A/N: Hey everyone again! How you guys doing? Well, in this chapter, were going to see things from Makka's point of view and its going to be a little longer. Umm, anyways, Kid's point of view will be in chapter 3 and we will see why Crona is concerned of whether Kid likes her or not in this chapter. Well, enjoy. Ps: This takes place starting after Crona has left, a little before she has gone to Crona's house
"Crona!" The pigtailed meister protested. With a quick movement, Kid grabbed her arm, then gasped and grabbed the other. In a fluid motion, she turned around ready to fight and recoiled once she saw the look on his face. "It's ok," he muttered, what looked like regret playing across his golden rod eyes that told her more than they intended too. "Yeah Makka,let Crona be. *cough* it*cough* just wants to be left alone right now." Soul added- it was his turn to be damaged by the unforgiving book that tended to materialize into the pigtailed girls hand. What sounded like 'not cool' was heard somewhere in the backround. Choosing to ignore this, Makka took to thinking over the ordeal with Kid. "But, Crona's depressed enough as it is! I should go help him! Her feelings are probably hurt! And Black star get up! I didn't hit you that hard!" (In truth, she had made a dent into his head, hitting him half for being obnoxious, and half for ruining the answer that so many people wanted to know- leaving him in a sticky pool of blood that surrounded his entire body). "Well… Crona needs to get used to us at his own time- no doubt she'll get sick of being alone with Ragnarok anyway, and besides, we don't want to seem like were pressuring – uh,…" He paused, choosing to avoid the rest of the sentence, not wanting to refer to Crona as 'it'. Makka gave Kid the same glare she had given Soul earlier. "Hmm… Kid's acting a little weird- since when did he of all people care! He better not be messing with Crona's head or something or I'll-"Makka's inward thoughts were interrupted as the slender grim reaper leaned forward, a smirk on his face. "I know how you feel. It's just that Crona needs time to figure out how to deal with things on… his/her own." A wild blush appeared on her face as he whispered the comment into her ear. "Well then, fine!" she screeched, a feeling of guilt at the sensation she got etching into her voice. She pulled herself out of Kid's firm grasp. "If you guys don't care about Crona, then so be it. But I'm going to go find him! I mean…." She ran off, wishing she knew just what to call Crona. Kid sighed, Black Star twitched on the floor, and Soul wondered why Kid was so close to Makka when he had whispered into her ear, a tinge of jealousy stabbing at his heart. Slowing down once she was good and far away, Makka sighed and took in her surroundings. Here she was, back at Shibusen, where she knew that Crona lived. But maybe Kid was right- if she constantly pestered Crona like she had been doing; it might seem like they were pressuring her. But no, she couldn't listen to Kid… after all he was the one that… anyhow, she just hoped that Crona would understand, and turned slowly back in the other direction almost cursing herself for leaving Crona with Ragnarok.
FLASH BACK~FLASH BACK~FLASH BACK It was the night of the party, the day that Kid invited everyone to his home, boasting all the while over how symmetrical the decorations were. Makka danced lightly on her toes with Soul as 'Soul mates' boomed from the radio. Once the song was over, and both weapon and meister were satisfied from the awkward dance, they broke apart blushing furiously. "Uh, yeah, I'm going to go see where Black*Star and Tsubaki went…" Soul said nervously. "O- Ok." Makka replied. She secretly wished that he would stay, but didn't dare say anything more. Once the scythe had moved out of sight, Makka's eyes rested on Crona, who was sitting in the corner while Kid hovered over her, an angry look on his face. Hmm. She thought what they are doing… Her question was answered when she came within earshot of the two. "It's just your hair! That's it! I just want to change your hair is all! I promise it won't look like a bowl, but it'll probably take only two or three days!" Kid was saying in a slight whine. He then collapsed to his knees, a look of determination on his face. He slowly looked up to stare into Crona's eyes, and then frowned. "…" Everyone waited to see what he'd do… "PWEASE, PWEASE, PWEASE, PWEASE!" Makka was just getting ready to bring down her book when Crona spoke up- "Um, I d-don't know how to deal with this…" In a look of defeat, Kid stopped and rose up from the ground. "Ok then Crona… I'm sure that you'll get sick of your silly a-symmetric style in due time. Besides, symmetry is beauty! No one would be able to resist!" Before either Makka or Crona could respond, he fluttered off, looking a little disappointed though still as though he would get to change Crona's hair soon. "M-Makka…" at the complete surprise at Kid's attitude, she almost forgot why she had come over, and snapped into reality at her name being called. "Yes… Crona?" Looking down, with embarrassment, Crona asked- "Do- do you think that Kid might… hate me…?" All of a sudden anger flared through the sandy haired meister's body- How dares he? Making Crona upset like that! Who the crap cares about symmetry anyway? "I'll be right back…" she said aloud, leaving Crona in the corner. She spotted Kid right away and began stomping in his direction. He had his back turned to the party, and before she could reach him, he headed toward the staircase of the large house. Makka followed him, choosing to stay on the quiet side- for now. As suddenly as he reached the staircase, he turned around suddenly, just as Makka jumped toward him- in a split second, the two collided into each other, Kid landing on his back, where as Makka stumbled on top of him, not having enough time to back away. No one knew this at the time, but Blackstar was hiding in the backround, to later tell Soul what happened. For a while Kid and Makka stared at each other, both trying to read each other's emotions, while at same time blushing rather hard. "Why you…" Makka nearly exploded. Kid on the other hand seemed to be paying more attention to how symmetrical her pigtails suddenly looked and leaned forward. "Makka…" He whispered, a little closer than she had earlier realized."Ugh." Makka voiced feeling a little sick. She had no idea whether or not what she had felt that day was attraction or not. After all, she had gotten the same feeling when she was close to Soul, so how could she possibly be falling for someone like *shudder* Kid? In a final attempt to sort out her feelings, she pictured herself first with Soul (as she expected, she got that that warm fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach) then Kid. As she imagined the day of the party again, she got the same feeling, yet this time it was as though something else was behind it. Something like… she couldn't place her finger on it, but she was sure that it was somewhere on the tip of her tongue. "I got an idea!" She said out loud, choosing to ignore the pestering sensation- she placed her left fist firmly into her right hand. "I'll go see Crona! And maybe get him a gift!" she ran into the direction of her home (she tended to run about randomly at times) and stood breathlessly in the hallway, scanning the living room for any sign of Soul. Soul must have been in his room, for instead she saw only a small lump of fur- Blair. She tried sneaking quietly into the room, so as not to be caught alone with the flirtatious cat. She failed- "Nya! Makka-Chan! You're back!" The cat said in a sing song voice, turning over from her position on the couch. "Nya~! I've been waiting all day for something fun to do! Soul's been holed up in his room all day for some reason!" At that she transformed back into a woman with cat ears. Makka quickly noted her bikini top that was a little too tight on her, and small panties barely covering what Makka would rather not see. No wonder Soul's confined to his room. At this thought Makka perked up a little- that must prove that she truly loved Soul more! Blair tilted her head curiously in the smaller girl's direction. "Nya~! And what is Makka-Chan thinking about?" Before Blair had said anything, Makka had not noticed the furious heat seeping along her cheeks. "I know- Nya ha! Your' thinking about Soul- aren't you! I don't blame you; he's such a cute scythe boy! He's soooo cool! Nya!" Blair smiled as though yearning to knock down the door to Soul's room. "N-no! How- Why would you" "Nya ha-ha! It's ok Makka, Blair-Chan knows all about the party and about your feelings for Kid-o kun too!" If this was meant to reassure Makka, then Blair was sadly mistaken. Instead, she succeeded in causing the young meister to blush all the more red. Not taking the hint, Blair continued- "Yep! Nya~! I was soooo bored that I couldn't help myself and ended up going through the stuff in your room when Soul-kun ran away! Then I noticed this adorable little diary," she paused to hold up a journal with a picture of Makka and her father (the picture of her father was found in an album, but was spared because of it being when her dad looked even slightly responsible holding a baby Makka while reading her a story) "and dug through some pages and had lots of fun reading about the party! I wish I was there." Again she paused, this time to pout slightly, then immediately perked back up. "So, tell me Makka- who do you think you like more- Kid or Soul? Nya~ go ahead!" There was an awkward silence, and then Makka realizing defeat sighed with the acceptance of her fate. "Fine- but don't say anything to anyone okay?" Blair nodded eager to find out what was what. "I think it may be Soul, but that feeling with Kid that I got- I just can't explain it… and I'm a little afraid that if Crona's a girl, she might like Kid- what would I do if I like Kid and just didn't know it yet- or if Kid liked me- how could I know?" Blair, who had been listening intently, gave her fingers a quick snap- "Nya! I know! We'll do three tests! The first will be to see if Crona's a boy- or a girl. The next will be to see what your true feelings are- whether you like Kid or Soul- and the last one will be to see if Crona has a love for some one! Nya~ it's perfect!" Makka couldn't help but agree with the frisky kitten. "Ok, but how?" She asked. There was a moment of silence while they thought their choices over. "Ok, well first we'll go to Crona's!" Blair started- "Oh! I was just headed there- I wanted to get him a gift!" Makka responded. "Nya! Ok good- let's make a basket, then we'll make everyone add their own little gift to it so we can figure out if Crona acts strangely when she gets a certain one!" "Great! That'll tell us if she or he likes anyone!" "Nya! And once we figure out who she or uh, he likes, we'll be able to see if she/he is a boy or a girl- (unless she/he might be a yaoi or Yuri, in which case we'll have to come up with a plan B!" "Well, we'll just have to wait and see." "Nya! And finally you Makka- Chan- we'll set you up on separate study dates with first Soul, then Kid, and we'll see who you react to better- just hide me somewhere and I'll act as your horoscope and figure out who you make the best chemistry with! Nya! I love this plan!" Makka, who had been nodding up and down rapidly stopped at this, and for a second feared that she was blushing. "O-ok, but if it turns out that I like Kid, and so does Crona… well- I'll Makka chop myself!" she said with certainty. After all, Soul was her partner, and Kid couldn't exactly have a threesome (could he) and Crona deserved to have Kid- not her.
~ It was the night of the party, the day that Kid invited everyone to his home, boasting all the while over how symmetrical the decorations were. Makka danced lightly on her toes with Soul as 'Soul mates' boomed from the radio. Once the song was over, and both weapon and meister were satisfied from the awkward dance, they broke apart blushing furiously. "Uh, yeah, I'm going to go see where Black*Star and Tsubaki went…" Soul said nervously. "O- Ok." Makka replied. She secretly wished that he would stay, but didn't dare say anything more. Once the scythe had moved out of sight, Makka's eyes rested on Crona, who was sitting in the corner while Kid hovered over her, an angry look on his face.
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A/N: Ok, well guys, that was the chapter- and since I'm afraid that I wasn't clear on what's going on-I tend to stray from the subject at times- I'll explain everything. You see, Makka isn't sure whether she likes Soul or Kid, but Crona likes Kid. In the (hmm) 4th chapter I think, I'll explain who Makka likes- or maybe somewhere in chapter 3. Anyhow, I know that it's a slight MakkaxKid, but I assure you, that it's meant to be Cronaxkid; I just forgot what my main goal in this story was. Maybe later Liz and Patty will appear, and of course Tsubaki. Makka is determined to figure out her true love where as Crona is learning how to deal like someone- stay tuned for the next episode, To see what Makka was feeling at the party, and what Kid will do, once he's alone with Makka, and what Soul will do, and also on what Crona will do! Yea! Oh! And PS: Makka is wondering why he of all people cares since her biggest fear is that Crona is a girl, and they both share the same love interest (that is, if Makka likes kid) and is still a little angry because he called Crona a-symmetric when everyone knows he hates a-symmetric things, since Crona's feelings were hurt cause she thought Kid hated her and ps: this is the best i can do about the spacing problem; ok i fixed it! it now shows the first half of the flashback, so now you dont have to be confused! but i really dont know how you professionals space it- im such a noo -_-' ehh