Author Note: Written while I was bored, not really even a whole chapter, kinda cuts off before it even starts to get good. Oh well, sue me. (NOT REALLY)

So, know, moving onto the happy dance: *happy dance* I get call Evy tomorrow!

In the time that they had managed to spend in the restaurant, it had began snowing again, covering the sidewalks/roads with a fine sheet of sleet. Being that Krystal was neither a miester nor a weapon, and unfamiliar to anything but hardwood tile, she kept her arms at length, walking painfully slow.

"Can we hurry this the fuck up?" Soul asked, his hands in his pockets as he shivered lightly.

Krystal snarled at him. "Listen, I don't see you wearing high-heels and strutting down the icy yellow sidewalk."

I blinked, my fingers to my temples, trying to clear my soul percipitation. "Krystal, why the hell are you wearing high-heels?"

"I'm not, I'm just making a point, since most girls do."

Soul yawned, topping the conversation. Rubbing my temples harder, I attempted to see through the Soul percipatation.

"Dammit, nothing," I groaned. Was the snow interfering?

Krystal bit her lip before sliding down the side of a building, "Let me have a go," she whispered.

I cocked an eyebrow, but slowly slid down next to her, followed by an uncomfortable Soul.

There was a second that passed, her arms were tensed up, her hands curled into fists and her eyes screwed shut. A second later she opened her eyes, no longer the dull gray, but vivid purple.

"Uh... Krystal?"

"Fourth Avenue, corner, near Rapine's cafe, you'll be able to tell where he is, he's tied up."

I stared at her, as she got up, brushing bits of snow off her shoulders. "How far away is fourth avenue?"

"Two blocks. Can you please explain what the fuck that was?"

"What? That, back there? I can tell the future, only on occasion, oh, and I can also see bits and pieces of a person's life when I touch them."

"Wow, must be hard to get laid," Soul commented from behind us.

I shot him a look that read: 'shut the hell up before I beat you into fucking bloody pulp.' Krystal didn't even look back. "You know Soul, your kinda right. The last time I actually had a boyfriend was some guy my best friend begged and pleaded- turned out he was interested in her."

"Ouch." Soul said.

"No kidding. You know, when I was younger, I never really thought anything of it, I had friends, and they weren't the huggy type, so it was never an issue. After my fifth year, the mean girls tried to trap me in the locker room, and they pulled at my wrists-" she stopped, small amounts of tears dribbling from her eyes.

"Avenue, fourth," Soul stated, obviously trying to clear up the long pause. Krystal wiped her eyes and then looked down the narrow alley.

I swept my eyes up and down the alley. It was dirty and grimy and looked like somebody had just piled trash in it. "Okay, is it just me, or do we always find Crona in the worst places?" Soul asked, beginning his descent down the alley.

Krystal coughed, covering her mouth with her elbow and looked down the alley. "So, Crona, shifty huh?"

"Not really, he's just got this little thingy in his back that makes him go crazy with black blood that makes him seem like some badass kishin or something, so, yeah, mostly shades of fucked up."

"Okay..." she answered to Soul.

There was another pause as they searched up and down the small, crowded street. Krystal found him first but didn't say anything at all, the boy had been tied up, and left leaning against a wall, just as she had predicted.

"Krystal! Did you find anything?" Maka yelled in her direction. Krystal clamped a hand over Crona's mouth and smiled back at Maka.

"Nope! Not yet!"

Author Note: Hey, guess what? The evil Kishin soul in my computer was fixed thanks to yours truly, and fed to my weapon, and then a second Kishin soul arrived... no comment.

Okay, yeah yeah, I left it off in like the worst place EVER, however, do you know what this means *drum roll please* read the last few sentences with Krystal and Crona, Krystal wasn't able to use her powers *fan girl squeal* and yes, their will be Crona X OC, don't flame me.

olivia the rat: Please, I'm probably hardly any younger than you, I'm thirteen years old, I was born the fifteenth of June. The only reason I talk so maturely is because I am the oldest out of four, and I've always had to be the big sister, so I decided that the only way I was ever going to make it in the real world was to act like a mature girl so that I wouldn't seem like a whore, and get hired for something more serious than a strip bar.

A.D. Aldous Dragon: Okay, I seriously have only one thing to say to you. CONGRATS! You got a review on your skyrim/Soul Eater crossover. And by the way, I read the needless one occasionally, I just keep forgetting to review...

~Miki