Author's note: so I notice that there aren't many AU crona x maka...so I decided I'm going to change that. In this one maka is very much like how she is in "seal your fate." yet different. I just like the idea of kami and maka's relationship. So with that here we go.
It's Thursday.
Maka looks out the window of the back seat of the cab, watching as the large familiar building gets closer and closer. She grips the basket resting in her lap full of bread that she had made her self close to her as they past the large sign. Maka glances at it even though she already knows what this place is.
"Welcome to Dark Side insane asylum."
This place was anything but welcoming. Maka feels as if the sign is more of a warning then anything else. They mind as well put "welcome to Disturbia." It's a creepy place. the building is huge, made of brick. It's pure white with a black roof. It's the place you see in many scarey movies, you know the one place no one wants to go, that screams trouble.
Maka watches as they past the many trees that surround the asylum..as if their cells weren't enough to hold the patients away from the world they make the location deep into a dark forest..where most would not dare travel but she's not like most people. She comes here all the time, for a part of her is stuck in this hell hole.
Her mother. Her mother is stuck here.
She grinds her teeth just at the thought but she shakes it off, she can't afford to think about that now.
The cab comes to a stop in front of the odd building, the cab driver looking back at her with panic in his eyes. " Hurry up and pay me. I hate coming here and you know that."
"Wimp." She grunts but hands him the money and gets out the car. The man doesn't waste any time and zooms off as if some monster was chasing him. Maka watches him go with a blank expression before she turns to look at this place she hates but loves at the same time. She hates this place because it took her mother away from her..but she loves it because she gets to see her mother again every thursday and Saturday.
She never misses a day.
Maka walks into the asylum pushing pass the glass doors, her green eyes look around boredly. This place never changes.
The lobby is pure white except for the furniture that's all black. It's such a weird way to furnish a room but then again barely anybody comes here, There's only two visitor days.
The woman at the front desk looks up from her cell phone as Maka walks forward, she snorts rudely.
"I was wondering when you would get here.." The woman tucks a lock of her brown hair behind her ear as she brings out a large book, she opens it up and searches the pages for something. "Let me guess, Kami Albarn correct?" She doesn't wait for Maka, She already knows the answer.
The woman finds the page and writes something down before pushing it over to Maka. Without comment she signs the paper, she's done this so many times, she knows what to do. Maka hands the book back to her, the woman looks at it before humming in approval.
She rings a bell and soon a man in scrubs comes out of the door behind the desk. The women doesn't look at him as she starts texting on her phone again. "Room 403, Kami Albarn." The man just nods, he glances at Maka coldly before he starts to walk towards a elevator, Maka following him with out comment.
There's no need to talk here.
The man clicks the up arrow and they get into the elevator, Maka's thoughts on her mother as the doors close behind them. How long has she been in this awful place? How much longer will she be?..
The man clicks the 5th button as his eyes glance down to the basket she's holding. Something flickers in them as he snatches the basket from her hands, and starts digging threw it.
"You won't find anything in there other then bread." She grunts not at all amused at this, they always do this yet she brings the same thing every time. A basket full of cherry bread, her mother's favorite.
"I just have to make sure there isn't anything sharp in here that the patient could hurt herself with." He does one final check over before handing the basket back over roughly.
"My mom doesn't hurt herself."
"That's the reason why she's here."
"Fuck you." Maka growls and the man looks at her, the look she gives him causes him just to sigh and look away.
How dare he?! He doesn't know anything about her mother!
She glares at him the whole ride up till the elevator dings. The man quickly leaves, happy to be out of there and away from her. She follows behind him and takes a deep breath..You can't be mad when you see her..you have to smile.. She takes deep breaths to calm herself down as the man leads her to the door she knows so much.
Door 403.
"Dr. Stein is already in there with her." The man gives her a look while he gets his keys out to unlock the door..yes unlock...They have her mother locked up like she's some fucking criminal but she has done no crime.
As soon as the door is open Maka rushes in. She hates her mom's room, it's not nice, it's not comfortable. The room, like everything else is white...only the chairs and her bed being black. Her mother..Her beautiful mother sits in the middle of this room on a black chair, her bangs covering her eyes. Sitting in front of her is a man dressed like a scientist, like a doctor but really he deserves to be in this place more then her mother. The man turns his head towards her, his glasses glaring so she can't see his eyes but if she did she knows they would be cold or blank.
"Ah Maka you're here, perfect. Maybe will respond to you more then she will me." He smiles at her, her seeing the note book he's holding...A note book of notes about her mother. She almost growls like an animal...She hates this man, he treats her mother like an experiment and she's not that. She's not that at all.
Maka doesn't comment as she walks over to her mother, all the nurses in the room watching her wryly.
Yes nurses, they keep so many people in here when she comes...for her protection they say..but why would she need protection from her mother?..She doesn't, her mother would never hurt her. Maka's eyes take in her mother and she can feel the lump in her throat.
Her mother wears a white hospital robe, her hair down covering her neck and face..Her legs are shaking. She hates to see this, to see her mother here in this room, being watched by these cold people that don't care about her. To them she's just another crazy patient, just another experiment but she's not.
She's her mother.
"Mom..It's me Maka." She gets on her knees before her, her mother doesn't respond. "I brought your favorite..cherry bread." This causes her mother to tense and Maka watches as she slowly lifts her head up. Maka grips the basket tight but she doesn't look away.
Her mother looks at her with her eyes..dilated and glossy..they look at her but at the same time they don't, as if she's seeing threw her. Her hair is still in her face and it gets in her mouth when she speaks. "Maka..You came back..is it Saturday already?"
"No it's Thursday." Maka gently tucks the hair out of her mother's face behind her ear, this causes all the nurses to tense up. "Of course I came back..I brought you some bread." Her eyes light up and Maka smiles. "Your favorite."
"My favorite!" She squeals, her lips twitching up into a unnatural smile.
By pure will power Maka holds her smile up when really she wanted to frown.
Her mother grabs the basket from her and with out using her hands she digs her face into the basket, eating the bread like a dog, pieces of ripped up bread falls all over the place as her mother devourers it, makes growling noises.
"What kind of bread is that?" Stein asks blankly watching her mother with uncaring eyes, he's just studying her behavior like she's some kind of animal.
"Cherry." Maka grunts glaring at him as he writes it down. He catches her glare but his expression doesn't change.
It never does.
"Now that's not how we eat is it?" Stein studies her mother as she growls, grabbing onto the basket to steady it.
She's starting to rip it but that's ok. Maka would just buy another one.
"Mom.." Maka touches her gentlly, her mother stops growling and slowly looks up at her daughter, her eyes still glossy and wide, bread all over her face.
Most people at seeing their mother like this would back away and maybe even scream but not her.
Why should she back away in fear from her mother?
"I'm sorry." Her bangs cover her eyes and she starts to tremble. "Sometimes I forget how normal people eat, it's been so long." That was directed towards Stein, her mother looking over at him. A large smile rips out on her face, and her legs shake as she digs her nails into the chair. "I forgot! I forgot! I totally forgot!" She throws her head back and laughs madly.
The nurses start to talk, and Maka sees one take out a needle.
"Mom you have to calm down.." She whispers to her, as she strokes her hair.
Her mother slowly stops laughing, that smile falling. She looks at Maka with watery eyes now, her lower lip quivering.
'Maka I'm so sorry! I couldn't stop that evil man! I couldn't! I couldn't!" She trembles her eyes wide.
"Mom-
"Don't let him touch you!" Her mother grabs her by the shoulders tightly her nails digging into her skin. It doesn't hurt but that doesn't stop the nurses from acting.
They rush over, with Stein standing up from his seat. Maka is frozen as her mother shakes her, she's screaming in her face. "Don't let him touch you! Don't let him get near you! You'll end up just like me! Just like me!"
"Enough." A male nurse grabs her mother roughly ripping her away from Maka, another nurse grabs her arms as she struggles against them.
"Stop it she wasn't hurting me!" Maka shouts but Stein grabs her by the shoulder.
"It's time for you to go, she's not stable." He begins to drag her out of the room, Maka keeps screaming her mother's name as she watches a nurse stick a needle in her arm..Her mother goes limp in there arms...
Mom..
Stein pulls her out and shuts the door behind him.
'What's wrong with her? She's never done that before!" Maka is panting, her eyes wide at remembering how desperate her mother looked as she screamed in her face.
"My apologies. It seems the new medication we gave her isn't working.." The man jolts something down on his note book. "..Seems we have to try something else.."
"What is my mother to you? Just a test subject?!" She growls and takes a step back from him, her eyes flaring. "Why the hell do you keep giving her different medications? Each one you give her just ends up making her worse!"
And that's what they were doing. They were making her mother worse so she could never leave this hell hole. So she couldn't come back home with her, where she belongs.
"We are trying to help your mother Maka. Kami is becoming more unstable so we had to up her medication." He takes his eyes off the notes to look at her. "I assure you she is not a test subject, all we do we do for her."
"..." Maka grinds her teeth and looks away.
Her mother is becoming more unstable because she's locked up here..away from here home..Can't they see she just needs to come back home? That being back where she belongs will save her mind?
"Here." Stein pushes the basket towards her, Maka not realizing he had grabbed it as she takes it from him. It's ripped on the side but that's ok. She looks inside, there's one piece of bread left. Well she know what she's having for lunch..
"Kami won't be taking anymore visit's for today, we need to get her stable again." His glasses glare as he turns his back on her. "Go home, your father is probably worried about you and you have school tomorrow." He opens the door back to her mother's room and he pauses looking back at her. "This is no place for you Maka." He looks away from her and walks back into her mother's room shutting the door behind him.
"This is no place for my mom either.." She speaks, but it's only to herself.
Maka grips the handle of the basket as she starts to walk down the hallway..back towards home but really home isn't home with out her mother. Nothing's the same with out her.
Maka feels her eyes get watery and she sniffles having to stop for a second to rub her eyes.
Her mother has never put her hands on her like she did back there...and that look in her eyes..she looked so deranged and even she had to admit it. Maka looks up at the ceiling, silent tears falling down her face...
Her mom's not stable..How much longer will she be here?...Why did this even have to happen?
She wipes the tears away. Crying was weak. She would not let herself do it for to long.
Maka takes a deep breath and starts walking again thinking about what she's going to do for the rest of the day. She usually stays at asylum till visiting hours are over, 6:30 but when she looks at the watch on her wrist it's only 3:00... She has three hours to spare and she doesn't want to go home.
No she hates it there, it's not even her home. She considers the asylum more of her home then that...place. At least here Is where her mother is. Her mother is her home.
Suddenly as she walks past a hallway deep in thought something runs into her, causing her to stumble back and the thing to squeak, all she sees is a flash of pink before the thing falls on the floor hard.
"Watch where the hell your going- Maka stops going off once her eyes fall on the "thing."
A boy...or a girl she can't really tell is on the white floor looking up at her with wide pale blue eyes, the person is trembling. She automatically notices the white grown this person is wearing. This is a patient.
"What are you-
"I think the patient went this way!"
Maka hears someone shout from the end of the hall way. Without thinking Maka grabs this person's wrist and lifts them up. She had to hide this person and fast. Maka knows to well what they do to patients who try to escape. She spots a custodian closet and drags the person towards it, he or she drags there feet, trembling.
"I'm helping you." She growls as she opens the closet. The person's eyes light in realization at seeing the closet and the patient stops struggling. Maka doesn't waste any time and pushes the patient in, closing the door in the person's face ignoring how scared his person looks.
"Hey girl!" Three nurses appear from around the corner, the ones the patient was probably running from.
One is holding a needle, the dreaded needle, another one holding a restraint. She recognizes one of them, the one that addressed her is the man who took her to her mom's today. He looks out of breath and irritated. "Have you seen a patient with pink hair around here? We know the patient came this way."
"Yeah I saw her." Maka hears the patient squeak from behind the door and she really hopes they didn't hear that. "She went that way." She points down the hallway, her expression blank. "Better hurry she was pretty fast."
"Right. Come on!" He shouts at the other nurses and take off running full speed down the hallway.
Dumb ass's. Maka smirks and watches till there out of sight.
"Alright it's ok to come out now." She looks back at the closet.
It slowly creaks open, the pink haired patient peeking around the door shyly, her face red.
"Come on you can't stay there forever."
At this the girl looks back as if she was really considering it.
Maka sighs getting her attention. "Look I know this place is bad..I know it's horrible but don't you know what they do to patients that try to run away?"
The girl nods her head, her bangs covering her eyes.
"Then why did you do it?" She speaks softly as she gets closer. "You know it's almost impossible to get out of this place right?"
"I w-wasn't trying to r-run away." She mumbles or um..He mumbles..hearing it's voice has confused her again. It's in between like it could belong to a girl or a boy...She doesn't want to ask but it's beginning to bug her a little.
"If you weren't trying to run then why are you out of your cell?" She raises an eye brow when the patient tenses.
"I-I didn't want to b-be alone.." The patient trembles and Maka can't help but to feel bad for this person...He looks so fragile. The grown is a bit to big for this person, on one side it hangs down on the shoulder showing off his skin that you could easily see the bone through...The patient just looks vulnerable..
"It's visiting day." She mumbles softly, puzzled.
Thursday was the bigger of the two visiting days. People didn't like to spend there weekend at a house for crazy people. It's Thursday and this patient doesn't look like she could be any older then her...Surely her mother or father would have come to see her-
The pained look on the patient says it all. No one came to see her. No one cares enough to come. A deep anger burns within her as she grabs the boy's..or girl's wrist, this causing the person to squeak and looks at her with wide eyes.
"I'm taking you back to your room, what number is it?"
"I-it's u-um..r-room 408.." The patient's blue eyes shift all over the place and he squeaks when Maka starts to pull him along. "B-But only n-nurses and v-visit's are allowed t-to go to my r-room."
"I'm your visitor for today." Maka states bluntly dragging the boy along with her in the direction of his room, she feels him tense against her hand that's holding his wrist.
"Y-You..are?" She/he speaks breathlessly and it feels like Maka's draging her along. "W-Why? W-Why would you want to be my visitor?..Y-You don't know me.." She/he mumbles.
Maka suddenly stops and the patient tenses as she turns to face him/her. She smiles warmly, friendly. "I'm sorry your right. My name is Maka Albarn, what's yours?" She reaches out a hand towards the patient.
She looks at the hand with wide confused eyes, as she grips her arm with the other..rather tightly Maka notices. She's about to pull away her hand thinking maybe this patient doesn't know what a hand shake is when he reaches out a shaky hand, his finger tips lightly touch her hand and he gasps, looking at where he's touching her like he was surprised she's actually there.
"I-I'm..C-Crona.." She mumbles as she pulls away from Maka's hand blushing.
"Crona.." Maka smiles. "See now we know each other." She grabs her hand again and starts leading her back to her room. She walks fast and this time she notices the patient is actually walking with her, she no longer dragging him.
It then hits Maka that she's walking alone with a crazy person, no nurse knows she's here with him..and she doesn't know anything about this person..maybe it's how small his wrist feels in her hand, or the way he stumbles every once and a while but she doesn't feel frighten at all. She doesn't feel like she's in any danger. This is a human being just as herself.
Maka finally finds what she's looking for, room 408. She tries the door handle and the door opens. Maka leads the patient into the room, shutting the door behind them.
As soon as there in the girl lets go of her hand to go sit into a corner on the hard floor, hugging her knees to her chest.
"Um..you know it's comfier on a seat." Maka studies the patient as she lifts her head up slightly just so she can hear her speak.
"I-I'm more comfortable over h-here." He mumbles.
"Well okay then." She walks over to him, he's trembling. "So..how did you even get out? The doors are usually locked pretty good, I'm impressed."
"O-Oh...I-I just started screaming and when the nurses came I r-ran past them.." He blushes and pulls his knees closer to his chest. "I-I wanted to get to a phone..b-but as you know I didn't make it to far.."
"Why did you want to get to a phone?" Maka kneels next to the frail girl frowning.
"s-so I could call m-my mom..I-I don't understand why she hasn't come t-to see me..s-she told me she would." The girl trembles and her bangs cover her eyes. "N-No that was stupid of me to ever believe her. She's never coming to s-see me...I-I'm no longer needed."
Maka's frown deepens, who ever her mother was sounded like a total bitch
. Who would just abandon there child in a insane asylum? When he needs her the most?
Maka opens her mouth but he just shakes his head. "N-No more..I can't deal with this conversation."
"...I understand.." A awkward silence falls over them, the boy hugging his knees in a corner while Maka stares at him...or her..this is beginning to bother her.
This person has short pink hair, with such a soft face..The body is very small but even in the gown she could see the patient's curves, she could see the patient's hip bones poke out of the gown there so wide. Every thing she sees leads her to think this is a girl but...at the same time there is something that screams male..The way this person talks and the patient's facial expressions..It's hard to tell..but either way boy or girl..she's fascinated.
She's never seen anyone like this person..so frail..so timid, she just wants to hold this person, to protect this person..and she just met him or her..
Maybe she did belong in the asylum...Is it normal to feel this way? To be fascinated by someone you don't even know?
She studies how tiny Crona is, looking at the shoulder bone that is showing and his face that's sunken in and pale..Does he even eat?
Maka looks down at the basket she's been carrying, spotting the last piece of bread, her lunch.
Oh well.
Maka takes it out noticing Crona is now watching her with fascination. She smiles at him and reaches the bread towards him. "Here, are you hungry?"
Crona stares at the piece of bread, the hunger evident in his pale blue eyes but he shakes his head.
"Aw come on try it, I know you'll like it. I made it myself." She smiles warmly at him and this time Crona reaches out a shaky hand, lightly grabbing it and bring it back to him. Crona just stares at it for the longest time before she parts her small lips, taking the tinniest bite possible out of it.
The reaction is automatic.
"T-This I-Is amazing!" Her whole face lights up, her pale blue eyes sparkling as she takes another bite, then another, then another.
Maka watches Crona eat..Something tugging at her heart that something she made could make someone so happy.
"Thanks, I make them for my mother all the time so I'm like the master of baking bread now." She chuckles as Crona takes the last bite of the piece of bread, destroying it.
"y-you can say that again..T-There's nothing like this h-here." Crona mumbles averting his gaze a blush on his face. "T-Thanks so much for that.."
"Your welcome." Maka smiles again..She finds it weird she's smiling. She never does but she can't help it.
Crona looks down, his eyes glossed over in thought for a moment before he blurts out-
"W-Why are you here?" Crona suddenly looks up, her eyes widen, panicked. "I-I mean! w-what are you doing at the asylum, n-not here! I-I like you here don't think that I don't I'm just curious-
"It's ok." Maka giggles a little at this reaction causing Crona to look at her with those beautiful blue eyes..
Did she just say beautiful?
yes she did and she meant it. They freeze and excite her like the ice they represent.
"I'm here to visit my mom."
"o-oh I'm sorry.." Crona mumbles glancing at her then the ground looking guilty.
"There's nothing to be sorry about I-
"D-Do you still love her?" He breaths out looking down at the floor with his shaky blue eyes, griping his knees tightly. "E-Even though she's here...d-do you still love her?" He speaks no more then a whisper.
"Of course I do." She says instantly and his breath hitches as he looks at her with wide eyes. "I love her with all my heart. Nothing could change that."
"...W-Why is she here?" Crona asks then her eyes get wide. "I-I mean I'm sorry I s-shouldn't be a-asking you all these questions I.." She trails off her eyes shaking.
"No it's fine." Maka smiles reassuringly but it falls as she looks down at her hands in thought. "Sometimes I ask myself that same question..why is my mom even here?" Maka grips her fist, her breath speeding. "..but really I know why she's here..because I seen it with my own eyes.."
"W-What happen?" He looks at her, his eyes filled with concern.
ha! Concern for her? He doesn't know her but yet..He's concerned about her..and it's genuine Unlike her father, unlike her class mates who's concern is a routine, it's a duty to them. But this stranger owes Maka nothing yet..he's concerned about her..
She can see it in those beautiful eyes.
"..Every thing was great. My mother.. every one loved her and respected her." Maka closes her eyes thinking back to those better times. "She had a job as a heart surgeon..she was the best and saved many lives. She worked for every single thing she got and everyone respected her for it..She gave to the poor, and she was the best mother any girl could have. She would take me to the park every Friday when she got off work and we would go for ice cream..she would tell me stories while we sat on the bench feeding the birds that would always come by are feet..."
Maka's eyes get glossy, not understanding why all these words are coming out, to a stranger to make matters worse. This is the most she's talked to anyone since her mother was taken away from her..and she never talked about her mother..not to her best friend, not to her father and not to her guidance counselor but here she was, spilling her guts out to this..person..
She can't stop the words any more..They have been held in way to long.
"One day I came home from school...and my house was on fire.." Maka grips her fist, she's starting to tremble. "I rushed in after calling 911 worried about my mom and when I got in there..."
She takes a deep breath.
"My mom was...dancing..with this huge smile on her face. If that wasn't odd enough she was on fire..her arms were and she was dancing, and smiling...She threw ashes in the air chanting 'You can't touch me now demon! I win! I win! You'll never touch her you evil man! Never never! Your going to burn down with this house! Burn down with me!'...To say I was terrified would be a understatement. I could not understand what I was seeing and all at once the police and the firemen got on the scene. A fireman rushed in and grabbed me, pulling me and my mother out of the house but my mom was screaming..She wanted to go back. They put the fire out and she screamed bloody murder. 'What are you doing? don't you see what I was doing?' She shouted and when she saw the firemen hosing down the house...She .."
Tears stream down her face but at this point she doesn't care.
"Oh god it was so awful..My mom attacked a fireman. She jumped on him screaming bloody murder before she bit him, she bit him on the neck and there was blood..The man screamed and the other firefighters had to pry my mother off of him..She didn't spit out his blood..She swallowed it..She fucking swallowed it.."
She's trembling now..bad and she can't stop. she can't stop the words. There coming out to fast to stop like a waterfall there just flowing from her heart out of her mouth.
" She screamed 'Why are you trying to take out the fire? Let it burn! Let it fucking burn! The man, he's going to go down with it so I say let it burn!' My mother was hysterical.. laughing loudly with tears streaming down her face and blood dripping from her lips. At this point I was crying..I didn't understand any of this...Why my mother was acting like this..why are house was on fire..It was so scarey..it even scares me now to talk about it.."
She sniffles, she's still crying. How embarrassing but she can't stop.
"The firefighters tried to hose down the fire again and my mother attacked..This time she was tackled by cops and held down...She thrashed crazily against them..It took five cops to hold her down so they could put hand cuffs on her...Then they took her away..and I was left standing there alone..watching as the firemen tried to take out the fire...They did but the damage had been done..my home was ruin..and I knew it..I also knew..nothing would be the same again."
She pants heavily, the tears are falling down heavier now as she shakes her head.
She was fooling her self all along..Her mother..
"By the court my mother was ruled insane, charged with burning down are house and burning herself. She also got charged with attacking the fireman...but instead of jail she was sent here.. I watched from the crowd at the court house as they cuffed my mother again and dragged her out. She screamed 'It wasn't me! It wasn't me! It's all him! He's done this to me!' Then they took her from my sight..and I cried again..for I knew then...that she was insane ...the court had ruled it so." Maka wipes the tears from her eyes.
"A-And you come to v-visit her ever since.." Crona speaks softly, she can feel his gaze on her but she can't look at him. Not right now. "T-This man that your mom speaks of..d-did he.. did they find him?"
"No..because he isn't real." She takes a deep breath and lets it out. "..There never was a man..it was just my mom..It was all my mom.."
She grips her fist as she finally looks at Crona. he's looking at her with a frown on his face but..he's not judging her..concern still shines through..and this causes silent tears to fall again. "She still talks about this man..she still fucking talks about him and it's been months..I'm worried about her Crona...I'm so worried."
"I-I'm so sorry Maka." He frowns as he reaches out a shaky hand, touching her cheek were the tears were. He pulls his hand away and looks at the water on his hand with a blank expression. "P-Please don't cry..I-I don't like it..it doesn't make me feel good." He mumbles looking away from her.
"I'm sorry." Maka wipes the tears from her cheeks...How did all that just come from her lips? How did she really just confess all that? She shed tears in front of this patient, tears no one was meant to see. She spoke her fears..her worries..that no one was suppose to know but her.
She came to comfort Crona but he ended up comforting her.
Maybe she really did belong here with her mother..It's funny how this calm boy is the one wearing the gown when she should be the one wearing it...She's pretty much crying on the shoulder of someone who needs someone to cry on.
She's free but Crona's not.
Crona is considered insane, yet she's not.
"n-no it's fine..I-I asked about your mother.." Crona shifts her gaze, a guilty look weighing down her expression. "I-I shouldn't have even asked I-
"I'm glad you did." Make gives him assuring smile, her eyes feel swollen. "I needed to talk about it...I had to let all that out. Thanks for listening to me, I'm so sorry I just piled that all on you."
"N-No..I l-like learning about you..and t-talking to you." She mumbles looking to the ground, her cheeks slightly tinted. "I don't g-get to talk to many..n-normal people."
"Heh...I wouldn't say I'm normal." Maka smiles when Crona looks at her.
"I-it's true your different...You h-helped me..and y-your words are so nice towards me." She blushes again and Maka feels her stomach tighten. "Y-Your different but not in the insane w-way."
"I guess so." Maka shrugs then looks at her. "..Your different too but...you don't seem insane to me."
"M-Maka I-
"Calling all visitors. It's 6:30, time for you to leave." A bored voice sounds over the intercom causing Crona to tense. It's definably the lady from the front.
"O-oO it's time for you to go?" Crona frowns, her eyes drooping,a sadness in them that hurts Maka's heart.
"Yeah.." Maka stands up and Crona follows her, her large eyes not coming off of her. "..Bye Crona.." She walks over to the door and pauses. "I'll see you Saturday."
"W-What?" His eyes get wide.
"I'm going to visit you Saturday." She gives him a smile. "If you don't mind my company."
"N-No! N-N-Not at all!" Her eyes are wide, her lips slightly parting in awe making her look so cute. "I-I e-enjoy it!"
"Good because so do I."
This gets Crona's breath to hitch and a blush to come to his cheeks.
Maka smiles. "Bye Crona..see you Saturday."
"S-See you S-Saturday." His whole face lights up in happiness and Maka can feel her heart swell. She doesn't want to leave but she has to.
Maka opens the door making sure she locked it on the way out. she had a feeling.
. Maka walks down the hallway for awhile before she is stopped by the same three nurses she left astray.
"Have you seen the patient?!" He's out of breath, panicked.
"What patient?" She plays dumb.
"The one you pointed us to! We didn't find the brat!"
"Um your mistaken. You asked me where the bathroom was and I pointed you in that direction. There was no patient." She keeps her face blank, if she played her cards right this would work.
"Stop playing games, this patient is dangerous. We have to find this patient now!"
Maka almost glares at him.
Crona isn't dangerous. She spent a long time with Crona..and he didn't hurt her.
She cried and he listen to her..
"I'm sorry but there wasn't a patient." She plays it cool. "I wish I could help..Are you sure a patient is even lose?"
The man grumbles obviously pissed off as he grabs her wrist and leads her back over to Crona's door. "See this is-
He stops at seeing that the door is closed he tries the door and it's locked..
"What the hell..?" He looks inside the room by the small window on the door, his face pales. "How the hell did Crona get back in there?"
"Are you sure he ever left?" Maka fake sighs and starts to walk away from the de-stressed nurses. "I don't know..maybe you guys should check yourselves in the asylum...The jobs getting to you, your delirious." She smirks smugly as she walks away from them, hearing the nurses talk urgently with each other discussing there mental health.
oh yeah, she's a boss.
Crona won't be getting into any trouble..He's safe..
She closes her eyes and puts a hand to her heart..
Crona made her feel good..A huge weight has been lifted from her shoulders after talking about her mother..It felt so good to speak and to not be judged..to admit she was afraid when she thought it to be so wrong before...
One thing is for sure...
Maka pushes the down button on the elevator and smiles.
She can't wait to come back here Saturday.
So here's chapter one. I'm leaving it up to you guys to tell me what gender you want crona to be. It really doesn't matter. Just know no matter the gender it will still be a crona x maka. And if it confused you by how some times in this chapter crona was called a boy then a girl that's because when he does certain things maka see's crona more as one of those genders and other times she's unsure. So please review let me know what you think!.