I don't own Soul Eater.
Fairies
"And then," the red headed man ruffled the girl's sandy blonde pigtails and tossed her ever so slightly into the air, allowing her to fall into the warm embrace of her papa's arms. "The two fairies sparkled in the moonlight as they flew off into the sunset."
Little Maka giggled at the fable. "But papa," she continued. Her happy voice rang through the starry night sky. The little blonde tugged her jacket around her face as the crisp wind suddenly began picking up. "That story doesn't make any sense! How can they sparkle if they fly into the sun?" Her laughter continued.
Spirit's face brightened. "Ah, but you see, my little Maka, there is a place in the world where the sun and moon shine at the same time!"
The little blonde girl lit up. "Really?! Can you take me there?"
The red headed father bounced her on his knee as he settled into a park bench. "Of course I can." He chuckled slightly and snuggled his precious daughter close.
The night sky was clear for a winter night. Earlier, the two had been romping around in the snow, ignoring her mother's request to keep her inside for tonight. Only the sound of wind could be heard. No cars, no society; it was there special place. The two had been coming out here every day for as long as Spirit could recall, or at least since Maka was born. She loved watching the stars and she adored staring at the moon despite its general oddness. How could he say no to such a cute little bundle of pigtails who always seemed to be giggling and smiling from ear to ear?
Once the laughter had settled, Maka got quiet and leaned in. "Papa?"
"Yes Maka?" He brushed his daughters cheek with his thumb.
"Did the fairies get married?"
"Mmhmm." Spirit bundled the girl as he stood up.
"When will I get married?" Maka asked. She grinned innocently as she tried to wiggle out of her fathers grasp.
Spirit tightened his grip as the girl settled down, burying her head into his chest. "Hm, how about eighty?"
"But you're not eighty! I want to get married when you got married!" Giving into Maka's request to be released from his grip, Spirit set her down and the young girl bounded a few feet away before grinning mockingly and placing her hands on her hips. She wiped a snowflake that had fallen onto her cheek with the palm of her mitten covered hand.
Spirit's eyes scanned the wreck that they had made over the powdery snow that had fallen onto the park's landscape. A dog whined in the distance. The snow was slowly beginning to cover Maka's footsteps. "Nope. As your father I won't allow it... at least until your fifty. Is that better?" He scooped up his daughter in his arms.
She shook her head in that defiant way that only young children can. Maka frowned and cocked her head slightly. "Mama said that I can get married whenever I wanted!" She announced which caused Spirit to whine again.
"Fine," his fingers twitched. "Maybe I'll let you get married. But only if he loves you as much as your papa does. Only then can you marry." Spirit dusted snow out of his blue eyes.
"I love you papa." Maka added before her eyes fell half lidded. She let out an extensive yawn and wiggled slightly to stay warm.
"And papa loves Maka."
"One more thing," the girl leaned upwards. "When can I start dating? I saw this boy yesterday and,"
"Maka," Spirit resisted all urge to toss his daughter and begin flailing wildly in the snow. By this time her eyes had shut completely. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically as her breathing steadied. "From now on you're being homeschooled."