Mr. 96 has returned to his second earliest fic! Since I was going to prom in about a week or two, I thought it might be prudent to try my hand at writing a dance fic! This is a two-parter, so expect the conclusion some time over the weekend!
Dear Crona,
We would be most excited if you were to attend our Death Weapon Dance night, three days from now.
The time is at 7:00, and the location is the school itself—the same room as we were in on the night that you attacked us.
With our sincere regards,
The DWMA Staff—Lord Death, Death Scythes Spirit, Azusa, Marie, and Justin, and Faculty Meisters Franken Stein and Sid.
(P.S. – Due to fights breaking out during last year's dance, everyone attending must have someone of the opposite gender accompanying them.)
Crona crumpled up the paper, getting nervous. There was no way he could go—the only person he could think of going with was Maka, and he heard she was already going with Soul—and he didn't want to, either. He didn't know how to deal with dancing! "Hey, Crona," Kid shouted, "Did you get an invitation to the dance?" Crona jumped in shock. He slowly looked at Kid. "Y-yeah, but I'm not coming," he said, stuttering, "I-I don't have anyone to go with."
"Well, then, I may have a solution to that!" Kid said, "You see, I was going to ask Liz to the dance, because she pays more attention to symmetry than Patty, but she said she'd only go with me if I found someone for Patty to go with, and I said, 'Of course I will! In fact, I also wanted to find someone for Patty! It wouldn't be symmetrical if just the two of us went!' So, long story short, why don't you go with Patty? You've got my blessing."
"B-but….I don't know how to deal with her," Crona said, blushing. Of course he admired Patty—after all, she was everything he wasn't—a girl who just radiated a positive attitude—but she frightened him, to say the least. "Okay, then, it's settled!" Kid said. "Patty!" he called, "I found someone for you!"
Patty came running down the hall. "Yaaaay!" she sang, "Kid-kun found me a date!" She latched onto Crona's back, pulling his hair, "Why do you have pink hair?" she asked, "Are you really a girl?"
"W-well, Medusa didn't really enlighten me on gender difference, so she generally just treated me like I was," Crona said, "Since even she didn't know who my dad was, and he's probably dead anyway, she just gave me her clothing. Unfortunately, that included dresses. Ragnarok said that she was trying to put me into madness by having me wear illogical clothing, but…"
"No, it's fine!" Patty sang, "You're cute!" She hugged him. "I can't wait!" Crona blushed intensely. How did this happen….? But, secretly, he was glad. Patty was someone he….it was hard to describe. She was the complete opposite of him, overly bubbly, confident, and cheerful. But something about her made him feel confident too. It was the same way with Maka and Ragnarok. But Patty made him….happy. He didn't know how to deal with that emotion, but something told him he didn't have to.