Disclaimer: Same trigger warnings apply. This chapter isn't based on the song, it's just the same thing from a different perspective.

It was strange… I saw the reaper boy walking through the school, but there wasn't even any school that day. He didn't have those gun girls with him either. But that wasn't even the oddest part: his eyes were. I usually don't know how to deal with his yellow eyes, but then there was something just wrong with them. They were lost eyes.

I've never seen the look he had, but I knew it from all the times I've been there. He wasn't living in reality; he was living inside the Hell in his head. And he wanted to escape it. Forever.

The poor reaper boy. We're not that different, we both live in a sort of Hell, and neither of us know how to deal with it. I think his Hell might even be worse than mine. It's impossible to tell, he never talks about it. He likes to pretend that nothing is wrong and hates it whenever that illusion breaks. It's not a surprise that the Hell consumed him by now.

He walked up the stairs. Up and up and up. I didn't follow him, but I knew where the reaper boy was going. At the very top of the school was a very high, very lonely balcony. In the whole city, it was the best place to give up. I would never jump off of it, since I don't know how to deal with dying, but I do think about it a lot. I would never leave Maka like that either. What Reaper Boy needs is his own Maka.

Well, I guess he does have the Maka, but not a Maka. The gun girls or his dad are probably the closest, but they aren't the same. He cares too much what his dad thinks and the gun girls depend on him too much. Nobody is actually there for him. At least, he doesn't think so. He thinks that he'd be the only person who would actually care if he were to leave. In a way, he's his own Maka, but you can't be both a Maka and a Crona, it just doesn't work like that.

I know I should stop him, but I don't know what to do. We don't really know each other. I know his real name, it's Kid, but I still have to call him Reaper Boy because we're not really friends. I can't call someone their name unless I know them.

It's not the reaper's fault we're not friends. He's nice and acts friendly to me despite everything I've done to him and his friends, but he'd do that to anybody. He's too nice. I don't know how to deal with that.

And he's scary too. I know she did nothing but lie to me, but Lady Medusa would always say how evil a reaper is. Those yellow eyes, flooding with Hell or not, feel like they could kill me. They won't, but they could.

I'm sorry Reaper Boy. I can't help you. I'll try to go to your funeral, but all those crying people- I don't think I'd be able to deal with it. Maka would be so sad. She really likes him. And the big reaper would be devastated. I wonder what he'd do when his little reaper boy dies.

I smiled thinking about it. I'm not supposed to be smiling, I'm supposed to be crying. One of Maka's friends is going to die. I could save him. I should save him. But I wouldn't. All I would do is stand there, smiling.

Oh well.

He'll be in a better place, right? That's what they all say. And it's not really my fault either. If I were here or not, Reaper Boy would still be on that balcony.

I closed my eyes and the smile fell. My back was against the wall. I waited quietly for the screams. Somebody was going to find his mindless, bodiless soul soon, and I waited for that sound.

It never came.

Instead, there were footsteps.

I opened my eyes again and saw him walking back toward me. Alive? What stopped him? His eyes weren't clouded anymore. The Hell was still there, but it wasn't blinding him now. Did he do that himself? If he did, it won't stay like that forever. Being your own Maka will not work, I know it won't.

The reaper boy saw me as he walked by. He stopped for me. Why? "Hey, are you sure you're okay?"

Am I sure? What was that supposed to mean? Did I miss a conversation where I told him I was okay? Does he think I'm not okay? But I thought he was the not-okay one! I don't know how to deal with this!

"I-I-I'm o-okay," I said.

Reaper Boy smiled at me. "That's good. We can always talk if not. I promise I won't tell Maka if you don't want me to."

I would talk to Maka long before I would talk to Reaper Boy, okay or not. What does he think we are to each other? "O-okay," I ended up saying again.

The reaper left. Back to his big house with all those creepy paintings and his weapons so he can keep himself distracted until the next time he trips back into Hell.

I don't want that day to come, but I won't stop it then either.

"Hope you like pasta~" Maka said. She walked into my room, her arms full of pale snake-like dead things on a plate. They were covered in red stuff that was too thick to be blood, so I have no idea what it actually was.

"P-pasta?"

Maka nodded. "Don't worry, it's delicious." She set one plate in front of me and the other in front of herself as she sat on the floor across from me. "Liz and Patty went to Italy this weekend and brought us back a whole lot of food. Actual Italian pasta is some of the best things I've ever tasted."

Lady Medusa would never give me anything like this to eat. I usually don't even really like the food that Maka brings, but I always eat it. The 'pasta' was… interesting… to eat. Maka really seemed to like it though, so that made me happy.

"I think they might have been banished from Italy though," Maka continued as she ate. "Patty told me that Kid blew up the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Nobody was hurt, but they can't be happy about losing such a big tourist attraction. Even if he's not banished, I'm sure that Lord Death won't send him back there." She took another bite of the food snakes. "Apparently Kid took it really hard. He disappeared, so Liz and Patty spent all day trying to find him, but he never actually left the academy."

"Oh… W-where did he go?"

Maka shrugged. "We don't know, he never really said. But don't worry, he's fine."

I know where he went. He made a big mistake, and big mistakes make the Cronas in your head so much louder than the Makas. The reaper boy must of went back to the jumping balcony, but talked himself off of it again. It's sad. Nobody knows what he's doing because he doesn't talk to anyone about it. I know, but that doesn't count. I don't even really know if I'm right about all this, but it's the only thing that makes sense.

Me and Maka kept eating the food snakes while Maka talked about the others too. She told me that the assassin and demon weapon went to Japan together, and her scythe is up to 60 souls. I usually love hearing about all of Maka's other friends, but I couldn't stop thinking about the reaper boy. I really couldn't stop. I don't know how to deal with it. I knew something nobody else did, but I couldn't tell anybody. If Reaper Boy wanted people to know, he'd tell them. It's not up to me.

Could I even do something?

"Hey, Maka," I mumbled.

"Yeah?"

"I-if someone was, um, s-sick, how could I help them?" I don't know the right words. I've never been good with words. I was taught to always fight any problem I had, not talk to it, but I can't fight Reaper Boy, that'd make it worse.

"Sick with what?" Maka asked.

I looked at the floor. What should I say? Sick of being here? Sick in the head? Just stuck in Hell? Being sick is when you're weaker than usual and need help, which is what he was. But in his head. "S-sick…"

Even if I don't say things right, Maka knows. "Okay," she said, "Whenever Soul is sick I do little nice things for him, like let him sleep, take notes for him, and things like that. People love getting soup whenever they're not feeling well. Cheering them up is also always helpful. Just pushing solutions on them won't help, but if they have anything they want to say, listening to them can work wonders." Maka stood up and put her hand in front of me. I think she wanted me to grab it. "Hey, why don't I show you how to make soup! That way if anybody you know ever gets sick, you can give them something to heal them right up."

"O-okay. That sounds like fun." I did grab Maka's hand, and she lifted me to my feet. We were going to make soup together and that'll fix Reaper Boy. He won't die, and Maka won't cry. I smiled, but it was a good smile this time. For once, I was doing a good thing.

It was a lot of hours later, but I walk up to the big, scary, skull-covered door of Reaper Boy and Gun Girls' house. The door made a loud noise as I hit it, which I hoped he could hear. Well, someone heard it.

"Kiiiiiiiid! Someone's at the dooooooooooor!" Someone inside yelled. It sounded like the younger gun girl.

"I know. I'll get it," a second voice said. That one sounded like Reaper Boy. It must have been because both the big, black, scary, doors opened and he was there behind them with those big, yellow, scary, Hell-filled eyes. The Hell was worse than last time. It made my throat hurt looking at them.

Reaper Boy smiled at me. "Crona, long time no see," he said, but it sounded wrong. Like he didn't mean it. We haven't seen each other in weeks. Was that not a long time? "So to what do I owe the honor?"

I don't really know what that means, so I held out the soup in the plastic that Maka gave to me, dropping it into his hands. "M-me and Maka made this… for you… to eat… o-or maybe drink."

The reaper boy stared at it. "Oh. Thank you, it looks very appetizing. If you'd like, you can stay with us for dinner and all of us can have it together."

"No. I have to let you sleep so that Maka won't cry. Goodbye."

Reaper Boy looked confused, but then he nodded. "Okay. Well, it was great seeing you again. And thanks again for the soup, I really appreciate it. Let me know if you ever change your mind. My offer's still on the table if you ever want to talk. Otherwise, have a wonderful night."

"Okay…" I walked away from the big house while Reaper Boy closed the doors.

I did it. I was a good friend. Well, me and Reaper Boy still aren't really friends, but I was a good friend to Maka by helping out her friend.

But I don't think I made any of the Hell go away forever. He needs a Maka for that. How am I supposed to find him a Maka? Well, until I can, I'll just make Soup Makas. That should be enough, right?

I've never really celebrated a birthday, and I don't know when my birthday is or how old I am exactly, but I know Reaper Boy's birthday is tomorrow. He was going to turn 16, which is a big deal I think. People said that he was going to 'mature', but I already thought he was mature, so I don't know what'll happen. I was at his house, helping Maka decorate. All of Maka's friends were there too, besides the reaper boy, since it was supposed to be a surprise, and his weapons, since they were keeping him away.

That was until the older gun girl came running in. She looked very scared. "Kid's gone!"

"What do you mean 'Kid's gone'?" the assassin asked.

"I mean he's gone! Spirit gave up a letter from his dad, and he had a reaction or something because he ran away like a crazy person! Patty's still looking for him, but I have no idea where he could be!"

I think I know. They couldn't find him the last time he went there either.

Maka jumped off of the ladder she was on. "It's okay, I'll find him." She closed her eyes for a second, then opened them again. I know what that is, she was seeing souls. Maka's really good at seeing souls, but it won't work. Reaper Boy's soul is being poisoned by his own black blood, it won't look the same. She'd know what to look for if I told her. But maybe Maka could see through it anyway.

Maka looked around. No, she couldn't see it. How sad. He'll die all alone a day before his birthday. It kind of works out. I never got him a birthday present, and now I won't be expected to get him one.

"Did you find him?" Demon Weapon asked.

"No," Maka said. She talked so much quieter than usual. "Does his soul look different because he's maturing?"

"I don't know, maybe!" Gun Girl was very, very scared. I actually think everybody was. Either scared, sad, or both. Even Maka.

I still don't know how to deal with a funeral. And I can't deal with all of these sad scared people. We weren't even decorating anymore. I should leave.

"Do you know what his soul might look like now?" Maka asked as I started walking out.

"No, I-I don't know. He really shouldn't be alone when he gets like that. Maka, we need to find him!"

"I know, I know. I'm looking."

I closed the door, separating me from the people with all their complicated emotions. In the past, I would have killed people with complicated emotions, but I don't like killing people anymore unless they're evil. I don't like death. And I don't want the reaper boy to die either. It really is sad.

You know what he needed? For his birthday, the reaper probably should have gotten a Maka. Someone who gets him. Who's there for him. That one person who knows him better than anybody else. His Maka would know where he is right now, and they'd save him too. That's what Makas do. How could I ever find someone like that?

"Hey idiot!" I heard Ragnarok , but my blood wasn't moving. He wasn't forming. But why? "I know you know where he is. Are ya gonna do anything about it?"

"No. I can't handle s-" Oh, there's the moving blood.

Ragnoarok's big white hand grabbed my nose and started pulling it up. It really hurt. He laughed. "You're such a coward, you know that?" He let go of my nose and started pulling my hair. That really, really hurt! "You're a little chicken. Say bock bock. Go on, do it chicken!"

"I'M NOT A CHICKEN!" My fist, hardened with blood, punched Ragnarok in the face. That hurt him as much as he hurt me. My blood shifted again so he was gone again.

I have to prove him wrong. I really am not a chicken, I'm a human. I'll go to Reaper Boy and do something about it. I'll be his Maka. At least until he finds someone better.

I ran all the way to the DWMA like a good Maka would. Who knows how much time I have before he jumps. I need to be there for him.

"Wait, Crona-" I thought I heard someone say, but I ignored it and kept running up and up and up. There were so many stairs, but I still made it to the top.

The door was so heavy and creaky, but I pushed it open. There he was. He was standing on the railing already in just his socks. I've never talked to a barefoot person before. Or someone on a balcony's rail. What was I supposed to say? What would Maka do? She would be his friend.

"Kid?!" I yelled. "W-what are you doing?"

He didn't say anything. Kid just kept standing there, not jumping, but not not-jumping. Was the Hell too loud to hear me though?

I grabbed his arm. He'd have to feel that, right? Hell or not? "Hey, don't do it please. Don't listen to the Hell inside your head. I-it's not worth it."

It's not. It never is.

Kid stepped down. Finally, it felt like I could breathe again. I don't even know when I stopped breathing to begin with.

He looked at me, but it looked like he didn't believe I existed. Still, he was alive. And starting to cry. I can't handle crying people, but I had to be strong.

I started talking really quiet, like Maka does. "I understand what you're going through… Do you want to… talk about it?" According to Maka, that's how you cure sick people. That's how she cured me, I think.

"Please don't tell my father," he said. He sounded so sad. Kid walked to his shoes and picked them up to start hugging them. "He can't know, nobody can know, they can never know."

A/N: A guest, Afgks, commented that it would be cool to see Crona's perspective, so I started thinking about what that would be like. Ends up, I found it interesting. Thanks for the suggestion Afgks! I've never really written Crona before just in general, I like just kind of ignoring their existence in most fics, so these two stories, especially this chapter, had much more Crona than I've ever used before. I tried to really make Crona's voice distinct, which I know the language is very repetitive, but does it work? Have any thoughts? Good, bad, anything? I'd love to hear them.