Everything was perfectly normal that day. Nothing could be off. Nothing could be wrong. Maka had made her partner, Soul, a Death Scythe and she defeated the Kishin, losing Crona in the process. She missed him so much, even though it had only been six months since the battle on the moon. The moon was still a sphere of the dark embodiment of madness, a mass of darkness. She wondered what was happening up there. She just wanted Crona back so much, to hold him in her arms once more. To wrap her arms around him and assure him everything would be okay.
What she didn't know was the battle still raging on the moon, which was coming to an end.
Everyone must think he's dead. Crona kept thinking this as he fought the damned Kishin, Asura. His pink hair was a mess, his robe, a tattered cloth hanging off of him. Again, for the millionth time, Maka's beautiful and angelic face swept through his mind like a breath of fresh air, this time more violently. He WAS going to win for her.
He was going to end this, right now. After a long six months of constant battling and sleep deprivation, lack of food and drink, and constant blows to his body, his black blood and Maka's smile in his mind were sustaining his life force. He was going to end it. This battle against the Kishin. Against the embodiment of madness itself.
He charged the god of Madness head on, leaping over craters and debris left from the battle.
"DIE, YOU KISHIN BASTARD!" He screeched as he pulled his sword down in his new burst of energy. The sword hit the god in the side and he pushed it in deeper. Crona said in a calm, but hoarse voice, "I'll see you in hell, motherfucker. This is the end for you, once and FOR ALL."
The Kishin, shocked by this wave of power, was unprepared for his blow. Asura spoke in a raspy voice, "This is not the last time I will appear. The next time I return, you mortals will not be here to stop me. Just you fucking wait, Crona Makenshi Gorgon. I will DESTROY you and that adolescent girl. What's her name again? Oh wasn't it Maka-"
"Don't fucking ever say her name," Crona growled. He pushed the sword in Asura's side even deeper. Asura hacked up black blood. "You're already fucking dead. You've lost to a mortal."
" A 'mortal' with black blood. Isn't that cheating?"
"Afraid of what's going to happen to you once again in possession of the Shinigami? You're pathetic. Goodbye, Asura. Your time is up."
"Arrogant mortal," he scoffed.
With that, Crona pulled the sword all the way through, slicing him in half.
Almost immediately, the black sphere surrounding the moon dispelled. He squinted at the light that hit his eyes, making him blind for a few seconds. All that remained of Asura were his many layers of clothes and a crimson, floating orb that emanated pure madness. Crona reached out and grabbed the soul and clutched it in his hands. He moved over to the edge of the moon and looked down.
He called on Ragnarok who came popping out of his back in wing form.
Then, he jumped and soared to the city in Death Valley, to the school that towered over everything. He pulled the soul tighter to his chest, afraid that if he was too careless, it would disappear. He looked at Shibusen,and wondered what was going to happen when he arrived.