The bus hits another bump in the road, causing Crona to squeak and jump an inch off the seat. He blushes when he sees a couple people laugh at him. For once he's happy Maka's blindfolded. It's embarrassing; he keeps doing that every time.
Crona takes a deep breath to calm down before he looks at the girl that's sitting next to him from the corner of his eyes.
Maka sits completely straight like a statue. She hasn't moved since they got on this bus a couple hours back.
She hasn't spoken. Hasn't even twitched.
Crona frowns and looks away. He's worried about her. He wants to say something to her.
But what if she's asleep? Or if she gets mad at him? She told him not to speak but…
Crona sighs.
It's eating at him. He doesn't even know where they're going. He was too scared to ask.
They have been on here a while and this trip hasn't been pleasant. With the other passengers laughing at him when he freaks out over a bump and Ragnarok complaining the whole time while pulling his hair…well this has been a bus ride of hell.
Luckily he was able to make a deal with Ragnarok by giving him all the food meant for him that Maka packed before they got on here. Now Crona is hungry and he still has a head ache from his weapon. And to make matters worse…
Crona tightens his grip on his arm as he watches some other the men on the bus look at Maka.
The swordsman doesn't appreciate all the wandering eyes.
Crona sends this one man a glare when his eyes roamed a little too low for his liking. The man notices the swordsman but just gives him a smug smile.
Crona's eye twitches, he feels his blood boil.
"Someone's getting mad."
Crona squeaks at the sudden words spoken from Maka as he looks at her with wide eyes.
The girl doesn't turn her head towards him but she's smirking.
"…W-Well some of these people are looking at you inappropriately." Crona mumbles as he looks away from her.
"Oh? You're getting mad over something you have done yourself?" The girl's smirk grows when the boy tenses.
"I-I didn't!" Crona's face turns a dark red. "A-And they're staring at you Maka!"
"So it's only ok for you to stare?" Maka leans closer so her breath can be felt on his cheek.
"I-I!" Crona's heart is beating so fast and he knows his face is ridiculously red so he hides it in his hands. "N-No...t-that's not what I meant at all!"
"You're getting so worked up about this." Maka licks her lips, the smirk ripping out on her face. "Your soul is shaking." The girl grabs his chin and turns his face so he's looking at her. "You're pretty cute boy. Your innocence is delicious." She licks his cheek, causing Crona to shiver. "Too bad I'm going to take it from you."
"Hot damn!" A man yells out watching the two with blood running from his nose.
"S-Stop looking at her you pervert!" Crona can't help his blush but he gets in front of her so that one man can't see her.
"You really don't like other's staring at her do you?" Maka leans in so her head is beside his. "Why is that?"
"I-I just don't like how they're staring at you Maka." Crona sends another glare towards some other males on the bus.
"Hmm...it seems I am attracting unwanted attention with this outfit." Maka hums as she touches her top.
"Y-Yeah maybe you should change." Crona's eyes get wide. "I-I'm not saying it doesn't look good on you! I-I just don't-"
"You don't want anyone else seeing it." Maka smirks. "But if I wore this around just you it would be ok?"
"T-That's not!" Crona blushes as he shakes his head even though he knows she can't see him.
"Calm down boy." Maka chuckles darkly. "The last thing we want is more attention so…when we stop in France we are to go shopping for some new clothes. You need some too."
"M-Me?" Crona frowns slightly. "W-Why? W-What's wrong with my robe?"
"You will be easy to spot out in that." The girl shrugs. "You're the only guy I've ever known to wear a super tight robe. So yeah."
"I-It's not...s-super tight." Crona blushes and looks away.
"Sure." She grabs his hip, trying to pinch the fabric but she can't get a grip on it. "See? I can't even get it off your skin on your hip."
"That's only because Crona's ass is too big." Ragnarok suddenly pops up, causing Crona to groan.
"R-Ragnarok I thought we had a deal." Crona whines.
"Yeah we did, two fucking hours ago. Now I'm fucking hungry again." The demon sword grabs onto Crona's hair and yanks.
"We will get something to eat in France." Maka cuts off their fighting and they both look at her surprised.
"Seriously?! Hell yeah!" Ragnarok cheers. "Let's fucking go to some place that has snails! I want to make Crona eat one!"
"L-Let's not go to a place that has snails." Crona tugs at his robe as he looks at Maka, pleadingly. "P-Please Maka?"
"No promises." Maka smirks, triggering Crona to become paler and Ragnarok to chuckle.
"So...I-I have to change clothes so I-I won't stick out to anyone from the DWMA?" Crona's gaze shifts.
"Yes but new clothes can only do so much." Maka cracks her neck. "And it may help against the DWMA but with everyone else, we are out of luck."
"Everyone else?" Crona frowns. "W-Who else would be after us?"
At that moment there's a large bump that shakes the whole bus...too great for just another speed bump.
Crona looks up at the ceiling of the bus to see the roof denting as something walks on top of it.
"What the fuck is that?" Ragnarok screeches.
"So it begins." Maka speaks blankly.
The ceiling gives way as a large beast falls down into the bus, crushing whoever was in its way. The passengers that are still alive scream and try to run for their lives but… there isn't much room for running in a bus. And this beast is massive.
Its sharp teeth glisten as it chomps its jaws on an unfortunate passenger, biting the man in half with ease.
"Ragnarok!" Crona cries in alarm at the sudden thing in front of him as he holds out his hand. His weapon doesn't make a comment as he becomes a sword in his hand.
Maka hasn't moved. Hasn't even twitched.
"You girl!" The monster roars, bits of flesh flying off its teeth everywhere. "You have the piece! Give it to me now!"
"Do you really think I would just hand it over?" Maka grunts as she stands up next to Crona. "Especially to a weak kishin egg like yourself? You must be joking."
"You fucking bitch!" Its red eyes light up as it charges towards the girl.
Crona gets in front of Maka, his eyes narrowing as he gets ready to fight this thing.
"Put your sword down." The girl puts a hand on his shoulder, her voice firm.
"W-What?" Crona blinks over at her.
"Put your sword down; don't waste your strength on him. You're going to need it." Maka shoves him out of the way with enough force to send Crona flying into a group of people. "This one is mine."
"You're cocky aren't you?! You won't be for long!" It jumps at her with its teeth open, ready to eat her.
"N-No!" Crona struggles to get back up but he knows he won't make it in time.
Maka grabs the monsters snout with one hand, stopping the two ton thing like it was nothing. "How boring." She sighs as she tightens her grip on its snout, making it to cry in pain as blood starts to drip from it. "Too bad you didn't learn your place before this. Now you're going to die." A large, evil smirk rips out on Maka's face as she grabs the monster with her other hand on its lower jaw. With swift movement she tears its lower jaw off, causing it to scream in agony as its green blood falls onto the floor.
The monster is now looking at her beseechingly. It's in so much pain but this makes her smirk grow.
"Bye bye~" Maka pulls the kishin egg closer before she punches it in the face.
The force sends it flying out of the bus, breaking the side of it so there's a large hole.
She ended up hitting a couple people with its body, making them have the same fate as the kishin egg.
"…M-Maka..." Crona's eyes are wide as he stares at the girl. The Maka he knew would have been careful not to hurt any innocent people. She wouldn't be smirking like this girl is but…
He feels Maka! This has to be her!
This has to be…
"I believe I'm done with this bus ride." Maka grunts as the smirk grows and she lifts up her foot.
Crona's eyes widen.
"M-Maka no!" He lunges towards her to stop the girl but…
She stomps down.
The force of it causes all the tires to pop. The buss starts to roll, flipping and turning against the hard road.
None of the passengers were fastened in so they're all screaming as they're thrown around. Some get thrown out the window while others are stuck between something and are being crushed.
Crona and Maka are being thrown around as well but…
The girl is laughing, cracking up as the people around them are being killed.
Crona doesn't know what to do…
The bus does one final flip.
Then it stops.
Everything goes quiet for only a moment.
The silence is broken by shrill laughter.
Maka crawls out, her chest heaving in her loud, mad laughing as she punches her way out of the rubble, moving across the blood on the floor like it's nothing.
Crona lies under some rubble, black blood coming out of his lip as he stares up at the broken ceiling above him. His mind is blank. He can't even begin to understand what just happened.
Maka…killed people.
Not evil people, innocent people.
This isn't something she would do! She wouldn't be laughing right now! Maka would be crying...or upset…
But this girl sounds like she's having the time of her life.
This can't be her but…
At the same time…he still feels her.
What is he supposed to do?
"Hey boy~" Maka's face suddenly pops up upside down in his face with a lop-sided smile on her lips. "What are you doing just lying there? We have things to do! People to see!"
The girl giggles as she punches the rumble off him.
Crona doesn't' have a chance to get himself up before she grabs him by the arm and drags him.
Maka punches one more hole into the bus to make way for the two to get out of it.
The swordsman hears the groans of pain from the people still alive in the bus.
"M-Maka..." Crona speaks softly. "T-There's people still in there...and they're in pain…don't y-you think we should...do something?"
"Don't worry boy, I have it all taken care of." The girl gives him a smirk as she pulls him along.
Crona gets dragged by her until they're away from the bus, then she turns around.
Right then the buss explodes, pieces of metal flying everywhere as the flames engulf the vehicle they were just in.
"Yay! Yay!" Maka cheers as she claps loudly. "Encore! Encore!"
Crona's mouth is wide open. His stomach feels weird.
"That was so inspiring wasn't it?" She tilts her head at the boy who is so pale.
"Y-You...i-it just..." Crona's eyes shake.
"I can see you are at a loss for words." Maka grins. "I thought we should go out with a bang."
Crona can only look at her with disbelief.
No words come out.
"So let's go." Maka turns her back on him and starts to walk. "The people of France are waiting for us boy. We still have much to do."
Crona takes a step forward only to look back at the bus.
He wants to scream.
But instead a giggle escapes his lips.
Crona covers his mouth, his eyes getting wide in panic.
He feels his madness grow…
Will he really be able to bring Maka back to sanity?
Or will he get lost in madness right with her?
Crona closes his eyes as he turns and runs to catch up with Maka.
Either way…
He stays by her.
"What do you think about this one?" Maka comes out of the dressing room and Crona has to cover his nose to hide his nose bleed as he looks away.
The girl went in with a bikini and came out with thin fabric that barely covers anything!
"That's fucking worse than the last one!" Ragnarok shrieks as he pulls at Crona's hair. "You might as well not wear anything!"
"Hmm, I guess you're right." Maka reaches back to untie her top.
"N-No Maka!" Crona squeaks as he covers his eyes. "K-Keep your clothes on! P-People will see!"
"Don't you want to see Crona?" She purrs.
"Bitch stop being a molester for one minute and put some decent clothes on!" Ragnarok growls when Crona almost fainted.
"I believe this is decent." Maka walks out of the dressing room closer to the swordsman but he doesn't notice as he looks down at his shoes, his face so red.
"M-Maka that's more revealing then t-the last outfit...I-I thought we didn't want attention…a-and I'm positive that will give us more..." Crona takes a deep breath and looks up only to be greeted by a bare, smooth stomach.
Crona squeaks as he jumps away, causing him to fall out of the chair he was sitting on and hitting his head on the floor with a thud.
"My, you're such a spaz." Maka grunts as the boy rubs his head. "But you're right boy; this would draw more attention to us." Maka turns to her side with her arms crossed, a grin ripping out on her face. "I just wanted to see how you would react." She hums innocently. "I must say it was amusing."
"Y-You!" Crona looks back at her only for his whole body to break out into a sweat, and a lump to form in his throat.
From her turned to the side he notices something he hadn't before.
The girl is wearing a throng.
So when he turned to look at her…he got a glimpse of the scythe master's bare...perfect ass cheek.
Crona's head is spinning as he looks away quickly, once again hitting his head against something, this time the wall having him to squeak out in alarm.
He can't stop the blood running from his nose and he feels like he's about to faint.
He just saw…
And it was...
Oh god.
"M-Maka why do y-you do this to me?" Crona groans as he holds his head.
"You do it to yourself." She shrugs before she walks back into the dressing room.
Crona wipes the blood from his nose but he can't get rid of his blush.
"Damn." Ragnarok grumbles. "You just saw a part of her ass cheek and you're about to die."
"D-Don't talk about it!" Crona glares up at him but it's weak.
"So I'm pretty sure what outfit I'm buying." Maka comes back out with her black bikini. "But we need to pick out something for you."
Crona frowns as he looks around the shop.
None of this stuff looks like something he would or want to wear.
It's too colorful…
And he doesn't even know where to start…
He's always worn his robe.
"It looks like I'm going to have to pick something out for you." The girl goes over to a rack of clothes and rummages through it. "Now I need you to look more bad ass if you're going to be staying with me."
"O-Oh ok..." Crona fiddles with his fingers, watching as she throws clothes all over the place looking for something.
"Ah." Maka smirks as she grabs a black wife beater and holds it out to him.
"N-No Maka! T-That's..." Crona frowns looking at the thin fabric. "I-It would be too revealing!"
"Fine." She snorts as she flings it to the floor. "I see you're going to be picky so…" She grabs a black hoodie and hands it to him with a grey shirt. "There. And..." She walks over to the pants section and grabs some baggy black pants and throws it at him. "There you go, try it on."
"O-Ok..." Crona examines the clothes in his hands before he walks over to a dressing room.
Only to be cut off by a smirking Maka.
"You need any help with that?" She coos.
"H-Help?" He tenses, his face getting dark.
"Yes, with getting changed." She leans in, her breath a ghost on his lips.
"N-Nope!" He quickly moves past her and into the room, closing the door trying to hide how hot his face is.
"Aw, what's wrong?" He can hear the smirk in her voice. "It's not like I can see."
"S-Still!" He yelps in defense.
"Well I'll be in the room over getting changed." The girl grunts and walks away.
Crona sighs as he looks down at the clothes he's holding.
So...
He's finally changing his outfit.
The boy frowns as he looks down at his robe. The thing he's worn most of his life. He's comfortable in it.
But...for Maka...
He would step out of his comfort zone.
Crona slowly pulls off his robe, starting at the bottom and working his way up. Cold air hits his bare skin and he shudders.
The dark robe falls to the floor by his feet.
Crona can't help but frown when he looks at himself in the mirror. He's so tiny. His bones are able to be seen and his skin is too pale. He could give Casper a run for his money.
And he's a boy but his body is so curvy…
He hates it.
Crona looks away, not being able to stand seeing himself.
He's ugly.
The only thing he likes is…
The boy brushes his fingertips against the long scar on his stomach, feeling the roughness of it. He touches the scar softly.
The scar he got from saving Maka.
That day when he stood up to medusa and took the arrow for her…was when he promised himself.
He would always protect her.
She saved him from his old life. And he was determined to do the same for her.
Crona puts on the grey shirt and then the hoody with ease but…then came the pants.
He never liked pants.
Crona grits his teeth as he fights with this piece of clothing, trying to get it above his hips.
That's another thing he hates! His hips! A man shouldn't have hips like he does!
Crona sighs in relief as he finally pulls them all the way up and buttons them.
There's a bang at the door that causes him to jump.
"Let me see." Maka grumbles.
"O-Okay..." Crona opens the door and his breath is taken from him.
Maka is wearing a tight plain green shirt with black shorts.
What took his breath away is that it looks like something Maka would wear.
It's not too showy…
Not too bright...
The only thing ruining it…is the blind fold that is still covering her beautiful eyes.
"Whatever you have on will have to do." Maka mutters, studying him. "We will go shopping again some other time." She grabs his hand and starts to lead him through the shop.
"M-Maka don't we have to pay?" Crona mumbles nervously when they pass the front desk.
"Nope." A grin rips out on her face as she tightens her grip on his hand before she starts to take off running, pulling Crona out of the store.
He hears the man yell something in a different language but they keep running.
"Oh fuck yeah!" Ragnarok cheers popping back out. "This is what I'm talking about!"
Crona bites his lip.
What's going to become of them?
"What the butt?" Maka grunts as she stares at the menu of a restaurant Crona can't pronounce.
The boy blinks as he looks at the girl sitting in front of him.
"W-What is it Maka?"
"Well I just remembered something. Something really important." Crona can see her eye brows scrunch up in thought.
"W-What?"
"I can't see, so I can't read." She looks up at him.
"You dumb ass!" Ragnarok pops out pointing a fist at her. "Even if you could see it's not like we can even fucking understand this! Just tell the waiter we want snails!"
"N-No..." Crona whimpers as the weapon tugs at his hair.
"I don't think they have snails here." Maka grunts.
"How do you know? You can't fucking see!"
"And you can't reach."
"Bitch I'll kill you!" The demon sword screeches as he leans over trying to get to the girl.
But like she said, he can't reach.
Maka smirks while Crona tries to get his weapon to calm down.
"Bonjour, ce que je peux vous adjourd'hui?" A young man with a note book and a pen stops at their table and smiles pleasantly.
"W-What?" Crona frowns, feeling rather uncomfortable.
"Je vais avoir une grande salade." Maka speaks right back at the man.
Crona and Ragnarok look at each other.
"W-What?"
"Oh juste une salade? Mais votre belle si mince." The man smiles at her, giving her a wink.
Crona immediately frowns at this. He doesn't know what he just said…but he's pretty sure he's flirting with his girl-
Crona blushes at his thoughts as he shakes his head.
She isn't his…
He only wishes she was.
Crona's jealously increases when Maka giggles at what he said.
"What do you two want?" Maka turns and speaks to him.
"U-Um...whatever you're having." Crona mumbles still eyeing the other male.
"I want fucking snails!" Ragnarok roars. "And bread!"
"Nous aurons egalement une autre salade, des escargots, et le pain." Maka smiles at the man.
"Je vais devoir que sur le droit de vous belle." The man gives her a wink before he walks away.
"W-What was he saying?" Crona grumbles, watching him go.
"Nothing, just taking our order."
Crona gives her a look but she doesn't seem to notice.
"H-How did you know what to say?"
"Maka took French." The girl smirks. "She is a very intelligent girl."
Silence falls over them as Ragnarok returns back into Crona.
The boy plays with his fork, his mind buzzing with all his thoughts.
Should he ask her now about what they're doing? Or their plans or about Maka...about her?
Crona bites his lip; he's starting to sweat from the pressure.
She could get mad at him if he asks…
But he has to know...
What if-
"I'm guessing you're wondering what our plans are." Maka cuts into his train of thought.
"…Y-Yes." Crona nods eagerly, glad she's going to do this for him and he didn't have to ask.
"Well we're going to grab a hotel and stay here for the night." She points down at the table as she talks. "We'll stay in France until we get the order to leave."
"The order to leave?" Crona raises an eyebrow. "O-Order from who?"
"That's not important." She waves him off. "But there are a few things you must know." She leans closer to the boy, her voice becoming a whisper. "We have no allies but ourselves. Everyone is going to be after us, not just those fools of the DWMA." Maka growls. "The DWMA is the least of our worries."
"W-What?" Crona's eyes get wide. "B-But why will everyone be after us?"
"They want the same thing I do." Maka's voice is dark. "The DWMA has strong members, no doubt. However they lack one major thing. They cannot sense the piece like the kishin eggs and witches can so as long as we keep moving they are no threat to us."
"P-Piece?" Crona's eyes light in realization.
Wait; didn't that kishin egg say something about a piece?
She can't be talking about…
"The piece that I have." Maka rubs her stomach.
…She's talking about that…the thing she swallowed.
"Everyone is after me now." She smirks. "They all want to rip me open to get this piece."
"W-Well they're not going to touch you Maka." Crona's eyes flash, his heart picking up speed.
"That's the spirit boy." Maka chuckles darkly.
The waiter comes back with three plates and a basket of bread. He places Crona's salad down with the snails and bread. The man smiles as he places Maka's salad down gently in front of her.
She offers a smile as she starts to eat slowly.
Crona pouts looking at the other male but he starts eating with her.
"Eat a fucking snail Crona!" Ragnarok abruptly pops out, causing his meister's face to get pale.
"N-No. I don't want to." The boy whines.
"Don't be a fucking baby." Ragnarok sneers. "It's just a snail."
"Then you eat one!"
"I fucking will!"
"T-Then do it!"
"Here I go-"
Maka unexpectedly reaches over and grabs one of the shells. Without saying a word she sucks on it.
Crona watches her swallow.
Both Ragnarok and Crona look at her with wide eyes.
"It tastes like chicken." She murmurs before she goes back to her salad.
"That looked fucking gross."
"Y-Yeah."
"Let's not eat the snails."
"A-Agreed."
They all eat in silence…well as silent it can be with Ragnarok tearing through the bread and crumbs getting ever where.
"Tout est fait?" The man comes back and smiles at Maka.
"Oui peut-on avoir la facture?" She smiles back.
"Oui." He places a piece of paper down in front of her.
"Votre tres mignon..et construit..travaillez-vous sur?" Maka suddenly starts rubbing the man's back, her voice getting soft and fluffy.
Crona almost chokes on the portion of lettuce he was eating and had to drink his drink viciously.
"Un pue.." The man blushes as she runs her fingers down to his bottom.
"Mm epaisseur j'aime." She winks as she grabs his ass.
"A-Alright I think that's enough." Crona snaps, sending the other male a glare. "I-It's time for you to leave." Crona points away from them.
The man looks confused but she just waves him off.
"What was that about?" Maka quirks an eyebrow once the man was gone.
"Y-You were..." Crona stops himself.
What can he say?
That he got jealous because she was touching another man?
But she isn't his…
Crona's throat is feeling dry.
"I was getting us money." Maka suddenly smirks as she holds out a wallet.
Crona's eyes get wide as he looks at it.
"…S-So you weren't flirting with that guy?" He can't help but to sigh in relief.
"Oh I was, but for the money." She hums as she stands up and grabs Crona by the arm. "Come on let's leave."
Crona sighs as they run out of the restaurant fast enough before anyone sees them.
This is becoming a routine now.
"What a day." Maka chuckles as they walk into their hotel room.
"Y-You can say that again-" Crona walks in after her only to stop when his eyes take in the room.
It's small with the walls being a peach color. It has a fridge and one bathroom but…
What caused him to stop was the bed…the fact that there's only one.
"T-There's only..." Crona gulps, looking over at the girl.
"Yup, I bought us a couples room to save money!" She cheers as she runs and jumps into the bed like a little kid.
"C-C-Couples!?" Crona's face is so red, his heart picking up speed.
"Let's get unpacked; I don't know how long we're going to be staying here." Maka ignores him as she takes off her back pack and takes out some clothing and puts it into a dresser. "Unpacking's done for me!"
"I-I don't have anything to unpack." Crona frowns slightly, gripping his arm.
"So we're all packed in!" Maka hurrahs as she falls back down on the bed letting out a sigh.
Crona shifts a bit feeling uncomfortable.
"Come over here boy." Maka looks over at him making him tense.
Crona walks over slowly only to peep when Maka grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him on top of her.
"M-Maka!"
"You did good today." She purrs against his lips, causing his eyes to flutter and his chest to tighten. "I feel generous today. So I will reward you."
"R-Reward-" Crona is cut off by her lips being pressed against his. His whole body catches on fire as she nips at his bottom lip. At how she wraps his arms around him, pulling him closer to her body. He feels faint but he doesn't want to pass out this time.
Maka is kissing him...
His heart is beating so fast. His chest so tight he can barely breathe.
But what if this isn't her?
The thought causes him to pull away from her somewhat. His uneven breath can still be felt on her lips.
"I know why you stopped." The girl doesn't seem offended. "You're worried about the girl but I can assure you she wants this as much as you do. She's been hiding her feelings for quite some time but I don't hide anything." Maka grabs him and flips their bodies so she's on top, pinning his wrists by his head. "I get what I want, I'm nothing like her." She smirks as she leans in and kisses the squirming boy.
This causes him to go as still as a statue.
Maka doesn't seem to mind. She continues to kiss him.
And Crona is well aware of her hands that have begun to wander.
She's touching his stomach.
She's going lower…
Crona can't handle this.
Not at all.
He didn't want to pass out but as soon as her finger tips brushed his thigh…
It was too much.
His body convulses before he's out for the count.
"Just because you're knocked out doesn't mean you're safe from me." The girl whispers in his ear.
That's the last thing he hears.
Maka's smirk falls faintly as she gets off of the boy.
That blind fold hiding her eyes…
It's hiding everything.
She feels a twitching on her hands.
He's coming.
Maka puts a hand on the boy's chest, feeling as it slightly rises and falls.
She doesn't feel anything.
But the girl does.
Maka pulls away from Crona and grips her fist.
She's angry.
But oh well...
This wasn't her fault.
The boy decided his fate and yet…
She's still angry.
The girl walks out of the room without a sound.
She better not keep him waiting.
All thoughts leave her as a smirk rips out on her face.
She wouldn't want to...displease him now would she?
No...that would ruin everything.
I'm getting a bit faster with writing both this story and 'forever insane'. so here it is! please review :)
