Spirit paced inside the empty classroom, Maka's book in his hand. He waited anxiously for his daughter and Soul to enter he had asked for them to be sent in nearly half an hour earlier. The words on the page concerned him. He could tell that she had poured her heart into it. As her father, he had to do what was best for Maka.

The door opened finally and Maka stepped in with Soul by her side.

"You two are last, what exactly have you been doing?" He narrowed his eyes at them.

Maka immediately noticed the book in his hand.

"Where did you get that Papa, It's not for you to read." Maka took a step forward to take it. Spirit pulled it away.

"I think we should all have a talk. Maka, I know at your age it can seem like your weapon is a good match for you in every part of your life, but Soul's vey-"

"I'm very what, give Maka her book and let's get this over with okay?"

"What's going on Soul?"

" Spirit's unimpressed with your poem and thinks you're too young I'm guessing, typical dad stuff."

"You don't get to decide that Papa." Maka said angrily.

"Soul's a great weapon, and I know he's a good friend, but Maka, I don't think either of you are ready for something like this. It's a crush, they hardly ever work out. I don't want you hurt."

"Like you hurt her?" Soul asked, Maka could sense the anger coming from him.

"That isn't-"

"You want better for her, and you should, she deserves better than what you did to her and her mother. Do you have any idea what your selfishness did to your daughter, was it worth it?"

"Soul, I-" Maka began. She had never expected to see Soul do this.

"I love my Maka, I would never-"

"I know you do, but you weren't very fatherly when you went out time after time and-"

"I don't need to hear this from a child." Spirit shouted.

"But that's exactly what you are Spirit, a selfish child. You couldn't stop, not even for your family and now Maka's suffering for it. Now you're trying to make up for it, and you can't. You selfish bastard!" Soul grabbed the book from Spirit's hand and gave it back to Maka.

"You don't have to worry, I'm not like you, I could never hurt Maka. When Stein did those experiments, he should'be done something with your brain, I think you have a few screws loose. You screwed up, now she's learned that there aren't a lot of people she can trust, that's on you. But I'm the one trying to pick up the pieces for your daughter. I'd back off if I were you." Soul said.

"You dare-"

"Yeah I do, you wanna be her father then do it, you can't choose when you want to be a dad and when you don't, that's probably why her mother won't let you do anything for her." Maka placed a hand on Soul's shoulder. Soul turned to her.

"I'm sorry Maka. I'm sorry your dad's an idiot" spirit couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"I'm sorry, it just started coming out and-" Maka wrapped her arms around Soul and kissed him, they stayed that way until oxygen became an issue.

"I'm still here you know, I don't want the two of you-" Spirit raged. Maka walked over to her father.

"Papa?" She said quietly

"Maka?" Spirit was amazed that she had even spoken to him.

"MAKA CHOP!" spirit slid down to the floor.

"I don't know how you got this but stay out of my stuff and what I do with Soul is none of your business. He's a better boyfriend than you were a husband to mama." Maka said coldly. She hurried to rejoin Soul.

"You wanna go see if everyone else is free to play ball?" Soul shrugged.

"Sure." Soul replied shortly.

"Maybe after that we can watch a movie or something." Spirit listened to the fading conversation.

"Soul had an interesting idea... It would be interesting to see just how much air is in there." Stein said from behind, causing Spirit to jump up suddenly.

"When did you get here?"

"Observant as always, I've been here, in back."

"Why didn't you say-"

"I wanted to see what Soul had ro say, he's a smart kid, had a lot of valid points, he loves her, anyone can see it." Stein twisted the screw in his head as he spoke."

"What would you do if Maka was your daughter and she was writing love Poems and-"

"If I had a daughter, and she had someone like Soul, I'd be grateful. Besides, she's a young woman, at the age of love interests, Soul's a good kid, lot better than you were when we were partners."

"What do you mean by that?" Stein ignored the enraged question.

"Just let it go. Sit back and watch what happens. She'll only hate you more if you interfere."

"But She's my little girl."

"She's growing up Spirit, you have to put some trust on her." Stein said before walking out the door and leaving Spirit in the room alone.

He groaned, his headache was going to be with him for a while.