I got into Soul Eater a little while ago and wanted to write fic for it. This is not my first attempt, nor will it probably be my last. Chrona is too interesting of a character not to write about.

Alas, this story is not about Chrona. Many of the main characters will show up in it, but they are not the main focus. This should be short, no more than three chapters I think, and then I will try to finish the next chapter of Somnus. I know there are people waiting for it.

Happy reading,

-Nir

Nobody had ever asked the Sun why it laughed. That would be just like asking why it gave off light. It just did. Additionally, it was not even known if the Sun was sentient or not. It made faces and laughed and drooled when it was tired but never had it made an attempt to communicate with those it looked down upon.

Simply put, the Sun laughed because what it saw was funny. Beneath it, life had begun. That had been funny, seeing all those primitive organisms squirming around in the mud and sand, eating and breeding and changing. When the organisms grew big and smart enough and began to feel things like jealousy and hate, which led them to take from and kill each other… well, that was funny too. The Sun did not judge. To it, all efforts made by the little beings below were fleeting and hilarious.

However, there was one thing the Sun did not find funny, and that was the Moon. The Sun had the distinct impression that the Moon was not very smart and possibly a little evil. It pulled at the tides, beaching ships and whales and drowning cities, grinning and projecting its sickly, stolen light onto the misery it created. The Sun hated it.

Eclipses were always terrible to endure. The pale, ugly Moon blotted out the Sun's view, keeping it from seeing all the amusing things that were happening on the planet below. The Moon wasn't worthy of seeing those things! It had had no hand in producing that show, so why should it be allowed to enjoy it? It probably didn't even understand what it was seeing, that stupid, hateful Moon. Perverted Moon. Voyeur Moon.

Fortunately, eclipses didn't happen often and the Sun got to watch and laugh all it wanted.

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One morning, the Sun peered over the horizon and noticed that the Moon had not yet left its spot. Something down below seemed to have caught its interest enough for it to disregard the cycle that had been going on for millions of years. Whatever it was, the Sun knew it was far more deserving of looking at this interesting thing than the Moon. It approached, its red morning light turning to brighter orange, fully awakened by its anger at the Moon's impudence. The Moon noticed with a start and grinned its foolish, insincere grin at the Sun before retreating reluctantly over the planet's curve. Satisfied with itself for having put the Moon in its place, the Sun chuckled and settled into its rightful position.

It appeared that the Moon had been transfixed on what looked to be no more than a barren desert. The Sun peered closer and noticed a city built around a mountain, an oasis of life and industry. The Sun had seen it before, but then again, it had seen almost everything. The city's human inhabitants were scurrying about as usual, their heads down as if expecting to be struck at any moment. They were all so nervous and fretful that the Sun just had to laugh at them. Nothing they worried about ever mattered in the long run, and yet they insisted upon it. It was ridiculous. From what the Sun could see, the city had suffered no major damage. No storms brewed on the horizon, only its own golden light reflected on the waves and clouds.

So the Sun laughed at the humans' foolishness, at their pretty worries, laughed and laughed. And as it laughed, the Kishin's madness burrowed ever deeper into the earth and sea and air. The show the Moon had witnessed last night had been a more spectacular one than there had been in a long time. It had been full of rage and sadness and terrible wrongness, slivers of hope and smothering despair. Things were going to change, but the Sun didn't know this. It could only laugh, knowing it was above everything human and transitory, but not realizing that it was not above simple, pure madness.