Author Notes: Beware, spoilers for the manga!

So the other day, I was wondering what would have happened in terms of the plot if Crona had been found and saved BEFORE Asura had been found to have been hiding on the moon? Well this is my answer- this fanfic focuses on Crona being a part of Spartoi and the events of which will take place as Shibusen's search for Asura continues. Will Crona's weird Madness connection to Asura help too? Or will it end in his destruction as Asura tries to corrupt Crona into falling into Madness once again? Along the way, Spartoi joins the newly made Drama Club in the school and they perform a play. But why does this play's plot feel so familiar to Crona? Is Asura trying to corrupt him in this way too? Or is his mind playing tricks with him? Yeah, that has to be it... right?

Only time will tell where Crona's fate ends up and if Shibusen can find Asura in time. So I hope you enjoy this story!

I do not own Soul Eater, Atsushi Okubo does.

Prologue: A special visitor

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Crona's mind couldn't process what was happening, everything happened so quick. Had he only been with Maka a few minutes ago? Had they just been reading a book together? She left and…

When did he get here?

The pink haired boy sat upright in his bed, inching away as far as he could from the pale skinned man in front of him. He sat on the edge of the bed, his scarfs hanging down and trailing across the bedroom floor. Some of his black hair was in front of his eyes, but it didn't matter as Crona knew he was still looking at him from his many other eyes. Like the ones in his hair… whose pupils were now looking straight at him.

He didn't know how to deal with so many eyes looking at him like that, staring intently as if he could see into his soul- which he wouldn't doubt. But was he staring at his soul because he wanted to eat it or…?

The anorexic man turned to Crona, and this caused the other to freeze up and not move. If he moved, what would happened to him? He knew who this man in front of him was… he remembered Maka describing it to him perfectly. It was true that Crona never saw him, but right now, he knew he was staring at that man she had told him about.

The name passed by his lips.

"A-Asura."

Hearing his name, Asura smiled, happy to be addressed by Crona. "So you know me? I'm thrilled to hear that because I know everything about you."

"H-how did you end up here? Where did you come from?" This wasn't making any sense to him, that much was true. How did the Kishin end up in his bedroom, inside of Maka and Soul's apartment? Everyone was still looking for the Kishin so, what was he doing in Crona's bedroom?

Asura looked to the side and then back to Crona. "I'm not really here, you see. I'm a product of your mind; a hallucination. But at the same time, I 'am talking to you through the Madness…" He motioned to Crona's forehead. "And I 'am curious. It appears your Madness is in a dormant state now."

The swordsman moved further away. It didn't matter if he was not getting that much distance, but even an inch was enough. Just so long as he wasn't anywhere near this man. Where was Maka? She would help him, right?

"Strange… it appears your Madness works in cycles. Sometimes you are sane. Sometimes you are insane. Maybe there is a reason for that?" He picks up the picture on Crona's nightstand. It is a picture of Maka and Crona, holding up the results of their recent test.

Maka got a 100%, obviously. Crona got an 81%, to which Maka responded that he still did a good job. Even now, he still remembered that day… Soul had helped him out with studying that night before. He was glad it had paid off. They had taken that picture to celebrate it.

But now, Asura was picking up that picture. "It's possible, that your… interactions with those around you is what is effecting your Madness. I wouldn't doubt it. You are the type of person who needs human contact. But-"

At this point, Asura ripped the picture in half, much to Crona's shock. He then crumpled up the Maka side and threw it to the floor before showing Crona his own side in the picture. "You don't need those interactions. Because in the end, with it comes fear and hurt."

He sighed before laying down the picture back on the nightstand. "Might I call these cycles you have as your 'Cycles of Lunacy'? I think it fits quite good, wouldn't you agree?"

After so many minutes of silence, Crona finally found his voice. "N-No! I'm sane now and-" But Asura put his hand up to quiet the Meister. "I don't want to hear it. Just accept it and things will be much better…"

When did he get to this point? Crona's eyes scanned the room, which had rapidly changed. There were eyes dripping like water from the ceiling. There were hands and arms crawling out from under his bed, growing in length in hopes of dragging him away. He watched as Asura smiled to him before some of the hands grabbed his legs.

"What?" He screamed as he was pulled off of his bed. Lying on the floor, the eyes from the ceiling dripped down more and some of the drops hit his face. The liquid wasn't water nor blood. It was just liquid but a type he couldn't place.

The hands grabbed more at him as they began to pull him more. But they weren't pulling him under the bed now. No, he found himself being dragging into the darkness under his floor. Where had that come from, he wasn't sure. But he was being pulled into never-ending darkness and he looked above at Asura.

He smiled down at him and waved. "Remember your cycles of Lunacy! The Madness can affect you at any time and then I will be there!"

And then, everything went black.

When Crona opened his eyes again, he once again was met with the sight of darkness. But before he could scream, his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He was in his room, lying in his bed. So that meant…

He quickly turned to look to his nightstand and saw the picture, completely untouched.

It had all just been a dream. Well, more of a nightmare but it was ok. Crona just had another bad dream like he always had.

There was no more Madness inside of him. Maka had saved him.

So why doubt it? She always did things the right way. Why else was he here now than the fact she saved him?

He gave a sigh of relief. It was still a few more hours before he had to get up, but he didn't mind turning on the lamp on his nightstand. His room was bathed in light.

Looking around, he spotted the white uniform in his closet. His Spartoi uniform, the symbol of him being in the elite group of Shibusen.

He couldn't help but flash a small smile. "Tomorrow… I can live another day with them all. I'm happy to know that and I'm happy to have been allowed that. Thank you…" He said to no one in particular.

But if one had to guess, he was most likely praying.

...Well, at least it was all just a dream, right? Or was it? Was Asura really there or was he not? What in Crona's mind is the truth and what is the false? We just will have to see!

See you next time!