Hey guys! As always, thank you for the reviews.

So first lemme say: I'm sorry about how long it took me to update…*sigh* my computer got a virus, so I've been relying on the school computers…during lunch…after school….*sigh*

Also! So so so sorry about the whole yaoi mishap! I thought about putting in a warning, but that would have ruined the surprise.

*sigh* oh well...I just can't think of Chrona as a girl…oh well…

Okay…so…I'm a little sad…but that's okay! Persevere! Let's go!


SPYING ON KID AND CHRONA

"Soul! Move over!"

"Move yourself, fat-ankles!"

"I'm a big star! BIGSTAR!"

"Dammit, Black Star, keep your mouth shut!"Soul seethed at the brightly grinning loudmouth.

"How did you get involved?" Maka asked, deadpanning at the blue haired idiot.

"The real question is: What the hell are we wearing!" cried Black Star, gesturing to their black catsuits and spywear.

"We have to blend in! You should know that, Mr. Assassin!" Maka glared, blushing furiously.

"Black Star, we should be grateful that they let us tag along…." Tsuabki smiled and put a comforting hand on Black Star's shoulder.

"You know they couldn't keep me out of this! Not a BIGSTAR like me!" Black Star shouted. "HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH!"

"SHUT UP!"

'Sorry Chrona…it was impossible to keep these guys out of it…' Soul thought, sighing heavily. He fixed his gaze on the shadowy figures in the window. Nothing was going on, really. They were just reading or something. Ugh! Why was he even here? Oh yeah.

Maka wanted to come.

Soul sighed again and braced himself for a long, uncool night.

Chrona sat on his bed reading, nervously glancing at Kid between pages and words. Kid looked at Chrona after awhile, unsettled by his nervousness.

"Something wrong, Chrona?" Kid asked, closing his book.

"N-n-no, nothing!" Chrona exclaimed, putting his hands up defensively. His book fell off of his lap and slid to the floor. "U-um…" he reached down to grab it, but Kid beat him to hit.

Chrona gulped at Kid's expression. He was looking imploringly at Chrona, eyes gently, but assertively demanding an answer.

"Really?" Kid asked, voice full of skepticism.

"U-u-um…I-I-I…I um….that is…I just…." Chrona's eyes began to fill with tears. "I don't know…h-h-how t-to deal with this!" Kid extended his hand towards Chrona, but stopped just short and snapped it back to his side.

"Deal with what, Chrona?" Kid prompted, voice steady and calm. Chrona looked at Kid for a moment, but then averted his eyes.

"I don't know. Let's go to sleep," he suggested, leaning against his bed. "I'm tired."

Kid nodded and stood.

He decided against pointing out that it was only 7: 58 PM.


Kid woke to the sound of sobs. He turned in his bed and scanned the room silently.

"H-hello, Mr. Corner…h-h-how are you doing?" a small, tinny voice was muffled by something so. The voice belonged to Chrona.

Kid's eyes began to adjust to the darkness and he could make out Chrona shuddering towards the wall, crying into a pillow. Kid narrowed his eyes, unsure of what he was seeing. Then he sat up in his bed, looking at Chrona quizzically.

"Ch-Chrona?" Kid's voice came out smaller than he had intended. Chrona flinched and looked up at Kid, sniffling.

"Ah! K-Kid…I-I-I'm s-sorry! J-just go back to sleep…I'm very s-sorry that I woke you up!"Chrona looked down and frowned. Kid looked at Chrona for a few moments and then hopped off of his bed, stepping over to Chrona. Chrona was awestruck, and could do nothing but stare at Kid as he plopped down in the empty space next to him.

"What's wrong?" Kid asked, putting a hand on Chrona's shoulder. Chrona shook his head.

"Nothing," Chrona said quietly.

"Chrona?" Kid asked imploringly. He gazed quietly at the other, yellow eyes practically glowing in the dark.

"J-Just…remembering the past is all…I'm just worried…that she'll come back…again…," Chrona said, shuddering into himself.
Kid felt a shiver go down his spine. She…she…Kid didn't have to ask to know who "she" was. The she…with yellow eyes and brown-blonde hair. The she with a twisted smile and horrific curiosity. The she who almost seduced Stein. She…she…Chrona's hideous excuse for a mother. The tremors continued to run down his spine, and his grip on Chrona's shoulder tightened.

"I don't think…she'll come back…" Kid said. Chrona looked at Kid, obviously wanting to believe what he was saying. While Chrona stared at him, Kid began to feel more and more protective of his pink-haired roommate.

What right did she have? What right did she have to mess Chrona up so badly? To experiment on her own child? Look what she had reduced her own flesh and blood to. A whimpering mess of a human. Kid felt angrier and angrier with each passing moment. Finally, he grabbed Chrona's arm and wrapped his arms around the young boy (or girl, as he so believed.)

Chrona was still for a moment, guilt eating away at his intestines. They stayed still, heartbeats synchronizing, breath even and slow. Chrona smiled gently into Kid's chest and closed his sore eyes.

Before he knew it, he was asleep.


The next morning, Kid woke up before Chrona. He looked down at the pink head nestled on his chest and then at the time.

Oh. It was already past 10:00. Too late for school now. Kid reached down to wake Chrona, but stopped just short. He was distracted by Chrona's sleeping face. He looked cute.

Kid smiled, but reached down anyways.

"Chrona. Hey Chrona. Wake up. We can't sleep all day, you know," he said sternly, but he couldn't keep the smile out of his voice.

Chrona stirred gently and stretched out a bit, head brushing Kid's throat. Kid shivered happily.

"Hm?" Chrona asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"Morning, sunshine," Kid said, looking at Chrona. He was still leaned against the wall from the night before, Chrona folded inside of him.

"K-K-Kid! O-oh no, what time is it?" Chrona looked at the clock hanging on the wall and his face fell. "It's so late…"

"Whatever…hey, let's ditch. What do you say?" Kid asked, extending a hand towards Chrona.

"Ditch? I don't know how to deal with ditching so soon…" Chrona said quietly. He really did want to skip school. It felt like too much, too soon.

"Come on, it'll be fun. We can go to town and try on clothes and get ice cream and stuff," Kid smiled, the idea becoming more and more appealing to him.

"Okay…" Chrona nodded, smiling. "Let's ditch."


"Hmmm…." Maka frowned at Kid and Chrona's empty chairs. She turned to Soul.

"I wonder where they are…What do you think, Soul?"

Soul looked at Maka with disinterest. "Who cares? It's none of our business." Maka stared at Soul for a moment, leaned down to pick up a book, and promptly bashed him in the head with its spine.

"We're trying to help, remember?" Maka said lividly. Soul clutched his head in pain.

"OW! Maka, dammit! Why do we even care! It doesn't INVOLVE us!" Soul crouched over to protect himself from the inevitable second blow. When it didn't come, Soul uncovered his eyes cautiously.

Maka was gazing at her lap, clutching her book in her hands. Her face was downcast, and her eyes looked troubled.

"I think we should help…because…I don't know…Chrona…I guess I just want to help him…" Maka said. She looked at Soul from the side. "They seem like a good match, y'know?"

"No, I don't know. They'd maybe make an okay match if Chrona was a girl. But he's not, so it's not a good match at all," Soul propped his feet up on the table, frowning. "You're acting like a fujoshi."

"What's a fujoshi?" asked Maka, looking at Soul questioningly.

Soul groaned and looked at his partner, wondering if he should go ahead and tell her. "A fujoshi…is someone that…really likes yaoi…or something."

"Yaoi? What's that? Soul, are you being perverted again? Is it more of that hentai stuff? Soul, do you read "yaoi"?" Maka cocked her head to the side. Soul looked around quickly, face burning.

"No! Maka! Shut up! Shut up, shut up!"Soul buried his face in his hands. "This is why I don't tell you anything!"

"Haha! Sorry, Soul, didn't mean to embarrass you!" she said, grinning.

They sat in silence for a few moments, both of their thoughts beginning to turn towards Kid and Chrona. Where could they be? Should they go look for them?

At that moment, they both knew what to do…Let those crazy kids work this out themselves…and watch the whole thing unfold, laughing maniacally.


"A-Ah…K-Kid…are you sure I should do this?"

"Of course I am."

"But it's so frilly…"

"I know. It's cute."

"…"

Chrona held a frilly, lacy, baby pink dress in his trembling hands. He looked up at Kid's expectant face, unsure of what to do.

"Well, try it on," Kid said. "The color suits you quite well. If you like it, I'll buy it for you," he smiled. Chrona gulped. He'd worn dresses before. Medusa hadn't cared what he wore, usually giving him her old hand-me-downs, which is why everyone always thought he was a girl. But still…this was really…girly…but if Kid wanted him to wear it…

"Um…okay," Chrona said shakily. He gripped the dress tighter in his hands and walked over to the dressing room. After he drew the curtain and started disrobing he heard Kid walk over and sit down in the chair in front of the dressing area.

Without thinking, Chrona tried to unzip the pink dress Kid had picked out. However, he was incompetent with zippers…and ended up slicing his finger with it.

"Ow!" Chrona looked down at his finger, which had begun to bleed black blood. However, something was strange. He wasn't healing or anything…maybe because Rangarok wasn't out? No…something definitely seemed off… He heard Kid get out of his seat hurriedly. "Chrona? Are you okay?"

"Yes! Y-Yes! Don't come in here! Please don't come in!" Chrona cried, grabbing the curtain to stop Kid from coming inside. Kid paused. "I-I'm just having a little trouble with the dress, but it's okay…" Kid sighed and sat back down.

Chrona was shaking, terrified by the close call. If Kid had walked in, then he would have seen Chrona's too-flat chest and his…um…well…he was wearing bloomers, but regardless…he would have noticed. Chrona clutched the dress to his chest, still shaken up by the near blow in cover.

"Are you sure you're okay, Chrona?" asked Kid, standing again.

"Yeah! Positive!" replied Chrona. Chrona walked over to the curtain and stuck only his hand out to show Kid that he was indeed okay. Kid walked over and gently picked up Chrona's hand, inspecting it.

"That's right…your blood is black…wait, I have some antiseptic in my pockets….lemme check," Kid began to fish through his pockets.

"No! I don't know w-what will happen if I try to use normal stuff!" Chrona jerked his hand back, but Kid was still attached to it. So as Chrona pulled his hand into the dressing room, he brought Kid in with him.

They were silent for a few seconds as Kid was toppled over Chrona. Chrona still had the dress on his chest as a guard, but it was still an awkward situation.

"I-I'm sorry," Kid said, blushing. He stood up and turned away one hand on his cheek, the other on his hip. "Forgive me."

Chrona nodded mutely and yanked the dress over his head, hoping that Kid hadn't noticed how flat he was, or how…you know….he was…down there….

Nevermind.

Chrona grabbed the edge of Kid's pants gently. He was finished dressing up. "K-Kid?"

Kid turned and looked at Chrona, laughing softly. Chrona looked cute, as always. But a little cuter than usual. Chrona looked away, embarrassed that he was in a dress.

"Should I buy it?" Kid asked, flipping out his wallet.

"N-no, that's okay," said Chrona, fidgeting with the end of his dress. "We can just go s-somewhere else…"

"Like where?" asked Kid, cocking his head to the side, amused.

"Maybe….a carnival?" asked Chrona. Kid grinned.

"I think that's a fabulous idea," he nodded, and then he left the dressing room to let Chrona get changed back into his usual garb.

Once Chrona was finished getting dressed, Kid and Chrona got on a bus to go to the Death City Carnival. Chrona nervously tugged at the ends of his hair, remembering the time he asked Lady Medusa to take him to a carnival. She had smiled threateningly and thrown him in a dark room with circus music playing.

"Remember Chrona. You're special. You'll never be like the other children that get to go to carnivals or amusement parks. You'll always be the boy with black blood." Then she shut the door, leaving Chrona encased in blackness. Alone.

"Hey, Chrona, we're here. Let's go," said Kid, tugging on Chrona's hand. Chrona snapped out of his trance and looked up at Kid.

"A-alright," he said, and he grabbed Kid's hand. When they stepped out of the bus, Chrona swooned on his feet. The carnival was huge with looming rides and candy coated treats. Stuffed animals, cotton candy, Ferris wheels…Chrona leaned into the crook of Kid's arm, eyes damp. The smell was intoxicating, all sweetness and fluff. He thought his heart would burst.

They stood there for a few moments, taking in the chaotic scene, both enticed by the promise of spinning, laughing, and maybe throwing up.

"Come on!" Kid said, and he dragged Chrona past the shiny silver gates into the chaos.


LATER THAT NIGHT

When night came, Kid and Chrona stumbled back onto the bus, laughing and grinning hugely. Chrona's arms were full of stuffed animals that Kid had won, and Kid's arms were full of candies and other sticky sweets. Both of them were high on the reek of sugar. They tumbled into a seat, still laughing.

"Thank you for the rabbit…I…um…really like it," Chrona smiled, burying his face into the pink rabbit that Kid had won for him. Kid proudly grinned, tightening his grip around the cotton candy.

The bus started to move and the funnel cake in Kid's lap started to slide.

"Ah!" Kid exclaimed. He tried to reach into his lap to grab it, but the sugary sweets took up too much space in his arms. Chrona reached around his bunny and grabbed the funnel cake before it fell, holding it in Kid's lap.

They were both silent for a moment, not knowing what to say. Then, they simultaneously realized where Chrona's hands were placed. Yeah…in Kid's lap…a little bit too close to….nevermind.

Chrona retracted his hand and turned away, eyes shut tightly.

"Ah! Ah! I-I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Aaahh!" Chrona buried his face behind the bunny's ear.

"Um…n-no…it's okay….you know….at least th-the funnel cake is o-okay…ummmm," Kid averted his eyes, face remarkably red, glad the funnel cake hid his reaction to Chrona's touch.

They braced themselves for an awkward ride home. Chrona fidgeted with the multitude of stuffed animals that Kid had gotten for him and Kid struggled to hold onto his lunch. The ride made Chrona sleepy, but it just made Kid sick.

"Ah…" Kid moaned, clutching his stomach.

"A-Are you okay?" Chrona asked, eyes nervously darting back and forth. "Do you feel sick? Do you have to go to the restroom?" Kid shook his head. The bus gave a violent lurch and Kid clasped one hand over his mouth.

At least the ride was almost over.

Chrona was eventually lulled to sleep by the rocking of the train, contented by the softness of the animals and Kid's distinctive scent. Then it occurred to Chrona…the whole day…hadn't it been a bit like…a date? With that, he nodded up.

When he woke up, Kid was shaking him with a pale hand.

"Chrona? Chrona, we're back. Hey, Chrona!" Chrona opened his eyes, feeling sticky and gross, but warm and comfortable at the same time. It was starting to get late; he could feel it.

Chrona stood up groggily and grabbed onto Kid's hand and followed him out of the bus. He walked into the gates of DWMA and into the building, rubbing his eyes.

When they got into the building, Chrona looked up at the clock. It was past 9:30. Maka was sitting on a chair at the entrance, bouncing her leg. When she saw Kid and Chrona, she jumped up.

"Where have you been all day!" she demanded, shaking her fist. Chrona blushed and hid behind Kid.

"A-At a carnival…and a clothes store…?" Chrona cowered away from his best friend's terrifying gaze.

Kid wasn't saying anything, just focusing his eyes on the ground. Maka looked up at his face.

"Kid? Are you…okay? You don't look so good…" Kid started to sway, and then…yes…he vomited. On Maka's shoes. She squealed, mouth agape in shock.

"Ah…ah…ah….AHHHH!" she hopped around a bit, screaming. Soul burst in through the doors.

"Maka? Are you okay?" he stopped short at the mess and took in Maka's horrified face. Then he put on hand over his mouth. And started to giggle.

"Stop that, Soul! It's not funny!" she cried, hitting his arm. The two commenced arguing and Chrona struggled to keep Kid standing.

"Ummm….guys? Guys?" Chrona asked, wavering under Kid's body weight. When Soul and Maka did not stop fighting, Chrona collapsed into the chair, Kid still toppled over him.

"You always laugh at me when something bad happens! And it's NOT FUNNY!"

"Whatever! Suck it up! Like you don't laugh at my misfortunes?"

"Ugh, Soul! You are so immature!"

Chrona couldn't stay silent. He could feel Kid's warms forehead on his shoulder, feel his clamminess on his shirt. Kid was sick. And nobody was going to help him out?

Chrona call bullshit.

"SHUT UP! Look at you two, yammering away, while your FRIEND is sick! Couldn't you put your lovers' quarrels on the back burner and HELP ME GET HIM TO HIS FRIGGIN ROOM?"

Maka and Soul were silent. One heartbeat, two heartbeats. Oh. My. God. What just happened? Did they just….did Chrona just…? No…can't be…what…no! What the hell?

Maka slipped off her shoes and jumped over the pile of puke to Chrona and Kid. She took one side of Kid and they began to drag him to his room.

"Maka? What do you want me to do?" Soul called after them. Maka turned around, glaring.

"You…! You…! You clean this up!" she cried. Soul's eyes widened.

"Wait! No! Maka!"

But she was already out of earshot. Soul puts up with a lot, huh?

On the trip to the bedroom, Maka shot a guilt inducing look at Chrona.

"Are you sure about what you're doing?" she asked him.

Chrona gulped. "No…But…what else can I do?" He looked at the floor with downcast eyes.

"Chrona…" Maka said. Then Chrona looked at her apologetically.

"I'm sorry. I will tell him…just not yet…"

"It'll just get worse."

"I can't deal with this right now…can we not talk about it?" Chrona looked away, done with the conversation.

"Fine…but tell me…how was your date?" she teased.

"No! Stop! We shouldn't talk about that either! And it wasn't a date! Not really!" Chrona blushed.

"Didja kiss?" she asked, eyes narrowing knowingly.

"No! No, of course not!" Chrona said as they reached his room.

"Well…bye, I guess…" Chrona said, opening his door. He dragged Kid in, leaving Maka at the door.

"See you tomorrow!" she waved. Then she ran down the hall, barefoot.

Chrona lifted Kid onto the bed and found himself partially pinned by Kid. He smiled and curled up to Kid, covering themselves with a blanket. He tucked his head under Kid's chin, and smiled when Kid wrapped his arms around him.

"I'm sorry, Chrona," he started. "I messed it up." Chrona looked up.

"No you didn't! Don't say that!" Chrona exclaimed.

"I got sick…it was probably disgusting…I'm sorry."

"Well…despite that…it was one of the best days of my life," Chrona listened to Kid's heartbeat and even though he couldn't see it, he knew Kid was smiling.


Okay! Finally, Chapter 4! Thanks for reading! Sorry again about how long it took!
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