A/N: This was one of my first attempts at a Crona X Kid fanfiction. Hope you like! ^^
Death the Kid, the son of Shinigami-sama, approached me. I felt the butterflies in my stomach I got whenever he was near and tried not to blush at the mere sight of him. I wonder what he had to say?
"C-crona," Kid began.
"Yes, Kid?" I asked.
"Do you...uhm...like me?" he inquired.
"Of course I do," I replied.
"No, I mean like me." I blushed. How had he found out? Was it really that obvious? The only one I had told about my feelings for Kid was Maka. I gave him my answer and asked how he knew.
"Well, Maka told me..." he said. My eyes widened in horror.
Maka? Maka, my best friend? Maka Albarn, the only person in the world I trusted wholly and without doubt? Kid looked exceptionally uncomfortable at this situation. Oh, no. Oh, God, no. He was rejecting me! I mean, what else had I expected? But this was still Maka's fault. Now Kid and I couldn't even be friends, not with the feelings of awkwardness and one-sided affection hanging between us. I held back my tears and ran for my room, Kid calling out to me. I didn't stop. Why bother telling me he didn't feel the same? It hurt enough not put into words.
I slammed my door and sat down on my bed. I buried my face in the pillow to hide the tears. Why? Why had Maka gone and told Kid that I liked him? I thought I could trust her. I thought she was my friend! But now I knew to never trust anyone again. Maka was the same as the rest of the people at Shibusen. They didn't really care about me. They just wanted to see me make a fool of myself. I don't know how to deal with betrayal. I don't know how to deal with rejection. I don't even know how to deal with my own emotions.
There was a soft knock at the door.
"Go away!" I groaned. Who could it possibly be? I had no friends. I realized that now.
"Crona?" Kid said gently, his voice muffled slightly by the door to my room. "I'd like to talk to you." What was he doing here? Without waiting for an answer as to whether he could come in or not, Kid entered my room. He sat down next to me on my bed. I pretended not to notice he was there.
"Are you alright?" Kid asked. I kept my face in the pillow, saying nothing. The young Shinigami who had stolen my heart and was incapable of giving it back, not that I wanted him to, took a deep breath.
"Crona-"
"Just say it already," I snapped. Kid looked at me, shocked that I could be so abrupt and harsh-sounding. To be honest, I was a little surprised at myself. I lifted my face from the pillow and glared at him.
"Just reject me! I don't know how to deal with suspense!"
I threw the pillow on the floor, my sudden outburst of anger melting and turning back into despair. I buried my face in my hands, the pillow no longer an option. Then I felt Kid's thumb under my chin and looked at him. He put his hand on my cheek and brushed away a tear with his thumb. My face grew warm from the unfamiliar contact.
"Crona, who said I was going to reject you?" Kid whispered. He leaned toward me, those hypnotizing yellow eyes half-closed. What was he doing? Kid's eyes closed completely, and his lips pressed against mine. I froze, but the blush on my face deepened. Was this what a kiss was? I thought I liked it. I closed my eyes and began to kiss him back.
For once, I knew exactly how to deal with this.