AUTHOR'S NOTE:

H: hey folks! *does a sexy sexy lapdance to lure in new readers* ;)

P: *smacks with a paper fan* gomen! my partner is a bit of a...baka...

H: *ignores* so, like I was about to say, welcome to our first Soul Eater fanfiction!

P: - We are new to this so we really hope you enjoy (and don't hurt us for all the grammar etc mistakes x_x). We are real anime/manga nuts so ofc our first fic is anime based ^_^'.

H: We do hope you like Soul Eater! Because this fic is a romantic/parody of the two most glompable characters there are, Crona and Death the Kid! It is of course amazing, having been written in part by me ;)

P: *rolls eyes and drags the baka away by collar* So without further ado here is it is! Please enjoy :) !

Disclaimer: We don't own Soul Eater or any of the charaters in this fic! All rights belong to Atsushi Okubo, as well as Square Enix and Funimation.

Of brushes and bakas

"NOOOO, THAT'S TOO HARD!" yelled Crona, eyes tearing up in effort. "MY BODY CANNOT DEAL WITH THIS!"

Kid lowered the hairbrush. A vein popped on his forehead, "BUT I MUST MAKE IT SYMMETRICAL. It's such a waste".

"A waste?" asked Crona

"…hair…" mumbled Kid. "Such pretty hair". He was blushing. Crona leant forward, fingers clutching at his sleeves- "I-I really don't know about that-"

Kid spun the chair around so that he was face to face with Crona and leant to eye level.

Crona flushed bright red as his heart began to pound. He could hear the blood rushing through his ears. Time began to slow down and the seconds that passed seemed to take hours

Kid reached a hand towards Crona's neck; he flinched and squeezed his eyes shut. Kid lifted a strand of Crona's hair to his lips and said, "I'll always love your hair...Crona...I..."

…A strangle tingling sensation went down Crona's spine. Was this love? He wondered. The feeling was growing stronger with every passing moment.

Enraged, Ragnarok burst from Crona's spine like popcorn in a microwave, arms flailing wildly, and knocked Kid out.

"MY HAIR IS MORE FABULOUS, BISHIES!" yelled Ragnarok.

…

Out on the balcony, hearing the ruckus in the bedroom Maka sighed. Would those bakas ever get their act together? With a slow and steady arm, she reached behind her and from Kishin-knows-where drew the heaviest textbook she could find. With a glance, she flung it at the source of the commotion, Ragnarok's flailing silhouette.

"MAKA… CHOP!"

AUTHOR'S NOTE

H: *peeks around the corner* it's us again!

P: Ehe! This fic took so long to write! But if y'all like it we can try again for some more in the future! B-b-but it's not like we like you or anything *blushes*

H: We promise to try harder in the future, to make our next fics awesome! So please review if you'd like to hear more :)

P: Umm I guess that's all! See you in the next fic I guess! Over and out minna-san ^_^ !

H: Uh… KEEP CALM AND ANIME ON