First chapter was kinda slow, but I'm just warming you up! Each chapter will hopefully be something worth while to read. Reviews are welcome as always (I need to know if this story is worth anything to continue.)


Chapter 2

"Hey Crona, we're home!" Maka announced as the sound of the door opening broke Crona out of her trance like thoughts.

Maka and Soul both had arms full of grocery bags which they were trying to unload onto the table and counters.

"We decided to do some shopping on the way home from class" Soul stated cooly. Ragnarok lunged at the produce in attempt to snag some food.

"Good thing you guys showed up, Crona almost killed me with this trash she tries to pass of as food. Now someone unload those bags and whip up a real lunch!" He shouted. Crona shifted her gaze, Maka notice a look of unease on her face.

"You okay Crona? How was your day?" Maka asked nicely as she took a gallon of milk from the bag to add to the fridge.

"Oh...uh...good" Crona fumbled. It wasn't a lie. As far as days go, it definatly wasn't a bad one. Soul raised an eyebrow.

Sensing that Crona was uncomfortable, Maka knew not to pry for now and left it at that.

"Well good" Maka chirped, handing a loaf of bread to Soul to put away. The kitchen sat in a silence for a moment. Ragnorak looked around and saw noone was jumping to make him a new meal and grew bored, he huffed and merged back into Cronas back.

Crona was thankful that was not as relentless as usual today. Soul and Maka finished putting away everything and Soul went to the living room to watch TV.

"How was class?" Crona asked, trying to make small talk.

"Oh, same as usual. We're attempting to learn more Death Scythe techniques to make Soul as strong as possible for when Lord Death needs him for serious stuff" Maka explained. She popped some bread in the toaster then slid out a chair out to sit at the table with Crona.

"Its actually less stressful than trying to plan the wedding" Maka admitted sheepishly.

Crona gave a confused look, shouldn't a wedding be a happy event to plan?

"Stressful?" Crona inquired. Maka nodded.

"I love Soul and I can't wait for that day, but training and studying comes much more natural than trying to throw a perfect wedding ceremony and reception you know?" She explained.

"I've never seen a wedding before..." Crona said quietly. Makas expression dropped slightly.

"I'm sorry if you felt left out of not being in the wedding" Maka said. The toaster popped out its freshly cooked toast which made Maka rise to her feet to retrieve it. The smell gentle drifted to Cronas nostrils, making her stomache crave something to eat. Hopefully the smell wouldnt attract Ragnarok to come back out.

Crona shook her head in protest. She didn't know the first thing about weddings so it was completely understandable why Maka would have her sit by a nearby table instead. Maka was aware Crona wouldnt know how to deal with being up in front of everyone.

"No no, You don't need to feel bad-" Crona assured before she was cut off.

"Hey Maka, when you two hens are done clucking about feelings and stuff how about you bring me out something to drink?" Soul shouted from the living room half jokingly. Crona saw a smile creep across Makas face as she set her plate down on the table and scurried into the living room.

"Oh I'm sorry, are your legs suddenly broken?" Crona heard her ask jokingly. Then squeals of laughter and giggling errupted. Crona leaned over a bit to see Soul in the midst of tickling and play wrestling Maka. Sounds of Maka kicking and pleading Soul to stop tickling drifted back into the kitchen where Crona sat alone.

After several moments too long, Crona realized she had been staring and snapped back into a normal seated position. She didnt have long to think about her loneiness when she felt her counterpart merge from her upper back.

"Hey, don't mind if I do!" said Ragnarok before he helped himself to the unprotected toast left by Maka. Crona quietly protested and tried to hold him back but there was no stopping him.

Crona listened as the sounds of playful banter would subside into low whispering and what sounded like soft kissing in between sentences. Maka would never even notice her small snack was missing and how could she?

She was distracted by love and had more happiness in the last five minutes than Crona had ever seen anyone else have in their lives. Crona wished she could know that happiness.

I wouldn't know how to handle that anyway. Apparently it was normal for girls, even from a young age to want to find a 'Prince Charming' of their own. I never had the luxury of wishing like that. To me, my world was understood to become a kishin at the advisement of my mother. I was an indestructible weapon, nothing more. Even now, certain days when I stand on my balcony above the city, I see couples walk hand in hand with their love and I can't wrap my mind around it.

Why would anyone want to hold hands together for so long? Isn't that uncomfortable...?

Crona doubted that she would even want to cling to someone like that. Much less that someone else would want her in that way. Crona suddenly noticed she had been leaned over the table, staring into the other room toward her friends. She quickly snapped back up to a seated position, feeling her face flush. After a moment of realizing that Maka was not immediately coming back to the kitchen, Crona quickly stood up and scurried out toward her bedroom.

"What the hell, Crona!" Ragnarok protested as he was torn from his meal.

Even if no one had seen her stare, she felt embarrassed of her curiosity and thoughts. Especially with her weapon announcing that they were exiting so abruptly. Once they reached her room, he put two and two together.

"When are you going to get over your jealousy thing?" He asked, annoyed. Crona wished him to return back into her as she ripped her curtains closed to block out what was left of the late afternoon sun. Her curtains were so thick that they blocked out any sunlight that attempted to enter the room. For some reason, even though her mother had repeatedly locked her in pitch black rooms as a child, Crona almost felt a sense of comfort in them now. Once she got over the initial shock, it was almost like she was home again. Her warped sense of what home was. The darkness would have a calming and sometimes maddening effect.

"I'm not jealous, I just-"

She then accidentally knocked over a cup of pencils that was set on the desk by the window, which added more to her frustration. She didn't want Maka to realize she had left because then she would come looking to see what was wrong. She scrambled to pick them up from the table and floor in the near complete darkness.

"I think you are. I KNOW you are. You want something for yourself, huh?" Ragnarok taunted. Crona stood up and walked to her bed. She didn't want to talk but she was becoming more and more upset. She sat down on the small comforter and swung her long legs up in front of her as he back rested against the wall.

"I don't want to be alone again" She admitted softly, hoping he would show some remorse and leave her alone if she gave an answer. That was not the case, as usual.

"Well, you better get used to it. People can't babysit you forever. You're so messed up you're lucky you'll always have me!" He said as he began tapping his knuckles roughly on her head.

"I don't want you. You make everything worse!" Crona exclaimed, grabbing a pillow and shoving her face into it. Ragnarok wasn't entirely used to Crona shooting insults back and took offense.

"You would be DEAD without me, who do you think hardens your blood when were on the verge of being killed? You can't fight, you can't stand up for yourself, hell you can hardly even TALK" He said viciously, raising his voice. Crona held her face into the pillow so he would not get the satisfaction of seeing her expression.

"Maybe it would be better that way, you being gone and all. I'm with you all the time and I can barely handle it. I would be you that Maka is counting down the days until she can ditch you and actually enjoy a life. Your own mother even knew how pathetic you are! Ya know what, I can just turn into the sword now and we can get this over with. But I bet you can't even do that right" He spat. Crona felt numb, these were not new thoughts to her, but it was different to hear someone else confirm them out loud. Especially someone who was suppose to be the other half of you. She began to curl into a tighter ball as the clutched her pillow to prevent tears from forming.

"You'd better get off your high horse and not get to comfortable with the idea that you will ever have more than me, because the truth is that you're stuck with me until the day you die" Ragnarok spat as he quickly changed form and retreated into Cronas back after his furious rant.

The room became eerily quiet now and completely dark except for the faint light of what was left of the sun coming through a sliver of exposed window. The light created a beam going across the foot of her bed. She sat in the pitch black for what seemed like eternity. She slowly began to hear the muffled talking of her friends from the other room who had not yet noticed that she had left.

She was thankful for these few moments where she could just let go and cry without someone telling her it would be okay. She loved Maka for her optimistic spirit, but she didn't want to be judged for breaking down constantly.

She heard her name mentioned in the low chatter and began to hear footsteps approach her door and quickly tried to dry her face with blankets and her sleeve. There was a light knock and the door as it was push open and Maka peered around.

"Hey Crona, you okay? You kinda disappeared and I hardly got to talk to you..." Maka said softly, resting her hand on the side of the door.

"Uh- yeah I'm fine" She said, clearing her throat to try to sound more convincing "I just don't feel very good". Which wasn't a complete lie.

"Well, do you need anything?" Maka asked, sensing that wasn't all that was wrong.

"No. I just want to lay down" She said, pulling her blankets in a cocoon around her, being sure to keep herself facing the wall instead of Maka.

"Alright then, let me know if you want to talk" Maka said as she began pulling the door shut slowly to see if Crona would change her answer.

"Okay" Crona said curtly. Maka frowned slightly and looked at the ground as she shut the door, leaving Crona in the dark. She waited until Makas footsteps faded then relaxed her grip on the comforter.

'I can't rely on Maka forever. She can't always carry the weight of my emotional problems.' Crona thought. She had never become better friends with anyone else in the group and felt slightly outcasted even when she was included. She dried her eyes. She would mend this issue on her own for the first time in her life. It couldn't be that difficult to become better friends with people she already knew.

She could laugh with them and fight along side them. She certainly didn't want to become the burden of another one of her friends though. Once her face appeared less obvious that she had been crying, she eventually emerged from her room, opening the curtains in the room for the light to be allowed back in. Even if she was sad, she didn't want to stay in her dark room forever. Even her mother would eventually let her out.

She walked out into the living room to see Soul with a selection of movies to watch, Maka entered from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn, happy to see that Crona had emerged from her room. Soul asked Crona to pick a movie, which she nervously did. She hated making decisions that would impact them, even in the smallest way. Crona felt as if she were on autopilot in her mind. She quickly picked whatever movie was in the middle, which wound up being some romantic comedy to Makas delight.

For the next two hours as the sun sank outside, they watched a generic movie where the boy realizes he loves his best friend and goes on a cooky adventure to prove that he is the right one for her. Soul and Maka sat on the couch as Crona took a spot on the floor in front of them. Maka would laugh at the similarities between the onscreen couple and her and Soul. He would agree here and there, while popping popcorn in his mouth and then throwing some at Maka.

Normally Crona didn't understand the movies. The plots were confusing or not likely to happen in real life. But after only several minutes of watching, she became entranced with the movie and found herself slightly rooting for the boy to wind up with the girl.

"Geez Crona, I don't think I've ever seen you get so into a movie" Soul noted as the credits rolled at the end. Crona blushed, she didn't say anything. She still didn't know how to respond to Soul sometimes.

"It was a good movie" Maka agreed, cleaning up the few popcorn kernels scattered around the room that Soul had tossed at her. "I have to go study for the test tomorrow then probably get some sleep" She said as she pecked Soul on the cheek and headed to her room. Soul followed her, agreeing that he was tired to but wasn't about to study because thats not cool.

As the two put the popcorn away and began locking up the door, Crona took the opportunity to discreetly swipe the DVD and excuse herself to her room. She hid the movie under her mattress until she heard her friends go to sleep. Once she saw the lights turn out in their room, she took out the plastic case and studied the couple on its cover. They looked so happy.

She inserted the movie into the computer in her room. Maka had given Crona her old room and was trying to teach her how to use the computer and phone. Crona was still confused, but she had learned enough to know that the menu will pop up when you insert a movie.

For the rest of the night, she watched the movie over and over until she passed out in the early hours of the morning.

It had been the first time she forgot to close her curtains to hid from the moon.