Spirit

They were always afraid of telling Maka's father of their relationship. Even Shinigami-sama's son feared for his life at the thought of it. He wasn't a coward, definitely not, but everyone was a little afraid to talk to their girlfriend's parents. Right?

Maybe it was better not to tell Spirit that they were getting married. It'd probably be even better just to elope so they wouldn't have to face his fiery wrath. They'd been dating for a year and a half, so it's not like they rushed into anything.

But Maka had insisted on telling her father. She really was brave—but it was understandable. There was no way to contact her mother and invite her to the wedding, so of course she'd want her only other parent to be there, even if it was that good-for-nothing man.

At least Shinigami-sama was there. Kid and Maka planned to tell both of their fathers at the same time in the Death Room (mostly for protection).

"Chichiue…"

"Spirit…"

"We're getting married."

Spirit's jaw dropped to the floor. Shinigami-sama started chuckling with a gloved hand in front of his mask.

"What?! My Maka is getting married to a boy?! I didn't even know you were dating yet!" In a flash the red-head was shaking Maka by the shoulders comically. He had tears streaming down his face, but still managed to have an angry expression.

"We didn't tell you because we knew you'd react like this." She cast him an indifferent look. "But we did want you to go to the wedding…"

"There's no way my daughter is getting married!" Spirit started dragging Maka to the entrance, but was stopped when he got shinigami-chopped.

"That's no way to treat Maka, Spirit. It's not like she's marrying a stranger—the groom is my son!" He cast an approving glance at Kid.

"But she's all I've got left! I'm not ready to give her up yet…" The grown man sniffled pathetically.

"I promise to take good care of her." Kid came into the conversation, his arm around Maka's shoulders casually. Wrong move.

Spirit's eyebrow twitched and he jumped at the younger boy. Shinigami-sama once again chopped him before scolding, "Death Scythe! You should be happy if your daughter is."

Kid felt bad for the old man. Spirit had never gotten Maka's love and attention the way he wanted, and was always being mortally injured by people. Not to mention his wife running out on him (ignoring the fact that he had cheated on her.) The only thing that could be counted as positive was him being a Death Scythe, and having a 'good friend' like Shinigami-sama.

Spirit nodded slowly, half-heartedly approving to all of this. Maka beamed in response before doing something she probably hadn't done in years—she hugged him. Death Scythe was no longer crying from the pain of the shinigami chop, but of joy. He always was closer to tears than most men.

Maka pulled away shortly. She didn't actually enjoy the close proximity, but it was worth it. Her father approving of marriage? It was absurd!

"You'd better not hurt her." Both Spirit and Kid glared at each other, as if in silent competition, before hand-shaking.

"If he does, I'll shinigami-chop him one hundred times!" They all shared a laugh at this.

"So, you're both okay with us getting married? …We don't need to elope, right?" Maka glanced between the two fathers, as if she needed to ensure their approval.

"Of course~!" Shinigami-sama bounced up and down with two thumbs up.

"I suppose so. I'll be the one to walk you down that aisle, right?" His eyes were once again watery. He cried far too often.

Maka smiled warmly before nodding. She really was happy—she'd be able to marry the guy she loved, and she wouldn't have to move far away! …She actually had wanted to elope. All those novels made it seem like fun and romantic. You'd have to really love someone to give up your life for them.

But there really was no way she'd tell Kid that. It was one of those secrets that under no circumstances you'd ever admit to. Maka figured that everyone had those things they kept close to their heart, but she didn't necessarily have any proof.

"We'll be going, then. That was all we had to say. Oh, and the wedding day is planned for March twenty-seventh." Maka already turned to leave.

Kid nodded to Shinigami-sama respectfully before following after his fiancé. Strangely, Spirit hadn't tried to stop them.

"That was relatively painless." Kid smiled; obviously relieved he was still in one piece.

"Yeah, it was. I figured Spirit wouldn't approve." Maka spoke contentedly.

"Same. He took it a lot easier than I thought he would. Hungry?"

"Yeah."

"Noooooo, Makaaaa…" Spirit sobbed on Shinigami-sama, who appeared extremely tired.

"She's not leaving you forever…" He sighed, and the red-head only cried harder.

"I-I can't believe this, first Kami and then Maka? It's not fairrr!" Shinigami-sama pushed the pitiable heap of a man off of him.

"I didn't think I'd have to do this, but Spirit! SHUT UP!" Spirit fell silent for a moment before whimpering and sobbing again.

"Wahh! I don't wanna be a Death Scythe anymore!"

"Now, you didn't mean that." Shinigami-sama face-palmed.

"I-If everyone is being so mean and abandoning me, I do mean it!" He threatened emptily. Was everyone against him now?

"Look, Spirit, you need to get a hold of yourself! Maka needs your support, and if you are like this then she probably won't ever talk to you!"

"Do…Do you think that maybe she'll talk to me more if I am helpful?" Spirit glanced hopefully at the old shinigami's mask.

"Yes! Definitely, yes." Just please, shut up. You're giving me a headache, Death Scythe!

"Okay. I'll be the best supportive overprotective father during a wedding ever!" The red-head jumped up, now smiling. "And then Maka has to be nice to me!"

This man…