Once they reached the apartment, Soul got off and offered a hand to Maka to help her of the motorcycle. She ignored the gesture and climbed off herself. Soul sighed and walked behind her up to their apartment. "Maka, please, what can I do to make you feel better?" Soul asked helplessly. Maka didn't even turn around, she just stood there and told him, "Make papa not hate me." Before Soul could say anything to her, she ran to her room and locked the door. Soul walked over and sat on the couch whit his head in his hands. 'Damn it... Haven't even been together a week and she's upset and I don't know how to help her.' He thought to himself.
Alone in her room, Maka clutched her pillow to her chest as tears streamed down her face. 'Papa was so angry... He's never yelled at me like that.' She thought as droplets of tears splattered on her hand. 'It's all my fault. Soul getting hurt, papa being punished. I knew miesters and weapons shouldn't be in a relationship, but I wanted to trust Soul.' She thought. 'If I end it, maybe everything will be ok again...' She considered. Blair entered the room slowly and saw the tears running down Maka's cheeks. "Oh Maka, what's wrong?" The woman asked as she walked over and sat on the bed beside her. "P-Papa hates me..." Maka told her with self disgust. "No he doesn't. Your papa loves you very much! When he come in to Chupacabra's, all he does is talk about you." Blair told Maka as she gently pulled her into a hug.
A short time later, Soul walked down the hall with a tray with a plate of spaghetti and a glass of milk. He stopped at her door and listened, but found it to be silent. Slowly he opened the door to see her asleep, her face red from crying. He put the tray down on her desk and walked over to her bed. He gently pulled the blanket over her shoulder and softly kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry," He whispered against her temple. Soul then went back to her desk and scribbled a quick note on a piece of paper before going back to the living room to grab his jacket and left the apartment.
Upon hearing the front door close, Maka woke up. She noticed the blanket and looked around her room before spotting the tray of food. She slowly got out of bed and walked over to the desk, as she was about to sit down and eat when she saw the note.
" Dear Maka,
I've stepped out for a minute, there's something I had to take care of.
So please don't worry. Eat your dinner and I'll be back in a bit.
Love,
Soul "
Maka read the note again before setting it down, "What did he need to take care of?" She asked herself before she picked up her fork and began eating. "I think I really worried him." She told herself. "I'll apologize to him when he gets back." She smiled slightly. 'Soul really has become a great cooker, and he's always trying to take care of me... I don't exactly make that easy.' She thought as she finished her meal. She picked up the tray and walked out to the kitchen to wash her dishes. After they were done, Maka went and filled the tub to take a bath. 'It's getting late... Where could he be?' She wondered as she washed her hair. After about an hour, she drained the tub and dried off. She then returned to her room and put on clean pajamas before going to the living room to read a book. Maka fell asleep after reading a few chapters, Soul didn't come home that night.