A/N: Hi! I'm so sorry for not updating soon. Anyway, let me tell you the reasons. First is because I've been busy with school (and I'll still be). Two, because I was working on Heart Without a Beat (more like I was finishing it). Three, because I've been watching anime shows (Pandora Hearts and Durarara) which I have also finished already. Last but not the least… five, because I was sick for two weeks and didn't feel like drawing or writing fanfiction. That's all. Thank you for the people who read the 1st chapter. I am so moved that you all liked it! The following chapter(s) might not be as interesting as the 1st chapter but I'll try my best! Please bear with me. I won't be using POVs now.
KuriSari: I'm glad to know you've been reading my stories. Thank you for the compliment! By the way, I love your story "Not Enough".
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater/Kuroshitsuji.
Chapter 2: The Guest Wakes Up
Darkness… Darkness surrounded me…
A pinch of light rendered from afar…
I staggered towards it 'til I grasped a wall…
My eyes met the pool of blood as I looked through the hole…
With the scalpel on her chest, mother was lifeless on the floor…
An arrow of pain shot through my heart…
I felt like my body was being torn apart…
For a moment, it seemed like my soul left me…
My throat went dry and my legs trembled exceedingly…
Two hands with stitches encompassed my mouth…
It was the scary man, no doubt…
Struggling, my screams were muffled…
He whispered "I killed her" and chuckled…
Tucked under a thick white comforter, Crona mewled in her sleep, "Mom."
The assistant cook in the Death Manor, Maka Albarn, was sitting on a stool next to the red canopy bed, holding a cream colored bowl of hot chicken soup. She quickly turned to the pinkette. "Can you hear me?" she asked for the third time that morning. Her patient finally gave a response but unfortunately, it was no near to what she expected to hear.
"Mom… don't leave me," Crona mumbled, powder blue eyes still closed and bulbous sweat rolled down on her temple.
Maka gave Crona a quizzical look. "Crona-san, I'm not your—"
"Mom!" She screamed on top of her lungs and finally opened her eyes. Her vision became clear and she begun to realize she was in an unfamiliar room. "Morning already?" she thought as she momentarily gazed at the balcony window at her far right, her eyelids drooping.
Maka pushed one hand on the bed and flashed a grin at Crona. "You're finally awake!"
"GAHHH!" Crona squealed as she kicked on the bed, scooted herself away far from Maka until she fell to the rugged floor on her butt.
Maka frowned. "You're acting like you've seen a monster." She stood up, placed the bowl of soup on the bed table and walked over to Crona who was already huddled in a corner. She was wearing a white sleeping gown. She smiled at the pinkette. "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm Maka Albarn, by the way. I'm one of the cooks here. Welcome to the Death manor. You are our guest so please relax and make yourself at home." She stooped a bit and clutched her knees as she studied Crona who only looked back at her without saying a single word. "I see you're okay now so I guess I should inform the young master. For the mean time, please do eat the soup that I prepared for you." She stood up straight, smiled one last more and turned around.
Crona placed a hand on the floor and slowly stood up as she watched Maka leave the room. "Young… master?"
The Earl of Death was already in his office, sitting on his black revolving chair, holding a newspaper with both of his hands, scrutinizing the recent news. An elegant white cup of green apple tea and a small plate of four slices of cinnamon bread were resting on top of his desk. He hadn't even touched them yet when his butler, Justin Law, came in with a pot of the same tea.
"Justin, what's the schedule for today?" Kid said with his usual solemn voice and without taking his eyes off the newspaper. The sunlight passing through the large windows behind him made him glisten.
"Lunch with your Aunt Marie, World History at 2:00 pm to 4:00 pm and piano class at 5:00 pm to 6 p.m." Justin retorted and placed the pot on Kid's desk, a smile plastered on his face.
"I see… the usual." His pupils reduced. "Wait." He pushed down the newspaper on the desk, making the tableware clatter. Justin gazed at him, secretly amused to see him startled. "Aunt Marie? Why is she coming here?"
"I'm sorry but she hasn't specified her reason. She did mention that she just simply wanted to meet you though. She probably misses you." He poured a little amount of tea to Kid's cup. Kid stared at the liquid with his head lopsidedly rested on his palm with his forearm on the table.
"Miss me or not, that shouldn't be an excuse to see me. I have no time to talk to her." He took the cup and drank it.
"Cold as always," Justin thought and smiled. "Could it be that you're afraid of something to happen if she comes, young master?" he asked calmly.
Kid looked up at him with cup still near his mouth. He gently placed it back on the table. A smirk tugged on his lips. "Not if you're going to do something about it."
Justin held his chest, closed his eyes and bowed his head slightly. "I would do anything for you, my Lord."
"Young master!" Maka shouted as she rushed into the room. Justin turned around while Kid gave Maka a quizzical look.
"What is it, Maka?"
"Our guest is finally awake!"
Kid became speechless for a second. "Th-that's great!" He stood up and walked towards Maka. "So how is she?"
"Well…" Maka averted her eyes from him. "She was sort of freaked out when she saw me but she's okay!"
Justin and Kid looked away and secretly whispered, "Who wouldn't be freaked out by you?"
"Pardon?"
"Ahaha. Nothing, nothing. Anyway…" his eyes turned serious. "She'll no longer be our guest."
"What do you mean, young master?"
Kid turned to face Justin. "Justin, this is an order. Make Crona Gorgon a maid here."
The smile on Maka's face faded and it transferred to Justin. He knelt and said, "Yes, my Lord."
(To be continued.)
A/N: Quite short, eh? But don't worry. I'll update again this week. C:
