An Escape. (A Soul Eater fanfic)

Epilogue.

Epilogue

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"Hey, Kidd," Maka hummed as she set her pencil down.

He looked up from his History homework and raised his eyebrows in questioning.

"I've been thinking-"

"That's never a good sign."

She tugged on his ear, irritated, but only when he grinned and apologized did she release him and continue.

"I want to get a DNA test. I don't think Kokatsu is my real father."

His interest was piqued, and he carefully placed his pencil down as well. "Really? Why's that?"

"Well...Back when everything went down, he said something strange. He said my mother should have named me something else. Wouldn't he have said 'We should have'? That, and the fact that I look nothing like him...Just kind of a hunch beyond that."

"Hm..." He furrowed his eyebrows and frowned, before nodding. "Sure. I'll call up the jail where he's being held and see if he can get one too."

"Awesome! Thanks!" She leaned over and hugged him tightly, before happily returning to her homework.

"Maka, the results of the test came in the mail!" Kidd called as he came inside.

She came bounding down the steps, skidding to a stop right before she crashed into the wall. "Lemme see, lemme see!"

He chuckled, striding over and handing her the envelope. "Here you go."

She ripped open the envelope, shaking out the documents inside. She quickly skimmed over the contents, before she nodded approvingly.

"I was right."

Kidd peered over her shoulder, seeing for himself. "That you were. Does it tell you if they know who your real father is?"

"Um..." She flipped through the pages. "Yeah. They searched a database or something like that. 'Spirit Albarn,' his name is."

"Spirit?" Kidd asked. "Does it have a picture?"

"Probably. Do you know him?"

"It depends."

She turned another page, and there sat a picture of a man with shoulder-length red hair and blue eyes.

Kidd laughed.

"What's so funny?" Maka demanded, swiveling around to face him. He was doubled over, the laughter never stopping.

"It's just-Spirit-oh my Death!" He broke down again and Maka crossed her arms impatiently.

Once he composed himself, he cleared his throat and grinned. "That's my dad's right-hand man."

Maka's eyes widened, before she descended into a giggle fit as well.

Hey, once again, big thanks to everyone who stuck through this story. It had its ups and downs, but I'm proud of it.

Here's the "reason I don't have Spirit portrayed as her father". He's too good of a guy to be beating on Maka like that, and it'd make a lot of sense for him to be with Lord Death rather than home being an alcoholic and such.

The End.

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So yeah! Cool beans, this story is officially 100% DONE. Imagine Maka and Spirit's meeting however you like-because I'm busy writing my next KiMa fic(the details of it are on my profile for anyone curious)! Keep an eye out for it in the next couple months (much like this one, I won't publish it until it's completely done, to avoid sudden writer's block-induced hiatus).

With that said, thanks again to everyone who enjoyed this story.

'Til next time.