A/N: Okay, so just because I feel that it's neccecary,

This is Thoughts. This is memories/flashback. And this is me talking.

Any questions? No? Good.

Enjoy.

Maka ignored the hissing sound of cooking bacon while she finished making pancakes. She knew that she should be paying more attention to what she's doing, but after making breakfast for her, Soul, and Blair so many times that it became mechanical. Right now, the biggest thing on her mind was her mother. She finally finished her novel which she had taken with her the last time she went to play basketball with all of her friends and upon the finishing of the novel Maka couldn't help but to remember the conversation they all had about their families.

"Sometimes I even wonder if she has died because she doesn't send postcards all that often."

She knew it was silly, but Maka felt bad that she said that out loud. Her mother deserved to be happy, and besides, Maka is a grown smart girl, she doesn't need her mother to be around constantly.

"To be honest, I don't know what I would ever do without my father." Kid spoke up after taking a sip from his soda.

No, don't think like that, Maka. Maka turned off the fires and set the table swiftly. Mama's strong and she's a great fighter, she can't lose. Still, Maka felt very cold at this moment.

Finally finished, Maka went to Soul's room and knocked.

"Soul, breakfast is ready!"

"MMph!"

"Mreowwww!"

"AHHH! Blair! You know I hate it when you do that!" Soul shouted. Maka rolled her eyes. Blair probably transformed into her human form naked again.

"Hurry up or else we're gonna be late!" Soul opened up the door looking all too messy with a bloody nose.

"Yea, yea, I'm coming." He practically made a run for the table leaving behind a bemused lady with purple hair and Maka. What is Soul to me?

Dr. Stein, a man with white hair and a large circular crank in his head, was performing yet another dissection in front of the class. Maka closely observed but didn't bother to take notes like she usually did. If she wanted a better reference to the body of an animal, she can either go to a book or an older set of notes.

It was a rather quiet class today considering that only Kid and his weapons, Liz and Patty, were missing. Black Star was surprisingly quiet, but it's sure to end soon. But surprisingly enough, it wasn't Black Star that interrupted the class first.

"Maka Albarn," A man with red hair that reached his shoulders called as he walked into the class.

"Papa?" Maka looked to her father. She was surprised, for once he was completely serious, there was no crying to swooning coming from the man. His eyes were one0hundred percent serious with a hint of… What is that?….Sorrow. A lump lodged itself in Maka's throat.

"Come here," he turned and exited the room. Completely shocked she looked to Dr. Stein. He nodded solemnly and she chased after her father. Outside the classroom she could hear Black Star shouting.

"Hey, if you're going to pay attention to anyone, it should be me!" Maka repressed a smile. Even after all of these years Black Star willingly took the role of a distraction.

"What is it papa?" He had his back to here.

"Let's go to the balcony." He suggested and began walking. Maka quickly caught up to him and looked up to him curious as to what it was he wanted to talk about.

"I just think that you guys are lucky, I mean, you still have at least one parent to rely on. I don't even remember what mine look like."

"Maka, I don't know if there's a better way to say this." Her father said as he overlooked Death City. Once more Maka felt cold as her father turned to look at her, and it was then that Maka realized that no matter how much she wished she could see her mother again, "Mama died this morning," Maka would never get the chance.

"What?" She whispered hoarsely.

"Her and her partner was overwhelmed. They managed to kill all of the kishins in the area, but in the end it was too much." Maka began to shake as tears filled her eyes. Her father bent over to place his hands on her shoulders. "Before she died she told Lord Death that she loved you and that she wished she could have seen how much you've grown up since you last saw one another." Maka covered her mouth, attempting to suppress a sob.

"No," she cried. Suddenly she was being held tightly in a hug by her father. "No!" she pushed away from him and took off back into the school, past multiple classrooms, down stairs, and out to Death City.

"Maka wait!" she heard her father shout. But he didn't chase her. He only looked on sadly at her retreating back. "Maka," he whispered.

Maka didn't know for how long she ran, but once she grew tired she slowed to a stop and kept on walking until she felt too exhausted to move on. Finally she sat on a bench on an empty street and passed out. When she awoke the sun had already begun to set and she felt sore, yet numb.

Not ready to move yet, Maka hunched her back and let her head hang. Absentmindedly she rubbed her hands. One stray tear began to fall down her cheek.

"You know, you're a lot less symmetrical then I remembered you being, Maka." Maka looked up surprised as a memory came to mind. He was young boy with average height for his age and jet black hair which has 3 white stripes, all horizontal, but only on the left side of his head. His golden yellow eyes were filled with curiosity and worry. Maka took note of the boys perfect posture as he stood observing her in is light blue tank hidden underneath a white short sleeved button up shirt, blue jeans, and black boots.

It was Kid. He was wearing his usual black suit with his, as always, perfect posture. He gazed at her with his curious golden yellow eyes and sat beside her. Gently, he wiped away her stray tear.

"What's wrong, Maka?" A small sad smile reached Maka's lips.

"You're kind of weird aren't you?" she laughed quietly. Kid replied with a surprised but happy smile.

"So you do remember."

"I'm so sorry that it took me this long to." Another tear escaped her eye but Kid wiped away that one as well.

"It's okay. You remember now." Maka blushed lightly.

"You still have to tell me about your trip." Kid nodded.

"Another time." Kid took her hands into his to stop her from rubbing them. "Are you lost again?" he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. Maka nodded.

"I need to find my way home but I don't know how to get there from here." Kid's smile grew.

"I know where it is, I'll take you there." He stood. Maka stood as well and took his hand inter hers with a smile.

"Lead the way." Kid began to lead here towards her home, but before they turned off of the street Kid paused and looked at the street sign. "Finder's way….It's still a weird name for a street." Maka giggled lightly.

"There are weirder things in this world than this street's name." They continued on.

"Oh really? Like what?"

"Well," Maka looked at Kid.

"Oh come off it. I'm not THAT weird. Black Star is much weirder than I am!"

"No, Black Star is just loud and not all that bright." They laughed as they walked on through the night. Hiding in the shadows nearby, Maka's father hid, watching the interaction with a none-too-happy look on his face. The window of the shop next to him showed a man wearing a black cloak and a white grim reaper's mask.

"How cute!" The man in the window cooed.

"Even if he is your son, Lord Death, I still don't like it."

Upon reaching Maka's apartment building it was officially night. A lazy Soul Eater watched Maka and Kid as she hugged him and left, waving goodbye and laughing. A small smile reached his lips. At least it's Kid and not some idiot hooligan like Black Star. Soul thought and went to make dinner even though tonight was Maka's turn.

Soul was halway done with the soup he was making when he heard the jingling of keys and the front door open.

"I'm home!" Maka called as she walked in. Soul smiled.

"Hey, dinner's almost done so go get cleaned up!" Maka peek her head into the kitchen.

"But tonight's my turn."

"It's fine, you can just make it up to me another time." Maka smiled and went to the bathroom to clean her face.

"We'll always have each other."

Man, I am on a roll. I almost cried here too. But to be honest, originally I was gonna kill off Crona or Death Scythe. But I couldn't figure out how well that would work out, or if the concept of their death would be harder or easier to wright. In the end I decided that not only is Maka's Mother easier to kill off (because it's not like she's has a real physical appearance so far in the anima/manga to go off of or anything) but there would be a more devastating effect which would induce Maka's running away.

But I am not totally happy with this chapter. I feel as though I quoted the last chapter too much...Oh well, I did it for build up. I also realize that the mother's 'death' was probably totally expected and I'm still kicking myself for it...*siiighhhh*