Crona was unsure about this, but then again, Crona was unsure of almost everything. Could Kid really be serious? Walking along the streets of Death City, with the moonlight guiding the way, a faint howl of the wind wrapped itself around Crona's delicate fragile body like a blanket, sending a small chill up his body. It didn't phase him, the cold, he was used to it now. After years of Medusa's abuse and everything that had happened in the past year, the cold winds were the least of his worries. He reached the home of Death the Kid, and stopped just outside the front door. Hesitation set in and fear for what was to come next. Why had Kid called? What is so important that he had to make his way to see him so late in the night? Crona's arm raised up and heavily rested on the wooden door, however he was still unsure about this. Just as he was gathering his courage, the door suddenly opened. Kid was now facing Crona, with the same expression he always wore - completely emotionless. This was Kid's trademark expression.

"Please, come on in. I've been expecting you Crona." Kid said.
"Oh um... Okay..." replied Crona with a trembling small voice.
Kid's house reflected his personality exactly - perfectly symmetrical. Everything, even the width of the hallway was symmetrical. Of course, Kid would have a nosebleed if the symmetry or exactness was off - even a little.
"What are you doing, idiot, why are we here in the middle of the night!?" Ragnarok demanded as he poked at Crona's tiny body.
"Stop it Ragnarok, you're hurting me! Get off of me!" exclaimed Crona in a whining voice.
"Through here, have a seat." Kid's voice echoed into the hallway from the living room.
Ragnarok knew his place, he'd become quite good since Maka defeated the Kishin, he actually began to see that Crona was a person and not some play toy for him to beat around all the time. Crona felt the heavy dark weapon slinking back into his bloodstream without saying a word to him, but that was now a familiar sensation, one which he had grown to enjoy. Crona's anxiety started to rise within him as he clutched his upper arm, seeking comfort of some form from this fear. Kid was sitting on the sofa in a straight perfect manner.
"Please, sit next to me, Crona." Kid said, patting the sofa next to him while looking directly into Crona's eyes.
He never understands why, but when Kid looks at him like that he gets a strange feeling of unease, yet comfort at the same time within his soul. He feels safe in Kid's presence, yet at the same time terrified. Crona sits next to Kid and looks down to the floor, clutching the fabric of his clothes. Kid is looking at him, he feels his eyes running all over him.
"Crona, I'm sorry for calling you so late, but I have something I need to tell you and it simply couldn't wait any longer." The words were a whisper and it struck fear into his body. Crona remained silent with his eyes fixated on the ground.
"Please, look at me Crona. This is important."
 Crona lifted his head and looked at Kid with a trembling expression. The room was deafeningly silent. The faint sounds of the flames from the candles perfectly set up to match in perfect symmetry could be heard from the other side of the room.
"It's funny, now that you're here, I don't quite know what to say anymore." Kid said in a small voice, smiling in to himself.

Crona liked it when Kid smiled. He never smiled so it was like seeing a rare flower in bloom. The way his hair hung so perfectly in front of his golden eyes made Crona's soul shiver, Kid was beautifully constructed. His slender frame and well-fitted suit; his perfectly trimmed hair; his hypnotising golden eyes. Every little detail about Kid made Crona feel strange but he liked the strangeness. In fact, he didn't ever want the feeling to go away. Kid ran his fingers through his hair and let a breath escape his lips. "Kid is so beautiful," Crona thought to himself, "I'm nothing compared to him. I don't think I know how to deal with this situation." Kid was searching for the words to say, but the stress on his face proved that these words were difficult to obtain, which was strange for Crona. Kid always knew what to say no matter what the situation. Kid began to laugh to himself, which made Crona jump a little. "Why is he laughing, is something funny? Have I done something stupid?" Crona worried.
"You know, I've planned this for weeks now; what I was going to say to you, and how I was going to say it, but there's something about you Crona, something that just makes my head all jumbled."
"W-what do you mean?" Crona asked in a frightened sad voice. Kid simply laughed more.
"Please, don't be so afraid of me, there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm simply just trying to steady my nerves." Crona relaxed a little and gave a weak smile. Kid stopped laughing and the same perplexed and intimidating look returned to his face. Crona's nerves were jumping constantly. He didn't know how to deal with a situation like this. Suddenly Kid turned his head and looked into Crona's eyes, and Crona returned the gaze as best he could. Kid placed his hand gently upon Crona's shoulder and never broke the eye contact, not even for a second.

"Crona I-" Kid trailed off and instead of talking, he inched closer to Crona.