A/N: I said I will update next week but since I already have the ideas for chapter 7 and 8, I decided to make it earlier before I forget the ideas (too lazy to write them down on paper). I just needed some guide for this chapter. When I realized my idea for chapter 7 was relevant to a novel and a song that I've read and heard, I used the novel and the song as a guide. By the way, to the one who said I used Death Note reference for chapter 6, I say yes. I got the idea of shinigamis like apples from that series. I hope it's okay. ^^ Chapter 8 is supposed to be the last chapter. (8 is symmetrical!) But maybe it won't be if it turns out to be really long. I thank the person who's honest enough to tell me that she liked the previous chapter. I shall continue.

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater.


CHAPTER 7: PROMISE

The same mistakes that put you in your grave.

Small, sharp stones dug into Death the Kid's knees as he knelt at the edge of her mother's grave but good thing he was wearing his usual black pants so the stones weren't really a pain. He was sitting in seiza (kneeling on his own lower legs, with the feet under the buttocks, toes pointed backwards). He placed eight fresh red roses on top of the grave. He put each down slowly. There was no reason to hurry. He thought he was alone in the Death City's Cemetery so he felt comfortable. He looked up. It was still early morning and the weather was fine.

Kid remembered her mother's sweet smile. As the thought ran through his mind, he smiled as his eyes were closed. He then opened his eyes. He read the memorial plaque of her mother and her grave marker. He sighed as he finished reading. His eyes fell to the ground. "Mother," Kid whispered. "I promise… I'm not going to do the same mistakes that put you in your grave." A tear escaped Kid's eye but he quickly wiped it with his index finger as he glared at the stones in front of him. "I'm going to protect her with my life and make sure she's safe no matter what happens." He was referring to Crona, the second most significant woman in his life now. He wouldn't let her die like how her mother died. He visited her mother's grave two days ago and told her about Crona for the first time.

"Rise yourself up now, reaper boy," said a guy who was standing against a tall tree that looked asymmetrical. He was a few meters behind Kid. Both of them wore black outfits, but he was wearing something more modern-looking, a black hoodie and tight black jeans. His hands were in his large hoodie pockets. "There's no point staying on the dirt." Kid looked back and surprisingly saw Ragnarok. He didn't know that he wasn't alone. He stood up firmly and looked at Ragnarok. "Please leave me alone," he said. "I'm still mourning for my mother." Ragnarok stepped forward to Kid. He was forced to be nice to him after what happened because it was his fault and he needed help from him. "We all have dead to mourn but we don't have to do it so long," he replied. "Come on, Kid. Be the strong son your mother would be proud of." Kid was dumbfounded at Ragnarok's words. He smiled at him and said, "I will." He looked at the tree behind Ragnarok. He quickly faced down and covered his eyes with his hand. Ragnarok looked at him quizzically. "What's wrong with you?" he asked. Kid glared at Ragnarok who was now standing a meter away from him. His hand was now on his forehead. "How… how could you be with something that is completely asymmetrical?" he shouted. Ragnarok sweat dropped as his eyes furrowed. "You really are a sucker."

Black Star clenched his fist. "So are we just going to stick here until Crona frees herself from Asura and come back?" he said. Impatience was in his voice. Soul was sitting down on their couch with Maka in their living room. Other Spartoi members, including Black Star, were in front of them, some were sitting also and others were just standing. Maka's jaw hurt as she held her face tight to keep from crying. "No, of course not," she managed to say as she glanced at Soul. "Maka's right," said Tsubaki. "We have to save Crona." Black Star grinned. "Then what are we waiting for?" Before anyone got to reply Black Star, someone knocked on the door. "I'll get it," said Maka as she stood up and went to the door. She turned the doorknob and slowly opened the door. It was Ragnarok and Kid. They stood beside each other and glanced at Maka. Both of them had serious faces.

"Crona… how could you kill your own mother?" said a voice inside Crona. "Me-Medusa?" stammered Crona. She was surrounded by darkness. "Yes, it's me, child." Crona gasped, "No…" she said. Medusa grinned. "Yes… and you have done a very unforgivable thing to me." Crona covered her mouth with her right hand and placed her other hand on her chest as her eyes widened. "Y'you're still alive? I-I don't understand. I already killed you!" She heard her mother laughing. "Have you forgotten, my child? You've always been a part of me… And I've always been a part of you. I don't die yet if you're still alive. I'm still here." Crona closed her eyes. "This can't be… This can't be!" she shouted as her tears fell to dark floor. She quickly opened her eyes and realized it was just a bad dream. She stared at the ceiling that looked unfamiliar. She held her forehead as her head ached. "Where am I?" she said weakly. She was confused. She slowly sat on the bed that didn't belong to her and she glanced around the exquisite room.

Not even a breeze played around her neck. The window was closed. Everything about the past few days was blurry in her memory. When she saw the large glassy window of the room, she guessed it was already afternoon and she wasn't in Death City anymore. She started to feel nervous. She tried hard to remember what happened. Then it hit her. A flashback came to her mind. She and Kid kissed under the rain. When she came home in Shibusen, she and Ragnarok had a fight because he knew what she and Kid did. He got jealous and he told her that you'll get sick because she got wet. He also told her that she should never be in love with Kid because he's out of her league. This made Crona depress and so she ran away. Ragnarok was too angry to care wherever she was going. Crona went to the desert alone. She regretted what she and Kid did. "He's out of my league," she whispered many times to herself until she fell asleep as she was already alone in a big hole in the desert, sitting alone and hugging herself. When she woke up, she was already in Asura's house and she had a fever.

The door creaked as it opened. Crona felt like her blood heated up more than it was already when she turned to Asura. He came in. He was wearing a white sweater with black pants. He was holding a medicine, glass of water, a face towel and a pair of normal clothes. Crona hid held the white blanket on the bed and hid the lower part of her face. She was already trembling. "What does he want from me?" she wondered. Asura sat on the end on the bed a little far away from Crona. He placed the things he was holding on the bed. Crona watched the things on the bed then she nervously looked at Asura. Asura glanced at Crona with solemn eyes. "I'm sorry," he said gently. "I couldn't have let you just die in the desert."


Sources:

Novel- "Parvanah's Journey" by Deborah Ellis; Song- "Sweet and Low" by Augustana