I do not own Soul Eater! One Shot Hurt/Friendship Thanks for reading Cor fiction…I guess.
Chrona was taking a walk in the woods by the DWMA. Ragnarok was going on about something, but Chrona was not really listening. "Hey lamebrain did you hear that?" Ragnarok suddenly asked. "Hear what?" Chrona asked. "That!" Ragnarok exclaimed. This time Chrona did hear it. It sounded like someone hitting something hard. "Probably Black*Star." Chrona suggested. "Let's go check it out." Ragnarok commanded. Chrona started towards the source of the sound. When they got there it wasn't Black*Star; it was Soul. He had his chest bear, showing off the long scar. "Is that what we did to him?" Chrona whispered, appalled. "Yep. Hey stop that! No matter how much you train you'll still suck!" Ragnarok yelled. "Ragnarok! Don't be so mean!" Chrona exclaimed. Soul looked over at them. "Hey Chrona. Did you need something?" Soul asked, walking over. "N-no! We just saw you and, um Ragnarok yelled." Chrona stuttered. He couldn't look at Soul. His eyes slid away from Soul, looked anywhere but at Soul. "You feelin' okay? You look pale…er than usual." Soul asked."Eh, um, well, I-I gotta go. See you later." Chrona fumbled over the words and turned to flee. Soul grabbed Chrona's arm. "Oy! Don't lie to me Chrona. I can tell something more is bothering you today than usual. So spill it." Soul demanded. "I-uh, well your scar!" Chrona managed to say. "What about it?" Soul asked, releasing Chrona's arm. "Uh, well, I um…" Chrona trailed off. Soul was still looking at him. "Hey idiot! Stop being a dumbass and tell him, or I will." Ragnarok threatened. "I was just wondering…um, it's our fault right? That's what, er, happened you and Maka fought me, er, us for um the first time, right?" Chrona asked. "Yeah, but don't worry about it. I kind of like it. It makes me seem even more macho than I already am. The ladies love a good scar or two." Soul grinned. "You mean Maka." Ragnarok laughed. "Shut up. Soul growled. "Oh…but it's still, um, our fault…um. I'm sorry, Soul." Chrona muttered. "Not really." Soul said. Chrona looked up. "When you really think about it, it is Medusa's fault. If not for her you wouldn't have done it." Soul said. "I-I guess." Chrona agreed hesitantly. "You know you wouldn't have, so stop worrying about it." Soul said, a little more forcibly. "Yeah. Yeah! Thanks Soul." Chrona said, his face brightening a little.
"Eh whatever. Hey Chrona, let's go find that ugly girl who can cook!" Ragnarok said. "You mean Tsubaki? How can you call her ugly?" Chrona asked. "I do because she is!" he responded. "You are such a bully, Ragnarok!" Chrona told him. Soul nodded. "Maybe we should, um, find Tsubaki though. She might make us something. She won't if you call her ugly, though, Ragnarok!" Chrona said. "Eh, whatever. She will make me food anyway." Ragnarok laughed. "Actually she'll make me food and you'll eat it anyway." Chrona muttered. Soul grinned at him, "Let's go! Let me just go get my shirt." Soul said.
I know it is kind of an odd fic, but it was in my head so I wrote it. Again please no flames they don't service anyone.