"Who was that?" Spirit asked after the girl and Crona had left.
"My daughter." Lord Death said sadly.
"You have a daughter?!"
"She's my wife's. Rowan Hyacinth Mavourneen are the names I remember, but if she takes after her mother I'm sure she has more than just that."
"She seemed a bit apprehensive to be greeting her dad." Spirit noted.
"We have similar problems when it comes to the relationships with our daughters. I have a feeling you're actually better off though!" he said, trying to joke it off.
"What do you mean?" Spirit asked, not getting the hint that Lord Death wanted to talk about something else.
"Well, she's only seen me in person once when she was 87, which was about 700 years ago, and 8 years ago I took her older brother and sole companion away. I don't blame her for hating me."
"Damn. That's rough." Spirit was silent for a moment. "Why doesn't she look like Lady Memoria if she's her kid? She'd have to have split her soul to make her right? She looks nothing like her mother."
"She's a Gestalt Soul, like her brother once was. That's why her bangs are white."
"And the other two don't know that?"
"Memoria has kept her experiment a secret. She doesn't want Angel to come up with another reason to possibly start a war."
The knock on the front door was so quiet Maka almost didn't hear it.
"Who'd that be?' Soul asked from the kitchen, and she shrugged, opening the door.
"Crona?"
"H-hi."
"Wait, what?!" Maka heard from the kitchen as Soul got up to come to the door.
"You came back." Maka said quietly, hugging her friend.
"Well you did a lot looking for us!" Ragnarok yelled, pulling at one of Maka's pigtails.
"You should be nicer to your hostess Ragnarok." a silky voice chided from around the corner of the hall, leading to the stairs. Ragnarok grumbled a gruff apology and let go of Maka's hair. "Besides, she thought you two were banned. There wouldn't be much point bringing you back to a city you aren't allowed to be in."
The speaker rounded the corner. She wore a loose sweater that fell off of her tan shoulders, showing a white tank top. The sweater had large horizontal stripes of a deep sapphire blue that brought out the girl's brown eyes, and a lighter, slightly grayer version of the same color. Her jeans were dark blue, and tucked into black leather boots. She had a silver chain hidden under her shirt. Her bangs curled in two locks, one on each side of her face, with the rest of her crimson-brown hair in a thick braid that went down to her waist. Maka closed her eyes for a second. The girl was human.
"Well I hope you two do well here, I'll be off now." she said with a smile as she turned away.
"Who's your new friend?" Maka asked with a grin after the girl had left.
"She said her name was Hyacinth, but she didn't tell us anything else." Crona muttered sheepishly.
"Where'd you go? Why'd you even leave? We thought Lord Death had made you or something." said Soul as the three of them walked into the living room.
"I didn't really think you guys would want me after I betrayed you…" Crona whispered. Maka turned and hugged him again.
"You're fine." she said quietly.
Crona began to cry.
"Why couldn't we have stayed with that lady?' Ragnarok whined, "At least she was hot and could actually cook." he muttered, looking side eyed at Maka.
"Maka's cooking is Perfectly Fine!" Soul yelled while his meister laughed and pinched Ragnarok's cheek.
"You haven't changed a bit, have you?"