Mr. Law stood there waiting for an answer but Blair just hissed at him and looked down at Soul. "I'll see you later tonight my scythe boy." She whispered as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before Soul could stop her and turned herself into a cat, jumping out the nearest open window.

"What was she doing here?" Mr. Law growled at Soul.

"How do you know her?" Soul asked him, making a mental side note to get himself a dog.

"Don't avoid the question." Mr. Law growled at him, his fingers tightening around the clip board in his hands.

"She says that she loves me, but I don't love her back, I despise her." Soul growled, his thoughts drifting towards Maka, but he shook his head with a sigh and looked back up at Mr. Law. "Anyways, what did you need?" he asked him.

Mr. Law looked at him with speculation then a bright smile replaced his frown. "I was coming here to kick you out of the school for losing, like I had told you before… but a new problem just popped up and I think you might be of much help to solve it." Mr. Law murmured to himself as he walked over to the window that Blair jumped out of.

His smile disappeared once more, his hands tightening around the clipboard so hard that it cracked into pieces, causing his hands to bleed, but Mr. Law didn't so much as flinch.

"What did she do?" Soul asked him.

"She killed her." He whispered.

"Who's her?" Soul asked him.

"She killed my daughter just to get her body. She was just an ordinary cat with too much power… but she grew envious of my daughter and destroyed her soul, leaving an empty shell that the witch would be able to control." Mr. Law said through clenched teeth. "Now that I have finally found her weakness… I could have my revenge." He managed to say and turned to look at Soul. "You could stay at the school for as long as you want, I'll be sure to take care of that little, purple problem of yours." Mr. Law said with a tight nod and left the room before Soul could get a good grasp of what happened.

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Maka sat up on her bed, about a week had passed and she was feeling a whole lot better, but her mood went south when she remembered that she had challenged Carlo to a fight.

"I'm so stupid." She muttered to herself as she let her elbows rest on her knees and her head fall in her hands.

"No you're not, you just don't know the reason as to why he's like that." She heard Pop's say from the doorway.

Maka shot out of the bed in surprise, tripping over her own two feet and landing on the ground face first with a loud thud.

"Sorry for scaring you." Pops said as he rushed over to her and helped her up.

"No, it's fine." She mumbled, her body was still a little sore but she was fine, nothing a strong meister couldn't handle. "Could you pass me my crutch, my leg is still a little numb." She mumbled pointing to the crutch on the other side of the room.

"Where do you think you are going? It's almost time for lunch." Pops said with a chuckle as he set her down on the bed and sat down next to her.

"I told Carlo that I was going to fight him once I'm able to get out of this bed." She told him.

"I know that's why I'm not going to let you go." Pops said.

Maka froze and looked up at him. "What?" she asked him. "Why?"

"Because when it comes to fighting, Carlo doesn't know when to stop."

Maka looked up at Pops. "I can't go back on my word. He has to learn not to be sexist."

"He killed his mother." Pops said with a sigh and before Maka could jump to conclusions he explained why. "They would always get into an argument over the stupidest things, until one day, he had it, he challenged her to a fight… you know, you remind me of her, always so stubborn.

"Anyways, like I said before, Carlo doesn't know when to stop. He punched her to death, repeated blows to the head… and she took them without crying out from the agony so that he doesn't get too traumatized. By the time I got there to stop him… it was too late. Carlo was standing over his mom's body. He didn't blame himself for his mother's death… he blamed the woman's weakness, their hearts." He mumbled. "Do you understand now why I don't want you to go fight him?" Pops asked her.

Maka sighed. "Yeah… I'm going to go talk with him." She murmured. "Could you pass me my crutch?"