A few weeks later Soul wakes up in his white-sheeted bed alone; he's immediately concerned.
Maka had been regularly sleeping in Soul's bed since they started dating.
"Maka?" He crawls out of his bed and wanders the apartment searching for Maka. "Maka, are you in here?" Soul asks as he opens the bathroom door.
Maka's forehead lay on the top of the toilet seat. "Soul," Maka cries.
Soul goes to her and kneels. "Are you alright?" Soul pets Maka's hair back. "Do you want me to stay with you?"
Maka smiled. "No, you need to go to school. I'll be fine on my own."
"Alright." Soul pressed his hand onto Maka's forehead. "You feel warm. You better get some rest while I'm gone." Soul kisses Maka on the forehead and walks out of the bathroom.
As soon as Soul leaves the bathroom tears stream down Maka's face. Maka tried to hold back her tears, but they wouldn't stop pouring out. She did succeed in keeping quiet, she knew if Soul heard her crying he would come running.
"Alright Maka I'm leaving. Get some rest." Soul closed the apartment door and headed to school on his motorcycle. Maka finally left the bathroom and walked over to the full-sized mirror. When Maka peered into the mirror she saw the tiniest dot of orange in the lower area of her stomach.
Maka placed a hand on her stomach. "Oh, no." Maka instantly picked up the phone in her shaky hands and dialed Stein's number.
"Hello, Maka. What can I do for you?"
"Hi, uh, Stein, could I come to your house for a check up?" Maka asked, trying to seem calm and regular.
"Is something wrong, Maka? Why don't you just come to DWMA?"
Maka immediately replied. "No! I can't come to DWMA today. I, I don't want anybody else to see me today; I'm really sick." Maka hoped her story was convincing enough for Stein to believe. . .for now.
". . ." Stein stayed silent for a moment or two, but then. "Alright, I don't need to be at DWMA for another," Stein lifted his white coat sleeve and looked at his watch, "hour or so, so you can come over now for an exam."
"Thanks Stein, I'll be over as soon as I can!"
Stein nodded his head and hung up his phone. "I wonder?"
Maka removed her pajama top and bottoms and hopped into the shower. Fifteen minutes passed and Maka was clean and beginning to change into daily clothes. Before leaving Maka went back to the mirror. She placed a hand on her stomach once more. "Please, please be something normal," Maka begged.
Maka knocked on Stein's door three times before he answered. The door creaked as he opened it. "Hello Maka, come in." Maka had her hands clasped together by her stomach, but not officially touching her stomach. Her head was facing the ground, but she inched forward into Stein's house. Maka sat on Stein's stitched couch, which sat right next to a coffee table with multiple stitches as well. "Maka, I think I know why you're here," Stein began.
A few tears ran down Maka's face. "You see it too, right?"
"You came here because of that?" Stein asked, pointing to the small orange dot that formed in Maka's stomach. Maka nodded. Stein took a deep breath. "I'm not mad, I should be expecting this kind of thing from a teenager, but Maka you're only 17-"
"I'm going to be 18 in a month!" Maka cried, but she knew it made no difference, what Soul and her were doing was wrong, she knew that.
"It doesn't matter, you should't be having sex when your only a teenager. There's so many risks, viruses, diseases, pregnancy." Stein stopped speaking.
"Yeah, I know," Maka cried lowering her head down to her stomach. "So, I guess that means I am pregnant."
"I'm afraid so, I don't even need to exam you to confirm that, although I wanted to."
Maka sighed. "How far along am I?"
"Well, to be exact I would have to do an exam, but I would guess around a month," Stein pushed his glasses closer to his eyes, "your due date is probably somewhere close to April or May."
Maka shook her head. "Great that's close to prom. So, I'll either be a pregnant teen at prom in a humiliating state, or I'll be too tired with the maggot already and won't go. I guess this is just what I deserve."
Stein walks over to her on the stitched couch and wraps an arm around her. "You aren't evil, whatever you're thinking, you're just. . ." Maka looked up into Stein's glasses, "Not normal."
"That's the only thing I want to be," Maka cried. "Stein, what am I suppose to do?"
"That's up to you. But, can I ask you something?" Maka nodded. "Who's the father? Please, tell me it's Soul, I don't know what your father would do if he found out you'd been sleeping around."
"Of course! I'm not some girl who would do something like that."
"I believe you, but you do need to figure out what you're going to do."
"I know." I should tell Soul, but I don't want to ruin his life. Even though he might not believe in his future, I believe he'll find something that he loves and is good at. Even if I don't tell Soul, I need to tell somebody. "Stein, do you think I can hide it?"
"Sure you can hide it, but why?"
"I need to figure out what I'm going to do before everybody knows. So, please don't tell papa, you can tell Death if you are required too, but keep quiet otherwise, please," Maka begged.
Stein nodded. "I understand, but I'm not going to tell anybody, including Death. I believe you should tell Death when you come back to DWMA tomorrow." Maka nodded, knowing he was right.
Tsubaki, I can tell Tsubaki, and Death, tomorrow! I can't tell papa or Soul just yet, but hopefully I will have the courage to soon. But, before I do anything else I need to go get some bigger clothes so I can hide this, maggot.
Maka returned home late. "Soul." Soul was sitting practically in the "Maka, where have you been?"
Maka closed the door behind her and quickly threw the bags from Maternity Queen in her room so Soul would not see. "I went to see Stein, to see what was wrong, afterwards I went shopping for a bit. I guess, I lost track of time."
"You guess? It's 10:00 at night! I was worried about you!"
"You were?"
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" Soul questioned. Maka shrugged her shoulders. Soul stood up and walked over to her. He wrapped his arms around her and she inturn, did the same. Right now I'm glad you can't see souls, Soul.
A week or so after that, Soul and Maka are walking through the school halls. "Soul, I need to talk to Death before I go home, so if you want to go home I can get a ride, or walk, or something," Maka said continuing to walk.
"I can wait for you, it's no problem."
"Alright, but please stay out here," Maka pleaded as they approached Death's door. Soul nodded, and Maka walked into Death's room.
"Maka, what are you doing here?" Death asked in his usually squeaky, high pitched voice.
"I need to tell you something important."
"Alright, go ahead."
"You can see souls, can't you?"
"Yes, I can see souls, Maka, but why does that matter?"
"You already know," Maka cried.
"Know what, dear child?"
"I'm sorry, but lately I haven't had any control over my emotions," Maka cried.
"Yes, I remember when my beloved was pregnant with Kid, she was always crying or angry."
"So, then you do know about me."
"I'm afraid so, I was hoping you would come and tell me."
"I'm sorry," Maka cried, "I'm so stupid, I never should have-" Maka's tears prevented her from saying any more.
"Maka, true, maybe you shouldn't have done it, but even thought I'm Death I still believe that everything in the world happens for a reason."
"Really?" Death nodded, and then smiled at her. Maka smiled, but then ran to Death and squeezed him tightly. "I'm scared!"
Death was shocked at first, but smiled and smoothed her hair. "I know, but in the end whatever you decide will be the best." Maka smiled again and cried.
Maka returned to the hall after her talk with Death. "So, what was that all about? I heard some weeping from you. Did I do something to make you upset?"
Maka's eyes widened at the reply. "No, of course not!"
"What's wrong then?"
"Nothing's wrong, Death just wanted me to come in to assign me a new mission."
"Why didn't you want me to come in? I am the last Death Scythe, if you have a new mission I can know about it. I'll help you!"
"You don't have to Soul, just because I'm your girlfriend now doesn't mean you have to be with me all the time."
"Just because I'm a Death Scythe now doesn't mean I can't help you on a mission. Besides, I don't want someone else helping you, that's my job!" Soul smiles and points to himself.
Maka smiles, but refuses. "I can do it by myself, I don't need anyone's help. I'm part weapon, remember?"
"Yeah, but you don't know how to control it like me," Soul argued.
"I'll call you if I need help, I promise. I have to go, but don't follow me!" Maka starts heading toward the exit.
"Hold on, Maka!" Soul turns to face Maka and grabs her arm.
"What's the matter?" Maka asked. Soul grabs the back of Maka's neck fiercely and pulls her closer. He kisses her passionately before saying goodbye.
"I'll see you later." Maka smiles and waves to Soul.
"This is creepier than I thought it would be," Maka says to herself. "Why would anyone live in this gross, dark alley?"
Death sent Maka into town to search for a kishin that mostly lived in alleyways. It was a fairly easy assignment, but the only reason she was doing it was because she needed a cover story to tell Soul.
Soul, Maka thought. What am I suppose to do? I don't know what to do. If I tell Soul. . .I don't know what he'll do. If I get an abortion and he finds out he'll kill me for sure. I don't think I could give up this. . .thing, even if I don't love it like I should. Maka took a long, deep breath and cleared her mind, so she could figure out what she wanted to do. Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll take off of school and go to the clinic. Maka sighed.
Maka didn't know, but Soul was watching over her in an unfinished building. "What is she doing? That thing is right behind her!" Soul said to himself. The kishin kept creeping up behind Maka, it looked like it was ready to pounce on her like she was its prey. Maka continued to walk slowly down the alley thinking to herself. "She's going to get herself killed. I'm sure this is going to give us a huge fight, but at least she'll be alive."
Soul ran close behind Maka and the kishin, doing his best at not making a sound. Before he could jump on the kishin, it grabbed Maka and threw her to the ground. "Maka!"
"Soul?" Maka said wearily, as she picked herself off the ground. "What're you-" Maka was interrupted again as the kishin hoisted her up and threw her into the side of the unfinished building.
"Maka!" Maka didn't have enough energy to call back. "Alright let's finish this!" The kishin smiled and attacked. He threw his bladed arm towards Soul. "Your going to have to do better than that, you're dealing with a Death Scythe now," Soul gloated. The kishin laughed.
"Soul," Maka whispered as she slowly picked herself off the ground again. "Oh god." Maka looked down at her stomach, she was bleeding. She knew she had to get to Stein. Maka wiped som dirt off her skirt and jacket and then ran to Soul. By the time she got to him, Soul had defeated the kishin and ate its soul.
"I told you that you would need help. What were you doing?"
"Nothing."
"Exactly! You almost got yourself killed Maka!"
"I know! You brought your motorcycle, right?"
"What?"
"Did you bring your motorcycle?" Maka asked again a little more anger in her voice.
"Yeah, of course, why?"
"You need to get me to Stein," Maka said walking in the direction she thought Soul's motorcycle would be in.
"Why? You're fine, you've been hurt worse before and just went home."
"You just need to take me to him!" Maka shouted.
"Why, Maka? Tell me why! Are you dying? Did you get skewered or something? Please tell me!" Soul shouted.
"I'm pregnant!" Maka's eyes widened, then filled with tears as she realized what she said. "There, now you know," Maka cried. Maka started walking in the direction of Stein's house. Soul was speechless.
Maka was out of sight before Soul finally came back to Earth. "Maka. . ."
Maka, still achingly making her way toward Stein's house, starts to limp. Maka hears a distant sound of an engine, but the sound grew louder and louder.
"Maka, get on the bike," Soul said as he slowed the motorcycle.
"I can get there by myself."
"Don't be stubborn, get on the bike!" He demanded.
"No." Maka kept walking. Soul frowned at her and drove ahead. He pulled over to the side of the road and hopped off his bike.
He approached her with anger in his step. Even though he was angry he didn't sound angered when he spoke. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Earlier? I found out a week ago, I wasn't planning on telling you until I figured out what I wanted to do."
"Did you figure anything?"
"It doesn't matter anymore. It's probably dead now. No problem. I'll be out of the apartment in a few days." Maka started crying.
"What're talking about?" Before Maka could answer she collapsed. "Maka!"