Friends
Warning: Pre-Slash.
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater or Harry Potter.
Summary: Snap Shot Moment: If Crona had a childhood friend.
Pairing: Pre-Crona/Harry
Notes: Harry is 7, Crona 8. Crona is male and Harry is a weapon (a chain scythe). I will be doing a full story with this later, but for the moment it's just a drabble. Harry ran away from the Dursley's.
Cross Over: Soul Eater/Harry Potter
Word Count: 402 (only actual Drabble)
One Drabble a Day Challenge (Post a drabble everyday for 50 days) Date: September 1st, 2009
The first. Er! I had so many written already--24--I was pulling my hair out trying to figure which one to use, so I used this one because I thought it was cute. Enjoy!
Friends
Running around and wailing, Crona wildly batted his arms as Ragnarok mercilessly noogied before a sythe blade--connected to a chain---slammed into his face, sending him crashing into the wall as small, barley 4'3 dark-haired child—whose right arm was the scythe blade in question—glared at him, hands on his hips.
"Ragnarok! How many time do I have to tell you to stop being mean to Crona? And let him eat! He's skinny enough as it is."
Harry glared, huffing before turning a beaming smile to a teary eyed Crona as Ragnarok staggered up, holding his bleeding (non-existent) nose.
"Don't worry—I made you a second lunch, Crona. See! It's your favorite—tomato and cream cheese on Italian breed. I even cut the tomatoes into little stars! And I found a strawberry soda we can share, too, along with the cookies I just made. They're sugar cookies shaped into little moons—I even iced on their smiles with vanilla icing!"
Harry beamed, chatting happily and pulling the older boy into the direction of the blanket he set up, a plate of two sandwiches, cookies and a soda on the blanket, waiting patiently for them. Crona smiled shyly, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his black dress before sitting down with his best—and only—friend to enjoy his specially made lunch, sitting as close to Harry as he could.
Ragnarok appeared moments later, attempting to steal his sandwich only to get smacked by Harry again, who had changed his arm back into it's chain-scythe form and was waving it at the bigger weapon threateningly.
"But Harry! I'm hungry! And you make such good sandwiches!"
Ragnarok whined, his voice pouty and childish. Rolling his eyes, Harry sighed.
"There are some more sandwiches in the basket—save some for dinner though! And let Crona eat in peace or I'll stab you!"
He added as Ragnarok fell on the basket the way a starving wolf would a fallen deer. Laughing, Harry turned to Crona who watched his weapon and friend's antic with a shy, content smile. Wrapping an arm around Crona's middle, Harry snuggled into his friend, making the pink-haired male blush and snuggle back.
Crona wished things could be like this forever, his best—and only—friend snuggled into his side and weapon (older brother) making playful jabs and stealing his food so he had to share with Harry.
What could be better?