Argh! I have no excuse and no reason as to why this took me so long… *cries*
Only that I struggled to write this…. Between being busy, going to Manchester comicon, and dealing with something emotional…. I was a mess XDDD.
Also I found it hard to find time as well, as whenever I had free time to write my friends wanted me. I can't say no, I just can't, I feel mean. So I sacrificed writing time to be with friends…
Sorry ; ;. But a big thank you to FlailingKittyLover and AkireRosales for poking me till I had black and blue bruises to make me complete this sorry chapter! XD ROFL
Hope you like!
The clack and bang of the tracks rang out into the narrow space. The thundering boom filled the man made space as they travelled along. The noise was predictable and normally easy to ignore as you sat in comfort and watched the world zip by through the windows. However… Soul was on edge. He was sat down in the train carriage, listening to the bump of the tracks and only feeling more and more irritated. His tenseness travelled through his body as he unintentionally tapped his foot on the floor and dug his fingers into his arms. He had crossed them as soon as the journey began and he had not let up. His eyes were sharp as he gritted and grinded his teeth together. He was not happy.
He should have been. In fact… he had been looking forward to getting out there. Out of the DWMA finally and being able to do… something! Not just rotting away inside that place and fretting over Maka. The girl who was so close to him she felt like family. In fact… they all were. Him and Maka, Black Star and Tsubaki, even Kid and the Thompson sisters. They were like a family. But… that Crona. He was ripping them apart.
Somewhere… in the back of his mind. He knew this was down to Medusa… that disgusting pig of a witch. The very name sent such a burning anger to rattle through his bones. He had never been a highly strung person before, he preferred to just take everything in his stride. But it was impossible. This was like trying to ignore a knife wound in the gut. Impossible. It affected him. He dared to see anyone who it would not affect. So yes… he knew it was all down to Medusa. But yet… his thoughts ran to that vile swordsman. Medusa may be behind it… may have created it. She created the gun and placed it in Crona's hands… but he was the one who pulled the trigger. Therefore… the hate for him ran deep.
He could never forgive him. He would rather die. No… he would rather kill him.
But this was beside the point. That was all the more reason why doing something should have been good, to set his mind on the path of doing something toward that goal. But no…
His eyes trailed over the train carriage. They were in first class, the tell tale rattle of the food cart down the way as a staff member served someone further down. The higher standard of seat. The wider spaces. But none of that mattered. It was who he was travelling with that affected him so much… irritated him… made him so tense. He didn't voice anything though.
"Soul?" A voice brought him out of his swirling tide of powerful negativity. Like a ring of a bell. That sound pierced his mind. His eyes shot to his companion. She was sat right next to him and up till now had been staring out of the window. She now was watching him. A tinge of concern in her eyes. "Are you ok?"
"Yep." he curtly answered her. It was a blatant lie. He wasn't in the mood for talking. Just to get on with the mission and not have to wait here any longer. Next to him was Raven. Even she wasn't convinced by his answer as she cringed. Her eyes flitted away and then back, thinking on what to do. But she wasn't pushy like Maka, she didn't try to stop his sour mood. Or call him silly. She couldn't lighten the mood… she looked uncomfortable and unable to think of anything more to say. So with a sense of unease she turned away and back to the window. But that was fine with Soul.
First class was hardly full, quite the opposite. It was empty bar their party. Which made Soul all the more tense. He could imagine a certain someone at any time walking up to them to make his life and day that much harder. She was nothing but a bully… but he couldn't deal with it or ignore it like he could with Maka around. No… this was stupid. He tried to not blame Raven for his mood… it wasn't her fault… not really…
That morning had been the morning Soul had been waiting for. The bright deep blue sky, stretching on as far as the eye can see, the glorious happy sun laughing away in the sky. He stood there out in the open. He felt free. He felt good. This was going to be a good day. No matter what was going to happen or where they were going. He was getting out of here and out there… out to find…. Maka. Soul's eyes wandered over the scenery. Taking in the walls and bright spaces of the academy. A familiar setting just like his very own home. But he was glad to finally be going. Over two weeks he had been stuck here… like a patient sat in a hospital. Waiting to be discharged. Yes he was comfortable. Yes he was safe and knew how everything worked. But it wasn't the same. He didn't belong here. He belonged out there.
He took a deep breath and held it in. Puffing up his lungs. The morning air was cooler then usual in the desert, a sign of change perhaps? But he didn't pay anymore attention to it then that. As he quickly relaxed and with an exhale of the crisp air he hunched over and allowed his neck to hang loose. Letting his hands dip into his pocket and rest there. A smile even peaked onto his lips. He was the first one there, very unusual and out of character for him this morning. But he was so eager to get out of here he didn't want to waste another second. He could almost see the confused but smiling face of his true meister. Maka. Almost as if she was still here… by his side…
"Morning." Came the sudden interruption to his solitude. But he didn't mind, he was expecting it. Soul turned his head to look back at the academy entrance. There walking out of the slight shadow of the entrance doors was the professor himself. Stein. Soul grinned out at the teacher of his class. Giving him an old Soul like sharp grin. The white lab coat wearing meister smiled back warmly, as warm as he could give, as his smiles never did reach his eyes. Just a small grin of greeting. Before travelling over to a step and sitting down. His great stitched coat crumpled up on the floor around him. Likewise waiting for the others of their group. The doctor glanced at his watch as he sat there. Soul didn't watch him anymore though, he looked back around to the city. The calm still landscape of the morning, the work on the place had been repaired since three weeks ago. As if it had never been attacked by those monsters. As if it had never changed, as if everything was normal. It was eerie in a way. It was like a painting, frozen in time. There was no life, only a captured image that would never change, for good, for ill…. It was stuck. A never ending cycle. A balance of life and death. But Soul guessed that would be Death city. This was the city that Death himself presided over. Not a true place of death… but a place of balance and order.
He stopped watching and thinking so much… he didn't care before about this stuff…why should he now? He shook his head as he awaited someone. Someone who he knew was on the way… he could just about make out a figure, the slow gait of someone making their way up the steps, one at a time. At what looked to be a tired pace.
"Ah… stupid…gah….nearly there…" Came the tell tale mumble of a certain meister he had been waiting for. Something in the back of his mind instantly compared the two meisters he had. The first, Maka, he remembered how at first she had likewise struggled with those steps but soon enough sped up them as she gained the stamina and the strength, a testament of her strength of character and stubbornness. This second meister… while obviously not a freshmen of the academy, was almost struggling up them as if she had never done this before. When she quite clearly had. Soul watched Raven as she slowly made it up the last set of steps, he could almost hear her panting away as she forced her tired body to move. It was the complete opposite… yet… not. Yes Raven was no Maka, she would never be able to speed up there at this rate… but she didn't give up. Even when perhaps she should have done. Perhaps should have stopped trying and fighting a losing battle a long time ago, he saw in her a similar stubborn streak and uncaring attitude that denied the fact that she 'shouldn't' do this. Didn't listen to the people who said it was impossible… and did it anyway. That was a strength of hers that was not obvious… but it made him think about how the rest of her life was like to her…
"Oh….hi….Soul…." She glanced up and noticed him…while still slowly forcing her way up the steps. One step…two step…three step. Soul felt tired just watching her…
Finally she reached the top. But he didn't say anything. She panted out before him and after a quick look back she wiped stray hairs out of her bright red face and huffed out. "Right… ok then…." She smiled at him, beginning to walk over to him with a small wave.
"Hey." Soul responded to her. The simple greeting enough as she stood by him. "You manage the steps then?" He teased her. The meister blushed slightly, he could just about tell even with her red face. She giggled uncomfortably.
"Hehe…yeah just about." She quipped out. Before snapping her mouth shut.
Suddenly what appeared to be the noise of an engine blew out over the front entrance. Wind whipped up as the noise grew close. It was like a dull noise of a small plane. Soul couldn't stop a grin as he knew what and who that was. He leant up higher now and swerved his neck up to meet the newest party member. Next to him Raven flinched and mumbled something inaudible, her hair being whipped about her. Sure enough the hovering skateboard of the son of Lord Death began to lower. The ever prim and proper Death god stood poised as ever on his skateboard, as if he was entering a grand ball, and not just hovering down from the sky.
Kid lowered his board and with a final high pitched clack the wheels touched the ground. He bore that familiar warm but contained smile as his eyes caught Soul's. Before he stepped off the board and kicked it up vertically, catching the wood in his hand, with a small puff of black skull shaped smoke the board vanished into his hand. The advantages of being the son of Lord Death. A shinigami.
"Is…is that…" Came the timid voice of his meister. Raven's voice was shaking beside him. Soul felt a slight hint of confusion and glanced at her. Her eyes were locked with the form of Kid before them. Her face a slight mask of shock as her form was close and hunched. As if trying to make herself smaller, Raven was slightly taller then him. But she looked the same size when she did that.
"Sup?" He remarked. Not quite understanding what she was talking about. Her eyes flicked to him and then back. She was acting odd. Nervous and on edge. How come? Soul didn't understand.
"Isn't that Lord Death's son?!" She answered him. Her voice raising in pitch as she spoke, her words fumbling from her mouth as if she was in shock. That only made him more confused… he didn't understand her behaviour… it was only Kid. Suddenly a flash of realisation hit him. Oh darn it. He felt like slapping himself in the face.
He was so used to Kid now that he just thought of the dude as a normal guy. Just one of them. He was a friend and a good one at that. But in fact… he was still the son of Lord Death. Such a figurehead. An image. A powerful one at that. Whispers followed him wherever he went, talks of his talent and his father would never die. Soul almost forgot about that… and this was the first time Raven had ever seen him up close. That is to say… unlike yesterday when she was distracted with the whole class watching her… He stared at her face. She was in shock but he saw something else there, she was in awe of him. He wanted to laugh. She was star struck. Was she a fan of him?
He felt a small tinge of envy run through him, he hoped to one day be the cool guy, the Death Scythe that everyone looked up to. He was working on it. The look that Raven was giving Kid, he would get that too one day. Not like he doesn't get it even now from girls, but hey what's wrong with a little goal in mind?
Now he laughed. A sudden sharp burst that caused Raven to jump beside him. She stepped away from him now, she had drew closer to him as if to hide away. But that laugh had forced her to fly away.
"Hey!" She shouted at him. An odd harshness in her voice that once again gave him hope that she wasn't a weakling meister. He couldn't stop the sharp grin at her actions. She was pouting at him, a cute look that made her look like a little girl, even as she folded her arms and looked away. As if she was angry at him and didn't want to look at him, even though a slight blush now burned on her cheeks.
Soul left her to her stewing and instead panned his gaze over to Kid. He was now in the presence of his two weapons, they must have been with him in weapon form, not like there was much space on that board of his. Liz and Patty was chatting to him now, Kid had turned away from the direction of Soul and was responding to them. The scythe couldn't hear them from over here. He felt apart from them, but… after all, Kid was indeed a friend. He remembered that it was Kid who had found him in his pit of self pity. It was Kid again who had helped him at the academy. He was a good friend. Not his first choice to have a beer with at a party… but he was solid. And one of the few choices he would be happy to have his back.
"C'mon… let's go say hi." Soul spoke to Raven. He wanted to go over anyway… but seeing the blushing face of Raven… well, he was finding this funny, this was a good day. Her eyes widened at his words.
"What…now?" Her slightly shaky voice pitched in. Soul chuckled at her poor words.
"No next week… yes now." He laughed at her. Softly poking and making fun of the poor embarrassed meister. "C'mon…" He finished, raising a hand and clamping down his fingers on her arm.
"Hey…" She voiced her objection, but it was too late. And she was half dragged over the arena of the academy entrance. She only gave half hearted tugs away at best. So Soul ran with the lack of resistance until they managed to make their way over.
Liz noticed them first, her eyes shot up from Kid's own and locked with his. Her eyes softened as she noticed them and she smiled.
"Hey there." She spoke out. Interrupting whatever conversation had previously been going on between the three. The other two were silenced immediately to see what had happened, looking over to where Liz was now staring. Patty's huge curious eyes at the newcomer and Kid's surprised but warm look. That small smile of his spoke more volumes of his mood then some of Black Star's huge grins.
"Hey." Soul answered her. While looking at them all. Patty's grin grew wide as she watched the pair of them, she waved happily and excited. As if she was a kid in a theme park. Kid was luckily far more subdued. He turned his body round to now face them head on, his hands buried in his pockets.
"Good to see you both." His eyes roamed to Soul and then behind him, to Raven. Even as she stood there and tried to look in any other direction but to the son of Lord Death. "Ah, you must be Raven. Good to finally meet you face to face." He spoke to her. His inviting voice hoping for an answer. A confirmation he had heard her. She didn't however… Soul heard a small little squeak and mumble as her answer. He glanced back at her, she had by now stood almost completely behind him now… her head was bent low as if she was trying to hide her gaze under the few wisps of hair. The bright crimson blush now covered her face.
"Err… are you ok?" Liz piped up… concern lacing her voice at Raven's behaviour. Soul was still finding this funny. He never really thought what it must be like to meet Kid if you were a fan of him. To him he was just another dude at the school.
"She's just a big fan of yours Kid." Soul spoke. Shooting down any possible excuse for her behaviour. His sharp toothed grin only grew all the more for his actions. Soul had since dropped his hand from her arm, but he actually felt the sudden tenseness and heard the sharp intake of breath as she stiffened. Soul was sure he would have gotten a Maka chop by now… but there was no one here who would do such a thing right now. And this was far too funny.
"Oh!" Kid spoke now, realisation in his voice and demeanour. The two sisters gave each other a glance, a knowing look. "Thank you Raven. But please… here at the academy we are both meisters. Both one star meisters. And I look forward to working with you." He commented, his voice was gentle and kind. Hoping that she would see them on an equal level and not a god like figure. Kid never was the one to look for that kind of adoration… Black Star on the other hand…
Raven managed to lift her head and look up at him now. Her blush was still bright and adorning her features… but she managed a quick nod. A snigger erupted close by…. Patty was doing her best to silence her own mouth. She was quickly helped by a playful jab by her older sister.
"Don't be mean Patty." She whispered.
"I wasn't being mean sis. Just Raven looks so red like she is gonna burst." She straight out spoke matter of factly. Liz sighed at her lack of tact as Raven proceeded to redden…
Kid smiled to the pair of them.
"The third meister and weapon team is going to meet us at the station. They live closer to there then to here. So she asked to meet us there." Kid shrugged. Showing it didn't much matter to him. Soul didn't really pay much attention to it. He wasn't really concerned with another team after all. He just felt itching to get going now.
"What are we waiting for then? Let's go." Soul said to the team. Excitement rushed in his veins to finally get underway, that tense nervousness before the start of a race. There was no guarantee of events, no guarantee of a win… yet the urge to start was unbearable…
"I think we are missing someone…" Kid started.
"Yeah… where is Death Scythe?" Liz finished. Soul felt a cringe run through him. He wasn't looking forward to that guy. He had almost forgotten that he would be coming as well. Though… even Soul had to admit, Spirit not being here for an official mission was odd. As a group they all in fact trailed their gazes over to the good doctor. He had been patiently sat just away from them, a relaxed pose with his fingers clasped around a cigarette, already lit as the small billows of smoke wafted into the clean air. As if he knew he was being watched his gaze slowly turned to them. His eyes panned to them almost lazily.
"Hey Doc! Where's Spirit?" Soul shouted over to him. His voice carrying over the space to reach him. At that Stein's face actually hardened from his carefree demeanour, as if likewise wondering what was keeping his own temporary weapon partner. Stein didn't answer but he dropped his hands from the cigarette and raised the sleeve on one arm. Soul could just make out him peering at a watch. The professor frowned. Before pausing in thought and then suddenly moving. His clothes rustled as he stood up from his position.
"He should have been here by now. It's past eight." He remarked. Of course… Kid would have arrived here dead on eight. It was easier to arrange the others to arrive before him rather then after. He didn't say anymore as he proceeded to take a mirror out and dial a number, dragging a finger across the screen in a practised pattern.
The group watched him now with interest as the professor made a call. The small mirror emitted a faint light as the call was in progress. Soul had to strain to hear the conversation…
"Spirit there you are… where are you?" He said into the mirror. He didn't sound angry or worried. Only slightly perplexed at the absence of the weapon.
Soul couldn't hear the whole conversation, if it was indeed Spirit on the other side. Then he couldn't make out his words. The whole group of kids stood there patently, even if that was perhaps an overstatement on Soul's part. As he felt an itching unease to move and get started.
He watched the good Doctor's face soften, yet it was not wholly in relief. His features pulled into one of mocking, with a tinge of disbelief and finally sympathy. It was quick and easy to miss, but Soul was watching. Stein's glasses glinted in the harsh sunlight.
"You stay there. We'll pick you up on the way." Were Stein's final words before the mirror image faded and he placed the protected glass back in his pocket. With a swing of his coat the professor began to move. He walked over to the group, his pace however not slowing as he instead made his way toward the stairs.
"Where is he?" Kid's voice broke through the silence that had now covered the scene. Stein didn't turn to them as he began to make his way down the stairs.
"Chupa Cabras." He answered simply. No bite nor venom lining his voice. Not even sympathy or mocking. He just answered as if he was back in the classroom. Before carrying on down the stairs of the academy. Soul rolled his eyes. What a surprise…
His daughter was out there alone and probably hurt… suffering… maybe…maybe even worse… Soul gritted his teeth as he thought that. And what does her father do? Drink. But Soul knew… that was what the man did. It was all he knew. How he dealt with everything. Through his marriage and through his divorce. Whenever things became too much… he turned to the drink…and the women. Soul felt a bubble of anger growl in his gut. His fists clenched at his side. He suddenly thought of Maka's mother…
Did…did she know?
A calming layer of guilt soothed his anger but aggravated his mind. Grating his thoughts and throwing his head into disarray… his hands loosened as his eyes panned to the floor. His gaze becoming lost for a second… did her mother know?
"Soul…?" A voice brought him out of his thoughts, like a knock on a door. It was sudden and brought him to attention. His eyes focused and flitted up to the speaker. The face of Raven met his eyes. "Are you ok?" She asked him. Her voice was low, meant only for him, and her face was full of concern. Ha… if she noticed then it must have been obvious. But he quickly pulled himself back together, forcing a small grin to his lips.
"Yep…" he replied. By now professor Stein was well ahead of them on the steps, even if he wasn't going very fast. A slow pace down the vast amount of steps. Soul too followed suit and began to trek back down the mountain of steps. The rest of the group began to follow, starting on the grand steps down from the academy. A sudden whimper alerted Soul and stopped him in his tracks. He turned back to his meister. Her face was a picture… as her eyes scanned the steps in worry.
"We have to…go down now?" She spoke… a higher pitch emitted from her throat. Soul grinned ever wider at her, a soft hint of mirth now breaking through that layer of guilt. Just watching her miserable face and the moans and groans as she realised she had to trek back down.
"C'mon… I'll walk with you." He added. He slowed his pace now to wait for her, allowing the others to get ahead of him.
Raven slouched her shoulders in defeat as her features showed distress at having to perform the feat again in the space of a few minutes. She mumbled something inaudible…
"…stupid….steps….why…." He just managed to make out before she too stepped forward and began to tackle the stairs…
"I'll be right back." Stein spoke out to the students assembled outside the bar. The glaring bright lights gaudy to the eye even in the middle of the day. Soul leaned against a wall as the others stood close by, he glanced over the others stood around him as he leant there. Kid and the sisters were once again slightly apart from him and in-depth into their own conversation. Raven was looking up and examining the sign, even her face showed what she thought of it. Her face soured with a look of negative examination.
Soul couldn't believe Spirit was here. Well… of course he was… he practically lived here. But now? Like right now?
The gall of him. Soul twitched in irritation at the pathetic excuse for a father. How could he be here? Instead of on a mission from Lord Death for a start… and second… when his daughter is out there.
Then again… maybe he shouldn't be surprised. This was his retreat. Maka had told him all about it. When things got too much, too heated… he couldn't handle it. He ran away. Indulged in something he could control, and lived in this fantasy.
Suddenly without warning the door was violently forced open. It banged against the outside wall with a crash. A body soon followed and fell out of the gap and onto the floor. A black suited body with bright red hair…
Oh man… he looked a mess. Soul cringed. His hair was out of place, with pieces stuck up here and there, his suit dishevelled and creased. He fell limp to the floor, yet his head flicked back up to the man now in the doorway. The professor was there in the gap. He stood there, barring the way back inside. Spirit appeared to be forced out quite harshly… but then again… it may have just been Spirit falling out due to his drunken stupor. Death Scythe snapped his gaze up to the professor now, Soul caught his eyes.
They were red and puffy… bloodshot with tear stains down his face.
Oh… Soul felt a drop of softness form. He was a mess and looked it. Yet he appeared to be suffering.
"You don't… u-understand… Stein." His wailing voice sent pangs of both sympathy and awkwardness to run through Soul's mind. "You aren't a p-parent…" His high pitched voice broke out into the street… even a few passers by slowed in their gait to watch the pitiful man sprawled on the floor.
Yet Stein didn't respond to him. He simply stared at him from the doorway. Not a mark of emotion showed on his face. He seemed to just…watch. As if examining him… looking him over as a teacher would a student… or a doctor would a patient. That calm stare, no matter what Spirit said it never broke his gaze or hardened his look. Even when Spirit appeared to be jabbing at the professor and trying to excuse his behaviour. Stein just stood there and waited. So calm and collected, he even dove a hand in his pocket and lit up a cigarette. Placing it in-between his lips as he waited on Spirit to get through his rant. Soul could only watch the exchange between the pair of them. Likewise the rest of the teens began to fidget in an uncomfortable silence, only Kid seemed unperturbed by this. Maybe he had seen this before around his father?
"You… don't… understand…" The man continued… unable to speak what he meant through his blubber… even now as tears once again formed and began to drip down his cheeks. "How …could you. You don't know what it's like. Not one bit…" He cried out. "What am I supposed to do…?" He hiccuped. Soul cringed… they should not be seeing this. He glanced away… catching Raven beside him. She too looked very uncomfortable… her face was downcast and looking toward the floor. Her arms loosely hugged around her, in her eyes she bore a glassy look. She wasn't only trying to look away to preserve what little dignity the guy had. But she was thinking…
"… Apparently I don't understand how you feel so useless and alone. How you failed to protect your own daughter. You lost your wife and now your daughter is gone. Possibly dead. You don't have the heart to tell your ex-wife. You feel unable to do anything so you wallow here and drink, trying to not think of life outside of the bar." Stein spoke to him. His cool calm words detailing how much he actually understood of the whole situation. His voice was near monotone, as if explaining something to students in class.
"Yes that's it!" Spirit remarked. Sniffling as he did so.
"Hmm…" Stein mumbled as he glanced away. Not looking at the now teary and crying man still lying on the floor. Soul wasn't quite sure of what just happened. Stein seemed to explain what was wrong with him entirely. Yet he said it in such a collected way. Like a doctor who knows the inner workings of a mind yet can not actually process it himself. Like a psychologist with no emotion whatsoever.
"You can stay here if you want." Stein now spoke… a softness in his tone that Soul hadn't heard thus far. Soul glanced back at the man sprawled on the floor…. His messy suit and stuck up hair. Soul suddenly realised he had not slept…. The deep dark circles around his eyes told him so. Guess even he did care in someway… he just had a lousy way of showing it. Spirit sniffed and wiped his noise with a sleeve, leaving a trail of snot along the material.
"No…I… can't do that. I have to go. This job is the only good thing I have left. I mean…" Soul felt like laughing. He wasn't wording this right at all. "I mean… this is the only thing I have done right in their eyes. Not dong a mission is the same as quitting. No…I can't quit being a Death Scythe!" The drunken slur worried Soul as the man wobbled and managed to push himself up off the floor.
"No time for a change of clothes… but you can sleep on the train." Stein spoke now, his tone even once more. Announcing the end of this small event. His voice was monotone once more. Yet Soul just managed to catch a small smile at his lips as he now stepped out of the doorway and closed the door behind him. He began to walk away from the gaudy bar. Toward the train station.
The rest of them followed… even Spirit now began to walk in step as they followed. Every now and then Soul flitted his eyes around the group. Kid and the sisters were subdued in mannerisms now… but overall unfazed. Not even this could dampen Patty's spirits. As she chatted loudly about giraffes and elephants…
Stein up ahead walked off, almost as if seeing Spirit in such a way had not even affected him. Soul actually felt a little bad for him… until he remembered that he had been spending all his time in a bar when he was in the perfect position to go out and search for Maka. Hmph… that sent a spike of irritation through his gut. He no longer felt sympathy for the father. Just annoyance at his pathetic behaviour… once again. But Raven was quiet…. His eyes moved over to her as she walked in silence. Her eyes still bore that glassy look… what was she thinking about? Maybe she was shocked at how she found Death Scythe? Soul guessed that seeing someone who up until five minutes ago had been an idol, someone to look up to, was now destroyed… shattered… or maybe she honestly felt for him? Maybe she didn't quite realise what Maka's disappearance had done. Soul had not shown her how much she had affected him. But Spirit's reaction was quite plain for her and all of them to see. He was distressed. Hell so was Soul. But he was a cool guy at heart… he still had to put on a brave face and keep in all inside. Deal with it like a man.
"Ah here we are…" Stein called out just as they rounded the last corner. The bellows of the trains as they creaked and strained on the platforms, their wheels carrying their bulk as they rested on the tracks. The screech of the machines as they slowed to a stop and were pushed to a start. They were finally at the train station. The station was abuzz with crowds, Soul's eyes roved over the people as they all appeared to be on their journey's. Their own worlds. Totally separate from each other, following their own stories. The air was filled with the chatter of the people in-between the blasts of the trains. Occasional shouts broke through the chatter.
"The last team should be waiting just outside…" Stein commented in an off hand manner as the group drew close to the great man made structure. Soul couldn't help but look around amongst the people waiting around the station. His eyes searching the crowds for anyone he knew. He hoped it was someone he knew, maybe a team he and Maka had worked with. Maybe even someone from his class. He hoped so. That would be good.
However…
He saw them. Soul's heart skipped a beat as soon as she recognised them. No…no way. He gritted his teeth and his palm clenched shut. What was she doing here?!
Soul stopped in his tracks… around him the others carried on walking. As if they didn't even notice that he had stopped… that they didn't know why… that they didn't know who it was who had invaded their presence. This was great… just…great. Soul couldn't help but narrow his eyes at the new meister and weapon team who awaited them before the station. Well it was more the weapon he was staring at… the weapon who he was starting to dislike tremendously…
A laugh cut through the buzz of the crowds, he recognised it immediately. A sharp shriek of Raven's tormentor… Meena.
Up ahead Raven had actually stopped too… she turned to him now. Her glassy look had vanished, replaced with one of confusion and slight worry. Her brow tensed as she watched him, trying to spot what was wrong. Before Soul could catch up to her and the other however… he watched a certain weapon appear beside Raven. That made his blood boil… he didn't want Meena anywhere near her! That disgusting parasite!
Her smug face popped into existence before Raven even noticed it. Raven's shoulders were still high and her stature was raised. Soul was too far away to hear her… but Meena said something to the meister. Raven's eyes snapped to Meena beside her. As soon as Meena had spoken that one word.. Something crumbled inside Raven. Only infuriating Soul. Her shoulders buckled… her stature dropped. She now hunched lower as she lost her height and now looked down. Like a beaten dog before its master. It was disgusting!
Raven didn't make eye contact with her as she answered her back. Soul was tired of being too far away… he needed to make it back to her! Soul marched forward toward the pair of them, ignoring all around him as he felt the annoyance creep back in. If this was Maka… no he can't even make that comparison. Maka would not give Meena the time of day. She would have shot her down a long time ago. She would never have let it happen. Hell if she saw it she would have likewise have stopped it by now. Soul would have let Maka deal with it, let it happen, shrugging as if this was all a chore. But really he was behind her all the way. Raven… he was starting to feel a friendship beginning.. He was starting to become used to her. She had her moments. But this… was something he wasn't quite sure how to handle. This poisonous leech in his midst that he couldn't get to go away. She was a weapon like him… yet she seemed so different then him.
"… you are a dear Raven." Meena's slimy voice was now infecting Soul's ears. Her eyes glinted as her gaze flitted to Soul for a second. Giving him a smile. It wasn't warm or greeting, it was proud. As if she had just won a game against him. Soul stopped just beside the pair of them, his chest felt tight. He quickly tried to think of something to say. He remembered the conversation they had just yesterday. It was clearly imbedded into his mind.
"Oh…err…." Raven spluttered out as she plunged a hand into her pockets and pulled out a small purse. Soul's skin crawled. She opened it and pulled out a small handful of notes. Soul actually opened his mouth in utter shock as Meena snatched the money from her hand. How much did she just take?! And right in front of him?! How long had this been going on?!
"Hey!" He shouted out at her. Absolutely appalled at what he just seen. "What are you doing?!" He shouted at her now. His anger at the obvious theft. Meena pulled the wad of money closer to her person. A look of fake hurt adorned her face. Raven dropped the purse back into her pocket now as she raised her arms and began to hug herself. Soul couldn't even pay attention to Raven anymore… not her now obvious nervousness. Meena held all of his attention. And she loved it…
Meena stepped closer to the other girl and wrapped a hand around her shoulders, pulling her close in a cold hug. There was no warmth there… Meena appeared to pull Raven to her just to show that she could do that before Soul. As if to show him how much control she bore of the meister.
"Raven here is helping me… aren't you?" She spat out at the pair of them. "I've lost my purse… and Raven likes to help people. Don't you Raven?" Ha… A likely story… Soul didn't believe her for a second. He narrowed his eyes at her.
"The academy can help you. That was just stealing…" Soul barely managed to contain his anger now, he was still shocked at what he had just seen. His words seethed his hate toward her now. Meena placed a mask of shock and hurt on her features.
"I would never!" She spoke back. Yet her words were calm. As if she knew he would say that. "Raven offered… didn't you?" She pushed the meister in her arms. Raven nodded in response. But Soul knew that she was just being pushed and bullied by the one before her. This was not the Raven he knew… even the panicky and nervous Raven he knew was a different person then… this.
"I appreciate it… you know I do." Meena spoke now, her voice had dipped low. As if Soul wasn't even there before them. A hand now trailed higher until a finger rested under Raven's chin. Lifting her face to Meena's own. Raven blinked in confusion as the smiling dark face of Meena met her gaze. Soul could only watch the debacle before him as he watched Meena's lips gently connect with Raven's own…
Soul's jaw actually dropped.
Meena's eyes closed as she moved her lips against Raven's. But Raven didn't react so positively… her pupils flitted to Soul as he watched this. Her brow was raised in surprise. But she didn't try to pull away… or even push her off…
Soul was left speechless as Meena pulled away from the meister. Once more a smug look in place. Her features pulled into the look of a bad winner, too proud and about to rub it fully into the loser's face. Soul's own face twitched, he was just… shocked. He didn't know what to make of this. Meena's eyes moved to his now… she grinned at him. Before her attention flew back to Raven.
"I'll see you later…" She spoke… and with a flick of her hair moved away from her and back toward her waiting meister. A man lying sprawled on a nearby bench, he had watched the entire thing. A mirthful grin alighted his face… it was mocking… and nasty… Soul had no doubt he knew everything… his eyes were laughing at Raven. Soul felt the powerful urge to run over there and knock them both out. It would make him feel so much better…
"What…!" Soul started as his head snapped back to Raven's. Her posture was still low… it had not raised when Meena had finally left her. He was about to ask what the hell that was all about. But Raven bore a bizarre smile on her face… her cheeks were tinted… her hand was close to her lips… a happy look was adorning her face. Soul groaned…
"She…she has never done that outside before…" Raven whispered… "Do you think…she wants to be with me?" Raven whispered to him. Her voice sounded so elated and happy… oh god… no…
Soul sighed and slapped his palm against his forehead. His bluster and anger lost from his sails. He still felt so annoyed… but Raven… gah. This wasn't good.
"Raven… I need to talk to you…" He started. Trying to keep his voice even, even as he felt the irritation boil in his veins. "This isn't good…" He started. Raven panned her gaze to him, she seemed not to understand what was going on. He needed to explain this… he had to reach her. She was clearly being taken advantage of… what did that girl have on her? More importantly, why was she doing it? Soul was pretty sure Meena was not interested in a relationship… poor Raven was being taken for a ride.
However suddenly a screech of wheels on tracks shrieked through the station, it rang out and split through their ears. Soul tried to ignore it and carry on with what he was going to say… but he didn't get that chance.
"Our train is here. We need to go." Stein's voice just about managed to reach them through the din, he was just a little way away from them. At this Raven swung her attention away from him. With this new distraction he noticed her shoulders raised and her stature pick up. He guessed she didn't even realise she was doing it. She turned back to him for a second.
"C'mon…" She smiled uneasily out to him before walking after the teacher. Soul growled out to himself and then followed suit…
The blood splattered to the floor, leaving trails to drip across the concrete and brick… running toward the drains as if a recent rainfall. Steady drips fell from on high, pitter-pattering to the floor. Splashing into puddles that spread oozing over the filthy ground, it was a scene of death. A scene from hell. A circle of hell where a serial killer dwelled. The stench of the crimson filled the place. Yet it was nothing compared to the screaming. The noise… was loud, it wouldn't stop. It filled her ears, she wanted it to stop. Yet she wanted to hear it always. The music paraded around her form, the sounds filling up her mind. She loved it, over and over and over again. The screaming. She heard it. It wouldn't stop! She hated it! Loved it!
She hardly saw their surroundings any more, they travelled too fast. Darting around and through the streets and ally ways. Chasing them. They were the hunters, the pure ecstasy running through her. She couldn't help but be taken along by it. It corrupted her, enveloped her. She was dragged along by the pure waves of joy. She couldn't help it!
She felt her pole being held by Crona. The only meister to have ever held her. She felt naked in his hands… she guessed that was how it was for a weapon. But she didn't feel embarrassed or distressed… no. She couldn't get enough! She never wanted him to let go… to drop her. Maka actually moaned out from the heated contact. She felt wet… the blood that coated her blade dripped from her form. She felt as if Crona was running his hands along her naked body like this… it was…different. She didn't understand it… but she didn't even try to. She didn't care… she just wanted… more!
"Crona!" She shrieked out now. Her high pitched voice akin to Ragnarok's. She was so far out of it now and she just wanted…more. It was funny really, so very, very funny! She had what she wanted! She wanted more!
Maka sniggered and cackled out to herself as the silent Crona wielded her.
Another scream rang out.
Maka focused on the outside world. There before them was a girl. Barely into her teens. Dressed up for a night out… her face was coated in makeup. Her skimpy outfit hardly covering her. But Maka didn't look anymore then that… her soul looked tasty. Crona actually giggled softly as he caught up to her. She had fallen to the floor, her hands up defensively.
"You shouldn't have come here, shouldn't be here…." Crona spoke out to the girl. His voice was oddly monotone and haunting, yet he didn't sound distressed or in regret. He seemed as out of it as Maka was. Being lost in their own wonderlands. "Goodbye…" He said to her as she wailed out a cry for help… none would come. As Maka was swung down and carved through her skull, cracking through bone and brain. An instant kill, blood burst from the open wound, the body falling dead with a thump to the red painted floor. Blood rained out over them, Crona's smile only grew in size. As once more a soul hovered above the decapitated corpse. As once more the soul was taken in by a shaky blood drenched hand out of Maka's scythe blade… as once again the soul vanished inside.
Maka wanted more… needed more!
She drowned in the feeling of pure need, she couldn't help it. Her rotting soul began to sing this melody, the straining dying soul of her own shook in need and want. Want for more.. And want for Crona. It called for him. She called for him. The hands that held onto her form, once again she panted out. With each soul she took the feelings grew…she didn't understand… but an odd coiling began to appear in her core… she panted out as she struggled with something she didn't understand.
She laughed and spluttered out as once again they left, the body was left to rot in the pool of blood as once again Crona was off. He couldn't seem to help it either. As he was pulled away from the body and forced to find more… find another…more and more and more and more!
"Hey!" A screeching voice rang out into the air. It broke through her dream like state. But it was quickly ignored as she once more focused on the new victim before them. Crona could find them so quick… they couldn't hide… it was almost as if Crona could see the souls just like she could. Just like she could… as soon as she found one… she found a new soul. Crona appeared to move his head to wherever she was focused on. As if she had told him mentally… and then he shot off to find a new target.
"Hey! I'm talking to you idiot!" Once again the voice. She wished it would go away. Each time it spoke it began to bury the feeling coiled inside her, she growled out to it.
"You growling at me?! Who do you think you are? I'm Crona's weapon! Not you!" The voice shouted out to her. But Maka could only laugh… she laughed so harshly, the noise cracking her throat. Crona didn't respond to him, not a word. Neither did Maka. As once more she was no longer thinking of the black blob. As soon as he stopped talking she was off back into her daydream, bathing in warm blood and moaning out to the heated touch of Crona. Maka caught the view of the weapon now, she gazed up to the weak small form of his weapon as it formed the small body from his back. The black demon began to pull and tug at Crona's hair violently. Still Crona didn't react… he did worse then ignoring him, Maka was raised high into the air to cut through a swath of people before them. A small group of weapon less boys… screaming and crying out before them…
"Hey! Watch where you swing that!" Ragnarok shouted to the pair of them as Maka's scythe cut through the air an inch away from his black x marked head. Maka could hardly pay attention to Crona's form, and how he used the scythe weapon. But if she did… she would have noticed something bizarre. His footsteps, his pattern of movements. It was a hybrid of styles, an odd clash that shouldn't work. But it did. Crona's dancing steps akin to a pure swordsman, art in motion, was smashed together with the expert style of the equal motions of a true scythe meister. The familiar footwork of Maka herself… as if her instinctual memory was somehow being carried to him through their connection of souls.
That was it, their souls were getting closer and closer together. They started humming together as soon as Crona had touched her staff. Forming a resonance. Their wavelengths matching… the only two that possibly could. She had a vague sense of managing this before… but it was fuzzy and she couldn't remember too well. But just like then and now, their shaky souls were too out of sync for anyone else to get, anyone else to understand. Their souls beat in time perfectly together, as if they were made for each other. The hums and waves of their souls lapped at each other, bounced off each other and vibrated together. Their own actual souls seeking out the other, as she swallowed more and more souls the resonance increased in rate and feeling. Overwhelming her frothing bubbling mind, the madness quite clear and drowning her thoughts. But their souls sought the other, closer and closer they came, reaching out for the other. The tendrils of each other began to reach out, small wisps of their souls trailed along their resonance and reached for the other. As if it was their own mission, to finally reach other. To pull close to the other, their other half, the one they truly wanted and needed more then any other in this world.
Deep inside Maka's soul, on a small island surrounded by a black sea. A small patch of sand dotted with bits of debris from buildings and roads dotted around the small island. The small island was a speck of hope in a land of darkness, of despair and insanity. The waves lapped angrily at the shore, the noise crashed against the sand but the water did not sound like liquid. Each wave created a sound like laughter…
Poisoning the mind of the listener, eroding the resistance and slowly but surely pulling away layers of sand. Each time the waves crashed more and more sand was lost… The island eroding away as the very last sanctuary of spirit. The laughter split the air, a horrible grating cackle that threatened to break the soul. The small fragment of a soul that had found a small place to hide. To try and keep away from the vast ocean of insanity that now filled the entire area. The water was nothing but burning madness made form… a single touch would destroy you. Not just in body… but in mind and soul…
A form existed on this island. A small weak form wrapped in the rags of a school uniform…
A dirty worn black coat, over a ragged aged white shirt and barely holding together yellow sweater. A faded small skirt and worn white striped black boots…
The small form was hunched over in on herself. Hugging her knees to her chest. She didn't move… didn't say a word. Hands covered her ears as she tried to block out the sound of the laughter, dry tear trails stained her face, her whole body shook. Not with cold… fear existed on this island. It was thick and heavy in the air. Fear for what was happening, fear of what was going to happen, fear of herself, fear for Crona… it all affected her. She couldn't get away. There was no escape. She hiccupped as a fresh batch of tears fell. The waves growing higher and worse, now bashing against the small shoreline with ferocity as the screeching noise grew worse. Hacking away at her spirit, eating away her resistance…
A splash rang out on the street as Crona ran after his prey. Blood drenched the road as he chased after this new victim. The crimson pooling along the road as corpses lined the pathways and streets… She didn't know how many now. Maka couldn't help the sick smile as she watched the empty faces, the eyes that stared at nothing. No light existed there, nothing existed there anymore. She had caused that… they had caused that…
Maka's grin grew so much that she was making her cheeks hurt, but the smile wouldn't drop. She couldn't drop it. Not at all. A laugh began once more in her throat. She couldn't stop it. She was unable to hold it back as she cackled. Her fingers clawed onto her head as she struggled to breathe through such forced laughter, she couldn't stop!
She wheezed and panted out as she listened to herself, her eyes wide and glassy. Her pupils shaking violently as she started to drool, not able to swallow from all the laughing. Something begged her to stop, pleaded to stop. But she couldn't listen. Not any more…
Her gaze snapped to Crona, she could just about see him through the blood coating her blade, she was covered in the hot blood, fresh from the source. Dying her a bright red. His face was just the same. The same as hers. That smile. The smile of his own madness. The grin of the damned and the mad, only the insane dwelled here. His eyes bore the same look as she did, he couldn't help it either…
But yet… at the same time as their bodies showed the utter horror their minds were trying to deal with, the absolute despair and fear laid out for all to see on their faces, their forms as they made their way. Anyone to see it if they could only look. Not a soul could, no one could see it. No one could even hold back their attack. Not one could stand up to them. Maybe if they could, they would see the fear and desperation in their faces. Their lost hope and their need for each other.
Through all of this… their souls were managing something. Their fear covered souls that oozed such despair… together they had formed a link. A line of communication and warmth that never went past their souls. It began to form right there between them. They were resonating as they went. The humming and throbbing of their souls acting as beacons to the other, seeking each other out, reaching out for the other. Desperate for the other.
The small tendrils of their souls slowly began to inch closer to the other, now no longer just a resonance.
On the outside Maka still felt such powerful feelings being built up. Her mind was struggling to keep up as the hot emotions rushed through her body. Her laughter finally broke as she mumbled something… feeling far too hot in Crona's naked hands. Maka's human representation inside the scythe fell to the floor as her legs wobbled, unable to hold her up anymore. Her legs shook as she bit into her own lip. Her core burning out for…something… Crona's hands on her staff only seemed to be making it so much worse! She couldn't take it…. Yet she never wanted him to let go. It was maddening! A grin once again began to grow… her lips peaking out as she lay there. Her mind a bizarre mess of feelings and thoughts, twisted and smashing together, dizzying her vision and making her feel sick. However she never wanted this to end…
Her hand trailed down her sensitive skin. Trailed down over her stomach and down to her aching core… her abdomen that felt so enflamed just from Crona's touch of her staff. Their resonance only increasing her feelings as the emotions was enlarged tenfold and sent back to her. She couldn't even think on what Crona was feeling… her mind was overloaded with what she was feeling. It didn't and couldn't process more right now.
Her hand now reached her hidden area… her area that she had shown to no one. She had never wanted to, never thought she would want to… but that area now felt so heated and…wet. Maka's eyes widened even as her large grin was still plastered onto her lips. She brought her hand back toward her face… to see the liquid coat her fingers…
Crona was lost inside his own head. He barely saw anything past the sickening mess inside his mind. His body reacted on instinct, as his mind was dragged along, kicking and pushing away. But being dragged all the same.
The hell that is inside your own head.
That was where he was. He existed there, it was cold… and dry. Nothing else existed… well… nothing else used to exist there. Now… someone else was here. Someone he wanted… needed… could never let go. Even as he dragged her into madness, as she pulled him further into insanity. As they both tugged and pulled the other. Yet he still needed her. He had to have her now. There was nothing he could do. She was Maka. The one who knew him, saw him, lived in this hell with him. Existed in the hell inside his head. Someone who understood him… understood all of this. All too well.
He hated the look on her face, hated the grin of her madness. But… it was still Maka.
He remembered her smile, remembered her touch, her scent, her warmth. Her gentleness, her care, her softness…he remembered all of it. He loved it. He hated it. He couldn't, didn't understand. He wanted to vomit he felt so confused. All of his feelings didn't make sense. He couldn't let go of this one girl here with him now. He wanted her old self back, so much that he couldn't let her go. Even as she pulled him more into the madness. He wanted her safe, he needed her safe. So much that he had to…do this.
As he was under orders to use her, use her weapon form. He simply had to. There was no other way. No way to say…no. He just… did it, he had to. He had to feed her… had to feed her the souls. Then they would be stronger, maybe strong enough to deal with this.
Strong enough to deal with what they had to do. Strong enough to deal with each other… strong enough to deal what he was feeling for her…
His soul pleaded for her. Even now, even in their swirling madness. His soul shouted for her, cried for her. Yet… that pleading seemed to have finally been answered. He felt the resonance when he had first touched her staff. The scythe at first was cold, ice cold and threatened to burn his hands. But instantly it warmed… the pole became a nice soft sensation that made his hands tingle and his body become relaxed. Even in his bubbling madness. His body ached for her now, that feeling had escalated quickly…
As he fed her more and more souls the feelings resonating between them increased. He searched for more and more, he craved more of this foreign feeling. He didn't understand it. But he wanted her… so badly that he didn't even care how they found the souls now. What they looked like. It was not only just… ok to do. He wanted to kill them. He had to kill them… he had to have more of the resonance. It reminded him of what Maka and he had in those few days together. The warmth and care they showed for each other… it was like that…only heated and made him drown in a new pleasurable feeling. He wondered if she felt the same. As he felt on auto-pilot. He didn't pay attention to what was happening now.
Barely registering the screams of the dying, the pleading of the victims. They were souls… souls for the taking.
He heard Maka laughing… it made him grin. She was laughing… finding it funny… he didn't like it… yet loved it. It wracked his mind… but he couldn't get enough of it. It made his own grin grow as he listened to her. Every now and then his eyes flitted to her blood soaked blade, catching a human form reflected in the blade, seeing her sick grin, a grin of absolute madness…
The laughter still rang out onto that small island, threatening to drown it, to wash over the small patch of fear coated sanity left inside her mind. The small part of her that still thought all of this was wrong…didn't want any of this… hated it all. She wanted to escape, to flee… but…not without Crona. Crona… she needed him to escape with her. She would never leave him. Not now…not ever. He was the real victim here… she had to hang on. But…she wasn't sure if she could…
Suddenly the laughter began to recede… the waves still lapped at the shore but they appeared subdued. Quieter… as if someone had simply turned down the volume on a TV. It was still there… just no longer so loud…
Maka snapped her head up, the first movement she did. Her eyes were still drenched in despair, yet a line of confusion and shock now shot through her gaze. At first her view was glassy and lost, her pupils small and sharp… but they quickly softened as she focused her vision. The movement was jerky, as if she had been lost for some time.
She had…felt something. Something had managed to break through her darkness and into her small world. Her mouth was open and dry, she softly closed it and swallowed. Finally allowing her mouth to perform the action, feeling her throat ache out to her, her jaw crack as she finally shut it. One final tear fell from her face as she looked up and before her.
There… ahead of her…something was breaking through the darkness. The pitch black storm clouds began to crack open, not like they were parting. But as if they were being forced apart, broken apart, as if it was a painting and someone was tearing the paper… angrily ripping away something they found disgusting and wrong. Her eyes searched up to spot the bright light as it flitted through the clouds. The bright yellow warm light as it cut through the darkness, the black letting out a horrible whine as it was pushed back and away. Almost knowing that it was losing its prey.
Maka moved now, she gritted her teeth as she pushed herself to stand up. Her muscles aching and sore as she felt so stiff and slow, how long had she been here? She didn't know. But she didn't think on it. She felt so weak., but again she ignored it. Her mind felt frail and delicate as she gazed up at the bright light. Having to raise her hand to try and see, the light so bright it was blinding her.
What was it?
She began to move toward the light… followed her small beach as far as she could, her steps began to slow as she drew to the water's edge, yet all of a sudden land began to form under her feet. The hard concrete of a road… the dark man made path lined out before her, rising above the black filthy madness clogged water and out in front of her. Branching out toward the light… as if…it was calling to her. Telling her to follow it. Maka looked back, behind her was nothing but the small beach, it was empty…and nothing. The waves of the black sea still crashing at the shore, laughing at her… shouting at her…pulling at her. She felt a physical spike of pain shoot through her heart as she looked back. The volume rising. No…don't look. She shut her eyes and turned back to the road. Instantly the noise level dropped…
Maybe… maybe she should follow it… something told her she should. Something… was calling her. Something drawing her to walk the road. Her soul pulled to her, pulling her to follow. She had to.
Something out there… was waiting for her. She didn't know how she knew. She just knew it. Something out there she had to do…had to see. It was…someone. Someone was waiting for her…
Maka's features sharpened and hardened as she felt a certainty and seriousness fall on her. She was now so sure she had to do this, she knew she had to. Someone was waiting for her. Someone she desperately wanted to see…needed to see… she now started to suspect she knew who it was. The fact that her soul was screaming his name to her helped that decision.
Maka began to step out onto the road, the small line of road as it led out into the sea. She felt a sudden shudder and doubt as she knew she was risking the very last shred of her mind doing this. But… no she didn't look back this time. She carried on walking. As she took her first step the blackness began to recede… the water calmed around the road. The thick mist above the sea parted, the dark clouds high above began to calm. Yes… she had to do this. The more she told herself that…the more determined she became…the more the waters receded. Not daring to even try and block her way. Not even trying to stop her.
Maka now began to walk quicker along the road, making her way along the route. She knew where she was going, she listened to the beat of her soul. She was going to meet someone, finally meet someone once again. She whispered out to herself, a single word…the name of the person she was going to meet. It wasn't planned, it wasn't organised….but she knew he was there….knew he would be there. Waiting for her…
"Crona…"
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