It's strange..isn't it?

..How the world goes on even if everything is falling apart in your life..it continues. No matter what happens, the birds continue to chirp, the sun will shine, and then the moon will take it's place.

Even when your at the end of your rope..everything around you is secure.

Your brain could be shattering..Your life could be taken..but everything else goes on, even if you don't.

Though nothing makes sense for Maka..Though she feels like she could lose it herself..She still sees the ducks in the pond swim peacefully, still hears the birds chirp, still smells that fresh smell after a rain fall..

Everything moves on even if she isn't.

"Maka?"

Maka blinks, her name being said breaking what ever trance was over her as she looks over at Kid.

The boy looks out of breath, his face slightly flush and a deep frown on his face.

"..I've been looking every where for you..I was so worried." He takes a deep breath, seeming to finally catch it. "..You were not in school today.."

"..I know." She speaks softy as she looks down at her hands.

"..Maka you never, ever miss school." Kid sits next to her on the park bench, his eyes never leaving her. "..I was expecting the worse..I almost had a heart attack when I didn't find you at your home.."

"Sorry. I couldn't sleep, and then I just couldn't force myself up." She doesn't look up from her hands, her eyes having a far away look to them.

"..Maka please." Kid puts a hand on her shoulder, getting closer. His frown has deepen. "Please tell me what happen yesterday...I could tell something was wrong as soon as you took your seat in my car...You wouldn't speak to me then, but I can see how much it is affecting you..Tell me Maka, let me be there for you. You don't have to hide things from me anymore..I know about Crona."

Maka doesn't respond to him.

"...Did you two have a fight?.." His grip tightnes a little on here shoulder. "..He didn't hurt you did he?"

Maka's breath hitches as somehting in side her snaps.

"No!" Maka stands up, sending Kid a deadly glare. "No he didn't hurt me! Crona would never hurt me I told you that!"

"..Just calm down Maka." He puts his hands up standing up with her. "..I didn't mean to upset you..I'm just trying to find out what happened..I want to help you-

"I don't need your help!" She growls, her breathing is uneven. "No, you just want to be proven right about Crona! You just don't want me to even be around him!"

"Maka, i'll admit it upsets me a little but did I not take you to see him?" Kid takes a step forward a deep frown on his face. "..You don't look so good Maka, please sit back down...We can talk about this..I know your only taking out what ever is effecting you on me..Tell me what happen with Crona-

"There's nothing to talk about!" She takes a step back sending him a glare. "Alright? There's nothing to fucking talk about!"

"Maka you don't miss sleep about nothing! And you never miss school!" He is firm. "..You can't keep holding everything in Maka..it's not healthy-

"Fuck you! I don't need to be told what's healthy and what's not because I know. Oh I know." Maka turns her back on him and starts walking away. "I'm going home."

"..Let me walk you.." Kid starts to follow her. "..It's not safe for you to just-

"I told you I can handle myself!" She growls not turning around. "..I don't need you to hold my fucking hand Kid, I can walk myself home."

"Maka I-

"Leave me alone. If your my friend you'll leave me the fuck alone for once."

She hears Kid take a in take of breath but she continues to walk and this time..

He doesn't follow her.

Maka pants..Her heart beat so fast as she walks threw the town, or more like she marches threw the town.

Everyone moves out of her way..They clear a path for her.

She ignores all the glares, all the looks of fear, and all of the rumors she hears.

She ignores it all.

"Crona wouldn't hurt me.." She growls, her eyes shaking. "..It was Ragnarok..All Ragnarok."

"And what is Ragnarok?..Just another part of Crona."

Her breath hitches...and her heart hurts..

It can't be true.

Maka doesn't stop till she's home, till she's in her living room and on her couch.

She opens up her note book that she left on the living room table in front of the couch and she grabs her pencil from where she had left it.

Maka had to sort all this out..but none of it makes sense..

She can't stop looking at this book..Can't stop trying to put the pieces together..but the pieces aren't there, and the ones that are don't make sense.

Maka takes a deep breath before her eyes scan the information in her note book..

She finds her self circling a certian name roughly..

Ragnarok.

What the fuck is he?

Maka looks threw the past thing's she's written about him..It's not much because Crona barely talked about him.

He never liked talking about Ragnarok..and now she knows why..

Maybe..does talking about him summon him in some way?..He didn't show up till they were having a conversation about him..

If she would of known..

But she didnt.

She thought Ragnarok was a visitor..but that wasn't a visitor.

She desn't know what the fuck it is..but it's not Crona.

It can't be just another part of him..or a split personality..

Maka takes a deep breath...

Ragnarok is a puzzle all on his own..A darker one..A scarier one.

She picks up her pencil.

Ok..So things Maka knows about Ragnarok.

Crona said he visits him..so does that mean he's not there all the time?

He was able to take hold of Crona's body.

He is scary, and dangerous.

Stein says he is Crona's alternate personality.

He causes Crona pain.

He doesn't like her.

Maka looks over what she wrote...It's not much at all.

This doesn't satisfy her..No..Not at all.

Maka starts to chew on her eraser, her brows furrowed.

She's heard of Multiple Personality Disorder..but she doesn't know much about it..

If only she had a computer she could Google this shit..but she doesn't have a computer.

And this cheap ass town doesn't have a library..and if it did it wouldn't have computers..

She needs to get some answers soon..or she will go insane.

Suddenly the front door opens with Spirit staggering in, a bottle in his hand, his face red, his blue eyes shaking.

"Oh h-hey Maka.." The man gives her a goofy smile as he waves awkwardly.

Maka just looks down at her note book.

"..It's been awhile since i've been back huh?" He stumbles over till he's sitting on the couch across from Maka, staring at her with that goofy smile stuck on his face. "You probably felt so l-lonely with out...with out your papa, but no w-worries I'm back."

She doesn't respond.

"Y-You know why i've been gone don't you?" He takes a chug of the bottle he is holding, he licks his lips. "T-The truth is M-Maka..I was afraid to come home..isn't that s-so stupid? Being a afriad to come home?..but I was..Am afraid of w-what you must think of me Maka..afraid of h-how you are going to act towards me..a-after..y-you know."

"You already know what I think of you." Maka grunts, still not looking at him. " I think your a dick."

"..Y-You think..Y-You think i'm such a bad father.." His lower lip starts to quiver. " Y-You hate me.."

"Yup." She starts re circling the name Ragnarok just to give her somehting to do..Spirit has ruined her train of thought.

"You know I love your mother Maka.." He sniffles, tears starting to fall down his face. "I love you and her so much..This whole thing..This whole thing is killing me Maka..Seeing your mother..all pale and in that bed like that..I had to drink my brains out to get it out of my head.."

Maka doesn't respond.

"And the w-worse part of it all.." He sobs, his body shaking. "I-Is that you blame this on me..T-That you see me as the cause of your mother...being like that.."

Maka closes her eyes.

"I l-love your mother so much! So much Maka!" He cries. "Can't you s-see what's happening is killing me?"

"It's not killing you fast enough." She speaks so bitterly. "Your still breathing, and drinking...You disgust me. Stop talking."

"H-How can you say somehting like that?..I-I'm all you have left..y-your all I have left Maka.." His breathing is uneven. "W-We need each other ok?..W-We need to pull together..Kami would want it like that...She would hate to s-see the way you speak to me."

"She doesn't know what the fuck you have been doing!" Maka growls her eyes finally falling on him, she giving him a deadly glare. "..Mom has been in the asylum for 2 years..and you never once went to see her...You know she fucking forgot about you? When I said your name she didn't even know who you were..but then she started to remember." Maka looks away..she's getting so angry. "..You made her cry..you made her fucking cry because she knows you abandoned her! You piece of shit!"

"I never abandoned her!" Spirit shouts, his crying dying down. "I've been busy! I couldn't have gone to see her!"

"Your not busy for 2 fucking years!' Maka shouts back, her eyes shaking. "Stop fucking lying!"

"..You just don't understand." He averts his gaze..gripping that bottle tightly in his hands. "..I'm scared alright? I was scared to see your mother..I-I know I couldn't handle seeing her..like that..I couldn't deal with the thought of her being insane so I didn't think about it Maka, I didn't except it. I know you think i'm a horrible person..and maybe I am..but I couldn't see Kami like that."

"...You didn't have to cheat on her." Maka grips her notebook. "..You don't have to party all the time, you choose to do this. You could have written to her if you were just scared of seeing her..but you did nothing..You abandoned her."

"I didn't fucking abandon her!" Spirit stands up, his eyes flaring. "Stop saying that!"

Maka takes a deep breath..trying to calm down.

"I love your mother!"

"No you don't! You don't fucking love her!" Maka finds her self screaming.

"Yes I do!" He growls before he throws his bottle against the wall, the glass shattering everywhere. "Shut up..Just shut up..You don't know shit.."

"..." Maka closes her note book and pushes past the man with out saying a word.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm leaving." She states as she goes into her room, she pulls out her book bag and puts some clothes into it. "Don't expect to see me tonight."

"Oh where the hell are you going to go?" He chuckles breathlessly. "No one will take you in..The whole fucking town is scared of you..They call you a witch don't you know?..They think your killing those animals..They think your a freak..No, No one will take you in."

Maka doesn't respond to him as she grabs her blanket and pillow.

"..They say the meanest things about you Maka.." The man's voice goes soft again.. "..But do you know who sticks up for you?" His voice becomes sharp again. "It's me! I fucking beat the shit out of anyone who speaks about you in the bar..I stick up for you! Me! Your papa! I work hard to keep you fed..to keep us fucking going! I work so hard to pay for your mother's medical bills..That money isn't coming from thin air honey, it's from me! It's all from me!"

"That reminds me, you need to go shopping for food." She states bluntly as she walks out of the room and towards the front door.

"You ungrateful piece of shit! Fine go out there! Fucking sleep on the damn street for all I care!"

Maka just leaves.

That's probably where she would be sleeping.

No one would take her in for the night, and she knew that.

She's just going to find a nice bench for the night..

She can't handle being in that house right now..

To hear Spirit speak those lies..

She can't handle him..

Maka walks slowly..Her mind in a fuzz.

She know's where she is going.

Maka walks down a dirt path..one she knows will lead her back to the park.

She tries to remember her train of thought about Ragnarok but..she can't.

Spirit ruined it like he ruins everything else.

Maka stops for a moment as her eyes fall on the bench she was going to be sleeping on.

Kid sits on it, his head in his hands.

..Had he just stayed here this whole time?

Maka doesn't say anything as she walks over and takes a seat next to him.

She knows Kid is looking at her now as she places her pillow on the end of the bench, and throws the blanket over herself.

"..Maka?" Kid's voice sounds uncertain. "What are you doing?"

"Setting up my bed for the night." She doesn't look at him.

"...What?"

"I'm sleeping here tonight."

"..Why?" Kid gets closer to her, his eyes shining with concern.

..He's still concerned about her after she had yelled at him?..After she had been a total bitch to him?

..He's so strange.

"I can't handle being home." Maka stares forward at the pond. " Spirit's back."

"Your not sleeping here."

"I'm not going back there."

"Your not sleeping here." He repeats and Maka feels him grab her hand, he pulls her up so she finally looks at him.

He's frowning but his eyes are firm.

"Kid I'm not going back there, I'm sleeping here." She tries to pull away from him but he doesn't let her go.

"No, your not." He reaches over and grabs her pillow before he starts to pull her away from the bench.

"Kid let go I'm not going back!" She struggles against him but he's to strong for her.

"I'm not taking you home." He comments looking back at her. "..I'm taking you to my place."

"...What?" Maka blinks, she stops struggling against him and just lets him lead her.

"I undertsand you may not want to be home, but I am not going to allow you to sleep out side." He averts his gaze.

"..Kid I can't let you do that..I don't deserve it." She tries to pull away again but he just keeps pulling her along. "..I was a total bitch to you earlier..You should be laughing in my face right now..Not offering me a place to stay."

"No matter what you do..I could never abandon you." He looks back at her. "..I know you only snap on me because I press onto subjects you don't wish to talk about..but I can't help it. Take this as my apology..I have been very nosy and-

"Don't say sorry." She bows her head in shame. "..Don't say sorry. You have nothing to be sorry about. I'm the only one who should be apologizing. You have done nothing but be there for me, yet a treat you like shit."

"Maka-

"I'm sorry ok? About today..About yelling at you.." She keeps walking with him. " It wasn't cool of me...A lot of shit is going on right now Kid and I just don't know what to do..it's all to much and none of it makes sense."

"..You could start by talking about it." He looks at her, with those golden orbs..looking at her softy. "..It could help."

"..." Maka takes a deep breath..

She needs help.

"I'm going to tell you something..but you can't judge ok? Don't say any smart ass comment like I was right and you were wrong..Just listen to me.." She gives him a serious look. "Don't make me regret this."

"..I won't." He says quietly.

Maka takes a deep breath and then tells Kid about Thursday..

But she leaves out the part about the nurses and about him digging his nails into her..

She leaves out anything to bad that would make Kid freak out..
So pretty much she just tells him about something taking over Crona..and what Stein said it was.

"A alternate personality?" Kid frowns putting a hand to his chin. "..I don't know much about that but I do know it's very rare."

"Yeah well, this whole time he was talking about Ragnarok I thought he was talking about a person but..I don't know what the fuck it was." Maka averts her gaze. "..I don't know much about Multiple Personally Disorder but..Ragnarok didn't seem like just a spilt personality.."

"..Well when we get to my place we can do some research on it." Kid gives her a reassuring sqeeze. "..This is actally very interesting. I'd like to know more myself."

"Yeah..it just worries me a little." She sighs. "Ragnarok was nothing like Crona..He become a totally different person."

"..He is in the asylum for a reason." Kid frowns slightly. "..Now we know why."

"I guess.."

But Maka feels like there's more..

There's more pieces to this puzzle to be found.


"Alright..so lets do this." Kid sits on his bed with his lap top in his hands.

Maka sits next to him with her note book and pencil out and ready.

She means business.

"Oh son~" The mayor peaks his head around the corner smiling happily at the two.

Maka can't help but to blink..even though she's already seen Kid's dad..It's still shocking..

It's so shocking how alike they look.

The mayor really just looks like a older version of Kid..He's a little taller but that's it.

The only difference is the mayor has these full white lines going around his head while Kid..doesn't.

Never bring up the boy's hair.

You will regret it.

"Yes father?" Kid doesn't look up as he types something into the password box when it popped up.

"I made chocolate chip cookies for you and your little girlfriend." The man comes in, that huge smile still on his face as he holds a tray of cookies..He's wearing a white apron with matching mittens.

That is another big difference between this man and his son..

The mayor is so loose, a free spirit. He always jokes around and he's always smiling. Everything he speaks it's like being read a nursery rhyme.

Kid is proper, stiff, and completely serious..

There total opposites when it comes to the inside but..so alike looking on the out..

It's weird really.

Kid acts more grown then his old man.

He acts more grown then their mayor.

"F-Father!" Kid chokes a little looking at the mayor with wide eyes, his cheeks flushed. "M-Maka is just a friend."

"Oh ok if that's what you kids call it now a days~" He chuckles a little as he walks over to Maka. He smiles warmly at her. "Here you go honey, have some cookies, your so thin!"

"Father." Kid scolds but Maka smiles back at him.

"Thank you." She takes about six cookies off the tray. "..Thanks for letting me stay here again mr. mayor."

"Oh no problem! You should come over more often~" He gives Kid a wink causing said boy to blush darkly.

"Father..please get out." He hides his face in his hands.

"Alright Kid-o, I understand you two want some alone time~" He gives him another wink before he leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

"Father is so embarrassing." Kid mumbles as he turns his attention back to the computer.

"I like him." Maka smiles a little remembering the bubbly man in the woman's apron..

Then it hits her.

..She didn't see anyone else other then Kid's dad and Kid here..

Does he not have a mother?..

She's never took the time to think about it but..Kid has never said anything about his mother..He's only talked about his father..

"Well good because now that he has met you, he won't leave you alone." Kid sighs as the Google screen finally comes up. "..Alright here we go.."

Maka watches as he types in something...

Should she ask about his mother?..

He has to have one..but for some reason she isn't here.

Maka looks around his room.

The boy's room is how she would have guessed.

It's so clean, the same things on one side as the other..so he has two dressers, two mirrors, two desk by his bed..with the bed being in the middle. The same white and black pillows on each side of the king size bed.

Completely symmetrical.

Of course.

Maka looks for any pictures..She has a picture of her mother framed and on her dresser so maybe he does too..

There's no picures.

"Ah here it is." Kid pulls up a page, his eyes scanning the information he sees. " Dissociative Identity Disorder, previously known as Multiple Personality Disorder is a mental disorder where a person has two or more distinct identities or personality states-

"But Crona only has Ragnarok." Maka buts in after she wrote up to that part. "He only has one.."

"How do you know he doesn't have more?" Kid looks over at her.

Maka pales a little..

More?

"..It says here that these multiple personalities dominate and control the behavior of the patient.." He looks over at her. "..That sounds like what happen.."

Maka doesn't respond.

" It also says each personality is well- developed, with it's own tastes, habits, memories, and learned behavior. The process by which one of these personalities reveals itself and controls behavior is called switching. Switching can happen anywhere between a few hours to few days-

"But Ragnarok took over in minutes." Maka cuts in again, a deep frown on her face.

"Maybe Crona has a wrose case of this?..I don't know." Kid looks back at the information. "..Now this is strange."

"What?" Maka leans over to try to see.

"It says some people with this disorder alter to something that is not even human; such as a spiritual force, or an animal. It says on average, a DID pateint has about 2 to 10 alters..but there have been some with as many as 100."

"100?" Maka gasps, her eyes shake a little. "..Fuck that's like 100 different people in one body..How do these people even know who they are?"

"They probably dont'." Kid looks back at the information. "Symptoms of DID are amnesia, patients lose major chunks of their memory. They do not remember what they did when an alternate took control of there body-

"Crona did though!...He knew.." Maka remembers the fear in the boy's eyes as he pulled away his fist..He must have know what was going on..He couldn't have forgotten.

"..Another symptom is they lose contact with own personal reality, a patient will feel that their body is unreal, is changing, or is dissolving."

Maka doesn't say anthing because she doesn't know how Crona is feeling in his own body..She doesn't know.

"A patient will also experience de-realization. Patients feel that things they are witnessing are not real, they perceive the external environment as unreal."

This causes Maka's breath to hitch..

How many times has Crona thought she wasn't real?..He didn't think she was real till she touched him..

He thought she was a vision..

"Other symptoms inculde anxiety, nervousness, or panic attacks. Depression or mood swings. Change in levels of functioning, from highly effective to nearly disabled. Suicide attempts or self-injury. Feeling impulsive and out of control."

Maka sinks deeper and deeper into herself..Crona has most of those symptioms..

He's always nervous.

He hit his head agaisnt the wall.

He lost control.

The more she hears this..The more it fits to Crona..but..

If he has this disorder..That means he has more personalities..

And that scares her.

"..What causes it?..Is it hereditary?" Maka finds herself asking.

"It says there is no fixed cause for this disorder..but majority of the pateints with DID report childhood..." He pauses a moment, a frown coming to his face as he looks at her with concern. "Childhood sexual and/or physical abuse."

The pencil Maka's holding snaps in half in her hand at that.

..Abuse?..

Her face gets hot with anger..Her stomach turning so bad..

Medusa...did she?..did she hurt him?..

Crona said she didn't but..

"..It says the disorder is a way for the pateint to deal with what happen in the past..most of them don't remember there past..and there personalities are more likely to come up if they start to remember bits and pieces of it."

..No...

Could it be possible Crona..forgot about Medusa hurting him?..That she really did abuse him..and that's why he's in the asylum.

Then she abandoned him.

She caused this and she abandoned him..

Everything is getting dizzy..

She doesn't derserve to live..How could she be so cruel? How could you treat your own son like that?

"Maka..are you alright?" Kid is holding her, looking at her in concern..

She doesn't remember him ever grabing her.

"..By your reaction it seems the boy must have this disorder." Kid frowns. "..Don't worry Maka, they don't really know the cause of it..so it could be possible that Crona was never abused."

"But what if he was?" Her voice is shaky

"...Then that's why Ragnarok's there." Kid looks at her. "..You said he was the exact opposite of Crona..I believe he must use Ragnarok to deal with what ever has happened to him...Are you sure that Ragnarok is a bad..guy? He could just be different-

"He's bad..." Maka breaths heavily and when Kid opens his mouth. "Don't ask about it."

"..Okay I won't." Kid grips her tighter. "..I will not press anymore..I'm grateful for you sharing this with me."

"..Something just doesn't make sense Kid.." Maka's eyes shake. "..Just..I don't want to believe Crona..was hurt as a child..it's hard to even grasp.."

And now he's alone in that asylum..

Wait he isn't alone..

He has Ragnarok.

And that's even worse.

"..I'm going to go see him tomorrow. I need answers." She grips her fist a new fire in her eyes.

"Are you sure?" Kid speaks softly, a frown on his face. "..From what I read, a pateint like that could be dangerous Maka..What if Ragnarok tries to hurt you? He's not Crona."

"Your right he's not Crona." Maka grips her fist. "..I know what i'm doing."

But really she doesn't.

If Crona has this disorder..there's more then just Ragnarok..

She doesn't want to believe any of it..

Crona being abused?..

Then abandoned?

No...

NO...

It's to much, it hurts to much.

"..If you say so Maka." Kid frowns slightly. "..you don't have to be the hero...this isn't any of your fault, you are not held accountable for this boy..you don't have to go back Maka."

"..." She bows her head for a moment. "..Could you look up one last thing for me?"

"Of course." Kid speaks on the top of her head.

"...Look up Ragnarok." She averts her gaze. "I feel like I've heard that before.."

"Okay." He gives her one last squeeze before he lets go of her to look at his computer.

He types something in.

"..Ragnarok is in Norse mythology. It means the end of the Cosmo's...The beginning of the end."

..The beginning..of the end?...

This sends chills down her spine.

"Maka it's just a coincidence-

Suddenly her phone starts to vibrate like crazy in her pocket.

She raises an eye brow as she takes it out.

It's a number she doesn't know..

Most of the time she wouldn't answer..It could just be some ignorant town's person but..

She has a feeling..This is important.

"Hello?" She answers, Kid moves closer.

"Hello Maka." It's Stein. "I have news of your mother."

"...Is she ok?" Maka holds her breath..her fragile heart shaking.

"..Yes, she is ok." Stein pauses. "I spoke with the doctor seeing Kami and he said that she should be coming around soon..She's getting better Maka."

"Oh thank god." Maka breaths out in relief but..somewhere deep in her heart she feels a dread she doesn't understand grip it.

"Yes, so you have nothing to worry about. You will be seeing your mother soon." His voice almost sounds..nice.

"...Thank's Stein."

"Yes, well good bye." He pauses. "..Don't come tomorrow Maka. Be smart."

She then hears the dial tone.

...

"..Is it ok if I head to bed?..Today has been.." Maka shakes her head.

"Of course, come. Father already perpared a room for you." He stands up, not letting go of her so he helps her up. "..Who was that on the phone?"

"Stein, he told me my mom is doing better."

"That's wonderful news!" Kid sighs in relief putting a hand to his heart.

Maka doesn't respond as Kid leads her out of the room and across the hall.

Maka doesn't take the time to look at the room, instead she just jumps into the large bed, her body sinking into it.

Kid is quiet as he pulls up the blanket over her.

"..Thanks for helping me Kid.." Maka speaks queitly against the pillow she is laying on. "..If not for you I wouldn't know what I do now..i'd probely be sleeping on a cold bench right now.."

"I'm so happy to be of help to you."

Maka can here the smile in his voice as she feels his fingers lightly go threw on of her pigtails.

"..I'm so happy you came to me for help..If you ever need help agian..even if it's about Crona I'd be happy to be assistances."

It's hard for her to keep her eyes open.

"..If you must see Crona again..I will take you to see him tomorrow." He leans down and she can feel his breath on her ear. "Just be careful ok?..If you ever feel threaten get out of there..Alright?"

Maka nods not really there.

She would see her mother soon..

She would see Crona soon..

The last thing see feels is a light pressure on the top of her head and Kid's soft voice.

"..Sweet dreams Maka."

Then she was out.

so I gave you guys some information on the disorder crona may or may not have. i'm doing a paper on DID for school so I decided to add to it. i'm going to warn you I don't know if i'll be able to post the next chapter by tomorrow.. but i'll try. please review, i'm so amazed I've gotten 80 reviews! I love it so much! till next time :)