Maka moved in three days after Black Star did. Her father thought it was a good idea. Something necessary considering the fact that things were starting to crack down, and Black Star had already blown his cover.
Her bags felt heavy in her hands weighed down by her mother's distance, and her father's insistence. For the best, he'd kept saying. She sighed, and rang the doorbell.
Black Star opened the door like a suspicious chihuahua, eyes narrowed before his face cracked into a grin that was so bright it could have blinded Ray Charles. His hugs were just as hard as they'd ever been, and he talked just as fast, words bopping happily along as he pulled her through the front door.
"Missed you! Missed people period! Ain't seen nobody in days. Nygus ain't talkin' to me, and Sid's been busy at work, so I'm all on my onesies. Not that that's bad or nothin'! I'm great company, but it's sort of a crime to lock up a star so no one else can see it, nahmeen? You want some tea?"
"It's good to see you too, Bart," she said when he paused looking for her answer to the question about tea. His face collapsed into annoyance so fast she couldn't laugh long enough. Maka had known Bartholomew Barret for as long as she could remember, and for as long as she could remember he'd been insisting that his birth name was Black Star, and that he wouldn't answer to anything else.
"I will end your life, little girl," Black Star said, yanking her bags out of her hands, and thundering up the stairs with them. She followed, and he lead her all the way to the end of the hall where there was a nice little room set up with her name on a plate on the door.
"We supposed to get more kids soon. Say they wanna start a team so we gots something to do with ourselves."
"Yeah," she said, looking around the room as Black Star dropped her duffel, and backpack on the purple comforter. The bed bounced with a squeaky spring sound. "Crime fighting."
"We're gonna rock this town, just you wait!" He exclaimed.
"About that tea."
Black Stars eyebrow hit his hairline. "Yeah that. I'll get it," and he rushed out the door, leaving her alone with her thoughts while the water boiled.
She sat down on the bed, and looked at her hands. How was she supposed to fight crime when she couldn't even manage middle school?