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"What do you mean?" Maka yelled at Soul.
"I mean that we've got too much on our shoulders already! We can't just take her in our custody!"
"Okay first off, the only thing you do is sleep, eat, and poop! You're basically a baby!"
"Excuse me? I'm your ride! Without me, you wouldn't get to school on time!"
"Yeah right! And second of all, I didn't ask for your help! If you don't want to help me take care of her, you don't have to." She crossed her arms with a huff and continued to cook dinner.
"Good. 'Cause I wasn't planning on helping."
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Good!"
"Good!"
They turned away from each other.
It was silent for a moment, just the sound of Maka cooking filling the kitchen.
Soul's heart dropped though when he heard a sniffle. His attention turned to the little munchkin Maka had taken in from the streets.
The little girl was rubbing her eyes of sleep and tears. "Mama?"
Soul gulped noisily. He could only imagine...
Maka turned the stove off and picked her up. "Oh, are you okay sweetie?"
She nodded, hugging Maka.
"I still think you shouldn't have."
Maka glared at Soul. She had enough of his opinions, so she was bringing out the big guns. "Oh yeah? Tell me why?"
"She's a big problem. And as you said, we're on a tight budget. We can't keep her."
"Why not? She doesn't have a home or family! Did Lord Death push you away when you came to him with no home and family?"
"No..."
"Then I won't do that to her. She's to young, she won't be able to make it on her own..." Maka soothed the girl that started squirming at the start of their argument.
Soul knew she was right. The nice guy in him wanted to help, but the cool guy refused.
'Ugh. So uncool.'

Maka put Annabelle down on a chair next to her and in front of Soul. "Stay here, I have to finish cooking."
"Okay mama."
Soul groaned and put his head down on the table.
Annabelle tilted her head at the boy.
"Soul, stop that. I don't want hair on the table while we eat."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
Maka had Annabelle sleep on the same bed as her. But the munchkin couldn't go back to sleep.
She looked to her supposed 'mama' whom was talking in her sleep.
"It's not rocket science Soul." She mumbled in her sleep.
Annabelle frowned and got out of bed. Quietly, she opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. Being quite small, she had to tippy-toe to close the door.
Then she knocked on a door. His door.
When he didn't open it the first time, she kept knocking.
After about 3 minutes, Soul opened his door.
"Maka it's- What are you doing out of bed?" He looked down at Annabelle.
"I can't sleep."
Soul rubbed his face. "And why's that?"
"Mama talks in her sleep."
"Yeah? Well, I drool. Wouldn't want to sleep with me now, would ya?"
Annabelle raised her arms up to him, as if silently asking him to pick her up.
Hesitantly, he looked at Maka's door. Finding it closed, he sighed and picked Annabelle up. "You're a little trouble maker. Ya know that?"
Annabelle buried her face in Soul's neck.
"This is so uncool. Annabelle..." He turned to look at her face only to find she had fallen asleep.
"Fast sleeper." He mumbled, laying down on his bed.
Soon enough, he started to fall asleep with the little girl in his arms.
Yawning, Maka got out of bed. But, she noticed something missing. Someone missing.
Her eyes widened as she realized Annabelle wasn't there. "Annabelle?" She looked around the room. "Annabelle?" She got out of her room and opened the door of Soul's room. "Soul! Anna-" She looked at her partner whom was sleeping peacefully. Smiling, she walked over to her partner and Annabelle. "You scared the Death out of me Annabelle." She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
Soul cracked an eye open. "Hey." He said in a gruff voice.
"Hey. How'd Annabelle get here?"
Soul yawned. "She knocked on my door late at night. You know you talk in your sleep?"
Maka blushed. "Not my fault."
"Anna ended up wanting to sleep with me."
Raising an eyebrow, Maka crossed her arms. "Anna?"
"Short for Annabelle."
Smirking, Maka moved her face close to Soul's. "Sounds like you're growing accustomed to her."
Soul gulped. "I-"
"Mama! Your squishing me!"
Moving away, Maka looked at Annabelle. "Sorry honey, why are you sleeping with Soul?"
"Who's Soul?" Annabelle asked, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
Maka looked at her, confused. "You're on him."
Annabelle looked at Maka with the same expression. "No, I'm on papa."
Maka's eyes widened, as well as Soul's.
"Wait! Maka! You don't understand!"
"SOUL!"
Soul held an ice bag to both of his heads. (A/N: Maka's so mean sometimes.)"So uncool Maka."
Maka paced the kitchen. Annabelle's eyes following her.
"Maka, you can stop pacing now."
This only led to the blonde going up to him and nailing him in the balls.
Tears welled up in his eyes. "Maka..." He said in a hoarse voice.
"Mama! You're hurting papa!" Anna exclaimed.
Maka rubbed her face as she pulled Soul by the collar. "Come here." She dragged him to a corner in the kitchen. "Are you positive you didn't teach her to call you papa?"
Soul nodded. "I'm absolutely positive. I barely talked to Anna until last night. And half of the time she was asleep."
Maka sighed. "Then why'd she decide to call you papa all of a sudden?"
"Dunno. Maybe I might've resembled him?"
"Or maybe we live together... URGH! Why didn't I properly introduce her to you?" Maka face palmed.
"Maybe because you were calling me by my name. She should be calling me Soul, not papa." He said, putting the ice bags back.
"And I'm gonna teach her to call you Uncle Soul." She walked over to Annabelle and kneeled down in front of her.
"It's not gonna work." Soul told her.
"Yes it will. Hey Anna, why don't you say hi to Uncle Soul?"
"Uncle Soul?" Annabelle tilted her head in question.
"Yeah! Uncle Soul!" Maka pointed at Soul.
Annabelle shook her head. "No! Papa!" She pointed at Soul when she said papa.
"No, Uncle Soul..."
Annabelle's eyes started to water. "Papa! Papa! Papa!" She cried.
"Okay! That's enough Maka!" He walked over to the two girls and picked Annabelle up, making her stop crying. "She won't change her mind now. It's too late, she's set on me being her so-called papa."
Maka glared at him. "You're lucky you're holding Anna."
Soul gulped. "Er... Why don't we watch some tv while your mama makes some breakfast, okay Anna?"
The girl looked at Soul and smiled. "Yeah!"
"Alright."
Soul put Annabelle down on the couch while Maka made breakfast. He sat next to her, watching a cartoon.
The apartment was quiet for a while (except for the sound of the cartoon, sizzling of food, and Annabelle's occasional giggle).
"Oh shinigami!" Maka said, horrified.
"What? What?" Soul jumped up, alarmed.
"We have school today!"
Soul's face dropped. "Ugh. Right."
"Who's gonna take care of Anna?"
"I volu-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence Soul!" Maka put a plate of eggs and bacon on the table. "Breakfast's ready."
"Yum!" Annabelle ran to a chair and climbed on. She stood on her chair and reached for the food.
Soul was behind her and patted her head. "Sit down squirt, before your mama hits you."
Annabelle complied.
The white haired boy leaned on the counter next to Maka. "So how is this gonna work then? We can't take her to school."
"And why not?" Maka crossed her arms.
"Look at her! She looks way too much like the after product of..." Soul gulped.
"Us?" Maka asked.
Her weapon nodded.
Maka sighed. "Well, I can't just leave her alone."
Suddenly, Annabelle started to cry.
"What'd I do, nya~?"
Maka sighed and walked over to Blair, picking Annabelle up from her hands. "Don't cry Anna, that's just Blair. Your Aunt Blair."
Blair lit up like a Christmas tree. "Maka, nya! Is this little kitten yours?"
"No... Biologically, she's not."
"But on papers?"
"I'm her legal guardian." Annabelle stopped her crying and looked at Blair.
"Aunt Blair?"
Blair smiled at the young girl. "Aw~! How adorable, nya~!"
Annabelle giggled. "Mama! She's a cat!"
Maka's eyes widened. "How'd you know?"
She pointed at Blair's ears. "Cat ears!"
"Well, she's as clever as her mama now isn't she? Nya~!" Blair giggled, making Maka blush.
Soul looked at the three with a smile.
Maka's face suddenly lit up. "Hey, Blair. Do you work today?"
"No, why?"
"Could you do me a huge favor and watch Annabelle while we're at school? Please? It'd mean so much to me!" Maka begged.
"Well of course, nya~! I'm glad you trust me~!" Blair picked Anna out from Maka's arms.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Maka smiled. "Just a few things... Don't give her sugar, nap time's exactly at 12, and no soda. At all."
Blair nodded. "Got it~!"
Soul looked at the clock. "We should hurry and get ready soon."
Breakfast was done quick and Soul was doing dishes. All was fine until Blair popped a question.
"So, Annabelle, who's your papa?"
Maka's eyes widened. "Blair, don't-"
"Him! That's papa!" She pointed at Soul.
Soul groaned. "Ah, shi-"
"Why would you ask that out of all questions?" Maka yelled at Blair.
"I was curious, nya~!"
Soul wiped his hands on the towel rack. "Who did you expect her papa to be?"
"You! And I was right~!"
Soul rolled his eyes. "Like I wanted to be paired up with Maka."
"MAKA CHOP!" "OOF!"
Soul groaned in pain on the ground.
"Come on Anna, we gotta take a shower." Maka picked Annabelle up.
Blair tilted her head. "You're taking a shower with her?"
With a smirk, Maka winked. "I'm her mama now. We need some mother daughter time."
Blair giggled as Maka walked to the bathroom with Annabelle.
'Ugh, so uncool.' Soul thought with a nosebleed.

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"What do you mean?" Maka yelled at Soul.
"I mean that we've got too much on our shoulders already! We can't just take her in our custody!"
"Okay first off, the only thing you do is sleep, eat, and poop! You're basically a baby!"
"Excuse me? I'm your ride! Without me, you wouldn't get to school on time!"
"Yeah right! And second of all, I didn't ask for your help! If you don't want to help me take care of her, you don't have to." She crossed her arms with a huff and continued to cook dinner.
"Good. 'Cause I wasn't planning on helping."
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Good!"
"Good!"
They turned away from each other.
It was silent for a moment, just the sound of Maka cooking filling the kitchen.
Soul's heart dropped though when he heard a sniffle. His attention turned to the little munchkin Maka had taken in from the streets.
The little girl was rubbing her eyes of sleep and tears. "Mama?"
Soul gulped noisily. He could only imagine...
Maka turned the stove off and picked her up. "Oh, are you okay sweetie?"
She nodded, hugging Maka.
"I still think you shouldn't have."
Maka glared at Soul. She had enough of his opinions, so she was bringing out the big guns. "Oh yeah? Tell me why?"
"She's a big problem. And as you said, we're on a tight budget. We can't keep her."
"Why not? She doesn't have a home or family! Did Lord Death push you away when you came to him with no home and family?"
"No..."
"Then I won't do that to her. She's to young, she won't be able to make it on her own..." Maka soothed the girl that started squirming at the start of their argument.
Soul knew she was right. The nice guy in him wanted to help, but the cool guy refused.
'Ugh. So uncool.'

Maka put Annabelle down on a chair next to her and in front of Soul. "Stay here, I have to finish cooking."
"Okay mama."
Soul groaned and put his head down on the table.
Annabelle tilted her head at the boy.
"Soul, stop that. I don't want hair on the table while we eat."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
Maka had Annabelle sleep on the same bed as her. But the munchkin couldn't go back to sleep.
She looked to her supposed 'mama' whom was talking in her sleep.
"It's not rocket science Soul." She mumbled in her sleep.
Annabelle frowned and got out of bed. Quietly, she opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. Being quite small, she had to tippy-toe to close the door.
Then she knocked on a door. His door.
When he didn't open it the first time, she kept knocking.
After about 3 minutes, Soul opened his door.
"Maka it's- What are you doing out of bed?" He looked down at Annabelle.
"I can't sleep."
Soul rubbed his face. "And why's that?"
"Mama talks in her sleep."
"Yeah? Well, I drool. Wouldn't want to sleep with me now, would ya?"
Annabelle raised her arms up to him, as if silently asking him to pick her up.
Hesitantly, he looked at Maka's door. Finding it closed, he sighed and picked Annabelle up. "You're a little trouble maker. Ya know that?"
Annabelle buried her face in Soul's neck.
"This is so uncool. Annabelle..." He turned to look at her face only to find she had fallen asleep.
"Fast sleeper." He mumbled, laying down on his bed.
Soon enough, he started to fall asleep with the little girl in his arms.
Yawning, Maka got out of bed. But, she noticed something missing. Someone missing.
Her eyes widened as she realized Annabelle wasn't there. "Annabelle?" She looked around the room. "Annabelle?" She got out of her room and opened the door of Soul's room. "Soul! Anna-" She looked at her partner whom was sleeping peacefully. Smiling, she walked over to her partner and Annabelle. "You scared the Death out of me Annabelle." She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
Soul cracked an eye open. "Hey." He said in a gruff voice.
"Hey. How'd Annabelle get here?"
Soul yawned. "She knocked on my door late at night. You know you talk in your sleep?"
Maka blushed. "Not my fault."
"Anna ended up wanting to sleep with me."
Raising an eyebrow, Maka crossed her arms. "Anna?"
"Short for Annabelle."
Smirking, Maka moved her face close to Soul's. "Sounds like you're growing accustomed to her."
Soul gulped. "I-"
"Mama! Your squishing me!"
Moving away, Maka looked at Annabelle. "Sorry honey, why are you sleeping with Soul?"
"Who's Soul?" Annabelle asked, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
Maka looked at her, confused. "You're on him."
Annabelle looked at Maka with the same expression. "No, I'm on papa."
Maka's eyes widened, as well as Soul's.
"Wait! Maka! You don't understand!"
"SOUL!"
Soul held an ice bag to both of his heads. (A/N: Maka's so mean sometimes.)"So uncool Maka."
Maka paced the kitchen. Annabelle's eyes following her.
"Maka, you can stop pacing now."
This only led to the blonde going up to him and nailing him in the balls.
Tears welled up in his eyes. "Maka..." He said in a hoarse voice.
"Mama! You're hurting papa!" Anna exclaimed.
Maka rubbed her face as she pulled Soul by the collar. "Come here." She dragged him to a corner in the kitchen. "Are you positive you didn't teach her to call you papa?"
Soul nodded. "I'm absolutely positive. I barely talked to Anna until last night. And half of the time she was asleep."
Maka sighed. "Then why'd she decide to call you papa all of a sudden?"
"Dunno. Maybe I might've resembled him?"
"Or maybe we live together... URGH! Why didn't I properly introduce her to you?" Maka face palmed.
"Maybe because you were calling me by my name. She should be calling me Soul, not papa." He said, putting the ice bags back.
"And I'm gonna teach her to call you Uncle Soul." She walked over to Annabelle and kneeled down in front of her.
"It's not gonna work." Soul told her.
"Yes it will. Hey Anna, why don't you say hi to Uncle Soul?"
"Uncle Soul?" Annabelle tilted her head in question.
"Yeah! Uncle Soul!" Maka pointed at Soul.
Annabelle shook her head. "No! Papa!" She pointed at Soul when she said papa.
"No, Uncle Soul..."
Annabelle's eyes started to water. "Papa! Papa! Papa!" She cried.
"Okay! That's enough Maka!" He walked over to the two girls and picked Annabelle up, making her stop crying. "She won't change her mind now. It's too late, she's set on me being her so-called papa."
Maka glared at him. "You're lucky you're holding Anna."
Soul gulped. "Er... Why don't we watch some tv while your mama makes some breakfast, okay Anna?"
The girl looked at Soul and smiled. "Yeah!"
"Alright."
Soul put Annabelle down on the couch while Maka made breakfast. He sat next to her, watching a cartoon.
The apartment was quiet for a while (except for the sound of the cartoon, sizzling of food, and Annabelle's occasional giggle).
"Oh shinigami!" Maka said, horrified.
"What? What?" Soul jumped up, alarmed.
"We have school today!"
Soul's face dropped. "Ugh. Right."
"Who's gonna take care of Anna?"
"I volu-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence Soul!" Maka put a plate of eggs and bacon on the table. "Breakfast's ready."
"Yum!" Annabelle ran to a chair and climbed on. She stood on her chair and reached for the food.
Soul was behind her and patted her head. "Sit down squirt, before your mama hits you."
Annabelle complied.
The white haired boy leaned on the counter next to Maka. "So how is this gonna work then? We can't take her to school."
"And why not?" Maka crossed her arms.
"Look at her! She looks way too much like the after product of..." Soul gulped.
"Us?" Maka asked.
Her weapon nodded.
Maka sighed. "Well, I can't just leave her alone."
Suddenly, Annabelle started to cry.
"What'd I do, nya~?"
Maka sighed and walked over to Blair, picking Annabelle up from her hands. "Don't cry Anna, that's just Blair. Your Aunt Blair."
Blair lit up like a Christmas tree. "Maka, nya! Is this little kitten yours?"
"No... Biologically, she's not."
"But on papers?"
"I'm her legal guardian." Annabelle stopped her crying and looked at Blair.
"Aunt Blair?"
Blair smiled at the young girl. "Aw~! How adorable, nya~!"
Annabelle giggled. "Mama! She's a cat!"
Maka's eyes widened. "How'd you know?"
She pointed at Blair's ears. "Cat ears!"
"Well, she's as clever as her mama now isn't she? Nya~!" Blair giggled, making Maka blush.
Soul looked at the three with a smile.
Maka's face suddenly lit up. "Hey, Blair. Do you work today?"
"No, why?"
"Could you do me a huge favor and watch Annabelle while we're at school? Please? It'd mean so much to me!" Maka begged.
"Well of course, nya~! I'm glad you trust me~!" Blair picked Anna out from Maka's arms.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Maka smiled. "Just a few things... Don't give her sugar, nap time's exactly at 12, and no soda. At all."
Blair nodded. "Got it~!"
Soul looked at the clock. "We should hurry and get ready soon."
Breakfast was done quick and Soul was doing dishes. All was fine until Blair popped a question.
"So, Annabelle, who's your papa?"
Maka's eyes widened. "Blair, don't-"
"Him! That's papa!" She pointed at Soul.
Soul groaned. "Ah, shi-"
"Why would you ask that out of all questions?" Maka yelled at Blair.
"I was curious, nya~!"
Soul wiped his hands on the towel rack. "Who did you expect her papa to be?"
"You! And I was right~!"
Soul rolled his eyes. "Like I wanted to be paired up with Maka."
"MAKA CHOP!" "OOF!"
Soul groaned in pain on the ground.
"Come on Anna, we gotta take a shower." Maka picked Annabelle up.
Blair tilted her head. "You're taking a shower with her?"
With a smirk, Maka winked. "I'm her mama now. We need some mother daughter time."
Blair giggled as Maka walked to the bathroom with Annabelle.
'Ugh, so uncool.' Soul thought with a nosebleed.