I do not own Soul Eater or Enough For Now. They belong to their respective owners.
Oh my goodness! I can't believe I actually had the patience to write 14 chapters of this and now I'm considering writing a sequel… what?

Spirit watched Desmond, Rain, Maka, and Soul walk down the hall. As they passed by, he said 'good morning' to his daughter and goddaughter. Maka ignored him, but Desmond returned it with a small, insincere smile. He could tell she was still down on herself about the impromptu haircut, so he devised a plan to cheer up the girl.

After Shinigami-sama allowed him to take the four out of class, he set his plan into action. Spirit poked his head into Stein's classroom and asked to speak to him in the hallway quickly, Stein obliged and rolled outside. He soon returned and said, "The following people are excused from today's classes: Maka-"

Maka cringed.

"Soul-"

He looked at Maka, not knowing what her father was doing.

"Rain-"

Now the three were thoroughly confused.

"And Desmond," he finished. Desmond opened her mouth to ask something and Black Star groaned for not being excused.

The four walked out of Shibusen to see a car sitting outside. Desmond and Maka recognized the car to be Spirit's.

Desmond scoffed. "Where are we going?" she asked.

"It's a surprise. Get in, we're all going for a drive," Spirit said happily.

Soul shrugged. "Shot gun," he said.

"No way! I get shot gun!" Maka argued. The two bickered over who was getting to ride in the front when Desmond got sick of hearing their voices. "HEY!" she broke into the fight. "How about the oldest sits in the front?" she asked with venom in her voice.

"No way are you sitting in the front instead of me," Soul responded.

Desmond sighed out of anger. "I'm not the oldest. Rain is. Now shut up… Shot not bitch," she said as she put her finger to her nose. Maka knew what she was doing so she repeated 'shot not bitch' and placed her finger on her nose, making Soul the 'bitch'.

"What does that even mean?" he asked.

"It means you have to sit in the middle," Maka explained as they walked to the car.

"That's no fair!" Soul complained. "Do over!"

"No do overs! We're not children," Maka retorted.

"Well we did just shot not bitch," Desmond said chuckling.

Maka paused. "… No do overs!" she said again as she climbed into the car to sit in the furthest right seat. Soul scowled and climbed in next to her. As Desmond climbed in as well she poured salt into the wound. "Be careful, your face may get stuck like that," she said jokingly. Soul didn't take the joke very well though. As Rain closed his car door he looked back to the three acting like children in the back seat, "Behave and play nice back there."

Desmond and Soul made a mocking face to him. Before long, the car had left Death City.

The car was silent so Rain put on the radio. Mine by Taylor Swift was on. "Change this!" Soul complained.

"No! I'm listening to it!" Maka retorted.

"Change it," Soul said again not caring.

"Hey! Rain is in the front seat, let him decide," Spirit said keeping his eyes on the road.

Rain changed the station causing Soul the chuckle and Maka to pout.

"Papa, are we there yet?" Maka almost whined.

"Not yet sweetie," Spirit responded sweetly.

Maka looked angered and looked out the window. Soul took the opportunity. "Death Scythe, are we there yet?" he asked seconds later.

"No," Spirit responded slightly annoyed.

Soul chuckled and looked out the same window as Maka. Desmond smirked. "Spirit, are we there yet?" she asked after a few seconds of silence.

"No, Desmond," he said louder.

Soul and Desmond exchanged amused glances. "Are we there yet?" they asked in unison.

"NO! We're not there yet! So stop asking!" Spirit yelled.

The two troublemakers chuckled. Then left silence that was like sweet music to Spirit's ears.

Desmond broke the silence. "Almost?" she asked.

The car came to a stop in the traffic and Spirit turned around. "Go to sleep! I'll wake you up when we're there!" Then he turned to face the road to watch for the traffic to move again.

"But-"

"NO!"

"Okay. That's all I wanted to know. I'll go to sleep now," Desmond said, her voice getting slightly cheeky as she spoke. She looked at Soul, who was just sitting there, staring at her. Suddenly the two broke into hysterical laughter.

"… Are we still in America?"

"SOUL SHUT UP!"

The three fell asleep in the back seat. Maka had her hand on the door and rested her head on it/ the seat belt, Soul had his head on Maka's shoulder, and Desmond fell over onto Soul and her head was on his lap. Rain laughed at how his partner and the demon scythe didn't like each other during school hours, yet during the entire car ride, no one would be able to tell.

"So Rain, how long have you known Desmond?" Spirit asked.

"Almost three years," Rain answered simply.

"Where did you meet her?"

"New York. You got eighteen left."

The car stopped in traffic again. "What?" Spirit asked looking at Rain.

Rain shrugged. "Thought we were playing twenty questions."

Spirit chuckled. "So, dare I ask how you met? Or am I better off not knowing?" he asked.

Rain put his forearm on the side of the door and sighed, "I think you're better off not knowing."

That got to Spirit. The thought of Desmond doing whatever she wanted to like that really got to him. He knew that was why Catherine lost custody of Desmond to Vic. "You didn't have to come to Death City. The two of you could have stayed in New York and be friends there. But you let her drag you all the way here, and then drag you where ever for missions and what not," Spirit said.

Rain's body stiffened and he looked straight out the window. "Regardless of what you are trying to say to me, Desmond made me a better person. There is a chance I wouldn't even be alive if I didn't even meet her about three years ago." Then he looked at the death scythe. "That's why I assumed the role of her big brother, to protect her. She saved my life and I'm prepared to give mine at the drop of a dime to spare hers." Rain looked back out his window and slumped back into his chair, resting his cheek on his knuckles and fell asleep.

The car stopped in a driveway of a white house. It was obviously neglected, but was still a beautiful house. Rain woke the moment the car stopped, and after him was Soul, then Maka. Spirit got out of the car and closed his door. "Hey, where are we?" Soul asked tapping Maka's shoulder. She gasped.

"What? What is it?" Soul asked franticly.

"I don't believe it!" Maka said excitedly as she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car as well. Soul and Rain exchanged confused glances before Rain suggested waking Desmond. She woke up quickly, but she didn't even know where they were. "It's a house," she told Soul and Rain. "But I think I've been here before. But a while ago…" she trailed off as she got out of the car as well, followed by Soul and Rain.

The five walked into the house. Like the outside, the interior wasn't in the best condition. As if instinctively, Desmond walked up the stairs and around the corner and stopped at a large wooden door. She turned the copper doorknob to reveal a very dusty bedroom. Rain followed her to the room she was standing in front of. It was so dusty that it caused her to cough as she swatted at the dust flying by her face. Against any better judgment, she walked in. Papers were scattered all over the computer desk. She picked up the top sheet from a pile on the corner. It read: Desmond's Gift List.

The phone rang and a small girl with brown hair answered. "Hi daddy!" she said happily.

"Hey-a sweetie! I was just wondering if you could read me the list that is sitting on my desk," the man on the line said to his daughter. She ran to a room, and grabbed the top sheet of paper from a pile on a corner of a desk. She read him the list. "So daddy, when are you going to be home?" she asked hopefully.

"Very soon. I'm leaving tomorrow; I'll be home at about five. How have you been with Spirit watching you?" he asked to hear his daughter's sweet voice more.

"Duh, he's been crazy! But he's always crazy so it's okay." She laughed causing her father to laugh as well. He missed her sweet laugh.

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay. Love you daddy, bye," she said smiling, even though he couldn't see it.

"Love you Demi."

Click

"Oh my god," Desmond realized where she was. She placed the paper down carefully and looked around the room.

"Let's try to get some light in here," Rain said walking over to the windows. "Do you think the windows are caked with dust?" he asked as he opened the blinds.

Desmond shrugged as she looked at the windows that were revealed. Her eyes widened. Someone had written on the window in the dust.

I'm still here. Love you Demi.

She wanted to scream out of shock, but nothing came from her throat. She started coughing again, and the room started spinning.

"Dez?" Rain asked. She couldn't hear him though. "Dez?" he tried again.

Desmond couldn't hear anything, not even her own coughing. Everything went black and she hit the floor.

"Desmond!"

Daughter's father watches
Quietly we assume
He's no longer with us
But he left this dusty room…