Anything For You Prologue

Maka's face was strangely pallid when she sorted through the small pile of mail in the apartment she shared with Soul. He glanced up from his iPod. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head quickly. "I-it's nothing." She put the pile down and stared wistfully out the window at the setting sun.  

"That's BS," he said softly. "What is it?" Maka turned to him. "Well, you know, Mama's out traveling the world now that she's divorced, and she sends me postcards every few weeks or so. But lately –" she paused. "It's been just over three months since she sent anything. And I know, Mama can take care of herself just fine. But, Soul, I'm worried."

He watched her face for a moment. Tears glistened in her wide emerald eyes. He couldn't stand to see Maka like this.

Maka took a deep breath. "Maybe I'm just being paranoid, maybe her letter got lost in the mail . . . I don't know. I just don't know."

"Maybe we can go look for her and make sure," suggested Soul.

Maka's face lit up at the idea. "Would you really do that for Mama?"

He gave a small smile. "Of course I would. I'm sure she's fine, but if it would make you feel any better, I'll go."

"I'll get permission from DWMA. Start packing!" she ordered enthusiastically, barging out the door.

When she was gone, he finished his earlier statement, currently unable to tell her. "Maka, I would do anything for you."