Soul Eater Chronicles: Weapons of Fate Episode 1: Bonds of Friendship: My Crona!
The Shinigami Weapon Meister Vocational School or Shibusen—is made of several floors which contain the many classrooms, faculty rooms, rooms-reserved-for-special-occasions, the lobby, etc. These start from the third floor up. Below these floors are a network of passageways, and rooms. The crisscrossing passageways serve to deter any student from accidentally venturing into the lower floors which are prohibited to the general public.
"Am I alone now?" murmured the frightened Crona.
Yes. The second floor has a small area designed as living quarters which cater to guests and visitors. There is also a prison or, if you will, a dungeon. This place accommodates those which Shibusen has deemed "too-important-to-be-killed-yet". It is located at the first floor.
"Where are you?" she was curled up at "Mr. Corner"
Due to unfortunate circumstances, Crona was still living in one of these guest houses which can be quite uncomfortable at night. The cold stone walls that surround her seem to move closer each time she looks around. The iron platform which she calls a "bed" did not have anything that came close to a comfy mattress or even a fluffy pillow. The piece of cloth she calls a "blanket" was nothing more than a piece of an old flour sack.
During the day, the heat can be intolerable. The Panting Sun's rays would enter her room unchallenged since there were no curtains. The iron platform would always heat up fast and burn her skin if she didn't wake up early. If she tried staying at a corner, the cold stone walls would soon warm up and start to smell funny. Ragnarok would usually scream at her to leave because he saw that too much of the fumes made her nauseous and woozy.
In addition, there were no bathrooms anywhere on the first floor. If she had to go, she needed to run through the long corridors and up the stone steps. Then, she'd find herself on the third floor. There were no bathrooms there as well. Only students, lots of them. Unfortunately, for a person of low self-esteem, attracting attention to one's self should best be avoided. So, she'd have to walk like nothing's wrong all the way to the next staircase which is also packed with students. Afterwards, she'd walk pass several classrooms until finally reaching the ladies room.
It is important to note that there were a couple of times where she'd reach the ladies room only to find the toilets to be out-of-order. She'd usually hear some of the students gossiping about a certain someone who lost it and smashed every innocent toilet in the room just because they looked like her ex or something.
"The whole idea of such a person is preposterous!" She used to ask Marie-sama about it and that's what she'd say. Although, it was a little strange that she'd be blushing every time she said it. Maybe she knew who it was?
Speaking of bathrooms, the word "bath" comes into mind. Unfortunately, there were no shower rooms anywhere within the school. Luckily for her, she had friends. More specifically, she had Maka who invited her into the apartment where there was a bathtub. There was also a shower, but that was in Soul's room. Anyway, she was welcomed to come over and take as many baths as she wanted in Maka's bathtub. There was a lot of stuff in her bathroom. From fabulous shampoos to exotic soaps, she had it all. How else could she keep her soft, smooth skin amidst the desert heat, eh? When questioned, she'd say how her mother would send them a large box of things she bought whenever she traveled to a different place.
"Mother" that term meant a lot of things. Crona understood that being the "spawn" of a wicked witch meant that many people were less accepting of her. She was thankful to the Shinigami for being considerate of her situation. Sure, life in Shibusen was hard for her. Nevertheless, it was better than the last one, right?
Back to Shibusen, in Crona's room, she was still curled up at "Mr. Corner". It wasn't long before she heard the sound of heavy footsteps echoed across the stone corridors. Someone was running down the corridor. Curiosity got the better of her. So she got up and cautiously approached the door. The footsteps were getting louder and louder. She hesitated to grab the handle. All of a sudden, the loud footsteps stopped at her door. She controlled her breathing so that the person behind the door didn't know she was there. She moved closer to listen for any sound.
"CRONA!" the metal door violently swung open and hit her face. The blow was strong enough to knock her down.
"P-Please don't hurt me!" she whimpered, curling into a ball, and covering her face.
"Crona, I-I'm so sorry. It's gonna be okay now, I'm here for you," said a familiar voice. It was a voice she didn't expect to be hearing at this time. A soft glove touched her hand and uncovered her face.
"Maka!" There was no doubt about it. It was her scythe-wielding friend, Maka Albarn. Was this a dream? Or was it the fumes again?
"Yes, it's me," she spoke softly. The light revealed her to be real. Crona was beside herself. She hadn't realized she was crying only when Maka touched her face. Her glove absorbed the tears. Then, she removed one of her Mickey Mouse gloves and caressed Crona's face with a warm hand.
"Maka!" Crona cried once more and flung her arms around her best friend's neck. She did this so suddenly that Maka had no way to balance herself. As a result, she was pulled down and landed on her friend. No harm done. She was merely on top of her. There was nothing wrong with that, nothing at all.
Soul sighed. "These guys have a lot of catching up to do," he thought. They needed some time for themselves. However, before he could excuse himself, the metal door suddenly swung close and slammed into his face.
Author's Notes: To those who just read this, please know that this is a continuation of my previous work: "Broken Resonance". This story follows Maka, Soul, and Crona. Black Star and Death the Kid have their own separate stories entitled, "Dark Path of the Stars" and "Twilight of the Gods", respectively. Enjoy! ^_^
PS: The three stories may sometimes overlap with one another.