It's been seven long years since the Kishin Asura was defeated, since then our intreped heroes have gone far in their lives. Our story begins with the arrival of the newest students who were waiting patiently for the instructor.
They turned as the door to the room opened and a tall figure walked in. He had long lavender hair with pale skin. His wardrobe consisted of a black overcoat with a white shawl, black pants, and cuffed boots.
"Good morning class. I will be your instructor, Crona Gorgon." He began to say. "First off, I would like to welcome all of you to the DWMA. Now I'd like all the weapons to go to the left and the meisters to the right."
The students listened as they split up.
"Looks like six weapons and six meisters even. Anyway the student body is devided into two classes. The first is the Normally Overcome Target Class or NOT Class for short and the Especially Advantaged Talent, or EAT Class. You are part of the NOT Class. Any questions so far?"
A few hands came up.
"Let's see, uh...you."
"Do we like, pick our partners or do you do that?" asked a girl on the weapon side. Possibly asian in heritage with hazel eyes and black hair in pigtails with yellow highlights. She wore a pair pair of hightops, dark blue stockings, light blue shortpants, and a purple a spaghetti strap top.
"It actually depends on what you feel. The bond you feel with someone determines if they will be your partner. Anyone else have a question?"
A boy on the meister side leaning against the wall raised his hand. He had piercings in his ears, grey eyes, messy blonde hair, and a nose ring. He was dressed in white T-shirt with a picture of a police badge with bullet holes in it, blue jeans with the cuffs rolled up, and green sneakers. "You wouldn't happen to be the same Crona Gorgon who betrayed the school for a witch would you?"
That made everyone turn towards him. His eyes went wide at the question.
"Yes, I am." he lowered his head.
The students began whispering to eachother.
"I had to jump through a few hoops to get back into the DWMA After I was expelled. But the guilt still haunts me to this day."
"Why'd you do it? Was she hot?" the boy asked again.
This time Crona frowned and gripped his fists. "She was my Mom."
That shut the boy up as Crona took a few deep breaths to try and focus.
"She used me as a lab rat, abused me, starved me, the first fourteen years of my life had been about nothing but incisions and injections." then he looked up with a serious face. "That Witch was horrible woman she can just burn in Hell where she belongs."
The students looked at him with shock and horror.
He cleared his throat and regained his composure "Now, if that's all, let's focus."
"Yeah so shut up and listen up!" a high pitched voice came out of nowhere.
The students looked around in confusion.
"Ragnarok, hush." Crona scolded softly.
"You hush." the voice talked back.
"Who is that?" a male student on the weapon side questioned. "Where are you?"
"You're just hearing things." dismissed Crona.
"You think they believe that load of bull-"
"Ragnarok!" Crona snapped before making everyone look at him. He let out a sigh and rubbed the bridge if his nose. "Alright, I guess I have no choice but to introduce you to my weapon partner."
"Where is he?"
"First off, what you are about to see may shock and/or disgust you." Crona warned.
All of them payed attention.
"Let's go, Ragnarok!" Crona's back seemed to grow as something surfaced. "Oh and just so you all know, my blood is black."
The students watched as the thing started gaining arms and eyes. It's hands were white with three pointed fingers, shoulder pads with spikes, horns stemmed from the X on it's face, and a crazed grin.
"Say hello to The Death Scythe known as Ragnarok." Crona introduced. Ragnarok flexed to show off his muscles.
"That thing is a Death Scythe!?" the girl from the weapon side exclaim.
"That's what he said, try paying a little more attention." the weapon snickered.
"Would you just turn into a sword already." Crona said in irritation
"Fine." he turned a mass of blood floating overhead. Crona reached in and pulled out a handle then the rest formed the blade.
"Now both weapon AND meister work as a team." Crona demonstrated by twirling the blade. He then put one hand behind his back and thrust forward repeatedly at break neck speeds. "It's not just about swing your partner around. When two souls resonate as one they can do great things."
"So start picking!" shouted Ragnarok.
"I can't take you anywhere, can I?" Crona said to the sword in his hand
"Of course you can, I'm part of you so basically you have to."
"Don't remind me." Crona scrached his head "Alright you guys get to know one another and I'll be back soon." Crona turned and walked away from the students.
Crona made his way to the library where he spotted Maka at the desk. After graduation she took the job as school librarian after her predecessor retirered. He smiled lightly while his face heated up.
"What are you waiting for Romeo? Go talk to her." Ragnarok urged.
"It's not that easy." he whispered.
"Look Crona, we've been together for as long as either of us can remember. You're almost 21, you gotta man up eventually."
"I'll do it when I'm ready." Crona replied in agitation
"Never mind, Soul just walked in."
Crona looked up and saw Ragnarok was right.
"Hey Crona, aren't you supposed to be in class with the new meat?" Soul asked.
"I gave them the regular gist of what they need to know and now they're picking partners."
"I remember when me and Maka were asked to be demonstrators for that class." Soul smiled. "Speaking of which, I need to talk to Maka."
Crona watched as Soul walked over to said girl. He couldn't hear from the distance, but by the looks of it they started arguing. It ended with Soul receiving a Maka Chop.
Crona flinched as he had seen how painful those are.
"Now's your chance lover boy. Go over and pretend to be concerned."
"I don't need to pretend." he replied walking over. "Maka?"
"Oh, hey Crona." She greeted.
"What were you two fighting about this time."
"Who's turn it was to make dinner tonight." she shrugged. "So how's your class?"
"Not sure. I gave them a brief run down and left them to get acquainted."
"MAKAAAA!" came Spirit's cry as he rushed in and hugged her.
"Dad we talked about this, not while at work?" she said emotionlessly.
"Hello Mr. Albarn." greeted Crona.
"Gorgon." the older Death Scythe. greeted blankly
Crona could tell his senior still wasn't keen on them having the same rank, Which he couldn't blame him for given his past actions.
"What happened to Soul?" Spirit asked.
"We just got into a little argument."
Spirit laughed hartley. "That's my girl! No one gives the Albarn family any crap."
"Mind taking him to the nurse while I get back to work?" Maka asked.
"Sure." Spirit dragged a dazed Soul out by his feet humming as he left.
"Now Crona. It's just you and her, do it!" Ragnarok whispered
"Fine." he relented. "Uh, Maka?"
"Yes?"
"Um, if you're free this afternoon, do you want to… I don't know, hangout?"
"Yeah sure." she replied. "Soul's making dinner so I have some time to burn."
'Yes.' thought Crona. "Okay see you after work." As Crona left he sighed in relief.
"Nicely done champ, I knew you could do it." said Ragnarok.
"Wow. You being supportive? You sure you didn't hit your head?"
"Well someone's gotta look out for you, might as well be me. Now let's get back to class."
Later Crona waited for Maka outside the academy.
'Oh man. I can't believe this is happening.'
"Calm down, you got this."
'Doubt it.'
Ragnarok came out and rubbed his shoulders. "Just stay calm and you'll be fine. Remember, this is your time."
"You know, I like you a lot more when you're not beating on me. You almost seem civilized."
"Aw, it's no- hey wait a minute, what's that supposed to mean?"
"Crona!" Maka called.
Crona looked up and saw her coming towards him.
"This isn't over." Ragnarok retreated.
"So anything special planned?"
"Actually I was thinking of just a nice relaxing walk after a long day's work?"
"That does sound pretty nice." Maka nodded.
Later on the sun has set and the moon loomed over head snickering
"It's a nice night." Maka said looking to the sky.
"I agree."
"It was night when we first met." said Crona
"True. Although back then we tried to kill each other."
That made him sigh in regret. "I still feel bad about kill on all those people."
"Hey, you were a different person back then. You've changed."
"Yeah, thanks to you Maka." Crona smiled at her.
She returned it.
"Before you cleansed me and Ragnarok my soul was like a desert, barren and empty. Now it like an ocean, vast and full of life."
"You really know how to flatter a girl." she locked arms with him.
Crona felt his breath hitch.
"You know what I like most about you Crona?"
"What?"
"Even though you've grown so much you never give in to your machismo. in a way you're a much better man than even my father was."
That made him blush Profusely and stop. "Maka, I need to tell you something."
"What is it?" she asked with slight concern.
Crona took her hands into his own. "All my life I have never met anyone as kind and caring as you, you saved me from the Hell that was once my life. I had nothing before you, and that's why...I love you."
Maka was surprised. Not only by what he said but the fact that he said it. Where was he getting this confidence from?
"I mean it Maka, down to the bottom of my very soul. In all honesty, I can't even envision any future without you."
That made Maka feel touched. No one had ever spoken to her like that not even Soul. Then she registered the last of his words "What are you saying Crona."
He took a deep breath and reached into his coat pocket and fished out a small box. "Maka…"
Soul was at home in the kitchen with his head bandaged and a grin on his face. 'tonight's the night.' after letting Maka injure him he told the nurse about how he needed to go and buy a ring for a special occasion, then he snuck out and went to the nearest Jeweler. The ring wasn't exactly the best money could buy, but it would do.
He finish cooking dinner and had everything setup perfectly, so now all he had to do was wait.
He heard the door open and smiled holding the ring box behind his back. "Show time." He and Maka met at the threshold.
"I've got to tell you-" He started to say when he noticed the other male.
"Soul, you won't believe this. Crona proposed, to me!" Maka said with a large smile.
That stunned Soul. "W-What?"
"I know it surprised me too." Maka giggled.
"Honestly my heart's is still hammering in my chest." Crona breathed.
"And just look at this ring." Maka held her hand out to show off the ring. It was a gold band with an emerald that made his ring look like it came from a crackerjack box.
"It was a good thing my Aunt Shaula was good at making jewelry and that I knew where her old labs were."
"Yeah, real good." Soul got out. "When's the wedding?"
"We're thinking in about five months." Maka said. "Hey dinner ready yet?"
"Yeah," Soul said slipping the box in his pocket. "but I didn't think we'd be having company so…"
"That's alright," Crona said "I'll just pick something up on the way home."
"Great." smiled Maka. "See you tomorrow."
Crona left smiling. His stroll down the street turned to a power walk, then a jog, and finally full on running. His black blood turned to wings and took to the sky's "WOOOOHOOOO! SHE SAID YES!"
"Nicely done bucko I knew you could do it." Ragnarok emerged, happily ruffling Crona's hair.
Back at the house, Soul looked out the window sending a scowl at the flying man. "Crona." Soul growled.