HEY LOOK EVERYONE! A NEW FANFIC! :D So, just so you know, I haven't read much of the manga, just a couple chapters at the beginning and what's going on right now so...there might be inconsistencies. Sorry. YAY FOR FLAWS IN MY STORY-TELLING! Also, I just used today's date for the birthday since, I don't actually know the birthdays... Anyways, enjoy!

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Crona lay in his dark room, staring at the ceiling. Lying still and quiet, so as not to wake his fussy partner. He was day-dreaming, so to speak. The small clock on the other-wise feature-less walls stated in ticking monotone that it was almost eleven-fifty pm, not that he was looking at it. His gaze was turned on his mind, foggy with half-comprehended thoughts and scattered memories. He kept coming back to the fight with the blue-haired kid a few weeks ago. He had mentioned 'Maka'. He hadn't recognized it at first, but it sounded familiar, if un-placeable. Though it was hard to tell if it was familiar because he had once maybe known a 'Maka', or if because he had turned the name over and over in both his tongue, murmured quietly in the dark, or in his mind, every day and in his dreams.

Crona's eyes slipped closed as he tried to pull foggy pictures to the front of his mind. Faces of people…a man with white hair and glasses, a man with blue skin, a girl with long dark hair, blue hair, striped hair, identical girls, similar at least, sisters, maybe, Definitely related, a woman with one eye in a black dress, a white mask, a black and red scythe, pale pigtails, black trench coat, yellow sweater…forest-coloured eyes…determined, caring, enraged, kind, terrified, laughing…All images of the same person. Was that 'Maka'…?

My name's Maka, I'm a scythe meister. What's your name?

Words that could've been kind, but were almost spat harshly. The girl with green eyes…so that was Maka…Or had that been a dream? He could vaguely picture a never-ending hall way. It seemed like a dream…foggy, misty and impossible. It must have been a dream…

…so how did blue-hair know about her? Maka and the green-eyed girl must have been two different people, then, at least one of them imaginary.

I challenge you, Crona…

Fighting. Of course there was fighting. Everything in Crona's life was violent. Even his partner…even his dreams….

Ooh! He FLEW!

She was about to die. This girl….this green-eyed 'little one'. She had gotten up. No longer going to die. Not giving up anymore…

Look, it's black it's so pretty!

The green-eyed 'little one' had black blood also? But….that made no sense! Lady Medusa had said he was the only one, hadn't she? This was definitely a strange dream he must have had. Unless…Had Lady Medusa lied to him? She wouldn't do that, would she…?

Will you let me be your friend, Crona? Please say you will…

The stinging sensation behind his eyes that announced tears made itself known as this crossed his mind. This was definitely a dream. He had dreamed the green-eyed 'little one'. He must have dreamed the fight with the blue-haired kid too. 'Maka' had been a dream…

'Maka' had been stuck in his head ever since the dream-fight with blue-hair. If it was a dream, why had he not let it go? His dreams were usually blank, and if they weren't blank, they were nightmares. The green-eyed 'little one' must have died. That was the only explanation. He must have killed her in the dream; he had just woken up before that part. Crona frowned as he lay in the dark, trying to figure out why both 'Maka' and the green-eyed 'little one' had been haunting the edge of his thoughts constantly today. Had he had that dream again last night, or was there something about today specifically.

Actually, thinking about it, they had been there this whole week, not drifting in and out as normal, but constantly there in the form of grainy, foggy pictures and snippets of speech and conversation. He opened his eyes again and glanced at the clock. How had only five minutes passed? He sighed quietly and shut his eyes again. Every time he closed his eyes this week, there was a different image of a dream or a made up scenario about the green-eyed 'little one'.

Perfectly clear blue sky, the sun laughing and enjoying himself high in the atmosphere. Trees, grass, food, lots of food! Ragnarok would have loved it. Dream-Ragnarok must have loved it. Familiar faces he couldn't place around him, laughing, chatting and smiling. Something sweet. Really sweet, but not in a bad way. A bit like bread, but a brighter color, pink. He was almost sure it was pink. There was a reason they were eating it. Something special, but just as un-placeable as the 'familiar' faces. Green-eyed 'little one' turning to him. A question. Unanswerable. It needed an explanation. Embarassment, then Dream-Ragnarok demanding more cake. That must have been what the pink sweet thing was called. Laughter. Everyone laughed. There was a lot of laughing in these dreams, real laughing. Not 'my-mission-will-be-complete-when-you're-dead-and-I-won't-be-punished-tonight' chuckling that Crona found himself inclined to make sometimes.

They had chosen a date. April twelfth. Of all the things that could stick in his mind clearly, it had to be that. Not anything remotely useful, like maybe a name other than his own.

Then there was more cake, more laughing, and singing. A stupid-sounding, repetitive song. But cheerful and up-lifting all the same.

Wait…April twelfth…that was tomorrow, wasn't it? It was hard to be certain, but he was sure that Lady Medusa had dated a paper today as April eleventh. Crona's eyes popped open. Suddenly, all of a sudden, like this one fact had been waiting for this specific moment to make itself known, he remembered the reason he was asked to remember the date April Twelfth. Too real to be a dream, but at the same time, still surrounded in fog.

He checked the clock.

Eleven-fifty-nine.

He watched the second hand tick away quietly.

Five…

Four…

Three…

Two…

One…

Midnight.

Crona laid his head back down. He started to hum softly, not breaking the silence, but softly ghosting across it. Too quiet to even wake up Ragnarok. He sang the words in his head. Not as happy as when they had sang it, sadder, lonely somehow. But recognizable.

'Happy birthday to me…Happy birthday to me…Happy birthday dear Crona….happy birthday to me…'

So how was the first chapter? if I get reviews, this could be more thana two-shot. :D heh heh...I deserve to be shot for writing this, don't I? I know. :( Oh well...

Review anyways! :D