I appreciate all the feedback I'm getting from this story, I'd never thought it would get so much love already! This chapter should be as heartwarming is the previous ones. This one will focus on Antheia and Crona making dinner together, you know just your average mother and child bonding moment.

I'm still making plans on how the story will take on, so please be patient as it might take a while for the next chapter to be published.

Now on with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater!


Chapter 3

Bonding

The kitchen was filled with all the indigents to make dinner. Everything including the pots, pans, and every other kitchen utensils that were needed for cooking. Antheia grabbed her apron and wrapped it around her waist. She took out the main indientgent to make her dish, a big round pumpkin from the fridge.

Good thing she went to do groceries early the morning when everyone was asleep. A witch must never be in a crowded area specifically around humans. Especially when the DWMA students are in presence.

It's been 4 years since Antheia became a mother. And it's been such a wondrous journey, Crona was getting bigger, he was now able to walk and talk. He even knew how to spell his own name. Of course, she's been homeschooling him once he turned 3. Boy, was he a fast-learner.

Speaking of which, she wondered where the the little rascal was hiding.

"Crona~" Antheia sung. "Wanna help mama with dinner? I'm making your favorite, pumpkin soup!"

No word. It's almost as if the house was empty. But the nature witch knew what was really going on.

"Oh I see," she said with smirk. "Playing hide 'n seek are we? Okay, ready or not here I come!~"

Antheia check around the living room, but there was no sign. She check in Crona's room that had gothic lolita style theme to it, everything was black including the dresser, the little tea set table where his little bunny was sitting, and even the bed. She wasn't too fond of Crona having a room filled with black decors. But while shopping for furniture, he gain a liking to the antics that were in black color.

If it was what he liked, then that's all that matters. Even if it was unpleasant to her, all she cared about was Crona's happiness.

She continued to search for the small child, and went to the laundry room where she washed clothes. There she found a big pile of clothes in the basket that weren't there before.

Now she's got him.

"Hmmm, I wonder where Crona could be," Antheia played dumb while putting her hand on her chin. "Is he hiding in the washing machine? Or in the the closet? Or maybe…"

The pink-haired woman walked up to the basket of clothes and reach out for the white sheets until…

"Boo!"

Antheia let out a shriek and lost her balance as she fell back on her bottom. What spook her was a jumpscare that caught her off guard. There before her stood a small child who wore a short black dress, and a pair of black shoes. He made a goofy face with his hands, by stretching his mouth into a wide grin revealing his teeth.

"Gotcha Mama!" the child said as he sneakered.

Antheia placed hand on her heart in relief, or more likely in a near heart attack experience. He must of plan this from the start. He knew she would find him in the pile of clothes when she was gonna check the laundry room.

"Crona, you nearly gave mama a heart attack," Antheia said as she got up from the floor. "You really shouldn't scare her out of nowhere like that."

Crona's expression change from cheerful to disappointment, as he was beginning to feel remorse for what he did.

"I'm sorry mama," Crona said in shame. Antheia took notice that her son/daughter was about hit his gloomy state.

"Oh, it's okay dear," the young witch patted Crona's head. "There's no need to fret over it. You just need to be careful next time okay?"

"Okay." Crona came more at ease when he felt his mother gentle touch.

"Now, why don't we start making dinner? Today we're gonna have pumpkin soup, your favorite!"

"Yay!" Crona cheered while throwing his hands in the air. Antheia giggled once again, seeing her child smile made her smile too.

"C'mon then, let's get started,"

Antheia took Crona to the kitchen so they could prepared dinner. She chopped the pumpkin into pieces while Crona was mixing in the cream and milk. While mincing the pumpkin she was humming to herself a sweet song that she used to hum to Crona when he was a baby. She still remember that night that he said his first word.

'Mama.'

That was the first thing that came from his mouth. She saw from the corner of her eye Crona mixing the bowl with a smile on his face. It warmed her heart that he was enjoying it, there's was nothing that he love more than helping his mother make dinner. That's why whenever she had to cook, she would let Crona help out, so they can have time to bond.

However, she notice that there was something wrong with him. There were times where he would act gloomy all of a sudden. She realised that he wasn't an ordinary child, one day when they were walking home, Crona tripped and scraped his knee. When it started to bleed, the blood wasn't red but instead...black. This must of been part of Medusa's experiment. She still had no idea what the effects of the black blood contained, but whatever the case was this made her more determined to create a antidote for him as soon as possible.

She decided to shook off those horrid thoughts and continue with making dinner. Everything was going fine for awhile. That was until she saw something sprouting out of Crona's back.

"Stupid Crona! That's not how you mix it!"

What spoke to Crona was a small puppet-like being that apparently had no mouth. It obviously was Crona's blood but as a separate entity. The puppet preferred to be called Ragnarok. Even though it was part of Crona, it wasn't very nice to him. It would tease him for no reason whatsoever, of course Antheia would never allow bullying in her house.

"Ragnarok," Antheia said in frustration. "That's no way for you to talk to Crona! The way he's mixing is just fine!"

"Oh I'm sorry pinky," Ragnarok said in a cheeky tone. "If that's so, then I'll give him a pulley everytime he screws up."

The little puppet grab Crona's pink locks and began to pull on them, causing Crona to shriek in pain. That's it! Antheia in rage grab the nearest cooking pan from the counter and whack Ragnarok in the back of the head.

"That's enough Ragnarok," Antheia yelled. "Leave Crona alone!"

Ragnarok rubbed the sore spot on his head where his bump was.

"Geez," Ragnarok said in agony. "Can't you take a joke for once lady?"

The small puppet dissolve back into Crona's back, not wanting to deal with another smack over the head. It wasn't the first time he got hit with Antheia's frying pan. Next thing you know he'll suffer from massive brain damage. If he had one that is.

"Baby, are you okay?" Antheia asked rubbing her child's head.

"Y-Yeah," Crona stuttered. "I-I'm okay m-mama."

Antheia felt Crona quivered in fear as if he was cold. It was clear that Ragnorok was a bad influence on Crona, he was the manifestation of the black blood that Medusa injected in him. That could be why he bullies him, since the black blood is supposed to be a substance of pure madness.

But it's okay, she'll make sure to cure Crona from it once and for all. She will make Crona normal one day. She swore it.

Antheia notice that Crona was still trembling with tears in his eyes and snot dripping from his nose. He was still broken from Ragnarok's bullying. She bend over and kissed him on the center of his forehead. With that, the small child started to calm down and felt all his troubles melt away. He stopped trembling and became more relaxed than before.

The nature witch used her thumb to wipe the tears off her child's face. A smile formed on Crona's face.

"Do you feel better sweetheart?" Antheia asked sweetly.

"Y-Yes mama," Crona mumble a bit. "But what d-did y-you do?"

"I used a spell called 'Mother Nature's Kiss'," the young woman explain. "It allows whoever I kiss to feel calm, by erasing all the negatives in their minds and replacing them with positive things. So whenever you feel scared, mama will make all those bad thoughts disappear with one single kiss."

Antheia tap Crona's little nose in a motherly way. Crona started to get a warm fuzzy feeling inside. So this was his mother's power. She can not only manipulate nature, but also heal a person mentally. It was such an incredible power.

"Now let's finish preparing dinner shall we?" Antheia said as she continue to mince the pumpkins.

Crona nodded and went back to mixing the milk and cream.

After an hour of boiling, the soup was finally done. Antheia had Crona set the table as she served him and herself. The two of them sat down and prepared to eat. While they were enjoying their meal together, they were interrupted by a knock at the door.

Antheia got up from her seat, but not before looking back at Crona.

"Finish your food Crona, okay?" Antheia said to the purple haired child who was slurping on his soup-filled spoon.

Crona nodded as a response. The nature witch left her child for a quick second to see who was at the door. It was unusual for her to get visitors here. It would be foolish for a human to enter the vicinity of a witch. So why is someone even by her door in the first place?

She was hesitate to even touch the doorknob, knowing that it's possible that it could be a student from the academy who's planning to surprise attack her to take her soul. Her hand was trembling with fear, she felt the sweat tickling from her forehead as she was very nervous.

She crossed her fingers hoping that she was wrong before opening the door. She turned the knob and open the door slowly to make out who was at her front porch. She felt her heartbeat slow down in relief as the figure that stood before her was actually a familiar face.

"Ms. Mabaa?"