Hey, there. I'm back! For a while, at least. I loved writing my last singing song fic so much that I decided that I wanted to try another one. This one will be a two-parter, though, because I refuse to try to fit everything I want to happen into one part. It would be way too long, and I learned my lesson with my story I'll Be Home For Christmas (which you all should totally go read and review!). Well, anyways, enough rambling, on with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or Your Song by Elton John and used in the movie Moulin Rouge.

Dedication: this goes to anyone who has had trouble expressing themselves and found the only way to do so was through song.

It's Your Choice, Babe

By: Sally White (a.k.a. RDH)

Part I: Yours Are the Sweetest Eyes

Chrona had never been good at expressing himself. In fact, he was pretty sure that he was one of the worst at it. It saddened him sometimes, because there were certain times that he wished to express himself but found him paralyzed from fear, thus unable to do so. It frustrated him, because there was so much that he wanted to say. Especially to one certain girl. . .

Maka was always the one he found himself saying the most to. He couldn't help it; she was just so kind and open, always willing to listen to him and offer to help when she could. With just a look at him with her green gaze, he would instantly feel like everything would be alright. Her smile made him feel like he could take on the world. And when she laughed, it was like he was floating on a cloud. He truly cared for her like he had never cared for anyone before. He cared for her so much that he didn't always know how to deal with it. It was those times that he would find himself speechless.

Ragnarok constantly nagged at him to just "fess up already and tell her!" But every time he would try, his brain would go blank and his tongue would get all tied up. He wanted her to know, and gosh darn it, she deserved to know! But how was he supposed to deal with the risks that went along with telling her?

He found it especially hopeless after her and Soul got together. He could remember clearly the day he had found out. Then again, how could anyone forget the day Soul kissed her right in the middle of class? She had Maka-Chopped the albino for that, but Chrona had seen the blush on her face and the smile that she had been trying to fight down. After that day, Chrona had found that distancing himself from her seemed like the easier way to deal with his feelings.

However, he had also found that the desire to tell her just increased the longer he stayed away from her. It was eating him up inside, consuming him until he couldn't think about anything else. He had even started to lose sleep due to always thinking about it. He knew, though he was terrified, that sooner or later he was going to have to tell her. It was just a question of how to get past his fear of saying something wrong.

Then he remembered something that he had seen once in a movie (funny enough, a movie he had seen with Maka). Though he was still scared, he decided that, for once, he was going to take the plunge and just try it, just deal with it for as long as it took to get his message across.

…..

"Coming!" came Maka's voice from the other side of the door.

Chrona stood there nervously, having been the one to knock on the door of Soul and Maka's apartment. He knew that he had to do this before he lost his nerve. And he and Ragnarok had made a deal, that if Chrona got up the guts to do this tonight, the blood clot would leave him alone to do this without any interruption.

The door opened and there stood Maka, dressed in her usual red plaid skirt and an oversized gray hoodie – probably Soul's. Her ash-blonde hair was down, as opposed to her usual pigtails. She smiled when she saw that it was Chrona. "Hey! What's up? What are you doing here at," she looked inside the apartment then back at him, "8:00 at night?"

Chrona rubbed his arm, conscious now of his own jeans and blue hoodie look. "Um . . . I was wondering if, uh, you would like to . . .," he swallowed hard, "go for a walk with me, maybe." He couldn't look at her. He would lose his cool if he did and she said no.

"Sure!" she agreed happily.

Chrona's blue-gray gaze snapped up to look at her. "R-really?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Just let me tell Soul and we'll go." She went into the apartment. Chrona heard her calling to Soul and, after a few moments, she returned. "Okay, we can go now." She stepped out and closed the door of her apartment.

The two of them wandered through the city, eventually making their way to the park. Maka led the way over to a tree, looking up at it fondly. "This is where Soul and I were a few weeks ago." She turned around and pointed. "You see that bench over there?"

Chrona nodded, keeping his eyes locked on her.

"That's where he confessed to me," she said softly, a smile playing on the corners of her lips. "It made me so happy."

"Was it hard?" he blurted out, then bit his lip.

She stared at him. "Was what hard?"

"Um!" he swallowed, pushing down his panic. "Confessing, I guess."

"Well, I'm not the one who confessed," she told him, giggling softly. "But I imagine that it must have taken a lot of guts for him to confess to me." She leaned closer to the pink-haired boy. "You wanna know something?"

He nodded, staring into her eyes.

"He actually confessed to me by singing," she told him, grinning. "It was kinda corny, but it was also really sweet." She wrapped her arms around herself. "It made me really happy. I was so glad that he told me."

"Because you felt the same way?" he guessed.

"Well, that," she agreed. "But also, if someone feels that strongly for someone, doesn't that person deserve to know?"

"Yes," he said softly, ducking his head.

She looked at him. "Hmm? Chrona, are you okay?"

He bit his lip, grabbing his arm with his hand. "It's a little bit funny," he blurted out.

"What is?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.

"This, uh, feeling inside," he said. He gulped and continued, "I'm, uh, not one of those who can . . . easily hide."

"Chrona?" she asked, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

He took a deep breath and said, "Don't have much money, but, boy, if I did . . ." He pressed on, "I'd buy a – a big house!" he swallowed, "where we both could live."

He looked up at her finally, saying, "If I were a sculptor!" he stopped, "but, then again, no . . . or a man who makes potions in a traveling show." He let go of his arm and grabbed her hand that was on her shoulder, bringing it down but keeping a hold of it. He looked into her eyes and said softly, "I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do . . ."

"Chrona," Maka started to say.

Chrona closed his eyes tight and burst out singing, "My gift is my song!"

It echoed through the area. He took in a deep breath and opened his eyes, singing softly, "And this one's for you." He kept his eyes on her as he sang, "And you can tell everybody that this is your song. It may be quite simple, but now that it's done . . ."

"Hope you don't mind," he continued on, "I hope you don't mind that I put down in words," he intertwined their fingers, "how wonderful life is, now you're in the world."

Maka stared at him, shock and awe in her eyes.

He glanced away and sang, "Sat on a roof and I kicked off some moss. Some of these verses, well, they got me quite cross." He smiled at her. "But the sun's been kind as I wrote this song. It's for people like you that keep it turned on."

He led her away from the tree, singing, "So please forgive me for these things I do. See, I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue!" He smiled at her and gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her hair with his hand that didn't hold hers. "See, well, the thing is," he looked deep into her eyes, "I really love you."

She gasped, her eyes going wide.

"Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen," he sang to her.

Getting up more nerve, he led her over to the bench she had pointed out earlier. He let go of her hand and jumped onto the bench, singing with confidence, "And you can tell everybody that this is your song! It may be quite simple, but now that it's done!"

He took her hand again and sang to her, "Hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words," he pulled her up to stand in front of him on the bench, "how wonderful life is. . ."

He smiled and belted out, "Now you're in the world!" He took her into his arms and dipped her back slightly.

She was staring at him, a smile playing on the corners of her lips. "Chrona . . . that was . . . incredible! You have a really good voice!"

He blushed and brought her back up, keeping his arms around her. "Thank you." Then he let her go and got off the bench. He held a hand up to her and helped her down from the bench. He looked into her eyes, keeping a hold on her hand. "I thought that you needed to know."

She sighed and bit her lip. "So you did mean that."

He nodded.

She sighed again and looked at him sadly. "Chrona . . . I'm with Soul."

"I know," he told her, glancing away. "And it's not that I want you to leave him, because I don't! I just . . . needed to tell you."

Maka leaned over and pressed her lips to Chrona's cheek. After a few moments she pulled away. She smiled at him when he stared at her. "Thank you for telling me. It was really sweet of you." She squeezed his hand then let go. "Thank you for tonight. I need to go now." She walked past him, starting to leave.

He turned around and called out to her, "Maka, wait!" When she looked at him, he said hesitantly, "I'm good with just being friends. I don't want to lose you."

"You won't, Chrona," she told him, a half-grin on her lips.

He nodded. "Good." He swallowed. "Well, uh . . . good night, then."

"Good night," she said, then walked away, leaving him alone in the park.

Chrona looked up at the night sky. He just hoped that something wouldn't go wrong now.

…..

Soul looked up from his seat on the couch as Maka entered the apartment. "Welcome back. How was your walk?"

"It was . . . okay," she replied, closing the door behind her.

He lifted one white eyebrow. "That didn't sound very encouraging. Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine," she said, too quickly.

He gave her a look.

Maka sighed and walked over to the couch, sitting down on it beside the albino. She pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs. "I found out something . . . very interesting tonight."

"Oh?" Soul looked at her expectantly. "What is it?"

She seemed to try to sink further back into the couch. ". . .Chrona is in love with me, too."

"And?" Soul rolled his red eyes.

Her gaze snapped over to him. "Wait. You knew?"

"I'm pretty sure that everyone knows," he told her. "Just like everyone knew that I loved you before I told you. It's just you who doesn't notice these things, sweetheart." He chuckled.

"Oh," she murmured.

"So, what did you tell him?" Soul asked her.

Maka sighed. "I told him that it was really sweet of him, but I'm with you."

"So everything's fine, then," he stated, leaning back and putting his hands behind his head. "Right, Maka?"

When she didn't answer, he glanced over at her, lowering his hands. "Everything's fine . . . right?"

She swallowed. "Well . . . I . . ." She glanced over at him and waved her hands in panic at the horrified look on his face. "I love you, I do! Please don't doubt that!" She lowered her hands and looked down at the floor. "It's just . . . I had no idea that Chrona felt this way. I always thought that I was just a sister or maybe a mother-figure to him, and now that I know . . . it's just something that I've never had to think about before, and now that I am . . . I just don't know!" she burst out, burying her face in her knees. "I don't know how I feel about him, and it's just so confusing, and I don't know how to deal with it." She let out a humorless laugh. "And now I'm starting to sound like him! Geez . . ."

Soul had to swallow hard to keep back the sharp words and protests building up in his throat. He took a deep breath. "Maka. Maka, look at me." When she finally did, he continued, "It's alright, it is. I'm not mad. I understand that you don't know, that you're confused." He took her hand in his. "I love you, Maka, so much. I just want you to be happy. I could care less about myself." He took in another deep breath. "So . . . I want you to take some time to think things through. Don't be concerned about my feelings, or about Chrona's feelings. This is all about you and what will make you happy." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead. He murmured against her skin, "I'm not gonna leave you, Maka, no matter what. We'll still be partners, we'll still be close." He pulled away and looked into her eyes. "How much farther we are meant to go is entirely up to you."

She nodded. She took her hand away from him and said, "Soul . . . I need to be alone. I need to be able to think without disturbance." She looked at him, her gaze both pleading and apologetic.

He nodded slowly. "I'll call up Tsubaki and ask if it's okay if I sleep over at their place."

"I'm not kicking you out, I'm not," she said quickly.

"I know," he told her, a slight smile on his face. He reached out and ruffled her hair. "It's fine." He got up and made his way to his room. He came out a few minutes later with a bag slung over his shoulder.

Maka stood up and went over to him. She took his face in her hands and pulled him to her, pressing her lips to his. Their lips moved against each other in a dance as old as time, their tongues coming out to wrestle. When they pulled away from each other, they were both panting. "I needed that," Maka explained. "To think." She shook her head. "Good night." She went to her room and shut the door.

Soul watched her go then let out a sigh. He went into the kitchen and pulled the phone from the wall. He punched in a number and waited as it rang.

"Hello?" Tsubaki's voice came from the phone.

"Hey, Tsubaki," Soul greeted. "Hey, listen, would it be alright if I stayed over at your guys' place tonight?"

"Tsubaki, who is taking up the time you should be paying attention to your god?" a loud, obnoxious voice was heard over the phone.

"Shush, Black Star, it's Soul," Tsubaki told the assassin. "He's asking if he can stay here tonight."

"Did Maka kick him out again?" Black Star asked, then burst into laughter.

Soul growled. "No, she did not kick me out!" He sighed. "It's just . . . complicated."

"Do you want to talk about it once you're over here?" Tsubaki asked gently.

"Yeah," Soul sighed.

"Black Star, go get a mat ready for Soul," Tsubaki told the blue-haired boy.

"Alright! It'll be the best mat he's ever slept on, since it'll be made by a god!" Black Star declared.

Tsubaki sighed then said, "You can head on over, Soul."

"Thanks, Tsubaki," Soul told her, then hung up the phone. He walked over to the door of the apartment, opening it. He took one last look around, then stepped out, closing the door behind him.

…..

Never, in all her years, did Maka think that she would receive two confessions from two boys she cared about in such a short amount of time.

Never, in all his years, did Soul think that there was a chance that someone would make Maka have second thoughts about their relationship.

And never, in all his years, did Chrona even imagine that his confession would cause Maka and Soul to almost break up . . .

Maka had the power in all this, and what she decided would make or break one of the boys.

It was all just a question of how everything was going to turn out.

To Be Continued. . .

. . .don't ask! I couldn't think of who else would be good to sing the song, and it seemed like a good idea when I came up with it, and . . .! Soka fans, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! Remember, this is a two-parter, we don't yet know how things will turn out! So no giving up hope! Review and let me know what you think, okie dokie? I'll be posting the second part soon! Laters! Peace – Sally White