Author Note: HI, this is Miki (well,duh) and I just wanted to tell you this is my last update until Christmas Vacation, when I hope I'll be moving a lot faster when I'm not piled with homework every fucking day! ^^

I felt the need to seriously gnaw somebody's head off, especially when Soul fell asleep against the brick of the wall of the side to Rapper's bakery.

"Wake up," I said, gently sitting down onto his lap, and pulling at his hair. "Come on, Soul."

I breathed lightly, suddenly really uncomfortable. And it's not like he was going to wake up or anything- I know how he sleeps. So, instead I screamed in the direction where Krystal was supposed be searching.

"Hey, Krystal found anything?"

"Nope, not yet!"

I groaned and leaned against Soul's chest.

xXxXThird PersonXxXx

Krystal slowly peeled her hand away from Crona's mouth, and then reached down to the ropes- obviously missing a big part of something. "How did you get tied up in ropes?" She asked, hoping to find a loose know in the tight rope.

"Um... well, I don't remember."

She raised both eyebrows, astonished that you couldn't remember something like that. He spoke again. "I was asleep when it happened."

"Right, because that makes sense."

She slipped two of her fingers into the inside of the rope, wriggling and loosened it, and grabbed the end of rope, untieing it with nimble fingers.

"Why are you letting me go? Didn't Maka and Soul tell you anything?"

"Do I look like I care? I grew up my whole life in a pratical box, I think you deserve a chance to have freedom at least, no matter what you did."

The rope began pooling at her and Crona's feet as she withdrew it from around the boys chest and waist area. "Now, why would you do something nice like that- don't you think we should have the same treatment that you did as a child?"

"Did you just say 'we'?" Krystal questioned, bobbing her head up to come face to face with a black creature with white eyes with small X's over them. "Uh... hello."

The creature smiled, if you could say that. "Become accustomed to my Miester here? Well guess what, he's mine to torture, not yours!" He cried, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

"HEY!" she screeched, knocking her hand away, a split second later, fog clamped around her eyes.

Shit... she thought instantaneously. Wait, I can see the black thing's past, but i can't see Crona's?

The thought appalled her, and she barely noticed as the fog cleared, showing a small boy with tussled black hair swinging unhappily on a swing.

"Raggy!"

"Oh, Medusa..."

A girl wearing a short dress stopped a few inches from him, out of breath and smiling, "I've been looking for you, Mother says you can come over."

"Listen, Medusa I don't feel comfortab-"

"Is this because of your dad? Forget it, just because I'm half witch doesn't mean anything, we can still be friends!"

Once again, fog cleared through it, making it impossible to see, and Krystal had to squint to see the oncoming image.

"I can't believe you got married straight out of high school."

This time the little boy was taller, his black hair now combed slightly more neatly, a dress shirt on, sitting straight up as he talked to an elderly woman. "Mother, I believe it is none of your concern."

"Ah, but it wasn't any school, it was the DWMA, am I correct? Was this girl your Miester, or just a close friend?"

"Mother, please-"

"Now now, don't be ashamed," The elderly woman commented, waving him down.

The male shook his head again.

This time Krystal covered her mouth when the fog cleared back in, this time showing the black haired man holding a small child in his arms, which was giggling.

"No, Medusa I'm sure you don't understand-"

He appeared to be talking on the phone, lopsided. The person on the other side interrupted him.

"Yes, Crona is with me, why?"

More talking from the other line.

"So? You can't do something that scarring to your own son! That is horrible, it's like suicide, it's wrong- or abortions."

This time Krystal was able to hear the voice clearly through the phone, sarcastically. "Yes, I happen to know all about abortions- which you wouldn't let me have."

The man cringed when she said this. "It's abusive, wrong, and a child should have a chance to live," he answered, all the while bouncing the child.

Then, dead-slammed Krystal was brought back to the present, half absorbed in hugging the brick wall, one hand still clamped firmly around Ragnarok's wrist.

"What the hell, princess?" The black thing asked.

She bit her lip, and finished untying the rope. "So, why can I touch Crona normally, but, not you?" she asked, pointing a finger at Ragnarok. "Especially because you too share a body."

"Hell if I know. As far as I'm concerned, I was born in this body, and intend upon staying in it, even if it kills me."

She made an impatient noise before turning back to Crona, and softly kissed him on the cheek. "Okay, you too should go before I have to lie to Maka and Soul."

Crona blushed. "Uh... yeah." He stumbled backwards down the alley.

She smiled slightly. As much as she hated that black thing, she was definitely comfortable with the pink-haired boy.

She rounded the next corner, readying herself to tell Maka and Soul the whole truth. She stopped, noticing they were both asleep against each other, against the brick of the wall. She shook her head lightly as she bent down to shake them awake.

Nothing coursed through her body when she accidently scraped across Maka's arm.

"Maka? Soul?"

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The black room had never seemed more eerie to me, even when I had been trying to save Soul from the madness. This time I was swashed in White fabric, draping down to knees, turning in curves here and there. The room itself hadn't changed, but, the fact that Soul was missing even though it WAS his soul frightened me slightly.

"Hello Maka."

I turned around, and instead of facing Soul, I was face to face with the one person I didn't even want to see in the depths of hell, swashed in their own black fabric.

"Hello April."

Author Note: What the hell just happened? Read soon to find out! And, god I finally got somewhere in this story, didn't I?

olivia the rat: As much as it seems like it, I enjoy talking to you. I enjoy to talking to everybody in fact (at least, over a computer, face to face, I'd probably have to kill half of you) Anyways, I'm one of those people who feel that everybody needs equal attention, so consider yourself in the spotlight! (the good kind)

B.V. the Epic: Hm, I wonder why? Dude, go read the chapter again.

You know, I'm thinking I'm just trying to hold out until 50 reviews. What do you guys think?