A/N: Twirl, twirl, twirl. The longest reviews I have ever had to an of my other chapters! Thank you! I is re-watching Higurashi series (evil grin), fellow Higurashi watchers, we all know how wonderfully violent and dark my thoughts are going to be. But no worries! I shall not put my emo writing in my story, well, much. I spare you the twisted violence though. This is going to be a short chapter (and a long author's note with my responses), just some details of what happened more into the night with our fluffy couple.

Responses to Reviews:

KlonoaDreams: Yes, spare the small child from fan girl squeals. But some other dark Vocaloid songs are From the Cradle to the Grave by Kaito, Trick and Treat from Len and Rin, Red River in the Woods by Miku, Dark Wood Circus by Miku, Red Swamp Bottom by Miku, Wide Knowledge of the Late Madness my Miku, Alice Human Sacrifice (Meiko, Kaito, Miku, Rin, Len). Um… that's all I can think of for creepy ones. I know you probably don't care, but, there are my examples! =3

Pollardy: Heh, I'll try to throw in some happy fluff. And violence, I love~ violence. Lets see where my demented mind will take this story.

PrimitiveRadioGoddess: Thanks for reviewing! What cartoons are you looking up? Just curious. =3

Purple-Eyed Devil: Eh-heh-heh, yeah, sorry I dragged it out so long. But I wanted to make the general plot to unfold as the slow emotions came in. I apologize for the long wait for romance.

Aisha: I'm glad you like my story! More mushy moments are to come!

UnjustToMe: No, do not hyperventilate! I does not want you to pass out D= =3 Thank you for liking my chapter!

Tuliharja: Thank you for reviewing! I'm glad my story isn't THAT predictable, and thank you for all of your compliments. I just felt the urge to throw in a giggle with Shinigami-sama, it was too funny to resist.

Sulfur Angel: Yeah, I should probably read the series. But, hey, I'm a thirteen year old that like to stay at the computer all day, type fan fictions, and watch anime. I read a lot, but only a few Stephen King books have I come to love (The Shining being my absolute favorite). As for your ultimate science/math skills, yeah, bit too young for that type of hurt to my brain. I've never liked science (and never will), so high school is bound to be hell from the looks of it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater, but the OCs are still mine. =P

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Chapter 14:

In the Middle of the Night

"Sakura no hana wa, itsu hiraku.

Yama no osato ni, itsu hiraku…"

Slowly opening her dark navy eyes, Crona looked up to the gray sky above her. Swirling rain clouds threatened to pour their tears onto the ground where she lay. The swordsman was lying in an all too horribly familiar place, the long swaying green grass engulfing her body in a cushion of vegetation and earth.

Crona glared up at the sky, already feeling the grass unnaturally die and wilt around her, turning a dull pale yellow to fit with the rest of the faded colors around her. Sitting up, Crona looked around at the thorn filled trees, listening to the cold wind as it brushed through her hair, letting the lavender locks dance gracefully around the swordsman's face.

"Sakura no hana wa, itsu niou.

Warau nano noko asobo koro…"

The gentle voice that belonged to Crona filled the otherwise quiet air, a calm soothing melody that rang out. Tilting her head up, Crona saw her replica lying across the top of the large pale gray wall, the wall that still had splatters of blood crusted on it. The replica her arms resting across her chest while her legs sung lazily on both sides of the wall.

"Sakura no hana wa, itsu odoro.

Utau nana noko nemuru koro…"

The replica was singing softly, reaching Crona's ears, the familiar voice haunting as it spoke the mournful song. The swordsman brushed some of the soil off from her dress and, with the wind softly blowing, moved some strands of hair away from her face. Recognizing the beautiful song immediately, the lyrics began to form in the depressed teenager's mind.

"Sakura no hana wa, itsu kuchiru…" the replica sang.

"Shinda nana noko, nonoru koro." Crona finished, singing the ending line quietly.

The replica's powdery eyes looked down to the swordsman below her, sitting up from the edge of the wall and putting an elbow on her knee, leaning on her fist, "Hello."

Crona's dark navy eyes locked onto her past replica as she stood up from the ground and returned grimly, "Hello…Crona."

The swordsman felt odd referring to the past replica by their name, but the replica had put on look of hurt across her face, "No honorifics?"

Crona glared up at her, "No, why should I?"

"Why don't you come sit up here like last time?" the past swordsman asked.

Sliding her blue eyes down to her arms as she brushed more dirt from them, Crona responded, "I don't really feel like climbing a tree full of thorns right now."

"Then why don't you get rid of them?"

Crona's eyes shot up to the other swordsman, "What do you mean?"

The other Crona's powdery eyes blinked childishly, "Well it is your dream, it's mine as well, but you can just wish away those thorns."

Suspiciously removing her gaze from the other swordsman, who was watching below intently, Crona glanced at the tree she had climbed before in her last dream. The thorns faded away into nothingness, leaving the tree bare of anything harmful and safe to climb up.

Warily, Crona neared the tree and brushed a testing hand over it's bark, feeling the rugged wood under the palm of her hand. Narrowing her eyes, Crona glanced back up to her past replica and back to the tree, finally hooking her hand onto one of the branches and making her way up.

Facing her replica now, by reaching the top branch as she did before, Crona stared into the pale eyes of herself with her own set navy. The replica gave a childlike smile and swung both of her legs over to the same side of the wall facing Crona, a dark look of curiosity over her face.

"Hmm, Crona, you look upset." The replica stated with wide pale eyes and feigned innocence.

Crona's deep blue eyes were narrowed threateningly, the navy color getting paler into insanity at the second, "I'm not ecstatic at the moment. I see you're not using honorifics, either."

The replica gave an amused chuckle, "We are of the same soul, merely of different time frames. Besides, you use it as an insult, whereas, I use it terms of familiarity."

Crona glared suspiciously at the strange swordsman in front of her, she was sure she never spoke that formally while living with Medusa, there was never any formal occasions to use that type of vocabulary.

"I suppose." Crona replied.

The replica smiled cheerfully, "I'm glad we've resolved that, Crona." The replica's pale powder blue eyes looked up absentmindedly toward the gray sky, tilting a head to the side, the lavender locks brushing her cheeks, "Though, I think that calling each other by the same name will be confusing."

Getting a nod from Crona, the other Crona gave another small smile, which made Crona even more suspicious. She never smiled as often as this other Crona did, not even now, with friends, did she.

The replica raised a finger to the air and put a tilt to her head in playfulness, "I'll call you by 'Present Crona' and you call me by 'Past Crona', how will that work out?"

Present Crona gave an agreeing nod, eyes still locked seriously on Past Crona in front of her, "Sure."

With a caringly cruel look, similar to the mocking expression that Medusa gave in scoffing amusement, Past Crona spoke, "You seemed really happy before you fell asleep."

'How…?' Present Crona thought.

"Do you think this is only a dream?" Past Crona asked with shocked wide eyes, "I'm your mind as well, if this were just a dream, I wouldn't be able to change your way of thought how I do."

"Y-you… can hear my thoughts too?" Present Crona more stated than asked.

With a smug smirk, Past Crona answered, "How would I have responded to your mind spoken question if I couldn't? If I am a past you, therefore being inside of your mind and memories, wouldn't it be reasonable for me to know your thoughts?"

Present Crona set her deep navy eyes to the blood splattered across the pale gray wall, "Yes, I was… content."

Past Crona chuckled happily, "Content. An under exaggeration much? Your heart was flying in "content", you seem to be taking a liking in the shinigami."

A small gray blush tinged Present Crona's cheeks, but regained her stiff and serious demeanor, "I have taken a liking to Kid-kun, but why is it 'you' and not 'we'?"

The other girl raised an eyebrow, "Simple, I'm of your past, you had close to no heart felt emotions then. The feelings you have toward Shinigami's son do not affect me."

"Mmn." Present Crona mumbled.

Past Crona sighed, "I don't see why you like that boy, he was so cruel to you."

Present Crona had a smile playing at her lips, "W-well, h-he's nice, and apologized to me. A-and, w-when he touches me, I know how to deal with it more than with anyone else."

"Ah," Past Crona breathed, "That seems sweet. But… what if he's lying?"

The present swordsman pressed the tips of her two index fingers together, "T-to be honest, n-no matter how weird it seems, I-I don't t-think I would mind very much."

"Hmph," Past Crona snorted, "That bastard is supposed to be our enemy, both of ours! Past and Present! He's right there next to you, every chance in the world to kill him!"

The past swordsman grinned, "No one would suspect you either. Medusa would have been proud of you, and isn't that what you always craved? Medusa's approval?"

Present Crona grinded her teeth, "I don't care. Lady Medusa is dead and I have friends, Kid-kun is accepting me, and I wouldn't want anything more!"

"He probably still hates you," Past Crona hissed with a smile on her lips, her sharp powder blue eyes glinting, "He's probably been lying to you the last few hours, finally deciding to kill you."

"Stop it!" Present Crona shrieked, gripping the edges of her head. This treatment… was so similar… to Medusa's.

"Hmn," Past Crona hummed airily, "Lies. You've always hated them. So why are you falling into Death the Kid's trap? Do you want to die? He could be waiting to kill you even right now."

Present Crona clenched her hands into fists at her knees, trembling and furrowing her eyebrows, eyes shut and tears swimming in her eyelashes, "E-even so… I wouldn't care. I-I would at least die after having met all of my friends and finally, even if it was fake! Having Death the Kid-san show me affection!"

"Such confidence." Past Crona said, "You seem to like this boy very much."

Present Crona's cheeks burned a dark gray, "Yes."

"Perhaps, maybe… it's love?"

Present Crona grinded her teeth together and growled lowly, "No…it…it can't…be…"

Leaning her weight onto her arms, Past Crona smiled, "Even with death staring you in the face… you cherish his affection."

Present Crona trembled in anger and embarrassment, "Yes."

"He could kill you." Past Crona stated, "You know that, but you don't care..,"

Present Crona remained silent, eyes in shadow by her lavender bangs, head hanging to look at her knees, fist clenched angrily.

"No, you don't care." Past Crona continued, leaning in toward the Present, to whisper in her ear, "Because he's holding you in his arms… love is a damned emotion that only takes advantage of people."

Tears were silently rolling down Crona's cheeks as her deep navy eyes opened to see the dark gray stones of the wall that, again, reminded her of her dream. Clutching at her neck, holding the cold metal of Lily's necklace in her palm, Crona sobbed, her body heaving with the large gasps of air she was taking in.

The arm that was holding her around her torso tightened then loosened with Death the Kid waking up to her violent trembling; his warm gold eyes blinked sleepily before comprehending that the girl beside him was crying. Kid took her shoulder and moved her to where he could see her face, the tears that were running from her chin down her neck to where her hand was; she shuddered at his moving of her, but continued to sob.

"Crona-san!" The shinigami called to her anxiously, brushing the hair away from her sweating temples, "Crona-san, what's wrong?"

The swordsman moved her hand from her neck slowly then, suddenly, she flung himself into his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck, burying herself into him. Kid was taken aback at the action, since Crona never moved first with her timidness, but hesitantly hugged Crona around her waist.

Her heaving shoulders slowed as her sobs started to lessen, but Crona tightened her grip around the shinigami, pulling her body closer to his in comfort. Kid held her close, forehead resting against the cushion of her lavender hair, asking lowly in a murmur what was wrong.

"I-I'm sorry." The swordsman apologized, "I-it was just a-a stupid nightmare."

Death the Kid lifted his head from Crona's hair and said, "It obviously wasn't stupid if you're crying."

Sniffling, Crona tried to pull away from the shinigami's arms, "N-no, you don't need to worry about me. I-I shouldn't even be bothering y-you and w-waking you up."

The shinigami tightened his grip on the girl, hands staying protectively around her, "I want to worry about you now. I want to make you feel better and feel safe."

Crona looked up with her dark blue eyes wide, "R-really?"

With a smile, Death the Kid nodded.

New tears, of happiness, filled Crona's eyes, "I… don't know h-how to deal… w-with having someone w-worried about me."

"Well, then," Death the Kid began, brushing his knuckle along her cheek, wiping away some of her tears, "I suppose you're going to have to learn how to deal with it."

Crona blinked, frozen, at the shinigami's response, the warmth in his voice and golden eyes. She slowly shortened the distance of their bodies by tightening her arms around his neck, resting her head in the crook of his neck, the cool skin against her hot forehead. The button that was undone at the top gave Crona more to savor in being close to him, taking in the scent of soap from the shinigami.

Outside, the sky was dark, the time unknown, but still very late, with several stars thrown across the black pitch, the moon grinning down onto the city. The blood was absent from his teeth tonight, no one was killed today, that was comforting. Crona sighed happily into the skin of Death the Kid's throat, enjoying how he still hadn't let go of her, and slowly falling back into slumber in her position.

The shinigami was just as content, he was marveling at how soft her body was with being so thin. Kid's thoughts were filled with hope that, since she seemed extremely comfortable with being in close contact with him, Crona would possibly have some of the same feelings he did.

Death the Kid smiled as he felt Crona's grip loosen on him and her breathing slow, he could feel her still trying to hang on to him, even in her drowsiness. He laid her back onto the mattress and her navy eyes were already closed, but she kept her hold on him loosely. Kid got the message Crona was telling him silently and didn't let go as he lay back down as well.

The swordsman let out a happy hum and curled into his chest like a kitten. Death the Kid rubbed her back, feeling her spine through the thin fabric of her dress, grinning mentally to the absence of her annoying weapon. Surely if he hadn't given Ragnarok the sedate, the shinigami would be nowhere close to where he was now, since with the weapon, Crona wouldn't have been in the danger she was in.

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A/N: Didn't I say it was going to be short? Anyways, I just couldn't seem to fit it in gracefully with my next chapter at the beginning. Please review~! Please. Unless you don't want Kid and Crona's relationship to go anywhere. Hee-hee-hee, threats. But no, seriously, please review.