Soul Eater – FanFiction – 2 Minds - 1 Story
Summary:
Crona and Ragnarök are best friends. Medusa thinks something's wrong with her only daughter and sends her to a mental asylum. Of course Ragnarök won't let her go alone and accompanies her. The only problem: only Crona can see Ragnarök.
Crona has to decide: being normal or losing your best friend?
Xxxx
Snow was falling outside of her window as she sat on her bed in the far corner of her room right next to the window. It was her favourite place in the whole house. Her room was small but comfortable.
Next to her bed was a desk with a black lamp and a few papers. Words were messily scribbled on them.
"Not Alone!"
"Don't need HELP!"
"Best Friends forever!"
She didn't remember writing those, they just appeared one day and she didn't want to move them somewhere else. God knows why.
Next to the table was her closet. Most of her clothes in it were black dresses. She really liked that colour even if everyone said that black was a contrast. She didn't care, it was her favourite colour. Black meant warmth and white meant cold.
Her gaze wandered back to the window, it was already dark outside but she watched as the snowflakes danced around in the wind near a lamppost. 'Beautiful' she thought. 'Why can't I be like them? Beautiful for only a short time and then dying when the sun comes out.' she wondered.
Crona really liked snow. She could also see her reflexion in the window. Messy rose hair, dull dark blue eyes and nearly as pale as the beautiful snow.
"What's up, kiddo?" a loud voice suddenly broke through the silence.
"Ragnarök. I see, you're back. How are you?" she asked in a rather quiet and monotone voice. There were no feelings in it, there hadn't been in a long time.
"I'm fine, kid. What about you? Still problems with the old witch?"
"Don't call her that, you know she's still my mother. Still, she hasn't had that look of hatred in her eyes for a long time now. She just looks sad whenever she sees me. How should I deal with this, Ragnarök, I can't deal with other peoples' sadness."
While I talked to Ragnarök, a friend or more a brother-figure, I was staring out the window. Sadly it had stopped snowing. I sighed and looked towards the end of my bed. Leaning against the wall with his hands behind his head, was none other than him.
He was dressed in his usual black suite with a black mask on, which had a big white X in the middle.
The funny thing about it was, that when others looked at my bed they would only see a blank space where Ragnarök was sitting.
The first time Ragnarök visited me was years back. My mother believed it was my fault that my father left us. I was all alone at that time because I didn't have any friends either. I never learned how to make friends and I couldn't even deal with children my age.
I remember the first time we met…
Flashback, a few years back…
"Mom! Mom! Where's my kitty? Have you seen her?" asked a young a young Crona, running into the kitchen with a red ribbon in her hand.
Her mother Medusa was just about to leave for a nightshift and didn't have time to search for that thing. "I don't know! Go find her yourself, she likes the attic, look there. I have to go! Bye." and with that she had left the house through the kitchen door.
Crona looked down with slumped shoulders.
"You never have time for me anymore and those were the only words you said to me today." She clenched her tiny fists and tears were about to fall, but suddenly there was a silent 'miau'.
'The attic?'
Crona swallowed her fear and took a few uncertain steps in that direction. When she reached the stairs she heard another 'miau', it seemed to be scared. 'Just like me…' Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. When Crona opened them again she screamed.
End of flashback
In front of me had sat a smaller version of Ragnarök. Back then I was shocked but today I smile every time I remember our first meeting. He had helped me find my cat and then we became friends.
Shortly after that I discovered that only I could see him. My mum would always yell at me for talking to myself and say that I'm crazy. She would send me to my room without dinner, but Ragnarök would cheer me up or make me laugh.
Through our thin walls she'd hear me laughing. She always used to take a bucket full of cold water, come into my room and pour it all over me. She didn't care that my bed would be drenched and if I got a cold the next day, because I slept on the wet covers.
I'd stopped smiling after that memory. Ragnarök sensed my uneasiness and asked me what was wrong, I simply shook my head and told him not worry about me.
"I see it's that memory again, right? You always tell me the exact same thing when you're remembering that. Don't think I don't know ya kid!"
xxxx
Time flew by quickly while talking to Ragnarök. It didn't surprise me that when I looked at the clock it was already 4 am. In the morning. I decided to at least get two hours of sleep before going to school. Sleep wasn't that necessary anyway.
"Good night, Ragnarök."
"Night kiddo."
xxxx
"Crona get up!" I opened my eyes to hear my mother shouting. "Get up and wear something nice. You've got a visitor." I stared at my ceiling confused. 'A visitor, for me, I don't know how to deal with visitors.'
As I walking down into the kitchen in my usual black long-sleeved dress, I heard Medusa talking to someone. Must be an adult judging from the deep voice.
Entering the kitchen I was met with the sight of a tall man with stiches covering his face. He wore a white lab coat and under it simple black trousers and a turtleneck Sweater.
'Everything has stiches. Who is this strange person, I can't deal with that.'
"Good morning Crona, how did you sleep?" my mother greeted me. 'How strange, she never does that.' I just nodded. "This is Dr. Stein, he will ask you a few questions, just answer truthfully and everything will be alright." I nodded once again.
"Alright, I'll leave the two of you alone. Tell me if you need anything." with that Medusa was gone.
'Great. Now I'm alone with that creep.'
"Alright Crona. Your mother is really worried about you. She told me that you rarely sleep and that you talk to yourself on a regular basis. Is that true?" Something snapped when he said 'to yourself'.
"I don't talk to myself. That would be crazy, I'm not crazy. I just talk to Ragnarök." I clamped my hands over my mouth. 'NO!' Tears were gathering in my eyes. 'This doctor…a psychiatrist?!'
"Ragnarök you say? Describe him please."
'It's too late to back up now, right?'
'It's ok kiddo, tell him. I don't care.'
'If you say so.'
"H-He's my best friend. He always cheers me up when Medusa is mean to me, we joke around sitting on my bed…" he cut me off. "You can see him, is that correct? He's not just a voice in your head?"
"Voice in my head? I'm not crazy!"
"I didn't say that, now answer the question." he told me calmly.
"He's real but he only wants me to see him. He's my only friend." I whispered the last part more to myself. Dr. Stein just nodded.
"I still think that Medusa claims not to see him just to mess with me. I don't understand that. I can't deal with that!" I don't know why but I had started crying while talking. Tears were uncontrollably flowing down my face.
"I understand." Stein said while handing me a tissue. Suddenly he grinned from ear to ear.
"Sorry to disappoint you kid, but you are crazy! No, let's call it mentally ill. Still, I can help you for sure. I'll talk to your mother and then we'll inform you about the rest, alright?" I nodded in order to leave already.
Medusa came into the kitchen once again. 'Figured she'd listen to our whole conversation.' I bolted through the door and into my room. I looked around frantically only to find Ragnarök lying on my bed.
"Guess this means, we're going to skip school again today, huh? They think I'm bad for you, don't they? That you're crazy…"
"I'm not crazy! You're my best friend. They just don't understand." I gave him one of my rare smiles.
"Alright, kiddo."
"They won't separate us, I promise. Best friends, right?"
"Best friends." We shook hands before I hugged him. "I won't lose you."
xxxx
The next day Medusa told me that I was to stay at a mental asylum for a few weeks. She told me it was for children my age. They would help me she said…but I still didn't understand what was wrong.
Was it this bad to have a friend? How am I going to deal with that?
xxxx
It was Friday and as of today I would stay at a mental asylum or my new home as Medusa called it. I had stopped calling her 'mum' long ago.
Lazily I crawled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I took a quick shower, dressed in my favourite black dress and went down to eat breakfast for the last time, for a long time, here.
Medusa was already downstairs sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee together with Dr. Stein.
They seemed to get along pretty well. As I approached them they looked up and greeted me. I just nodded, not caring about formalities. There was no point, right?
I took the empty seat next to Medusa looking at the floor. Medusa got up and placed a plate with scrambled eggs and bacon on it in front of me. I looked up stunned.
She only ever made me breakfast when something terrible happened.
'Maybe she's going to miss me after all.' But my hopes crumbled a second later as she looked at Stein, making sure he saw what a good mother she was. 'She wants to impress him, huh? Well, if I have to go you're going down with me.'
"Crona, what is it? Are you not hungry?"
"N-No, it's just…last time you made eggs was the day dad d-died…just after he ate your eggs…he…he…I'm just scared." Medusa looked shocked and a bit angry at my accusations. She also couldn't just slash out on me in front of Stein.
"I see. Well, Crona, I think it's time we go, right?" I nodded and stood up to retrieve my suitcase from my room. Medusa had packed it the night Before.
Stein was waiting outside, smoking a cigarette next to his car.
"I hope to see you again soon, Crona. Get well, alright? I love you." and for the second time today she surprised me by giving me a hug. I nodded, not being able to deal with this.
Stein put my suitcase in the trunk of his car and opened the door for me. I got in the car as he went to talk to Medusa one last time. Then he himself got in and turned the car. I looked at my mother once more before we drove off.
To be continued…