Holy crap I haven't updated my 42-Souls thing (since my request for an extension) for 3 reasons, (1) I completely forgot with finals and school starting up again, (2) for the last few days I've been getting an average of 5 hours of sleep and when I get home I crash and can not function until I take a nap or after dinner, and (3) I'm losing inspiration as I'm becoming less interested in…well…everything really.

5 hours may seem okay to some of you but for me it's like an all-nighter, I NEED my sleep. Anyway, this one's a shorty.

Title: Pillow Therapy

Author: cykstar

Rating: PG

Pairing: KidxCrona

Table: #3

Theme: #17: I consult my pillow.

Summary: In which Crona changes therapists.

(SE)

"So tell me exactly why you're here?" Kid grunted, feeling the weight of Crona's head pushing down on his stomach. He held his book high above his head, trying his best to read the text as comfortable as possible.

"You said…you would talk…to…me." Crona mumbled, twiddling thumbs idly.

"Speak up, I can't hear you." Kid turned the page, finding it to be a struggle to balance the book while keeping it up in midair.

"I-I said," Crona began once again with a stronger voice. "You said you would talk…to me."

"Yes, but I never thought it would constitute the interruption of my reading time and a lack of oxygen." Kid held his breath momentarily.

Crona felt the stomach heave up and down as Kid breathed. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. I told you to make yourself comfortable and…that is what you did. Tell me," Kid gently shut his book and set it aside. "Why exactly am I your pillow?"

Crona did not bother to look up at Kid, shoes clapping together. "You said you would talk to me. You said that when you found me in Mr. Corner…holding my pillow."

Crona is still personifying a corner. Kid noted.

"And I need that pillow…I guess," Crona mumbled, "B-But," And then strengthened in voice, "Um, that is," Another falter, "I…I like to…consult my pillow…I guess

Kid, whose eyes were glued on Crona during the entire explanation, lowered his head back as if to take a look at the oh so interesting wall. He pulled his head back to face Crona, who had finally summoned enough courage to face Kid.

"So…I'm basically your new pillow?" Kid confirmed.

Crona nodded briefly.

"I see," Kid rubbed his chin thoughtfully, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Well then, tell me, what's on your mind?"

OMAKE

"Psst, what are they doing?" Soul whispered to Maka, the two of them peeking into the supposed therapy session. "They look like they're—"

"Don't finish that sentence." Maka flicked his cheek.

"Ow!"

"Sssh!" Maka elbowed him in the ribs. "Quiet!"

"You stop abusing me!"

"Not until you shut up!"

"You shut up!"

"No, you!"

"You!"

"You!"

"You!"

The childish exchanged turned into pushing and the two of them unexpectedly tumbled through the door. They fell onto the floor with such beautiful grace, and valor that it awed the consultant and therapist into clapping and cheering for the two.

This was what Maka hoped would happen.

Both Kid and Crona looked down to the fallen couple with almost pitying eyes.

"This…is not what it looks like."

"We're not interrupting your intimate time!"

"Soul!"

"ACK!"

Crona sat up and stared at the two for a while. "Wanna join me?"

"…Sure."

"Why not?"

Kid quickly sat up, "Wait a minute, Crona, there's only so much weight I CAN HANDLE!"

The horror.

(SE)

AMBIGUOUS ENDING…not really.

I'll write a longer and better one next time. I just realized a while ago that I had to do this and of course my reaction was, "HOLY EFFIN CRAP." You know, like a normal person. And yeah, that OMAKE isn't really that funny (or not at all) but I needed to...extend this...(lol).