"Are you ready for this summer?" She said, a grin brightening her features.

Maka nodded, linking arms with her mom. "Of course." She smiled.

And so, Maka's perfect summer begins.

"Oka-san?" Maka asks as they walk down the seemingly never ending stairs of the academy.

Maka's mother turned to look at her daughter who resembled her greatly. The clicks of their shoes could be heard as the descended. "Yes?"

Maka smiles, leaning into her mother. "Nothing. I'm just so excited for summer."

Her mother smiles, wrapping an arm around her daughter, pulling her closer. "I am too."

Truthfully, she was sad. She had missed her daughter growing up as she traveled around the world and regretted that.

"MAKAAA! MAKAMAKAMAKAMAKAMAKAMAKAMAKAMAKAMAKAMAKAAA!" Maka stopped walking and the smile dissolved into a frown. Her eyes became unamused at the sound of the voice calling her name.

Maka's mother turned around to see who had called her daughter's name. Since she had been holding onto Maka, Maka had no choice but to turn around also.

And of course, they were greeted with the sobbing, nose dripping face of the infamous Death Scythe, Spirit. "Spirit..." Maka's mother mumbled her former husband's name with not sadness, anger, or happiness. Maka couldn't tell what her mom's feelings were when she saw her father.

The Death Scythe nearly tackled Maka to the ground in a hug, still rapidly repeating her name. "MAKAAA!" He cried.

Maka's mother raised her eyebrow, watching the pair.

Maka's cheeks were now lightly dusted with pink. "P-Papa!" She tried relentlessly to push her father off of her to no.

"YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU WERE GOING TO LEAVE DEATH CITY THIS SUMMER!" He cried.

Finally, Maka managed to push her father off of her. "It's only for the summer. It's no big deal."

He sobbed. "B-But I had so many things planned for us! I-I even..." He paused to rummage through his pockets for something. "I even got tickets to an Umibozou (1) concert!" He put the tickets to her face, giving her a closeup of the rapper's picture on the tickets.

She took hold of his wrist and pushed his arm away. "Why would you even think I would go with you?" She muttered.

"MAKAAA! DON'T LEAVE YOU'RE POOR PAPA ALONE IN THIS BIG CITY!" He whined, throwing his arms around her neck.

Maka's mother stepped in, laying her hand gently on Spirit's shoulder. "She'll be fine. She's with me."

As if just now realizing she was there, Spirit let go of Maka and slowly turned his head to her mother. "K-K-K-K-K..." His lips began to form her name, but it never came out.

"I'm going to take her to London this summer. Don't worry about her." Maka's mother said calmly, as if it didn't bother her that she was now talking to the man who betrayed her trust. "Let's go Maka, I want to meet your friends that you've been talking about."

Maka nodded and stood up, taking her mother's arms again. "I'll see you at the party tonight Papa." Maka said quietly out of politeness and left for her apartment with her mother.

Another very short chapter but oh well. Criticism appreciated (just not schist like: "oh that was disgusting." Because that doesn't help me write better stories). Maybe another chapter tomorrow? We'll see.