Running. Running. No, it hurt to run. It hurt to move. It was slippery from the rain and it felt like she was dieing. She was trying to carry her two very full and very heavy bags. But, it was difficult. Her over sized belly also seemed to become a problem now and then. Especially when her foot caught in a hole and gravity took its toll on Maka by pulling her belly toward the soaking wet pavement. From just looking at her you probably couldn't tell that tears were running down her face, they probably would have thought it was just the rain.

"Why?! Why did this happen to me!? WHY?!" Maka cried out to the world.

KABOOM! Lightning lit the sky blue and bright. The thunder made her ears pop, it was so loud.

"AAH!" She screamed. Maka covered her head with her arms and planted her face next to the pavement.

She wasn't very far from the apartment and the past that she was running from.

"Is someone there?" A voice asked through the raging, thunderous storm.

"Hello?" Maka said to the voice.

This voice sounded familiar to Maka. It was deep and gruff. The person inched forward with caution in each step.

"What's your name?"

Maka thought for a moment as another drop of rain ran down her face.

"My name is. . .Maia."

"Okay Maia, come with me."

"Why should I?"

"Because you're shivering and wet. You'll catch pneumonia if you stay out here."

The person knelt down and offered a hand to Maka.

Maka blinked and looked from the hand to the person's face.

"Eita? Is that. . .you?"

"Maka? What are you doing out here?"

Eita quickly unzipped his red puffy coat and wrapped it around Maka's cold, wet body.

"Let's get you somewhere warm."

He picked up her bags in his hands and showed her to his apartment.

Eita threw Maka's bags to the ground.

"There's clothes that my exes left here. Maybe there's something that will fit you."

"Okay."

Maka walked into the room and searched the closet for clothes that would fit her gigantic body.

"Nothing," she whispered. "Nothing in here would ever fit me, at least not until you're born." Maka rubbed her round belly.

Her eyes spotted a fluffy robe hanging on the back of the brown door. She looked at the tag. It said:XXL.

"If this doesn't fit me I'm going to have these babies right now!"

She slipped her soaking wet clothes off and laid them over the heat vent. She grabbed the soft blue robe and slid it over her arms. She tied the rope around her stomach so it was tight enough to hold everything together, but loose enough to not squish her or the babies.

"How's it going in there?"

The door creaked its way open and out came Maka with a fluffy, blue robe on that made her look radiant.

"It wasn't what I had in mind, but okay."

"It wasn't what I had in mind either, but all your girlfriends are twigs! Are you just that shallow or do the real girls just see through your act?"

"Excuse me? Who brought you in from the cold?"

"Okay, okay."

Eita patted the couch, welcoming Maka to sit with him. Maka walked over and slowly sat down.

"So, why did you give me a fake name before?"

"You were a stranger, why would I have given you my real name?"

"Point proven."

"Exactly."

After that there was a slight silence between them. Until. . .

"Maka, you don't have to be afraid of me."

"What? I'm not afraid of you."

"Then why are you sitting like six feet away from me?"

". . ."

"That's what I thought."

"I'm not scared of you. I'm just. . .nervous."

"Why?"

"Think about for a minute."

"Soul. . ."

"Yes."

"You left didn't you?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So, why would it matter if we did anything?"

"Because it wouldn't be right. I think maybe I should-"

Before she could finish her sentence Eita launched himself at her. He connected his lips to her's. She tried pushing him off but he had a strong hold on her arms and hands.

"Eita stop!" She muttered between breaths.

She tried again to push Eita off, but he didn't budge. He was too heavy and his arms were stronger than she was altogether. So, she faced the only thing she could do to get herself out of this situation. She lifted her knee and drove it into Eita's and every other guy's favorite area. Eita completely froze and fell onto the floor. Maka tried to pick herself up off the couch, but it was impossible, her belly was weighing her down. She sighed. Her eyes widened as she realized she had her phone in her pocket. She pulled it out and quickly scanned through her contacts. Eita continued to roll and cry on the floor.

"Papa will have to do."

The phone rang three times before Spirit finally answered.

"Hello?"

"Papa!"

"Maka? What happened? Where are you?"

"Papa, I need you! I'm at Eita Sunai's apartment!"

The door to Eita's apartment flew open. The first thing Spirit saw was Eita rolling on the ground crying. When his eyes finally wandered off Eita, they landed on Maka lying on the couch.

"Maka!" He screamed.

"Papa, I can't get up."

"Oh, I see. Your mother had trouble with movement too when she was pregnant with you."

Spirit grabbed Maka's hands in his and pulled her up.

"So, why couldn't you get Eita to stop crying and just help you?"

"Because Papa, I was the one who made him cry. I kneed him in the crotch."

Spirit immediately covered himself. "Ouch! Why did you do that?!"

"Because he wouldn't let me go. He was trying to have sex with me!"

Maka stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind as she left.

Spirit's face went pale. He slowly walked to Eita's side. He knelt down to him so his mouth was right next to Eita's ear.

"If you ever touch my daughter ever again, or go near her or Soul ever again as her father and as a Death Scythe I will fricking kill you."

Spirit stood tall once again looking down at Eita. He brought his foot back behind him and then brought it forward with a quick thrust. His foot landed on Eita's stomach.

"Ugh!" Eita groaned as the pain seeped through his body.

"I think you deserve more but I'll let you off with a warning."

With that Spirit left the apartment after his daughter.

"Maka, what are you doing!" Spirit yelled through the rain and thunder.

Maka was ahead of him, not by much, but enough for him to only see a shape of her body.

"MAKA!"

Running. Running. No, it hurt to run. It hurt to move. The sidewalk was even more slippery than before. What else could she do? All she ever wanted to do was go to college and get an education to pursue her dream job. But now, it was all over, it was all gone. Running felt like the only way to get away from her past.

"Maka."

Spirit was finally side by side to Maka.

"Papa," Maka cried.

"What sweetheart?"

They never turned their heads to look at each other, they just stared out into the pouring, gray sky.

"What do I have?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do I have anything else to lose?"

". . ." Spirit didn't know what to say.

"I left Soul tonight. That's why I was out here earlier when Eita met me and that's why I'm here now."

"Why?"

"I never really deserved him. . .And I really don't deserve him after all that I've put him through."

"Hey," Spirit gently hit her on the back, "If anything he doesn't deserve you. You're thinking about him and his feelings before you ever think about what's best for you. Maka, do you ever think of what's best for you instead of everyone else. You think of everyone else's feelings before you think of your own."

Maka lifted her hand to her mouth. Maka coughed into her cold hand. Her hand was covered in some dark substance.

"What is that?"

"I don't know. But, I don't feel very good."

Spirit lifted his hand and placed it on his daughter's forehead.

"You do feel kind of warm. You can stay at my apartment until you figure what you want to do next. So, let's get you there and get you rested."

Spirit grabbed Maka's hand and tried pulling her forward, but she wouldn't budge.

"Maka, are you coming?"

"Papa. . .I. . ."

"Maka?"

"I. . .I'm dizzy. . ."

Maka's hand slid from Spirit's grasp. Maka had stepped off the curb, but ended up slipping on the wet sidewalk.

It seemed like forever to Maka, falling to the hard pavement. It seemed like everything was in slow motion. She saw Spirit's face change as she fell and she noticed his screams get quieter. As if he were moving away, but really he was getting closer.

"What's happening? Where am I?" Maka asked herself.

"MAKA!"

"Papa? Is that you?" Spirit's voice was dimming.

There was a bright light that shined in Maka's eyes.

"Is someone there? Can you please tell me where I am?"

A figure walked closer to Maka.

"This isn't real," the figure said.

"What?"

"This isn't real. This is just your soul."

The figure raised his arms, as if he was worshiping God or lifting up a sacrifice.

"If this is my soul, then who are you?"

"I am your reaper."

Maka gasped. The figure was now face to face with Maka, and now she could make out who it was.

"Kid?"