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The lights shine on a stage as Maka sits across from an interviewer nervously. Maka is basically sinking into the blue seat she’s sitting on no matter how much she shifts. “Before we start, do you need anything?” The interviewer asks Maka, “I’m fine.” Maka reassures the interviewer, trying not to look nervous. “I can’t believe Kid is making me do this interview, he doesn’t have to be a recluse like his dad. Yet he gets to stay in the Death Chamber, while I have to answer all the hard questions.” Maka complains in her head, wondering how she even agreed in the first place. “I know he’s assigned me to work on figuring out a way to defeat the Kishin, but a full interview about why I haven’t figured it out yet seems like such a punishment…” Maka continues to think to herself with a sigh.
“Okay!” The camera man yells, Maka jumps and gets snapped out of her thoughts. “We start in 5…4…3…2…1!” The pit of nervousness in Maka’s stomach grows as the interview starts. The interviewer turns to the camera “Hello, my name is Clara Capabara! Today we’re here with Maka Albarn to get answers on recent events in the world.” The interviewer introduces herself, Maka turns to the camera focused on her, and waves. “I’m glad to be here!” Maka says smiling, The camera with both of them in the shot is now showing.
“We’re so glad to have you here, I hope the trip here wasn’t too overwhelming.” Clara says with an honest smile on her face.
“Oh not at all, I used to be a meister at the DWMA. And you know us meisters, constantly traveling with weapons.” Maka explains, relaxing a little bit. This wasn’t as scary as the practice questions the interviewer gave her beforehand.
“That’s right, you were the last meister to make a Death Weapon! Soul Evans right? How is he doing?” Clara recounts happily.
“From what I've heard he's been doing great. I mean with not touring anymore, he's told me he's been putting more energy into different parts of his life.” Maka explains as vaguely as possible. When Soul graduated from the DWMA, he decided he wanted to join a band, and travel for a while. He ended up joining the band, Weaponz. This band was made up of weapons from the DWMA who have musical talent. The band was known world wide, but for now they were taking a break from touring.
“I’m glad to hear, though some people are a little bit worried. I mean with most of the Death Weapons being so old, will Death the Kid be able to defeat the Kishin if it were to emerge?” Clara asks concerned.
“Please don’t worry about the Kishin, me and a team are actually very close to figuring out how to defeat it. With just a few more years of research we’ll be able to get rid of the Kishin for good!” Maka lies confidently. The truth was, Maka and her team of witches were far far away from figuring out how to defeat the Kishin. Despite the witch's powers, and constant research there wasn’t much hope in defeating Asura soon.
Not to mention Crona, Maka’s stomach started to churn with guilt, Crona turned themselves into a kishin, so even if they defeated Asura, Crona would be stuck as a kishin. What would Maka even say if she saw Crona again? “Hey I know I was one of your only friends, and I was too stupid to figure out how to help you. But now that you're here let's just make up for lost time!” Maka felt guilty gnawing at her. Who knows if Crona is even alive up there, Asura's such a monster, who knows what Crona's dealing with.
“That’s good to hear,” Clara smiles before looking concerned at Maka “Are you alright Miss Albarn?” Clara asks concerned. Maka sat there, sweating profusely, and pale in the face looking like she was going to throw up. “I'm fine, I just need some water.” Maka says, and picks up a water bottle next to her, sipping it a little bit. She wished this interview could be over already. “Alright, well could you maybe tell us about the strange occurrences over the past few years? Like…” Clara’s voice trails off, as she looks at a few notes she has in her hands. “Like the city that was covered in the substance…black blood…? And how later the black blood disappeared? Or the clowns from outer space?" Clara asks.
Maka continues to be nervous. She had no idea how Crona covered a whole city in Ukraine in black blood, only for it to disappear a few years later. She also had no idea how clowns came from outer space.
Maka was lost in thought, trying to figure out how to explain everything “Miss…Albarn?” Clara asks curiously, Maka snaps out of it “Sorry, again. I'm just feeling a little under the weather today. Anyway, with the city. We speculate the black blood went back to the moon, since black blood can’t be absorbed by the Earth like regular blood, and black blood surrounds the moon.” Maka explains, trying to remember what knowledge she had of black blood. “And the people in there…? I know Dr. Stein has released an article talking about how everything was miraculously fine, but would you happen to have any inside information?” Clara asks curiously, “No…I know just as much as the public does when it comes to this situation. Like how everyone was fine, and the city functioned as it did the day it was drowned in black blood.” Maka explains. Even the people in black blood balls were freed from their captivity, 3 years after Asura was sealed away. And everyone’s health was fine, their souls and bodies were surprisingly not affected at all by the black blood. It stumped everyone, even Stein, how this happened, but eventually it was waved off as “there isn’t a lot of information on black blood.”
“And the clowns?” Clara asks, “Well…there were clowns who worked for the Kishin on the moon, we’re not sure if they’re the same or not. We are leaning towards the fact that these clowns were defective clowns. The clowns on the moon were dangerous, but these clowns are so friendly they even work daycares. I know a few of them have even opened up an orphanage.” Maka explains, the clowns were definitely from the moon though. The DWMA never was able to figure out what happened, and why they were so nice all of the sudden, but they were very different. They now had soft colors, none of them looked scary, and were even somehow human height now.
“Oh yes, didn't you adopt a kid from there?” Clara asks, “Yeah, but that was so far back I'm surprised you remembered it.” Maka admits.
When Maka was 20 her, and a few others went to investigate the clown orphanage, and the next thing she knew she was signing adoption papers for one of the kids.
“I mean it's still pretty big news, there are even some conspiracies on the children who get adopted from there.” Clara explains, “Let’s not get too off topic. At the end of the day conspiracies are just that. I'd prefer we talk more about things that can actually be proven.” Maka explains.
After the interview, Maka returns to her dressing room. Spirit was there with medicine, and a gallon of water “My poor angel! How are you feeling?” Spirit asks worried, and sticks a thermometer in Maka’s mouth. “Papa, I'm fine!” Maka scolds him. Spirit checks the thermometer, “Your temperature is good…that means you must have a stomach bug!” Spirit deduces.
Maka sighs “Papa, I'm fine. I was just stressed out. I mean with being out of the state, and my job…” Maka trails off as she talks in a defeated tone. Spirit puts a hand on Maka's shoulder “Listen, all of this will be fine. I know you're having trouble at your work, but you're a smart girl. And you've achieved so much more than me, or mama.” Spirit tries to cheer her up, but she still looks sad.
“I know it can be easy to get down in the dumps about life, but trust me if you look at the good things in life you won't be as sad!” Spirit continues, but Maka still doesn’t look any happier. Spirit starts to freak out internally. “You know what, why don’t I go get some dinner, and we’ll meet back at the hotel.” Spirit suggests nervously, “Yeah that sounds good.” Maka admits, smiling a little bit.
Spirit quickly dashes out, and leaves Maka in the dressing room by herself. Maka starts packing up things, and putting it in her purse. She then noticed her phone. She picks it up, she had two texts. One from her adopted son, Deimos, and the other from Soul. Both congratulated her on how well the interview went.
Maka opens up Soul’s contact. The phone rings a little bit, but Soul then picks it up. “Hey Maka, what’s up?” Soul answers the phone, “Nothing much. I guess I just wanted to call, and check in on you.” Maka replies, “Why? Just because I’m back at my parents house, having to wear stuffy suits, and not my usual style doesn’t mean I’m being tortured here.” Soul chuckles, “Yeah, but I mean parents are just sometimes overwhelming.” Maka admits, “Oh, I can imagine. When you said you were feeling under the weather I could practically hear Spirit crying.”
“Yeah, after the interview he sure did freak out a lot…"
“I’m sorry to hear, but it’s better than having to discuss your trust with your parents.”
“Wait, you have a trust?”
“I mean, duh…my family is rich.”
“Well yeah, but I didn’t think you guys were trust rich!”
“It comes with a lot of shame, so don’t be too jealous.”
“I’m sorry to hear.”
“It’s fine, but you shouldn’t worry about me much. Other than the interview, how is everything?”
“I just don’t know anymore Soul,” Maka admits with a sigh “this interview made me feel so overwhelmed. I mean I’m almost 30, and I feel like a failure.” Maka continues.
Soul is silent on the other end of the line for a moment. “Is it because of the whole moon thing?” Soul asks hesitantly, “Yeah…I just feel like Asura is so dangerous, who knows what’s happening up there! Crona could be getting torn to shreds, yet here I am doing an interview, and not working!” Maka explains stressed out, “Calm down. I’m sure once Crona is back, and Asura is defeated, Crona will completely understand. I’m sure even now, they’re holding up just fine.” Soul tries to comfort her, Maka sighs “You’re right Soul. I really shouldn’t worry. I just hope I can get them out of the moon sooner rather than later.”