Chapter 3
That morning Maka awoke and her thoughts of last night's conversation immediately flooded her mind. Maka checked the time, 6:00 A.M.
'Better start making breakfast' Maka thought as she crawled out of bed.
Soul awoke to the smell of his meisters cooking. Any other day it is a wonderful aroma, however, Soul had a slight hangover and the smell of food immediately made him want to vomit. He took off towards the small bathroom down the hall. Soul deposited what little he had in his stomach and leaned back to recover before attempting to stand. There was a small knock on the bathroom door.
'Great' Soul thought.
"Soul? Are you okay in there?" Maka asked in a concerned tone.
"Just fine."
"Okay then, Breakfast is ready if you are okay to eat."
Soul heard Maka's soft footsteps as she left the front of the bathroom door.
'Breakfast is not happening'
Soul brushed his teeth and managed to tame his drunken bed head. After he got dressed, Soul grabbed his keys and walked past the kitchen to the front door.
"Soul, aren't you going to eat?" Maka asked.
"Not today."
"Then Soul, I think it's about time you tell me what is going on with you."
"Maka, it's nothing that concerns you. Butt out."
"You're my weapon partner and for the past two days you've been bailing on me to go do death knows what!" Maka shouted.
"I've just been trying to deal with some shit. It's nothing, Maka."
"It's nothing? Then is what you said last night about your father just nothing?" Maka asked losing eye contact with her weapon.
"Not cool." Soul sighed.
"My father was the one that was on the phone. He told me that Wes had left the country and that he needs me to fill in for Wes until he finds him. He told me he was sending the family limo to pick me up on Monday." Soul confessed.
Maka was in shock.
"No way… What the hell am I supposed to do without my weapon?! Your dad treats you like shit! Why would you want to go back?!" Maka found herself in tears.
"I don't have a choice! I'm still a minor. Do you really think I would want to go back to that life?" Soul said looking away from the glossy emeralds that gleamed at him.
'He can't leave… I haven't even told him yet…' Maka shook her selfish thoughts away.
"Soul…"
"Yes, Meister?"
"You said your dad was coming on Monday?"
"Yeah"
"What if you're not here to be picked up?"
"What are you getting at, Meister?"
"Soul, I'm assuming you haven't told anyone at the DWMA about this yet. Why don't we ask Lord Death for an extended mission? Justin goes on missions for months at a time…" Maka suggested trying not to sound desperate.
Soul paused.
'I knew it sounded too desperate' Maka thought holding back more tears.
"Sounds cool, Let's do it!"
Before her mind could catch up she found herself lunging towards her weapon partner and embracing him. Once Maka realized what she was doing she started to pull back. Just then her weapon pulled her close and returned the embrace.
"Let's go talk to Lord Death." Soul said in his usual calm voice.
*Death Room*
Soul and Maka walked through the towering guillotines and approached the small clearing where Lord Death, himself, waited for them along with Sid.
"Hiya! Hello! What's up? Good to see ya! What can I do for Meister Maka and Demon Weapon Soul Eater?" Lord Death cheered.
"Good morning Lord Death. Sorry to drop in with such a short notice." Maka greeted respectfully.
"Soul and I were wondering if you could approve us to take on an extended mission?"
"Hmm… an extended mission, huh? This would be your first one…" Lord Death contemplated.
'Well there goes that plan' Soul thought as he began to get irritated.
"I think I have just the one! How's Japan for the location?" Lord Death suggested.
"Once you're there and settled I will give you more of the mission details."
Maka looked at Soul with excitement in her eyes. Soul nodded and they accepted the mission. They were dismissed to begin their preparations.
"Lord Death, you do know that Mr. Evans is coming on Monday to retrieve Soul? I don't know how he will react knowing we sent his son on a mission right before he arrived." Sid asked.
Lord Death took a long sip of his tea. "Yes, I do. That is exactly why I approved of the extended mission. If Mr. Evans asks we will just tell him, it was an emergency."
