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3. Making History

Students shuffled out of Sid's class, eager to get to lunch. One of the students shuffling out of the classroom was Maka Albarn, chatting with her partner, Soul. Crona walked along side them as well, but he was mostly listening in on their conversation. He couldn't follow what they were saying very well, but he was sure it had something to do with Sid's lecture.

Suddenly, a loud voice boomed across the hallway, silencing the chatter that had been echoing around the halls.

"COME ONE, COME ALL! BREAK A RECORD AND GET YOUR NAME IN THE DWMA BOOK OF FAME!" Everyone's attention snapped to the figure standing on a pile of books. It was Ox Ford, waving a clipboard around in one hand and brandishing a megaphone in the other. He spoke into the megaphone. "THE FIRST EVER DWMA BOOK OF FAME IS BEING PUBLISHED BY ME! JUST SIGN UP TO BREAK A RECORD OFF OF THIS LIST HERE-!" He waved the clipboard a bit faster. "AND GET YOUR NAME IN THE BOOK! IT'S THAT SIMPLE! YOU'LL MAKE DWMA HISTORY!"

And suddenly, there was a stampede of students heading towards Ox for the list. Reflexively, Maka grabbed on to Crona's hand so he wouldn't get dragged away by the crowd. For the most part, she was successful; they both got out of the crowd without too much damage. Soul wasn't so lucky. He was trampled and pushed around by the hoard of people, and it wasn't until much later in the day that Maka and Crona could catch up with him.

The pair held onto each others hands in a death grip. Maka scowled, glaring in the crowd's direction. "I ought to chop Ox into oblivion for causing such a ruckus!" she growled. She thought for a moment. "Screw 'ought to', I'm gonna go over there and give him a piece of my mind!" She stomped towards the crowd, a frightened Crona in tow.

The crowd departed as quickly as it arrived, and when the pair got there, there was nothing left but a dazed Ox, laying on the ground, holding several copies of his list. Even the books he was standing on had disappeared. "Hey, Ox!" Maka yelled.

The bespectacled boy snapped out of his daze and sat up. He smirked up at the girl, clenching his list a bit harder. "Oh, so the great Maka Albarn has paid a visit to lowly Ox Ford." He mocked. "You may have gotten the best grade on the big super test, but I can see you seething with envy at my sudden popularity."

Behind Maka, Crona's expression turned dangerously protective of his friend, but Maka didn't notice.

"That was several months ago, Ox. Let it go." Maka scoffed. She raised her book into the air threateningly. "What I want to know is why you're publishing a DWMA record book all of a sudden and why you decided to announce it in the halls before lunchtime instead of- oh I don't know- in the morning announcements over the P.A system!"

Ox gulped. "Well.. you see… I made a bet with Harvar, and I lost. I might have bet him double or nothing several times… So now I owe him quite a bit. If I sell these once they're printed, I'll make enough money to pay up, and turn a large profit too!" He smirked up at her.

MAKA CHOP!

"You're really an idiot, you know that?!" You're fifteen, what could you have possibly bet on to warrant nearly trampling us over!?" She yelled down to the unconscious boy's sprawled and bleeding form. "Lemme see the damn list!" She snatched it from Ox's clipboard.

She scanned the list. "Well, these aren't all stupid records, I'll give him that." A record caught her eye. "Hey Crona?"

"Y-yes, Maka?"

"Remember that hug underground? During our battle?"

Images of a younger Maka and himself flooded his head. And then her wonderful hug. He smiled contentedly. "Yeah…." He was willing to bet money that his face was flushed.

"Would that count as soul resonance?" She glanced at Crona over her list and was met with a confused stare. She explained. "It felt like soul resonance to me at least, on a much more tender scale."

Crona looked down, clutching his arm. "Well… to me it k-kinda felt like…like…" he trailed off, searching desperately for words that were not there. Try as he might, he could not put words to the absolutely wonderful sensation he felt when she hugged him. So, he gave up. "…Yeah, I guess it was soul resonance."

Maka gave a quick nod and folded up the paper. She linked arms with him. "C'mon. Let's go to lunch."

"Hey Croooooona!"

"Eh?" Crona looked up from his book to see a smiling Maka holding something behind her back. "W-what do you have there?"

"Remember that record book Ox announced several months ago?"

"…Yeah…?" Crona fidgeted on his couch. Well her couch. It was her apartment, but he came over so often, it might as well have been his couch.

Maka plopped down next to him and pulled out a big, blue, leather bound, hardcover book from behind her back. On the front were stamped the words, DWMA Book Of Fame. She handed it off to him. "Turn to page 274."

Tentatively, he flipped to the dog-eared page, and was astounded by what he found. It was a picture of him and Maka, the one from their first party together.

Best Resonance Pair: Maka and Crona

Most meisters are not able to resonate with one another without the use of a weapon. The closest anyone can come to accomplishing this feat in group resonance, but that requires weapons. The fact that the resonance between these two young meisters is so strong is astonishing to say the least, and they therefore have been awarded the title of best resonance pair.

He looked up at her. "Wha… when..?" Maka smiled proudly.

"I submitted this entry to Ox for the book. We won." She looked him in the eyes. "Crona, every weapon and meister pair in the school submitted an entry for this category. Out of all of them, we won. Do you know what that means?"

"No…"

"It means our friendship is stronger than anyone else's weapon-meister bond, in the entire school. "

He blushed. Out of everyone in the school…? Crona gave a small smile. "…Our friendship is really that strong, huh?"

"Yeah… Hey Crona?"

"Hmm?"

"Thanks for being my best friend."

"You were mine first." He reached around her and embraced her gently. Crona nuzzled into the crook of her neck. "Thanks…."

Weeee! Long one shot is long, and really doesn't have anything to do with the prompt. Oh well. I like it. Constructive criticism appreciated!