…hoo boy.
This is karma, I just know it. I go looking for a Kid/Crona fic to review because I want to poke my readers even more, and…God, this is a bad one! I mean…holy shit! I can't even really describe how bad this is until you see it.
Anyway, this'll be another two-parter, so save any questions or suggestions you may have for after the second part. For now, just get ready for…this.
*gulp* Here we go…
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Looking back on everything leading to today, Crona realized that he was actually pretty lucky.
Everything that he had seen in all of the sessions should have had some effect on his relationships. His initial disappearances should have made his friends distrust him again. The first session with Maka should've completely destroyed what they had. Soul should've hated him after his experience. Black*Star and Tsubaki should've been absolutely upset with him after theirs. Yet not only did none of that happen, but his relationships with them somehow got even stronger. It boggled his mind, and it made him realize that he was incredibly lucky that that happened.
But, without even entering the theater, he knew that his luck was on the verge of running out. This was it. This was going to be the one he had been dreading.
Today, he would lose a friend.
"Ah…such wonderful architecture. The designs of the doors are intricate, yet perfectly aligned with one another. The level of work that went into making them must've been immense. Such devotion to perfection is truly something to be admired."
Crona sighed inwardly as he watched the "guests" of the day stand in front of the twin doors. Naturally, one dark-haired son-of-Death, Death the Kid, was happily standing precisely where the two doors met, arms open as he admired the symmetrical design. Crona couldn't help but wonder if their host was purposely enticing Kid in order to make him more willing to do the review.
Standing on Kid's left was the shorthaired blonde ball of hyperactivity, Patty Thompson, and on his right was her taller, longer-haired, more reserved older sister, Elizabeth. Patty was quietly balancing on the balls of her feet, while Liz was staring at the doors, arms crossed and a finger impatiently tapping on her arm.
"…OK Kid, we've admired the doors' beautiful symmetry already. Can we go in now?" Liz asked.
"Yeah! This is just getting boring! I wanna see the movie already!" Patty added.
Kid shook his head. "Absolutely not. The symmetry must be admired for the right amount of time before we temporarily ruin it by pushing them apart. Just a bit longer."
Liz sighed, shaking her head as she turned to look behind her.
"Hey, why'd you guys bring us here, anyway?"
Crona gave a slight flinch before glancing beside him at Maka. She was looking off to the side, her hands clenched together in front of her. It wasn't difficult to figure out what she was going through, he was probably feeling the same. Neither of them wanted the others to be there, but, like before, they had been "invited", and had no real choice in the matter.
Crona was brought out of his thoughts when he noticed Patty had suddenly moved from in front of the doors to right in front of his face without him noticing, causing him to jump back a bit in surprise. Naturally, a wide grin spread on her face as she let out a few giggles.
"Hey, this is gonna be a super-cool action movie, right?"
"Uh…wh-what?"
"C'mon, I wanna see some action! Big kung-fu battles, or car crashes, or random violence, explosions, fire, blood, mayhem, all the good stuff! You'd better deliver on that!"
Crona simply stared at Patty in total confusion, and was utterly relieved when Liz walked over and gently pulled her sister back a bit.
"Now Patty, don't go scaring Crona like that. You know better."
"Awww, but I'm not scaring him! I'm playing! Riiiiiight, Crona?"
Crona blinked. "U-Um…I-I guess…?"
"See?"
Liz sighed, before looking at Crona. "No offense, Crona, but you may be too nice for your own good."
Before Crona could even begin to process the implications of what Liz just told him, Patty quickly reached forward and gave him a gentle poke on the nose.
"Beep!"
Crona reflexively moved back, quickly covering his nose with both of his hands. This caused Patty to start giggling again, much to both Crona's and Liz's chagrin. Liz then looked beside him at Maka, frowning while moving closer to her.
"You alright, Maka?"
Maka looked up at Liz in mild surprise. "H-Huh?"
"You just seem kind of…distracted."
"Yeah!" Patty added. "You usually get mad at me whenever I start poking Crona, but you haven't said anything!"
Maka sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Sorry, it's just…well…you'll see soon enough, I guess…"
Liz and Patty looked at one another for a moment, before Liz looked back at Maka and Crona, a somewhat suspicious frown on her face.
"Did we miss something? I mean, if you wanted to see a movie with us, why send us letters like this is some special occasion or something?"
"Th-That wasn't us…" Crona muttered.
"Then who was it?" Patty asked.
"…I don't know…"
That wasn't exactly a lie. Despite how long Crona had been going to the theater, he was no closer to finding out just who The Host was. He hadn't really given it much thought, beyond simple curiosity. He didn't even know what he would do if he did meet The Host. He'd like to think he'd try to get him to stop dragging his friends into the same mess he was still a part of, but he had no idea how he'd be able to do that. He doubted just asking politely would really work.
He was brought out of his thoughts again by an annoyed sigh coming from Liz. "Alright, whatever. We'll play along with whatever wacky idea you guys have. C'mon Patty, let's go get our seats."
"OK!"
The two turned to head back for the doors, only to stop when Maka suddenly grabbed Liz's shoulder.
"H-Hang on a sec, Liz!"
Liz looked back. "What?"
Maka sighed, giving in and deciding to just accept the worst. "Your seats will be at the front…whatever you do, don't touch anything until we get there. Least of all any letters lying around."
Liz's look of suspicion only grew at Maka's request, but she simply sighed and pulled Patty back to the doors, the both of them returning to Kid's sides.
"Alright Kid, we've waited long enough, let's go." Liz ordered.
"Wait, hang on! Just a few more seconds and I'll have admired the symmetry for a perfectly symmetrical amount of time!"
Liz rolled her eyes. "Patty?"
"Right!"
The two of them then grabbed Kid's back and legs and lifted him up, his feet now facing the door as the Thompson's started carrying him.
"Geez, Kid! You need to cut back on the waffles!"
"AGH! Liz, don't push me in like this! My shoes will scuff the doors!"
"The maintenance guys or whoever will clean it up! Let's go!"
"At least open the doors symmetrically!"
The two of them continued to go back and forth, Patty giggling all the while, as they pushed through the doors and into the theater.
Maka sighed, turning to look at Crona. She frowned as she noticed him fidgeting where he stood, wringing his hands together nervously.
"…you OK?"
Crona flinched slightly, then shook his head.
"…I don't need to give another "this isn't your fault" speech, do I?"
He shook his head again. "N-No…that's not the problem…"
Maka tilted her head, then gently placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey…they'll be OK. The others got through this, they will too. I'm sure of it."
Crona shook his head again. "I-I know…th-that's not it either…"
"…then what is it?"
Crona turned to look at Maka, yet his eyes still darted about nervously.
"W-Well…it'll be me…and Kid…doing one of these…and…y-you know…"
Maka stared at Crona in confusion for a few moments, before slowly realizing just what Crona was hinting at. She sighed, giving him a reassuring smile.
"I'm sure there's nothing to worry about in regards to that, Crona. He isn't that sadistic…"
Crona simply stared at Maka in mild surprise in response. The two looked at each other for a good while, before Maka sighed in defeat.
"Yeah…that sounded a lot more believable in my head…"
She moved the hand on Crona's shoulder to his opposite one, her arm wrapping around his back. "Whatever it'll be, you can get through it. I'll be right there if you need any help. You'll be fine."
Crona blushed, instinctively leaning closer towards Maka. He gulped slightly, then nodded. "O-OK…"
With that, the two of them moved forward and through the doors, heading down the stairs to the front row.
Liz looked up at them as they came down the stairs.
"Hey, you didn't have to worry about us touching anything."
Maka tilted her head in confusion, but noticed what Kid was doing, and let out an annoyed sigh in response.
"Absolutely perfect!" Kid exclaimed as he stood directly in front of the table. "The table is aligned perfectly with the screen! And the ends of the screen are the exact same width, allowing the left side to match perfectly with the right! Even the letters on the table are placed an even distance from each other, allowing both sides of the table to match! Whoever designed this place is a genius! No, an artist! No, an artistic genius!"
Liz sighed, looking at Maka again. "See what I mean?"
Maka marched past Liz and Patty, heading towards Kid. Crona could tell she was already tense, and moved closer to the Thompsons, waiting for the worst to happen.
"Kid…" Maka began as she stood beside him. "It's not perfectly symmetrical."
Kid blinked, turning to look at Maka. "What are you talking about?"
"The letters…one of them is directly addressed to you three."
Kid looked at the letters again, then let out a loud, horrified gasp.
"You're right! One of the envelopes has writing on it but the other doesn't! It ruins everything! Oh, just when I thought I had found the perfectly-"
He then frowned, something dawning on him. He picked up the first envelope (taking a minute to carefully place the other in the direct center of the table) and examined it.
"…why is this one addressed to us?"
Maka sighed. "You'll…you'll find out in a second…"
Kid frowned. "…Maka, is something the matter?"
"Just…just open it…please, just do it…"
Patty tilted her head. "Why's Maka looking so sad…?"
Liz frowned. "Good question…" She then turned to look behind her. "Crona, what exactly-Crona? Crona, what's wrong?"
Patty looked back as well to see Crona shivering like a leaf, his teeth grit and his eyes widened, his entire body radiating with pure fear.
"Crona? What's the matter? Why do you look-"
But before Patty could finish her sentence, Kid finally read the letter aloud.
I apologize in advance.
Soul Eater.
Three screams rang out through the theater, each of them reflecting the pure horror running through the trio of guests. Maka attended to Kid, who was just barely staying on his feet, while Crona tried to help the Thompsons, who had fallen to their knees.
The key term in Crona's case was "tried". He looked back and forth between the two of them, unsure of what to do first. They were both screaming as though they had lost limbs, and Crona didn't know who to try and talk to first.
Before Crona could decide, though, Liz suddenly moved forward to grab Patty in a hug, holding her close while she screamed again and again. Liz's screaming had since stopped, but from the way she was still shaking, Crona could guess that she was holding hers in. And though Patty continued to scream and scream at the top of her lungs, Liz still held on to her, not moving an inch.
Soon enough, Patty's screams began to quiet down, and she soon began to just breathe heavily, face against Liz's shoulder. Crona cautiously moved closer, reaching to touch Liz in order to offer comfort.
He was shocked when Liz suddenly slapped his hand away.
He held his own hand and looked at them in surprise, only for his eyes to widen when Liz looked up at him.
It wasn't the tears that hurt Crona. No, it was the look on Liz's face. Crona honestly couldn't think of a time he had seen Liz so…angry.
And all it took was two words to explain why.
"You knew."
Crona froze, his eyes locked onto Liz's. No matter how much he wanted to (and right then, he wanted to more than anything) to look away from her, he just couldn't bring himself to. Not with so much fury clearly present in those eyes.
"You knew…you both knew this was going to happen…and you never told us…"
Liz's voice was unbearably shaky. It was as though she was focusing all of her efforts on holding back that anger that Crona could see pouring off of her. Crona just wished she would stop glaring at him like she was.
"You're supposed to be our friends…why would you keep something like this from us?"
"Liz…" Maka interrupted, looking over from where she was. "Listen, Liz, we-"
"I didn't ask you, Maka! I asked HIM!"
Both Maka and Crona flinched at the tone in Liz's voice. Crona couldn't help but continue to stare at her, the tears flowing at a faster rate.
"Why?"
That was all she said, her eyes still giving that piercing glare. Crona opened his mouth, trying to speak, but nothing came out.
He should've been used to giving this explanation by now. It was the truth. Every time it happened, it was nothing more or less than the truth. And yet…this time, with Liz holding her distraught sister, wanting to place the blame on someone, on anyone…it didn't feel like it was enough.
Even so, it was all Crona had.
He closed his mouth, took a deep breath, then began.
"He…he did something…to our heads…"
""He"? He who?" Liz interrupted.
"The Host…the one who set this up…he sent you those letters, not us…he did something to you so that…that happened to you…and he also made it so we can't tell anyone else…"
Crona's head had since lowered, his face obscured. "I…I wanted to tell you, really, I did…I…I'm sorry…"
He hated how weak it sounded. It sounded so pathetic out loud, but what apology would be good enough? How could he make Liz stop glaring at him, even now when he couldn't see her face?
"L-Liz…"
Crona's head snapped back up at Patty's voice, now very weak and worn out from screaming. Liz's head turned away from Crona, focusing now on comforting Patty as she began to sob into her shoulder.
"It's OK, Patty…it's alright…I'm here…"
Crona simply watched as Liz held Patty, gently shushing her while rubbing her back. While it was a touching scene to the average onlooker, Crona couldn't help but feel disturbed by it. Just the fact that Patty, usually an energetic and happy individual, could be reduced to tears by this…
He looked up as he saw Kid walk over, clearly worn out from his own endeavor. Without a word, he knelt down beside the Thompsons, placing his arms around their shoulders. He didn't say anything to them, and they didn't say anything to him. The three of them simply stayed there, together.
Crona looked away, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. …had to happen sooner or later… he thought. No way can they forgive me for this…
He heard the three of them move, but didn't bother looking up. Any second now… He heard a few footsteps, some moving away from him and a few moving closer.
"Hey."
Crona flinched, fully prepared for the worst. He saw a hand reach down out of the corner of his eye and tensed, almost instinctively expecting a hit. When nothing came, he slowly turned his head to look up at whoever was standing there.
He blinked in surprise as Kid gave him a reassuring smile, waving his hand slightly out of encouragement. Crona stared at him for a few seconds, before slowly taking his hand, letting Kid pull him to his feet.
"I'm so sorry…"
"It's alright." Kid replied. "I don't blame you."
I wish I could believe him… Crona thought as Kid walked away from him and over to his seat. Crona walked past them, heading over to where Maka was standing, the concern clearly evident in her face.
"Are you OK…?" she asked.
Crona stopped in front of her, looking down at his feet. After a few seconds, he simply shook his head.
Maka reached forward and pulled him into a close hug, Crona quickly doing the same to her. He fully expected to start crying right then, but…something was stopping him. It felt wrong, somehow, for him to do that. Right after what he'd just seen…
"…I hate this…" he whispered into her ear. "I hate this so much…"
He felt Maka squeeze him tighter. "I know…" she whispered back. "I do too…"
He didn't want to think about it, but some part of Crona hoped that maybe now it was over. He hated thinking of them like that, but all of the "main characters" had experienced this. Maybe that meant no one else had to go through with it. Maybe he could just keep doing the reviews without having to worry about his friends getting hurt.
No… he ordered himself. Stop. Don't get your hopes up. They're in as just as much danger now as they were before. This isn't over yet.
He felt Maka let go of him and he did the same to her. He watched her reach over to the table and grab the other letter, then followed her to their seats and sitting beside her. He looked to his right to see Patty beside him, followed by Kid and then Liz at the end.
"P-Patty…? Are you OK…?"
He fidgeted as he watched Patty rub at her eyes slightly, but was still relieved when she looked up, a small smile on her face.
"I'll live…thanks for asking…"
Crona gave a small smile of his own in response, then looked past Patty when he heard Kid gave a tired sigh.
"So…why exactly are we here?"
Maka frowned, looking at the one envelope from the table in her hand.
"Well…believe it or not, we're here to read a terrible story."
Liz leaned past Kid to shoot an incredulous look Maka's way. "Please tell me you're not serious."
"The story is about us, so, sadly, yes I am."
Patty tilted her head. "People write about us?"
"Yep, they most certainly do. And you guys really have no idea what you're in for…you in particular, Kid."
Kid blinked in surprise while the Thompsons turned to look at him. "Me? What do you mean by that?"
"From what we've read, you're…well, you're popular…" Crona explained.
"…and that's bad?"
Crona shuddered. "Very, very, very bad…"
Liz frowned. "Just how long have you guys been doing this?"
"A couple of months now, I think…" Maka replied.
"So this is where you guys have been spending your weekends?" Patty asked.
"Something like that…"
Patty looked down at Crona's lap to notice the pile of letters sitting there. "What're these?"
"F-Fanmail…" Crona replied.
"…then why do you look like they're filled with snakes or something?"
Maka sighed. "Something you guys should know right off: our fans are messed up."
Crona shuddered again as he opened his first letter. "Just watch…"
You should have had some of that punch. Because It'll fix all of your problems, and definately isn't bad for you at all.
Crona let out a loud squeak, quickly slapping the letter onto the tray in front of him.
"Punch?" Kid asked. "What's she talking about?"
"N-Nothing!" Maka interjected. "Absolutely nothing! Just a fan being completely crazy!"
Kid raised an eyebrow at Maka's and Crona's forced smiles, but felt it better to just let the subject go and looked away.
"How did she find out about that?" Maka hissed at Crona, teeth clenched.
"I don't think I want to know…" Crona whispered back.
So I heard there was no MedusaxCrona...
I will just have to fix that. And yes, there WILL be blood.
I'll tell you how it goes, since I'm SURE you'll want to know.
Crona stared at the letter, jaw now hanging open. Even after Maka viciously tore the letter away and ripped it to pieces beside him, he didn't move an inch. Even while Patty was waving a hand in front of his face, trying to get his attention, he didn't budge.
It was only when Liz spoke up that he reacted.
"…your own mother?"
This caused Crona to collapse onto his tray, letting out a low moan after doing so.
Maka sighed, gently patting Crona's back while looking at the others.
"Believe me now?"
She received three quick nods in response.
Crona sighed, sitting back up and opening another letter.
What was the picture book your mother gave you like? (ch 87)
Crona did his best to ignore the flinches and slight gasps at the chapter mention.
"Please, please, please don't ask me about that…"
(This one's more or less for the whole group) What is your opinion on Alternate Universe fics?
Maka shrugged. "Well, I guess they can be interesting in the right hands. But that doesn't mean it can be just anything. I mean, you can't exactly combine us with Power Rangers or something…"
Crona frowned. "How would that even work, anyway…?"
Patty grinned. "Ooh! Ooh! I wanna be the Pink Ranger! I wanna be Pink!"
Liz frowned. "Hey, I wanted to be Pink!"
"We can both be Pink! We'll make Tsubaki a Pink too!"
Kid blinked. "Uh, you can only have one of each colour on a team, Patty…"
"Screw that! This is our team! We make our own rules!"
"…alright then, which am I?"
"Well, you're the super-smart Green Ranger, of course!"
"…I thought the Blues were the smart ones…"
"No, those are the calm ones. That'd be Soul!"
Maka tilted her head. "…how did we get on this topic again?"
"Shush, Red! I'm thinking!"
Maka blinked. "…wait, I'm the Red Ranger?"
"Th-That makes sense…" Crona added. "Y-You would be a good leader…"
"…you think so?"
Crona nodded, while Patty continued.
"And that just leaves Black*Star as the Yellow Ranger!"
Crona frowned. "I thought Yellows were usually girls…"
"Our own team, Crona! Our own rules!"
Maka tilted her head, before clearing her throat. "Um, Patty?"
"Hm?" Patty replied, turning to look at Maka.
"You forgot to mention the most important member."
"…I did?"
"Yep." Maka said, a smile coming over her face as she wrapped an arm around Crona's shoulders. "None other than our super-cool Black Ranger who always swoops in at the last minute and saves the day."
Crona flushed heavily at that. Most important member…?
Patty crossed her arms, giving a small huff. "I didn't forget! I just didn't mention him because he's not supposed to show up until halfway through the season!"
"Uh-huh…"
Which bathroom do you usually go into?
"…which do you think…?"
Is there a reason you haven't left your dungeon room in the DWMA?
"I-I'm just used to it…I can deal with living in small places…"
Anyway, all jokes aside, dude, you're pretty cool. There's going to be some speed bumps in life but hey, everyone gets over those. Just stay strong, it'll help in the long run.
"Th-Th-Thanks…"
Crona placed the letter aside and opened his next one.
In case you noticed, one of the previous questions involved MedusaxCrona and now by the looks of things a story might be made and if it's good then more people will take it up and if it's bad then you might have to read it (There is no good option) so now I feel responsible for it.
So just wanted to say sorry for that one. Was not intended. Forgive me for what I have done.
Crona gave another groan, placing the letter with the other one.
"I don't care who's responsible for it…I just don't want to see it…"
Maka gently rubbed Crona's shoulder, trying to comfort him while he opened his next letter.
Would it be nice to know that you're probably the only character that someone in the S.E fandom hasn't made an 'This character is actually a dick/bitch'?
"I don't understand why someone would do that to any of us…I mean, you guys are the heroes-"
"You mean we." Maka interrupted, her arm wrapped around Crona's shoulders again. "We're the heroes."
"…r-right, sorry…m-my point is, why would someone try to make the heroes look bad?"
Kid frowned. "I'm not entirely sure I follow…what is this person referring to?"
"Well…" Maka began. "There was that one fic where I was a Yandere…"
Liz's expression changed to one of utter disbelief. "You? A Yandere?"
"Yep…though it would really be better if we didn't talk about that that much…"
Liz tilted her head in confusion, but noticed Maka was giving a rather pointed glance at Crona. Liz looked at him, blinking in surprise as she noticed him looking down at the floor, shaking while letting out a low growl.
"…Crona? You alright?" Patty asked, poking his shoulder.
"Not a Yandere…" Crona muttered. "Not even close to a Yandere…wouldn't know a Yandere if it stabbed them in the face, pinning them to the wall with the last stupid gawking expression frozen on their ugly mug while blood slowly pours down-"
"Crona!" Maka interrupted, pulling him into another hug. "It's alright. Just take it easy. It's in the past, not even worth thinking about now."
Crona didn't move at first, despite Maka squeezing him close. He soon let out a small sigh, looking back up at the others.
"S-Sorry…"
Did you keep any of those attacks you got from being a Kishin or whatever you were in Chapter 83?
"N-No…I can't really do most of those with Ragnarok as he is…"
Crona placed the letter aside, then frowned, looking behind him.
"…usually, he'd have something to say to that…"
"What is his problem lately?" Maka wondered.
"I have no idea…" Crona replied, opening his next letter.
Just want your reaction RAINBOW BLOOD!
Maka rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, she can't expect you to crack up just because-"
She stopped when she noticed Crona suddenly clap both hands over his mouth, trying to hide his snickering.
"…still not really getting the joke, Crona."
"I-I-I don't know!" Crona responded in between snickers. "I-It's just so…what, is this person made of Skittles or something…?"
Maka sighed as Crona resumed his muffled snickering, then shrugged when the other three looked at her oddly. After a few minutes, Crona calmed down and resumed reading.
And Breaking Point is a good story
"I'll take your word for it…"
why not move in with maka?
Crona gave another squeak, quickly tossing the letter away and grabbing the next one, trying to hide his heavy blush.
Eheh, just curious, but have you read any GOOD fanfictions, or seen any GOOD artwork? If so, I'd like to see your recommendations! Heck, if it's art it doesn't even have ot be about Soul Eater or ANY fandom for that matter. Just general artwork.
"No…I try to stay away from this sort of thing unless I have to deal with it…and I don't really look at art much…"
Steering clear of romance or negativity like I see on so many other fan mail notes...what's a particularly good memory that you know of? Once again, this is a pretty broad question in general, that's all its intended to be.
"…pass."
Did you perchance happen to run into Excalibur at one point?
"No, Ragnarok's made sure that that hasn't happened…"
Kid grimaced. "For once, a wise decision on his part…"
Yes, I'm REALLY well aware that every fanfic you read so far is terrible, but which one of the bunch you read WASN'T so bad?
"…I guess that Maximum Ride fic wasn't so bad…but that was only because it looked like someone actually proofread it…"
Maka frowned as Crona opened his next letter. "That's it? That's the only reason?"
"Y-Yeah…the content wasn't exactly…accurate."
I refer to you as a 'pinkette' sometimes. Bluenette does sound weird though.
"…that's just…weird…"
Holy hell, you're a brony! Rock on with your manly self, Crona.
Crona winced as he heard a loud gasp come from Patty.
"You're a brony?" she almost shouted.
"Uh…I-I guess-URK!"
He was cut off when Patty suddenly wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him closer, gigantic grin on her face.
"I knew it! I knew there was an awesome dude buried under that dress!"
"Robe!"
"Whatever! And awesome dudes get awesome hugs!"
Crona started tapping his hand against Patty's arm. "Not a hug! Headlock! Headlock!"
Patty quickly let go of him, giggling while Crona rubbed his head.
"Sowwy. I missed."
(But RainbowDash is best pony.)
Maka gave a slight scoff. "Hardly."
"Hey!" Patty interjected. "You watch what you be saying about Dash!"
"Oh, so sorry I'm not a fan of the jerk of the group."
"Them be fightin' words!"
Crona gave a small whimper. How did I get caught up in this…?
Just gonna say it- Jellybeans. Nice little piece of imagery there for ya.
Crona shuddered, trying not to scream or moan or give off any other negative reaction.
Patty tilted her head. "What's the deal? I thought you liked jellybeans."
"P-Please don't ask…"
You might have been expecting some very... embarrassing comments from me, but nope, not today.
Maka leaned over, staring incredulously at the letter. "…she's kidding, right?"
"The sad part is that I don't think she is…"
Wouldn't it be just silly to mention you being romantically paired with whoever the "surprise" guest is? Perish the thought.
Crona gave another groan, his face falling against his tray. "I knew it…"
Maka sighed, patting Crona's back while leaning over to look at Kid. "See what I mean?"
Kid frowned, then pointed at the Thompsons. "She was talking about Crona and Liz or Patty, right?"
Maka simply looked away, while Crona didn't move. Kid's eyes slowly widened.
"That…that was what she meant, right? …right?"
I originally had more questions for you, but I decided to postpone those until a later date.
"Great…"
Crona tossed the letter aside, then picked up another one and handed it to Patty.
"This one's actually for you guys…"
Kid blinked, reaching over and grabbing it before Patty could. "They knew we were coming?"
"I-It's just addressed to "the guest stars"…"
Maka frowned as Kid opened the letter. "Even so, he brings up a good point: How'd she know they were coming?"
"M-Maybe The Host tells people about them…?"
"Then why haven't didn't Soul, Black*Star, or Tsubaki get any?"
Crona simply shrugged, while Liz leaned over to look at Maka.
"Hang on…they came here too?"
Maka sighed. "Yeah…like I said, we've been at this a while…"
Just gonna say hi. Nothing weird or awkward being mentioned here.
"Judging from what we've seen, I shouldn't hold my breath…" Liz remarked.
Also-
Tell me your favorite color(s).
"…never mind."
"I already said pink!" Patty shouted.
"Likewise."
"Black, I suppose…" Kid added.
He then looked at Crona as Crona opened his last letter. "That wasn't so bad…"
"If you were staying after this, they would get so much worse…"
"How do you know we won't be staying?"
"The "guests" never do…well, except for Maka…"
Maka sighed. "Very long story there. I'll tell you guys later."
You're Brony? :o Respect.
"…what's that thing between the two words there?"
"Another emoticon." Maka explained.
"Oh."
Would you rather go out and do something with Maka, or just sit around and hang out?
Crona blushed. "I-I don't know…e-either one is fine…"
He then noticed Patty staring at him, a big smile on her face.
"Wh-what?"
"Oh, noooooothing…" she replied, smile getting larger.
Liz sighed. "Must you, Patty?"
"Yes! I must!"
Liz shook her head in exasperation, which only served to confuse Crona further. Maka, meanwhile, decided to open her first letter.
I don't have much to say to you, except you're just amazing.
"Gee, thanks…"
Also out of everyone in Soul Eater, you seem to be the most mentally stable.
"Trust me, that's going to change the longer I do this…"
Liz frowned while Maka opened her next letter. "…honestly, how bad is this gonna be?"
"Worst-case scenario? You won't be sleeping for a good while."
"…great."
what was the first thing you used the maka chop on?
"My dad. Long story…"
Really happy that there is no fic about you making friends with asura.
"Oh, I'm willing to bet there's more than one featuring us becoming more than "just friends"…"
Kid faltered slightly. "The Kishin? You and…Asura?"
"I told you, our fans are messed up."
What did you do with the Maka note?
"…the what?"
favorite My Little Pony?
"Applejack. Because she's a righteous asskicker."
Patty scoffed as Maka opened her next letter. "Dash is cooler."
"Watch it."
One time, I saw that when two souls aren't in sync with each other, something happens to make it impossible for the weapon to be wielded by a meister, taking Black*Star's inability to lift Soul for example, or his handle burning your hands. Unless someone is a Mary Sue, this is always the case, right?
"That is exactly correct. The two or more souls need to be in sync with one another in order to fight properly, which is definitely not as easy as it sounds."
If I may ask, what IS that Little Demon that lurks around in Soul's subconciousness? Quite the odd character he is...
"I honestly have no idea…maybe a manifestation of the black blood?"
Crona frowned. "I can't really say…"
Something I've been wondering for a REALLY long time...do you think there's such thing as an afterlife? I highly doubt EVERY soul gets eaten by some pre-kishin or something of that sort. Ooooor perchance am I missing something about what happens to uneaten souls.
"I'd like to think there is…I imagine Lord Death just sends whatever souls we take to him to the other side, whatever it is…"
Patty turned to look at Kid while Maka opened her next letter. "Kid, wouldn't you know?"
Kid sighed, shaking his head. "No, unfortunately. Father hasn't told me what he does with the souls we take to him. I imagine he's waiting until it's time for me to take his place for that."
"You'll tell us then, right?"
"Unless I am strictly forbidden to do so…which, I have a feeling I will be…"
You get NORMAL QUESTIONS today. Lucky you.
"Yeah, I'm just gonna go ahead and not believe you."
How was your day?
"Fine, until a short while ago."
Did you have anything interesting for breakfast?
"I guess, if Cocoa Puffs can be considered "interesting"."
I think you'd look nice (more so than usual) in blue.
"When I want fashion advice, I'll consult someone I can actually see."
If you've stopped lovin' Trance-fusion, would you consider dub-step? Not the really annoying kind, but something more calm (which actually exists, go figure).
"I doubt it."
And that's as much normalcy as you will get from me. From now on, everything will go back to being strange and awkward.
"Gee, can't wait."
Patty tilted her head as Maka opened her last letter. "Hey, I think she might've been coming onto you, Maka."
"…why in the hell would you think that?"
"Well, she said something about you looking "nicer than usual", right?"
Maka frowned, then picked up the letter in question, reading it over again. Once she finished, she looked back up at Patty.
"…y-you're probably just reading too much into it…right?"
Crona leaned over to read the letter, then looked at Patty as well. "Th-That doesn't make any sense, though…I mean, I'm the one she's obsessed with!"
The two looked at him as what he just said slowly sunk into his head. He placed a hand over his face, giving an embarrassed groan.
"…I can't believe I just said that…"
Maka shivered, dropping the letter onto the ground in front of them. "L-Let's just deal with the last couple of questions already…"
Is Soul really heavy when he's in weapon form?
"No, as long as our souls are synchronized, I can lift him easily."
Do you prefer warmer or cooler weather?
"I prefer springtime weather, mostly. Not too hot and not too cool."
Maka sighed, placing the letter with the others and picking up the envelope she got from the table. She ripped it opened and unfolded the contents, already expecting the worst.
Now that that's out of the way, I should take a moment to explain something to the two of you, Maka and Crona:
This is by no means the end of the guest stars. I regret to tell you that there will be at least one more session with them. I will not say who, but I can guarantee you won't like it.
Onto today: As I'm sure you've already guessed, this will involve the three guests in some way, and I'm almost positive one of you has guessed in which way. You most certainly will not enjoy this one, and I can't really expect you to make it through this in one piece.
The story is called The love triangle by 8YRTTEMYS-SYMMETTRY8.
Best of luck.
Maka growled, crumpling up the letter and throwing it to the ground.
Just perfect… she thought. Not only does he tell us that more people are going to be brought in, not only does he pretty much confirm what Crona was thinking, but he does it in that bullshit "I regret doing this" attitude of his…
""One of you has guessed"?" Kid repeated. "…he doesn't…he's not saying…"
Crona gave a low whimper. "I definitely can't deal with this…"
Maka sighed, reaching over and hugging Crona. The lights then went down, and the show began.
/
Hey everybody! My first fan fiction,
Maka: Always a bad sign.
and I'm proud to say, that its cronaxkid!
Crona: *groans* I knew it…
Kid: But…why? Why…us?
Maka: It's a mystery of the universe…
DICLAMER: I don't even need to tell you that I don't own soul eater or any of the characters-
Patty: Then why'd you just do that?
you'd already know that if I did, there would definitely be a whole lotta cronaxkid moments…
Liz: Why, so this could actually make some modicum of sense?
Kid: I don't get it…just what are they basing this on?
Crona: That one time at the party where you were nice to me…
Kid: …seriously? This is all because I was trying to comfort you one time?
Crona: That's all I can think of…
Maka: And the weird part is, it's the second most popular pairing of our fandom.
Kid: WHAT?
Patty: What's the first?
Maka: *points at self* Take a wild guess…
So yea, I definitely don't own soul eater. PS: I think Crona is a boy, only I don't wanna right yaoi
Maka: Then why are you writing this?
Crona: Wait…that would mean that…*facepalm* Oh no…
Kid: …this will not end well, by any means.
"Black Star! I thought I told you to leave Crona alone!" Makka yelled at the top her of her lungs.
Patty: Who's Makka?
Maka: Me, supposedly…
Makka, Kid, Crona, Black star and Soul had been walking home from another day at Shibusen, when Black Star had voiced his opinion over Crona's gender. "WHAT?" Black star responded, equally annoyed-"I was asking! I mean, really! Don't you wanna know too?"
Crona: *head hits tray*
Maka: For the love of…why is that always a hot-button topic? I knew he was a boy from the start!
Crona: *looks up* Y-You did?
Maka: Of course I did! It was obvious! Right, guys?
Kid: U-Uh…c-certainly!
Patty: Y-Yeah, totally obvious!
Liz: N-No doubt at all!
Maka: …
Makka's arm rose and fell, as a gigantic medical book collided with the cocky meister's skull. Everyone else sweat-dropped.
Liz: People don't actually do that, you know.
Makka then cut her eyes at Soul,
Maka: Ow!
daring him to make even a comment on Crona's gender, but stopped once she saw Ragnarok popping from her/his spine. "I know what Crona is!" Everyone upon hearing this stopped, even Crona, who at the time was rubbing her/his right arm with her/his left hand.
Patty: Why do you do that, anyway?
Crona: F-Force of habit…
Black star started to say something when Soul covered his mouth with his hand, silencing the egotistic boy in a warning gesture. "Can't everyone just leave Crona alone?" Makka voiced.
Maka: What the misspelled copy of me said!
"FINE! If you don't want to know, I'll just leave! Besides, I wasn't gonna tell a stupid pigs crap like you anyway!" Ragnarok retorted- everyone cringed, waiting for one of Makka's famous chops,
Maka: Oh please, he's called me worse.
Crona: Th-This is true…
while at the same time secretly cursing her for ruining their only chances to figure out what exactly Crona was. "M-M-akka!" Crona stuttered as he/she caught a glimpse of the book from earlier in a direct route towards Ragnarok( he would easily be able to outrun the book and pop back inside, letting Crona take the blow).
Maka: You clearly underestimate the chop, then.
She stopped- "Yes Crona?" In the backround everyone sighed with relief, except for Ragnarok who stuck out his over sized, slimy tongue. "I- I'm a …" Everyone leaned in, including Kid, and Makka, who both secretly wanted to know more than the others. "I-I-…" Crona cringed as Black star suddenly pushed himself into his/her face, a malicious grin playing across his lips, as he tried to read his/her mind through his/her eyes. "I- I don' know how to deal with this!" He/she suddenly cried, while fleeing from the crowd of gazing and curios eyes.
Kid: In his…er, her defense, that was a serious invasion of personal space. …and incidentally, why must the writing be clustered together like this? Not only is it difficult to read, it's not even close to symmetrical!
"BLACK STAR!" They all cried in unison- with one deadly swing the thick book slammed into said boys head once again, as even Kid turned away in disgust.
Kid: "Even" me? …I'm not sure if I should be offended by that or not…
~nya~nya~nya~nya nya~nya~nya~nya(line breaker
Maka: If you need to tell us that that's a line breaker, it failed at its job.
Crona hugged her knees in an attempt to reassure herself as she rocked slowly in Mr. Corner, going over what had happened earlier in her mind. Finding that this alone did not help much, she turned to the hell inside her head.
Crona: That wasn't what I was referring to when I said that…
On the beach inside her circle, her shadow appeared in front of her. "Everyone was wondering what you were again today- isn't that strange?" "Pass" "Even Makka wanted to know- how does that make you feel?" "Pass." "You know, I bet if Kid knew you were a girl, he'd consider talking to you more…" "…"
Liz: OK, why is it so important that Kid knows?
Maka: I'd recommend against getting your hopes up for an explanation, Liz.
Liz: So, I should just resort to "this makes no goddamn sense"?
Maka: Sounds about right.
Just then, a knock was heard on the other side of the door. For a second, Crona hesitated, then with a shaky voice said, "C-come in." The door creaked open to reveal Makka. For a second, she feared that she had brought Soul or Black Star or Kid along, but was relieved to see that she had come by herself. "OH! Hello Crona!" Makka greeted with a smile. "I just wanted to come over to bring you this!" Crona's gaze fell on a neatly arranged basket of fruits, decorative soaps, and a small bag with a tiny goldfish inside. Makka noticed her look of confusion and laughed lightly. "Oh," she said. "It's just something we all whipped together since your still getting used to us and all. You know, to remind you that you could join us at your own pace!" Crona's body shivered suddenly- "Join at my own pace?" she thought "That's would Kid had said… maybe he had contributed!"
Kid: Why are you people trying to make me regret attempting to comfort a friend? I thought I was supposed to be the popular one!
Crona: "Popular" usually means "strangely obsessed" when it comes to most of our fans…
Kid: …you're speaking as though you have experience on the subject.
Crona: You heard the letters…
Sure enough, as though reading Crona's mind, Makka pulled out a very balanced and symmetrical painting of a gigantic butterfly in the middle, with two elegant trees on either side, a single branch for each tree facing toward the direction of the butterfly. Makka made a face- "Oh and this is from Kid. I told him that not everyone was an obsessive- compulsive weirdo like him, but he insisted on getting you something 'perfect' so.." She handed Crona the strange, though rather interesting painting, a look of disgust on her face. Crona on the other hand, stared at it with a look of amazement on her face, a sudden realization coming to her- "Does Kid... except me?
Kid: If by that, you're wondering if I would be interested in someone except for Crona, then yes, yes I would be! …no offense, Crona.
Crona: None taken whatsoever…
A/N; well that was my first chapter! And it was good no?
All: NO!
Anyhow, the next chapter is in Makka's point of view, and also on the Makka and Blair's plan to figure out whether Crona is a boy or girl!
Maka: *facepalm* Is it humanly possible for you people to not make that a plot point?
Yaz!Review if you like it!
Patty: Doesn't that mean we should stop now?
Maka: Believe me, I wish that logic worked…
A/N: Hey everyone again! How you guys doing?
Crona: Miserably.
Well, in this chapter, were going to see things from Makka's point of view and its going to be a little longer.
Liz: I can barely contain my joy.
Umm, anyways, Kid's point of view will be in chapter 3 and we will see why Crona is concerned of whether Kid likes her or not in this chapter.
Maka: Oh, I just can't wait for this explanation…
Well, enjoy. Ps: This takes place starting after Crona has left, a little before she has gone to Crona's house
Patty: Why not just say that it takes place after Crona left? That just makes it sound confusing…
Crona: Unnecessarily confusing is something we've started to expect from these…
"Crona!" The pigtailed meister protested. With a quick movement, Kid grabbed her arm, then gasped and grabbed the other. In a fluid motion, she turned around ready to fight and recoiled once she saw the look on his face.
Kid: Why? Was there a pimple on there? …was it only on one cheek? Oh God, Liz! That's absolutely horrifying!
Liz: Kid, relax, you're fine.
Maka: And why did he grab both of my-no, no, never mind, don't answer that.
"It's ok," he muttered, what looked like regret playing across his golden rod eyes that told her more than they intended too.
Patty: You have golden rods for eyes, Kid? That sounds so weird!
"Yeah Makka,let Crona be. *cough* it*cough* just wants to be left alone right now." Soul added- it was his turn to be damaged by the unforgiving book that tended to materialize into the pigtailed girls hand.
Liz: …well, that was just unnecessarily dickish of him.
Maka: My thoughts exactly.
What sounded like 'not cool' was heard somewhere in the backround.
Crona: "That's my catchphrase, by the way. Did you know that?"
Choosing to ignore this, Makka took to thinking over the ordeal with Kid. "But, Crona's depressed enough as it is! I should go help him! Her feelings are probably hurt! And Black star get up! I didn't hit you that hard!" (In truth, she had made a dent into his head, hitting him half for being obnoxious, and half for ruining the answer that so many people wanted to know- leaving him in a sticky pool of blood that surrounded his entire body).
Maka: She must've swung two-handed.
Crona: Th-Then Black*Star's dead?
Maka: Please, this person wouldn't be able to comprehend the power of the chop even if I chopped her myself. …which doesn't sound like a bad idea, come to think of it…
"Well… Crona needs to get used to us at his own time- no doubt she'll get sick of being alone with Ragnarok anyway, and besides, we don't want to seem like were pressuring – uh,…" He paused, choosing to avoid the rest of the sentence, not wanting to refer to Crona as 'it'. Makka gave Kid the same glare she had given Soul earlier. "Hmm… Kid's acting a little weird- since when did he of all people care! He better not be messing with Crona's head or something or I'll-"
Patty: Hey! Is this bitch trying to say that the rest of us don't care about Crona?
Kid: …I suppose it could be interpreted that way…
Patty: That's fucking bullshit! He's our friend too! We obviously care about him! Who the fuck is she to say that we don't?
Crona: …*blush*
Patty: That's it! As soon as this is over, me and Liz are gonna hunt this one down and give her a good old-fashioned Brooklyn curbstomping!
Liz: Hey, don't go dragging me into random murder again, Patty!
Makka's inward thoughts were interrupted as the slender grim reaper leaned forward, a smirk on his face. "I know how you feel. It's just that Crona needs time to figure out how to deal with things on… his/her own." A wild blush appeared on her face as he whispered the comment into her ear.
Kid: …what in the world…?
Maka: …oh you have got to be kidding…
"Well then, fine!" she screeched, a feeling of guilt at the sensation she got etching into her voice.
Crona: *twitch* "Screeched"?
She pulled herself out of Kid's firm grasp. "If you guys don't care about Crona, then so be it. But I'm going to go find him! I mean…." She ran off, wishing she knew just what to call Crona. Kid sighed, Black Star twitched on the floor, and Soul wondered why Kid was so close to Makka when he had whispered into her ear, a tinge of jealousy stabbing at his heart.
Maka: Oh, great, totally didn't see that coming…
Slowing down once she was good and far away, Makka sighed and took in her surroundings. Here she was, back at Shibusen, where she knew that Crona lived. But maybe Kid was right- if she constantly pestered Crona like she had been doing; it might seem like they were pressuring her. But no, she couldn't listen to Kid… after all he was the one that…
Kid: …that what? What did I do now?
Maka: They'll only tell us when the necessary amount of drama has been force-fed into this…
anyhow, she just hoped that Crona would understand, and turned slowly back in the other direction almost cursing herself for leaving Crona with Ragnarok.
Crona: Why are they making it sound like a big deal…? It's not like he tortures me or anything…
Maka: Yeah, but it still can't be pleasant…
Crona: W-Well, no…but not that bad…
FLASH BACK~FLASH BACK~FLASH BACK
Patty: Hey! We're having a flashback!
Liz: …yes, Patty. Yes we are.
It was the night of the party, the day that Kid invited everyone to his home, boasting all the while over how symmetrical the decorations were.
Maka: Just how many parties to you guys have, anyway?
Kid: Too many, from the looks of things…
Patty: Oh, don't be such a pooper, Kid! You can never have too many parties!
Maka: …I thought your favourite was Rainbow Dash, not Pinkie Pie.
Patty: It's a tie!
Makka danced lightly on her toes with Soul as 'Soul mates' boomed from the radio.
Liz: Wow, I am just stunned by the subtlety there. Stunned, I tell you.
Once the song was over, and both weapon and meister were satisfied from the awkward dance, they broke apart blushing furiously. "Uh, yeah, I'm going to go see where Black*Star and Tsubaki went…" Soul said nervously. "O- Ok." Makka replied. She secretly wished that he would stay, but didn't dare say anything more.
Maka: *eyeroll* Ugh.
Once the scythe had moved out of sight, Makka's eyes rested on Crona, who was sitting in the corner while Kid hovered over her, an angry look on his face. Hmm. She thought what they are doing… Her question was answered when she came within earshot of the two. "It's just your hair! That's it! I just want to change your hair is all! I promise it won't look like a bowl, but it'll probably take only two or three days!"
Kid: …Crona, really, if you just let me even it out-
Maka: No, Kid.
Kid: But it won't even-
Maka: No.
Kid: But it'll only take-
Maka: I've got a dictionary with me and I'm not afraid to use it!
Kid was saying in a slight whine. He then collapsed to his knees, a look of determination on his face. He slowly looked up to stare into Crona's eyes, and then frowned. "…" Everyone waited to see what he'd do… "PWEASE, PWEASE, PWEASE, PWEASE!"
Kid: One time! I only did that once! Why are you making me do it again?
Maka: Because the author has no originality, that's why.
Makka was just getting ready to bring down her book when Crona spoke up- "Um, I d-don't know how to deal with this…" In a look of defeat, Kid stopped and rose up from the ground. "Ok then Crona… I'm sure that you'll get sick of your silly a-symmetric style in due time. Besides, symmetry is beauty! No one would be able to resist!" Before either Makka or Crona could respond, he fluttered off, looking a little disappointed though still as though he would get to change Crona's hair soon. "M-Makka…" at the complete surprise at Kid's attitude, she almost forgot why she had come over, and snapped into reality at her name being called. "Yes… Crona?" Looking down, with embarrassment, Crona asked- "Do- do you think that Kid might… hate me…?" All of a sudden anger flared through the sandy haired meister's body- How dares he? Making Crona upset like that! Who the crap cares about symmetry anyway?
Patty: Hey! Learn to swear, bitch! Shitty-ass fuckballs! It's not that hard!
"I'll be right back…" she said aloud, leaving Crona in the corner. She spotted Kid right away and began stomping in his direction. He had his back turned to the party, and before she could reach him, he headed toward the staircase of the large house. Makka followed him, choosing to stay on the quiet side- for now. As suddenly as he reached the staircase, he turned around suddenly, just as Makka jumped toward him- in a split second, the two collided into each other, Kid landing on his back, where as Makka stumbled on top of him, not having enough time to back away.
Maka: *facepalm* Unbelievable…
Kid: …they aren't…they aren't really…
Liz: How clichéd can you possibly get?
Maka: Wait a little longer, you'll see.
No one knew this at the time, but Blackstar was hiding in the backround, to later tell Soul what happened.
Crona: …Black*Star was actually sneaky?
Maka: Now I know this author's an idiot.
For a while Kid and Makka stared at each other, both trying to read each other's emotions, while at same time blushing rather hard. "Why you…" Makka nearly exploded. Kid on the other hand seemed to be paying more attention to how symmetrical her pigtails suddenly looked and leaned forward. "Makka…" He whispered, a little closer than she had earlier realized."Ugh." Makka voiced feeling a little sick.
Maka: I know exactly how she feels…
Kid: *groans* Why do people enjoy doing this to us…?
She had no idea whether or not what she had felt that day was attraction or not. After all, she had gotten the same feeling when she was close to Soul, so how could she possibly be falling for someone like *shudder* Kid?
Kid: Well, that was a completely unnecessary blow to my ego.
In a final attempt to sort out her feelings, she pictured herself first with Soul (as she expected, she got that that warm fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach)
Maka: Stomach virus.
then Kid. As she imagined the day of the party again, she got the same feeling, yet this time it was as though something else was behind it. Something like… she couldn't place her finger on it, but she was sure that it was somewhere on the tip of her tongue.
Maka: That would be the stomach virus making me throw up.
"I got an idea!" She said out loud, choosing to ignore the pestering sensation- she placed her left fist firmly into her right hand. "I'll go see Crona! And maybe get him a gift!" she ran into the direction of her home (she tended to run about randomly at times)
Maka: I do not!
Crona: Why is this person just randomly imposing character traits onto us…? It makes no sense!
and stood breathlessly in the hallway, scanning the living room for any sign of Soul. Soul must have been in his room, for instead she saw only a small lump of fur- Blair. She tried sneaking quietly into the room, so as not to be caught alone with the flirtatious cat. She failed- "Nya! Makka-Chan! You're back!" The cat said in a sing song voice, turning over from her position on the couch. "Nya~! I've been waiting all day for something fun to do! Soul's been holed up in his room all day for some reason!" At that she transformed back into a woman with cat ears. Makka quickly noted her bikini top that was a little too tight on her, and small panties barely covering what Makka would rather not see. No wonder Soul's confined to his room. At this thought Makka perked up a little- that must prove that she truly loved Soul more!
Liz: …how do you figure? He could just be-
Maka: *covers ears* La la la, I can't hear you!
Blair tilted her head curiously in the smaller girl's direction. "Nya~! And what is Makka-Chan thinking about?" Before Blair had said anything, Makka had not noticed the furious heat seeping along her cheeks. "I know- Nya ha! Your' thinking about Soul- aren't you! I don't blame you; he's such a cute scythe boy! He's soooo cool! Nya!" Blair smiled as though yearning to knock down the door to Soul's room. "N-no! How- Why would you" "Nya ha-ha! It's ok Makka, Blair-Chan knows all about the party and about your feelings for Kid-o kun too!" If this was meant to reassure Makka, then Blair was sadly mistaken. Instead, she succeeded in causing the young meister to blush all the more red. Not taking the hint, Blair continued- "Yep! Nya~! I was soooo bored that I couldn't help myself and ended up going through the stuff in your room when Soul-kun ran away! Then I noticed this adorable little diary," she paused to hold up a journal with a picture of Makka and her father (the picture of her father was found in an album, but was spared because of it being when her dad looked even slightly responsible holding a baby Makka while reading her a story)
Maka: …
Kid: That's more than a little creepy…
Liz: Way more…
"and dug through some pages and had lots of fun reading about the party! I wish I was there."
Crona: And Blair wouldn't invade someone's privacy like that! …right?
Maka: Y-Yeah, I'm sure she wouldn't…
Again she paused, this time to pout slightly, then immediately perked back up. "So, tell me Makka- who do you think you like more- Kid or Soul? Nya~ go ahead!" There was an awkward silence, and then Makka realizing defeat sighed with the acceptance of her fate. "Fine- but don't say anything to anyone okay?" Blair nodded eager to find out what was what. "I think it may be Soul, but that feeling with Kid that I got- I just can't explain it… and I'm a little afraid that if Crona's a girl, she might like Kid- what would I do if I like Kid and just didn't know it yet- or if Kid liked me- how could I know?" Blair, who had been listening intently, gave her fingers a quick snap- "Nya! I know! We'll do three tests! The first will be to see if Crona's a boy- or a girl. The next will be to see what your true feelings are- whether you like Kid or Soul- and the last one will be to see if Crona has a love for some one! Nya~ it's perfect!"
Maka: Oh dear God, I'm hatching a plan with Blair.
Liz: In any real-life scenario, this would be disastrous. Here, however, it's probably going to turn out just fine.
Kid: …and how would you know that?
Patty: Maybe it's because of those books she keeps stored under her-
Liz: Patty!
Makka couldn't help but agree with the frisky kitten.
Maka: Just how many blows to the head did you take in the last hour or so?
"Ok, but how?" She asked. There was a moment of silence while they thought their choices over. "Ok, well first we'll go to Crona's!" Blair started- "Oh! I was just headed there- I wanted to get him a gift!" Makka responded. "Nya! Ok good- let's make a basket, then we'll make everyone add their own little gift to it so we can figure out if Crona acts strangely when she gets a certain one!" "Great! That'll tell us if she or he likes anyone!" "Nya! And once we figure out who she or uh, he likes, we'll be able to see if she/he is a boy or a girl- (unless she/he might be a yaoi or Yuri, in which case we'll have to come up with a plan B!"
Crona: …"a" yaoi or "a" yuri?
Liz: They're called "gays" and "lesbians", you frickin' weeaboo.
Maka: Thank you.
"Well, we'll just have to wait and see." "Nya! And finally you Makka- Chan- we'll set you up on separate study dates with first Soul, then Kid, and we'll see who you react to better- just hide me somewhere and I'll act as your horoscope and figure out who you make the best chemistry with! Nya! I love this plan!"
Crona: …I just noticed something. They're basing all of this off of just random "feelings" she's getting…
Maka: Right…
Crona: But what about other stuff? Like whatever qualities she would find attractive in another person? Just going by one random fluttery feeling won't work if the two of them aren't actually compatible…
Maka: Ding ding ding! Congratulations! You just pointed out the core problem of this entire fic! Liz, tell him what he's won!
Liz: You get to walk away with the satisfaction that you actually have a working brain, which is more than can be said for the person writing this fic!
Crona: …yay?
Makka, who had been nodding up and down rapidly stopped at this, and for a second feared that she was blushing. "O-ok, but if it turns out that I like Kid, and so does Crona… well- I'll Makka chop myself!"
Maka: Oh, that sounds so tempting right now…
she said with certainty. After all, Soul was her partner, and Kid couldn't exactly have a threesome (could he)
Kid & Maka: WAGH!
Kid: That was completely unnecessary!
and Crona deserved to have Kid- not her.
Liz: Why? Honestly, Crona just pointed it out. Why should they be together? What's the attraction? Do you understand anything about romance at all?
EARLIER PARAGRAPH REPEATED HERE
Patty: What was the point in that? It didn't even lead to anything different! It was just the one bit from the party again!
END FLASHBACK~END FLASHBACK~ END FLASH BACK~
Crona: …that whole thing was a flashback?
Patty: Liz, I'm confused.
Liz: Don't look at me, I'm as lost as you are.
A/N: Ok, well guys, that was the chapter- and since I'm afraid that I wasn't clear on what's going on-I tend to stray from the subject at times- I'll explain everything. You see, Makka isn't sure whether she likes Soul or Kid, but Crona likes Kid. In the (hmm) 4th chapter I think, I'll explain who Makka likes- or maybe somewhere in chapter 3. Anyhow, I know that it's a slight MakkaxKid, but I assure you, that it's meant to be Cronaxkid; I just forgot what my main goal in this story was.
Maka: You know, if you have to explain in the author's notes what you were trying to get across, you've clearly failed to do your job properly.
Maybe later Liz and Patty will appear,
Liz: Maybe? Oh, gee, how fortunate for us! I mean, it's not like we're important to Kid or anything!
and of course Tsubaki. Makka is determined to figure out her true love where as Crona is learning how to deal like someone- stay tuned for the next episode, To see what Makka was feeling at the party, and what Kid will do, once he's alone with Makka, and what Soul will do, and also on what Crona will do! Yea! Oh! And PS: Makka is wondering why he of all people cares since her biggest fear is that Crona is a girl, and they both share the same love interest (that is, if Makka likes kid) and is still a little angry because he called Crona a-symmetric when everyone knows he hates a-symmetric things, since Crona's feelings were hurt cause she thought Kid hated her and ps: this is the best i can do about the spacing problem; ok i fixed it! it now shows the first half of the flashback, so now you dont have to be confused! but i really dont know how you professionals space it- im such a noo -_-' ehh
Maka: …did any of you guys catch any of that?
Crona: Uh-uh.
Patty: Nope.
Kid: No.
Liz: 'Fraid not.
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OK, this is taking longer than I thought, so I'll stop here.
Next part will be up soon.