For those of you familiar with my other work, this is what I meant by "not in the way you expect".
For those of you who don't…
Essentially, the purpose of this fic is to rip into other, worse fics. I've already started another fic doing the same, titled Errors In Continuity, which you can find in the Soul Eater/Teen Titans crossover section (seriously, how am I the only one who thought of that concept?), or on my profile page. It helps to read that first before you get started on this.
That fic goes after whatever I can find, but this one will focus solely on Soul Eater fanfics. You can help out, and I'll tell you how at the end.
The pairing? Well…just because.
Anyway, away we go!
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It shouldn't come as a surprise, but Crona absolutely hated being right.
Of course, when one grows up with a monster of a mother, being tortured in multiple ways since birth in order to create a killing machine of pure chaos, one tends to develop a rather pessimistic view on life. When one isn't constantly fighting to hang onto his own fractured psyche.
The point being, even though he'd been having a good time the past couple of weeks, there was always that nagging thought in the back of his head that sooner or later, it'd all come to an end, probably in the worst way possible. He tried to ignore that thought as best as he could, because he most certainly didn't want it to end.
It had just been him and Maka, Maka and him, all the time, every day. Much to Ragnarok's constant chagrin. But Crona couldn't get enough of it. Getting to spend time with the one person he cared about more than anything was pure heaven, no matter what they were doing. Sure, they weren't dates or anything (Crona paled at the idea of actually having to screw up the courage to ask Maka out), but any time with Maka was better than no time at all.
And yet, that thought in the back of his head was right. It did come crashing down in the worst way possible. For what spurred on the time they spent together was one of the worst things either of them had experienced, and now they were in danger of going through it again.
Crona looked up at the twin doors that led into the mysterious theater beyond. It wasn't Crona's first time in this theater, and he knew it wouldn't be his last. He had been asked to go there for the first time via a letter that he received what felt like ages ago. Since then, he had to endure what could only be described as exercises in stress and insanity (Crona never thought he could get crazier, until the second session took place). It was supposed to be entertainment that aired on TV somewhere, though he was never told where, and the funds would go towards expanding. Into other worlds, he was told.
Crona sighed, averting his thoughts from the scope of his task and looking to his left, to see Maka resting her head on one of the twin doors. It wasn't Maka's first time at this theater either, but it was something neither of them would ever forget. The one time she was there with him, and it had been something neither of them would walk away from unscarred. They had to endure a mental shock that shattered their concepts of reality, their own lives, and their place in the grand scheme of things. And that was before they even started.
Granted, what they went through eventually resulted in their increased time together, but it didn't seem worth it, now that Crona thought about it. He'd much rather spend the rest of his life alone again rather than make Maka go through what they went through. And now, here they were, again.
Maka didn't mind that Crona decided to continue going to the theater, and Crona didn't press Maka to come back. Sometimes Crona wondered if that really was his own decision, or whoever was arranging all of this was manipulating him into not asking. After all, she was a "guest star" the one time she appeared, so maybe she wasn't meant to come back again. Crona didn't like to think about that, that someone else was pulling his strings yet again.
What stuck out to Crona was that both he and Maka had got a letter asking them to come back. Which was a bit unusual, especially since it was for a different time than the usual one. Crona couldn't really explain it, but whenever it was supposed to be time for a session, Crona could just…tell. Like some strange animal instinct telling him when it was time to migrate or something. He wasn't getting that feeling now, which only made the situation even more uncomfortable.
"Crona…"
Crona jumped a bit, already dreading what was going to come out of Maka's mouth. She's going to get mad at me, I just know it. She's not going to want to be here, she won't want to be near me anymore-
"Why are we here, Crona?"
Crona gulped, Maka not realizing she was starting to confirm his fears. "B-Because we were asked to…"
Maka lifted her head off of the door, turning to face Crona. "I mean, why do we have to listen to this guy? What's stopping us from just walking away now and acting like we didn't come here?"
Crona looked down, having already thought the same thing. In fact, he had tried to walk away once or twice, hoping Maka would follow him. Yet whenever his brain tried to move his legs, his body refused to respond. Soon, he felt compelled to stay, to see this through to the end, even though every other part of his mind wanted to just leave.
"…I don't know…" was all he could give as an answer.
Maka stared at Crona for a few seconds, before sighing and looking down as well. "Yeah…me neither…"
It was becoming clear to them both that they felt the same way. Neither of them particularly wanted to be there, but some part of them felt that they had to be. Like the old saying went: "It's a dirty job, but someone has to do it."
Maka just wished it wasn't them.
"I really, really don't want to be here, Crona…" she muttered. "Not after last time…"
Crona looked up, hands up in defense. "I-I'm sure it won't be that bad!"
Maka looked up as well, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. Crona flushed slightly, looking away.
"Well…nothing that bad…involving us…"
Maka simply turned back to the doors, placing a hand on one of them. "Let's just do this so we can go home…"
Crona nodded slightly, turning and placing his hand on the other door. The two pushed the doors forward, stepping into the theater and heading down the stairs.
Crona looked around at the theater that had become so familiar for him. His mind drifted back to that first day, and the two that he'd met. He remembered that he was told that he never would've met them if he hadn't come, so the antics that went on weren't all bad. He liked to think that he had made a couple of friends, and they certainly treated him as such. Though there was that constant worry that they were just showing pity…
"Hey!" Again, Maka jolted Crona out of his thoughts, as they had reached the bottom of the stairs to find nothing but empty seats. "Where are they?"
Crona frowned, getting more and more suspicious of the situation. Usually he was the first to arrive (save for last time), so it wasn't surprising that no one was there. Or rather, it wouldn't be, except Crona knew it was later in the day than when he usually arrived. This didn't do his mood any favours.
He then noticed Maka staring blankly at the large movie screen, jaw hanging open. Crona looked at the blank white sheet, not seeing anything wrong with it. It was in the exact same position it was last time, hiding the camera that Crona knew firsthand was there. He didn't really see any problem that would cause Maka's reaction.
Then he remembered what happened last time she was there, and it all became clear. "Oh…um…r-right, th-they fixed it while we were gone…"
Maka turned to Crona. "They didn't just fix it, Crona! It was like nothing ever happened to it! I mean…you can't just repair damage like that!"
Crona looked away, already clutching onto his arm. "Y-Yeah…I know…"
Maka blinked, then moved closer to Crona, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Hey. Look at me."
Crona slowly turned his head to face Maka, who gave him a reassuring smile.
"I'm not mad at you, Crona. Far from it. Honestly, a little destroyed property is the least that person should've got after what happened. In fact, I'm actually impressed by what you did."
Crona blinked, face flushing slightly. "Y-You…you are?"
Maka grinned. "Yep!" She then held up her thumb and finger a few millimeters apart from each other. "But juuuuuust a little bit. So don't let it get to your head now."
Crona gave a slight laugh as Maka giggled. God, I love listening to her laugh… Crona thought, face flushing more. He then noticed the letter on the table. There was always a letter there, telling them what story they'd have to read and how to prepare.
The difference was that this one was actually addressed to the two of them.
Crona frowned as he picked up the letter. Once again suspicious, he ripped the envelope open, Maka leaning over as they both read.
I suppose you're wondering why I've called you both here today.
First, let me start by apologizing to you, Maka Albarn, for what you went through the last time you were here. I don't blame you at all for not wanting to return, but I'm afraid I need your help again. Both of you.
You may have noticed that you are the only ones here today. I've left the other two out of this as this has nothing to do with the main series. Consider this something of a spinoff, focusing only on stories from your world.
I know you don't want to have to go through this again, but like it or not, you are the best ones for the job. Going over a story from the perspectives of those from the fandom it's based on will give these writers the kick in the pants that they need. You two are already involved, so you will be the ones to do this.
However, Maka, I must now give you the same warning I gave to Crona the last time he was here: What happened to you will happen again. I will say no more on the matter until such a time.
I wish you both the best of luck. Your story today is called Turning Red by one SapphireWaters69.
Crona could tell Maka was already tensing up after they were done reading the letter. He was already familiar with the warning about a repeat of "the event", but the other two were there at the time, meaning it could happen to either one of them. He and Maka had already experienced it.
Which meant that their friends from their world were next.
Maka marched over to one of the seats near the end of the row and sat down, Crona following her and sitting on her right. Maka glared at the screen for a few moments, before turning to look at Crona.
"He makes it sound like we have a choice…" she said. "But…we really don't…do we?"
Crona didn't have an answer. So, instead, he reached over and gently grabbed her gloved hand, giving it a slight, comforting squeeze. Maka returned the gesture, and soon, the two faced forward, and the story began.
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Chapter 1
Crona: No author's notes? That's a first…
Maka: I'm not complaining. We'll be done a lot faster this way.
I saw her walk in.
Maka: And here we go with the POV writing again…
She seemed really nice and she was really pretty too. This was Maka's sister.
Maka: Whoa whoa, what? I do not have a sister! Half-sister, maybe, but definitely not a sister!
Crona: You have a half-sister…?
Maka: Maybe. Probably. You have met my father, after all.
Crona: …point…
Even though she seemed nice I had trouble handling new people, even though I was getting better at it.
Maka: …oh no.
Crona: …so it's me this time, huh? Great…
First she went up and hugged Maka. Then she went to Soul, Kid, Black Star, the twins, and Tsubaki since she knew them.
Crona: Wait, how would I know that? This is supposed to be my first time meeting her. I'd be more likely to wonder who this person was and why she was clinging to my friends.
Then she came to me.
"Hi, my name is Mai. What's yours?" I look at her and then crawl into my corner of the room.
Maka: OK, he would not just automatically-
Crona: Actually, in her case, I probably would…
Maka: …really?
Crona: W-Well, I just have the feeling I'd notice a Sue if I saw one…and she is most definitely one…
"I'm sorry, his name is Crona. He is our new student at DWMA." Maka says for me. Maka then comes over to me. "It's okay she is really nice and easy to open up to. She is shy too,
Maka: Oh yeah, she seemed real shy earlier.
you two would make friends easily.
Crona: Based on what? That we're both "shy"? In that case, we'd be more likely to stay away from each other…
Please talk to her. She may look like she is fine with you being like this towards her but she really is very sad on the inside. She doesn't like people not liking her."
Maka: Well, her life must suck pretty hard, then.
She said where only I could hear her. I then walked over to Mai and shook her hand.
"Hi, I'm Crona. I'm new at the DWMA. I'd like to be friends, can we try that?" I say.
Crona: …so should we think up names for our other selves already?
Maka: You can if you like. If my guess is correct, I won't be in this one all that much.
Crona: Lucky…
She smiles warmly at me. "Yeah, I'd love to try that. Starting now we are officialy friends."
Crona: I can hardly contain my excitement…
I smile at that and then we started the welcome home party.
I found out later that she was half weapon half meister.
Maka: Wait, what? How can you be half weapon and half meister? First of all, meister is a job. It's not a sub-division of humanity or anything. Second, how can you be "half-weapon"?
Crona: Anime…?
Maka: Oh, you mean the same one that almost killed you off? Yeah, like I'm going to trust that.
Crona: …*blushes*
She was half Japanese fighting fan.
Maka: Unless it's one of those bladed fans like Kitana has, I'm not impressed.
She was kicked out of the DWMA because she was accused of helping a witch but she recently was found innocent.
Crona: That sounds like an excuse for token angst…
She turned out to be really nice. By the end of the night we were best friends.
Crona: …now I feel like I'm betraying my real friends…
Maka: *reaches over, hugs Crona*
When we were finished with the party I was kind of sad.
"Do you want me to walk you home?" She asked me. I shook my head.
"It's okay. I'll be fine. See you later I hope." I smiled and we went our seperate ways.
Crona: Afterwards, I made sure I bought a lock for my door.
On the way home Eruka popped up in her frog form.
"Crona! Medusa has a new task for you," She starts
Crona: *twitch*
Maka: Crona, it's alright! She's dead!
Crona: I know, I know…I just need a minute…
*Maka hugs Crona again, who takes a deep, calming breath*
Crona: …OK. I'm OK.
Maka: You sure?
Crona: Yeah…let's hurry up and finish this…
"No. I won't do it." I say looking down.
"Oh, Lady Medusa won't be happy. Are you sure, Cro..." She started but was cut off.
"Didn't you hear him? He doesn't want to help her so why don't you leave him alone, Kay?" A familiar voice said. I turned around to see Mai.
Maka: …oh you have got to be kidding me.
"Mai!" I say excitedly.
"Hi Crona." She replies. When Eruka fails to leave, Mai takes out her weapon.
Crona: I thought she was a weapon…
Maka: Would you really be surprised if she had one too?
Crona: I'd be surprised that someone joined with her to begin with…
"Hey, hey! Don't go beating me up! I'm only a messanger!" She croaks and starts to hop away.
Crona: You know…I feel sorry for Eruka, knowing what I know…
Maka: Yeah, she doesn't seem so bad…and we were a bit rough with her when we captured her…
I look at Mai.
"I'm sorry Crona. I know you told me you'd be okay, but I just had this feeling in the pit of my stomach. I'm sorry" Mai says. She starts to cry and looks down.
Maka: Ugh.
Crona: I agree…
"No it's okay Mai. I'm glad you did. I wouldn't know how to handle this type os situation. Thank you very much!" I say to her. She continues to cry so I walk to her. I put my arms around her and just hold her there for a while.
Crona: …and now I feel dirty…
She finaly looks up at me.
"Thank you." She whispers. She then smiles.
"Um, I know this is awkward, but um would you just like to stay with me for the night?
Crona: AGH!
Maka: I swear, if that's what she means, I'm cutting her heart out with a spoon!
It's getting late and I'd be worried about you if you left by your self to get back home." She looks at me confusidly.
Maka: Wait…that was him?
Crona: …AUGH!
"You don't have to if you don't want," She outs her finger to my lips.
"Shh, I'd love to." She smiles and we head off.
Crona: Gonna be sick…definitely gonna be sick…
When we were half way from my home I asked, "Mai, are you okay?" She looked sad for some reason.
"It's nothi..." She then fell on the ground.
Maka: Oh, great, token drama…
"Mai! Mai, what happened?" "It's nothing, I'm okay. I just got a little dizzy. I'll be fine." She then got up.
Maka: "And I'll never explain why because the author's too stupid to come up with a reason!"
"Are you sure? Is there anything I can do to help?" I ask frantically.
"Could you help me get back to your place?"I knew she just meant to help her walk,but even though I was weak I picked her up and started carrying her. It was actually kind of easy. She was as light as a feather.
Crona: *groan*
Maka: Considering I just realized where this is going, I don't blame you for feeling the way you do…
We made it back to my room and I lyed her on the bed.
Crona: …is it sad that what snaps me out of my sick feeling is a grammar error?
She had already fallen asleep on the way here. I grabbed one of the pillows of the bed and layed on the floor. I lie there for a while just thinking. I thought about why I was I was put othis planet if the only thing I can do is be a burden? I don't like being a burden but
I just can't defend myself without Ragnarok.
Crona: …no comment.
Maka: …*hugs Crona*
"Crona, what time is it?" I jump then remember Mai was here.
"Umm, I don't know and I don't think there is a clock in here but judging by the sun, I'd guess about 5 or 6 in the morning. Probably closeer to six. Why?" I ask.
Maka: Huh. That's some pretty cool time-telling powers there, Crona.
"Well today is a school day isn't it?" She asks.
"No today is Sunday. You are really out of it aren't you?" I ask playfully.
Crona: P-p-p-p-p-p…PUAGH!
"Just a little bit." She giggles. We both laugh a while then everything gets silent.
"Mai," She looks up. "Why was I born Mai?" She looks at me then gets up and sits by me.
"Because you might change someones life some day. You've already changed mine. You gave me a real friend." She puts her fore head against mine.
Crona: *shudders*
Maka: I'm about to put my forehead against a wall very hard if this continues…
"You're special 't let anyone tell you otherwise, kay?" I look down and nod. "Good! Now do you want to come visit my house?" I look up at her and smile. "Okay lets go!"
Maka: Let's just assume you're going there so you know what to burn to the ground later.
Crona: Y-Yeah…that works…
She grabs my arm and starts running. "We're almost there!" She says to me.
"I'm surprised you don't live with Maka. Why is that?" She stops dead in her tracks the she starts a mixture of laughing and crying.
"When I was accused of helping a witch, Maka didn't believe me when I said I didn't. No one believed me. She is trying toget me to move in with her again, but I didn't want to. I have spent some of the best times here."
Crona: Th-That can't be true! Maka wouldn't just leave someone like that! Especially not someone who's supposedly her sister!
Maka: I dunno…some random stranger claiming to be related to me is actually more suspicious in my eyes…
Crona: …Maka, you're not really helping my case here…
She explained while walking. She then pointed to a small cottage. "This is my house. It's nothing special." I stood in awe.
"It's amazing!" I exclaim.
Crona: …I bet Maka's apartment is nicer…
She runs to the door and pops a key in the slot. She then throws the door open. I walk in and stare in awe again. Then I fall to the ground. Something wet hit my face. I start laughing.
Crona: …why am I laughing when there's something wet in my face? I don't even know what the something wet is! What is wrong with me? …besides the obvious?
"Keelie! Get off him!" Mai commands. I then see a medium sized ginger dog backing up.
Maka: Oh. Bleh.
Crona: You don't like dogs, Maka…?
Maka: Eh, not really. Though one would be useful to have around for when Blair gets out of hand…
"Good Keelie." The dog then runs to Mai ad gives her doggie kisses.
"Aww, shes cute." I exclaim.
"I know, I got her once I moved because I was lonely.I'm sorry she tackled like that, but it means she likes you."
Maka: Ugh. I think I'm actually getting diabetes from all the fake sugary sweetness of this fic…
She smiled. I smile back then she gives me a tour. We then get to a room with a single bed and a dresser. "And finally this is your room."
"What?" I say confused. She smiles.
Crona: …why are you just standing there? RUN!
Maka: I am sufficiently creeped out right now…
" Well your room at the DWMA is just creepy. You shouldn't be living there. If you haven't noticed there is mold growing on the walls in there. While you were sleeping I went ad talked to Shinigami-Sama. He said it was here you are this is where you'll be living from now on. You can go ahead and check the room out, I'm gonna go make breakfast okay?"
Maka: …you know, I've been wondering, why do you still stay there?
Crona: I dunno…it's just something I'm used to, I guess…
Maka: Well, then I'll just convince Soul to make another key for our apartment and you can start "getting used to that", OK?
Crona: Yeahbuwhayouhuh?
Maka: …I mean to make visiting easier, Crona.
Crona: Oh…right…I-I knew that…*blushes*
"I can't do this Mai. I don't want to be a burden on you." I say. I felt like I was going to cry.
Crona: …I don't cry that easily…do I?
Maka: No, you don't. This is just the author's fault for being terrible and using a character.
"You won't be. I like you Crona, you're really nice nd there is no way you could ever be a burden." She says. She then walks off.
I explore the room for a while. I find a closet, a desk, and a half bathroom. I can't believe she was doing this. Why was she being so nice to me?
Ragnarok: Because she's going to rape you in your sleep, that's why!
Maka: Oh, hey Ragnarok. Haven't seen you in a while.
Ragnarok: I'm getting sick and tired of this shit, flat-chest! I don't care that you two are friends or anything, but you just won't leave us alone! So I'm hiding in Crona until you can give us a break!
Maka: …so, library after this, Crona?
Crona: Mhm.
Ragnarok: Hate all of you!
I soon go downstairs. I smell a sweet aroma.
"Crona,hi! I hope you like pancakes! How do you like the room?" I look down and start crying.
Crona: …excuse me a second…*walks off-screen*
Maka: Crona! Look, we're almost done, and it really isn't-…Crona, where'd you get that block of wood?
Crona: *walks back into frame* Good question…but more importantly…*hits head with block of wood repeatedly*
Maka: …can I have a turn with that?
Crona: *sits down, handing Maka the block* Sure…
Maka: Thank you. *starts hitting head with block*
Crona: They really should just install those trays already…
"Crona! What's wrong? "Why are you being so nice to me? No ones ever this nice to me? Not even Maka.
Crona: That is the worst lie I've ever heard! Maka is the nicest person I've ever met! You…I don't even know who you are! You're just some weird stalker person and I really don't know how to deal with that!
Why? I don't know how to deal with this." She rushes over to me. She then wraps her arms around me.
Crona: And most importantly, I do not want this random stranger hugging me!
"Because I like you Crona. You're the first real friend I've had. All my other friends ditched me when they thought I helped a witch. I really do like you Crona." I look at her and smile. She returns the smile, then I say,
"I've never had pancakes. Are they good?" Mai giggles.
Maka: …she made the pancakes, but she never had them? That's just…dumb. Like, really dumb. So dumb I can't even think of anything clever to say about it.
"Yes they're very good." We then sit down and have breakfast.
"Thank you Mai." I whisper.
Crona: For mentally scarring me even more than I already am…that's a feat worth mentioning…
I could end this here.
Both: YES!
But I might not.
Both: NO!
Review and tell me if I should or not. It is fun reading your reviews I hope you will review! :) ~~~SaphhireWaters69~~~
Maka: Here's my review: You are the creepiest thing I've ever seen and I had to fight a pedophile. I sincerely hope you shrivel up and die, alone, in a sewer. Signed, Maka Albarn.
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Maka sighed as the story came to an end. Crona had been right, it wasn't as bad as before. Not for her, anyway. She could see herself getting through more of these.
Of course, she was instantly worried when she saw that Crona was out of his seat, shaking while staring at the screen.
"What is wrong with you, lady?" he shouted. "You think you can just invade my life and push my best friend away? That's not endearing or anything, that's disturbing! And why, because you like me or something? Because you have a crush on me?"
Crona's hands were on his head, his face showing an expression of utmost stress. "Why in the world would you? I've killed countless people and taken their souls, all because my psycho mother convinced me to through years and years of torture and mind-warping! I literally have another person inside me, who is a manifestation of my black blood, which, in case you didn't know, isn't normal! I have to constantly make sure I don't go crazy and start killing people again, and I have no idea how the world works at all! I would make a terrible boyfriend!"
Crona collapsed back in his chair, breathing heavily after the long spiel. He then slowly put his face in his hands, trying to calm himself down.
And I just realized that I sound like a bad OC…this day just can't get worse…
He then felt a slight tap on the back of his head. He looked up to see Maka looking at him, a small frown on her face.
"You forgot to mention a few things, Crona."
Crona blinked. "Wh…what?"
Maka's frown slowly turned to a smile. "You forgot to mention that you're kind. That you're gentle. That you honestly care about people. That you don't just use your friends to get what you want."
Maka's smile grew wider as she gently patted Crona's shoulder. "You ask me, those are pretty good boyfriend qualities."
The two stared at one another for a few minutes, unsure of what to say. Then the implications of Maka's words set in. Both faces began to blush furiously, causing the two to look away from one another in panic.
Did she just say that? Did she actually just say that I have good boyfriend qualities? Does that…what does that mean? Crona frantically wondered.
Idiot idiot IDIOT! Why did you say something like that? You're just making things complicated! Think before you speak, dammit! Maka thought, berating herself.
Neither of them moved for a good while, focusing more on what was said and why. Soon enough, Crona got back to his feet.
"U-Um…w-we should g-go…" he stuttered out, face still flushed.
Maka got up as well. "Y-Yeah…library, then?"
Crona nodded, causing Maka to hurry past him and start heading up the stairs. Crona quickly followed her, though he was still focused on what she said. And as they exited the room, he still couldn't get them out of his head.
She…she was just trying to comfort me…like she always does… …Right?
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OK, short to start, but I'm willing to bet I'll find worse soon enough.
So, here's two ways you guys can contribute to this.
One: Suggest a Soul Eater fanfic to review. They have to be especially bad, in any way. Poor grammar, bad spelling, ruining of characters, stupid plots, Mary Sues, etc etc. Leave your suggestion in your review, or send it to me directly.
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Updates will be sporadic, though, as I do have another fic to work on. Still, any suggestions/questions will be appreciated!
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