Title: Euphoria, a flower
Chapter 1:
A/N: Okay , "Euphoria, A Flower", would be a series about Kid and Crona. *rolls eyes* Since the stories I HAVE submitted to the site are gloomy, this should be different. More or less, I want to make guinea pigs fly so they can be HAPPY. It's summer here so all the more appropriate.
"Surprises, it isn't my birthday today, is it?"
I was happy, very happy that Maka-chan invited me to her picnic. I've only heard about it once before, and it seems to be fun. I've only gone to such once before, and it was fun. Food was everywhere. Ragnarok stuffed his face with them every chance he could get.
Today, everyone helped with the preparations. First, Soul-kun laid a huuuge blanket on the ground. Maka-chan and Tsubaki dropped a real heavy basket on top of the blue cloth and it fell with a thud. Then, patti and Liz helped them set out the food. Feeling the jolt down my back and the stirring inside my tummy, Ragnarok popped out. Food alerts him, and he always hits me because we barely keep stock of them. But he would feel sleep and I get to enjoy Mr. Corner.
Maka-chan turned to me. "Crona, would you like to help us with the plates?"
I was more than happy to oblige. I carefully made my way to the girls. Soul-kun was holding Black Star because the ninja-assassin was drooling. Living with Ragnarok, I know only too well what drooling does to people. Things, bad things happen.
So I knelt beside Tsubaki and took the plates and spoons and forks and napkins she would hand to me. I carefully laid them on one side of the blanket since food goes on the other side. Suddenly, I realized that the plates had faces on them. The red one had Soul-kun's face. The blue was Black Star's. Liz and Patti had the lilac and rose pink colored plates. Tsubaki's was a sunflower yellow and Maka'chan had apple green. There was a black and white one with no face on it and it was… 'What do you call it?' … s-sym-met-ri-cal… like how Kid-kun says. I placed it on the blanket and took the last plate which was white. My and Ragnarok's faces were on it. I smiled and Maka-chan noticed. She sat beside me and put an arm around my shoulder. She chuckled.
"Do you like it? It was Kid's idea to have those plates made. You see, they are covered in some sort of what-not Shinigamis are good at making the faces appear. If we ever have gatherings such as this, the people present will have their faces on their plates. You see the black and white one?"
I nodded turning to the faceless plate.
"Kid owns that except if he were here, Shinigami-sama's skull mask would appear."
"Why?" I asked … If Kid-kun had decided to make them, why would his face not appear?
"Well, Kid has obsessive compulsive disorder and he says, 'Having to see my asymmetrical garbage of a face while eating is unacceptable!'" Maka-chan tried her best to imitate Kid-kun and of course I had to giggle. She had a few fits herself but Ragnarok was getting hungry.
"Oi pigtails, when can we eat? I'm starving here!!!" he whined
Maka-chan grunted. "In a few minutes, Ragnarok. Tsubaki and Liz are taking care of everything."
"A FEW MINUTES!!! COME ON, CAN'T THEY GO ANY FASTER!?" Ragnarok complained and I fear Maka-chan ticked.
"Ragnarok…" I warned him
"Shut up Crona." He snapped at me
"No they can't. Wait for a few minutes." Maka commanded through gritted teeth
"What the hell are you asking of me, B****!!! Aren't you glad I brought this F****** BRAT here to your picnic?!" He shouted back
Maka-chan brought out of nowhere a HEAVY, THICK, ANF HARD-BOUND book and she was going to hit Ragnarok with it. I gulped seeing the sudden fierce storm brewing around Maka-chan. Lightning struck a crumbling cliff and she screamed. I heard Ragnarok chuckle.
'I have a bad feeling about this.' I thought
For sure enough, just before the book hit his head, Ragnarok ducked in me thus, making my spine shatter into a thousand pieces under the harmful book. I was lying on the ground bleeding, and everyone was rushing to my aid. Just before I blacked out, I caught a glimpse of the black and white plate. Shinigami-sama's skull appeared.
I do not know how it happened but right now, I am watching over Crona who is in a deep sleep at the infirmary.
I had known I'll be late arriving to the picnic since my oh so grateful weapons skipped their chores to get there early. So I was left with the job of making the house look perfect in every perspective. First I made my bed and changed into more suitable attire. My room already looked perfect but the anxiety… I just had to make sure. Then I cleaned both the Thompson's rooms. I would not want to comment on that knowing that it is what made me so late. Then I washed the dishes, mopped the kitchen floor, and wiped the tables for any dust that settled why I was doing the former. Entered the living room, vacuumed the carpet, polished the figurines, straightened the paintings, dusted away any of those annoying little particles and went out to the garden. I watered the plants, dug up a few weeds, rearranged the inventory in the storage room and went back inside. I entered each and every one of the four bathrooms, cleaning every nook and cranny, folded the tips of the tissue paper in triangles and left for the guest rooms. I wiped the windows, changed the sheets of the beds, coughed at the musty old cabinets and applied air fresheners. I smiled at my work and entered my quarters yet again for a new set of clothes this time for the picnic. I closed my double doors, went down the hall admiring my master piece, and opened the front doors, closing them symmetrically, locking them and walked out the front gate. I summoned Beelzebub and rode on to our meeting place.
The moment I had arrived, I never expected such a large commotion ongoing I summoned back Beelzebub and walked to the group.
"What's going on?" I asked them
"Kid!" they all gasped simultenously
I walked to where they were looking at. The girls were crying and the boys were shocked. I myself would have been too when I saw Crona on the ground bleeding, too critical to be alive, Maka kneeling beside her crying as well, yatta, yatta, yatta, if not for the ridiculously gigantic book with the poor girl's blood not far off.
Upon realizing Crona was a victim of her best friend's ultimate move, I was confused.
'Maka would never use tat on Crona, would she?' I thought
I myself would never have the heart to do so considering the circumstances I had hit her on the boat before.
All this would soon come to a conclusion once I had observed that the blow wasn't on her head, lower to the back exactly where Ragnarok comes out. Assuming the symmetrical blob of black blood annoyed the easily razzed scythe technician with a few of his inexcusable remarks. So to the point the suspect won't give a second thought on killing him even if he was her best friend's weapon. 'Surely that can be easily fixed.' She must have thought. So, as "Maka" was, at estimation, 4millimeters away from the sword's forehead, he sought protection inside his meister's body where his comfort zone lies. This action caused the most deadly of Maka-chops to hit Crona. Therefore, concluding to this heartbreaking sight.
I for one thought all that in seconds and not one of these dumbstruck friends of mine had the proper thinking to take action and bring the victim to a nearby hospital or something. Even if the nearest place was Shibusen's infirmary, they should have at least done something! I sighed. I guess it's up to me once again. I approached the still bleeding girl and focused my energy. I touched her wound with my hand and hopefully ceased the bleeding. Opening my eyes, it worked. I knelt one knee and lifted the surprisingly light girl in my arms.
"Beelzebub!" I cried and hopped onto my transportation
It made a revving sound and that seemed to snap these foolish people from their daze. Maka was, once again, the first to react. Before we could lift off into the air, she clung onto Crona's dress.
"Maka, I don't need any interruptions right now!" I told her. I felt like the father of a child rushing to bring my wife to safety while the impeccable youth clung on to her mother
'Did I just think that?' Blushing just because of my thoughts! I'm not a hormone-crazed teenager!
"Kid, take me with you, I must see to Crona!" she was crying
Honestly, this is just stupidity. Not one of them is in their proper minds! The normal Maka would understand. Black Star would start taking Crona out of my arms to show how great he is. Liz and Patti would have my back right now. Tsubaki would start apologizing for Black Star and Soul would accompany his meister all the way. But that's not happening!
"Maka, Beelzebub only has the capacity of two people and he is fast enough for Crona not to see the light yet. Understand that only I can manipulate Beelzebub to whichever way I want and if you want your best friend to continue living this second chance, you'd better leave this up to me." I explained in one breath
"Y-You're right, of course! Good luck Kid, we'll be with you A.S.A.P.!" Finally she gets it. I believe everyone is okay. I better fly before Black Star gets Crona.
In the air, I can't help but realize something. 'Does Crona really have that kind of effect on people?' I looked at her sleeping face. Somehow, it rid of all the worry and fear she would walk with. It bore courage, dignity and loyalty right then and there when I held her. I hadn't noticed but I was staring at her. Staring at her beautiful face, the perfect face. Well, that is, except her hair. Even so, butterflies filled my stomach.
"I have to get her to the infirmary, now!" I told myself and so I did… I wonder when she will wake.
***
Crona still hasn't come round even when everybody else came and visited her. Even when Nygus changed her from the blood-drenched dress to the one Patti and Liz brought for her, she was deep in slumber. Not that I saw her being changed! Nygus told me everything… What is wrong with me? Why am I getting nervous over things concerning her? Fortunately I haven't yet thought any disgusting perverted things. I put my face in my hands.
"I can't bare this type of stress!" I complained and it was loud enough that it disrupted Crona from her dreams. Idiot.
I heard Shinigami-kun's voice… The wonderful scene of butterflies and cupcakes washed away while my eyes blinked hard. The lights are a bit bright and everything was a blur. My vision finally focused and what I'm looking at is black hair with three stripes at the left side, honey yellow eyes and a simple but determined smile that stared straight back at me… Now, who had that type of face again?
"K-K-K-K-K-Kid-kun!!!" I cried in realization and fell from the bed onto my butt "Ow!"
"Crona!" he shouted back
I struggled to get up and touched the floor with my hands pushing myself off the floor when I noticed Kid-kun was trying to help me. Before we both knew it, our heads had hit each other causing him to fall off balance and sending me forward falling too. It was completely embarrassing for me. I don't even know what exactly happened! But I had definitely heard him stutter.
"C-Crona!" I diverted my attention to him. Funny, his face was directly 3 inches from mine and I could feel his haggard breathing and the loud beating of his heart. DOOM.
"Eep!" I released him at once. I finally noticed I was on top of him. Gosh, I felt my face burn a hundred degrees. I felt for the floor to reach the palms of my hands. I accidentally hit Kid-kun a few times on the face before I could properly bring myself to stand up. Actually, my own two feet were wobbly that I could only kneel on the ground. I bowed my head when I saw Kid-kun poke at the few places I bruised. I should at least help him…
I held out a hand to Kid-kun and he just stared at it. What was he thinking? Maybe something like how idiotic I was and how I can never survive here. My eyes began to create tears when I felt his hand squeeze mine. I shot my head up and watched as he sat up to face me. He was smiling, but why? I followed with my eyes his hand as he reached for my face. I cringed a little when his fingers held my chin. His head slowly neared mine and my eyelids fluttered shut. Just when I could feel his breaths on my lips, the tension slipped away. I opened my eyes and Kid-kun seemed to cower. He let out a sigh and stood up. He held out his hand for me. Did he want me to take it? Of course he does, I'm so stupid… But I can't help it. He makes me feel so lightheaded. Oh I wish he had finished whatever he was about to do.
I looked down on myself as I took his offer and stood up. I stumbled, trying to make my feet work like how they used to. Kid-kun stopped and I took a peek. In front of me was a glass of some sort and behind it was a girl. I looked back to the ground, too embarrassed to give a thought to the girl.
'Kid-kun, please say something…'
And as if on cue, his deep voice sang. "Crona, please look at the mirror."
I obeyed and looked at the pink- haired girl that, now that I think about it, looked a lot like me. Except she was wearing a dress that fell on her knees. She was absolutely prettier than I am. The dress had a black ribbon tied around her waist. The dress was white along with the shoes she wore I sighed and tilted my head.
'What!' I thought
I moved my right hand and the girl followed what I was doing. I cocked my head to the other side and she did the same. I turned around and around and she mimicked what I was doing. Amazing! What kind of person is she?
"Do you like it?" Kid-kun asked
I almost forgot that he was with me. I turned to him, confused when I realized what he had asked. "Huh?"
"The dress, do you like it?" He rephrased the question
'Oh..' "I think it is very pretty but why are you asking me? Shouldn't you be talking to her?" I asked pointing to the … mir-ror…
Kid-kun giggled. I never heard him giggle before. I t made me feel good inside. My tummy might be doing flips but… I like it.
"Crona, please look at the mirror again." I did as I was told
"You see that beautiful girl there?" I winced; he said the girl was beautiful.
'Why do I feel sad?'
I nodded anyway and the girl followed "That beautiful girl there is your reflection. She is your image appearing on the mirror. She is you."
"Me?"
"Yes you. That beautiful girl is you."
"Kid-kun, I don't understand."
My heart began to thump wildly as he held my hand again.
'Could he hear it?'
He guided my shaking fingers to touch the glass. That's when I noticed, another person was behind it. A boy that looked like Kid-kun was also holding the girl's hand and we were about to join fingers. I felt a little scared. But Kid-kun was there for me. He would never hurt me. And the girl had the boy. Maybe he would never hurt her too. Maybe we were both scared. And maybe, we both feel the same.
My hand felt something cold and I tried to pull back my hand but Kid-kun had a firm grip on it. I looked at the girl; she was doing the same thing as I was. I marveled at this. Then I observed her, we had the same blue eyes, the same hair, even the lips. But then I remembered what Marie-sensei told me.
"There is only one you."
I could finally understand what Kid-kun meant. She was me. An image of me who is wearing a dress far different from the one I am wearing right now. That is until I realized I was wearing the same dress. I could do nothing but smile. Then I remembered Kid-kun called me beautiful, that smile just kept on growing.
"So do you like the dress?" I forgot that's what he wanted me to see all along
"Yes I like it very much. Thank you…"
"Oh that's not from me, Liz and Patti came by a while ago, and that is their gift to you."
"G-gift? F-for me? W-Why?"
"Why? Don't you know that it is your− Crona, do you know why we had the picnic earlier?" he asked me
I shook my head at his question. He seemed to be growing excited. I wonder what he'll say next.
"Let's go to your room then." Kid-kun smiled
'My room?' I thought to myself
When we reached my door, Kid-kun told me to close my eyes. My heart began to race. I wonder what's happening in my room.
I heard Kid-kun shuffle his feet and my door creaked open. He led me in my room and I felt something's changed somehow.
"Open your eyes."
I did so.
My room looks different, a whole lot different. The concrete walls were colored white and the floor was carpeted black. My bed looked more comfortable and fluffier with a red, black, and white theme. I have a cabinet and when I approached it, it was full of clothes like how the others wear when we don't have missions or classes. There was also a shelf with books like Maka-chan loves to read. Next to it was a desk and on it was pictures of me and my friends. There were pictures with me alone with each and every one of them and, in the middle was all of us together, I remembered that Kid-kun was taking all of those pictures except when he and I smiled for two.
A light opened in my head and I whirled around to face Kid-kun. Tears began to stream down my face.
"K-Kid-kun… did… did y-you do all of t-this?" I asked
"Well, everyone helped. I designed your room. Liz and Patti picked the clothes for you. Maka brought in all of those books. Tsubaki fixed your desk with the collage of our pictures. Soul and Black Star painted your room and brought in the stuff, with my supervision of course−"
"Why? Why would all of you go to trouble just for me?" I cried
"Crona, the reason we had the picnic earlier, the reason you're wearing the dress, the reason for your room, and the reason I am here explaining this to you, is because it is your birthday today."
'My birthday?' I thought
"We know how Medusa treated you when you were growing up. It's not even a surprise that you didn't know it was your birthday. But back to the point, we wanted to make you happy, make you feel special−"
I never got to finish whatever I was saying, I am afraid I even forgot about it when she threw herself at me. Crying on my shirt, saying how happy she was, how loved she felt, how special we made her feel.
"It could have been better if the others were here though, right?" I whispered to her.
"I know but it's already better this way." She whispered back
I smiled at that and hugged her, rubbing her back to hush her cries down.
"I'm glad to see you like it… Happy Birthday, Crona."
A/N: Is that all right? Are the characters OOC? Reviews!!!
