A/N: FTW! XD

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Kid sat upright in his bed, just thinking about everything that had happened recently. He glanced out the window and was taken aback; the sky was still crimson red. Had Ashura's madness not yet faded? Even now, he could still feel it…that unexplainable, terrifying pressure. He gripped his chest as his breathing became labored. He felt as if he was being crushed.

'I-it hurts! So much…!' Kid thought as he began to topple over in pain, 'I-I can't…breathe! S-someone…' His eyes were squeezed shut as he gritted his teeth and clutched at his chest.

"S-shinigami-kun!!" a voice shouted…it was Chrona.

She had returned to his room carrying a tray with soup and water on it, but quickly set it down and rushed to Kid's side. Panic-stricken, she got up on the bed with him, put one arm on his back for support and bent down trying to get eye-level with him. His breathing was strained and he was sweating slightly. He looked like he was in so much pain. Chrona felt so helpless…she wanted to help him, but there was nothing she could do.

"Shinigami-kun!" Chrona said, obviously extremely worried, "Are you alright?!" She loosened her grip when his head slowly rose to meet her gaze.

"M-mmn, …I'm alright." He panted between breaths.

"Are you sure?" the lavender-haired girl asked, worry evident in her voice. Kid was impressed at how she wasn't stuttering and how focused she as looking at him.

"Y-yes, I'm sure." He stammered, because she had put a soft, gloved hand on his cheek.

…Wait a minute,…gloved?

When he further examined her hand, he realized that she was now wearing soft, white gloves that flared out in ruffles at the ends that was tied with thin, red laces with a small red rose in the center of the bow on its side. His vision then trailed down her arm, the first time he had seen it bare, on to the rest of her body so that he could notice that she had made a change in outfit.

Her new outfit didn't differ much from her maid uniform in the way that they were both very frilly, lacey and beautiful. This one however, was a waitress' and was a dark maroon in color. At least the last one reached her knees, though! This one didn't even fall that far down. Kid could feel his face grow warm at the sight, for in Chrona's haste and concern for the boy, she had failed to make sure her dress fell properly when she had sat on his bed, exposing a generous amount of her long, creamy legs that her usual conservative attire hid.

"Eeep!" she squeaked as her face flushed. Apparently, she didn't realize just how close she was to the young Shinigami, their faces only inches apart and when she did notice, she was so embarrassed that she quickly jolted away from him almost all the way across the room.

"Ah! Oh, um…" she stuttered, still embarrassed and nervous, "I-I…soup!" she finally blurted out. Chrona inwardly yelled at herself for sounding so stupid, but she had already said it, so there was no turning back now. She quickly scuttled over to where she had left the soup on the tray and gingerly carried it over to the slightly confused boy.

"H-h-here…" she said, handing the tray over to him while avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"Oh, thank you," Kid replied accepting the offer. Chrona wanted to dash out of the room, but Kid stopped her, "Did you make this?"

"Ah…yes," the shy girl answered almost inaudibly.

"It's delicious." He stated after taking a sip. Then he looked up at her and smiled, which made her feel…weird. She suddenly felt her heart skip a beat and her knees buckle. Why? Why did she feel as if she was about to melt? After what felt like an eternity, Chrona decided she just couldn't take it anymore and slowly began to walk out of the room.

"Chrona-san? Where are you going?"

"Ah, I uh," the pinkette mumbled, in her haste to leave, she had failed to come up with a good idea for an excuse. She tapped her two index fingers together nervously when inspiration struck.

"I forgot the medicine!" which wasn't a lie actually. Again, she felt dumb for forgetting something so important, but was grateful to have an excuse to leave, even if it was only for a while. She then turned on her heels and shuffled out the room, her hands to her chest.

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"Heehee~ They're so cute~!" a certain Death God crooned happily while swaying back and forth.

"It's not nice to spy on them, ya know." His right hand man commented upon entering the Death Room.

"Oh, come on~! I'm just having a little fun, that's all." Shinigami-sama retorted in a playful tone, "Besides, you would do the same thing if you were in my shoes."

"But, Shinigami-sama…you don't wear shoes." Spirit reminded while sweat-dropping, wondering if the shinigami even had feet to be able wear shoes with.

"Oh, pish-posh!" he replied childishly as he returned to spying on his son through the mirror before giggling with glee once again.

"I know they're cute…but I think you might be having a bit too much fun with this, Shinigami-sama…"

"Well, I can't help it! I just never expected my plan to work out so well." The God of Death stated after he disconnected his mirror from Kid's dresser mirror, "And in more than one way to boot!"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, originally, I had asked Chrona to care for Kid because I thought her soul would have a good affect on him. I can't quite put my finger on it," he mused, slowly sticking out one of his giant, white fingers, "but that girl has a special power. A strange purity…I noticed this after we first met her, you remember?" Spirit nodded.

"I couldn't believe that she was the infamous demon sword wielder, because after all the killing that Medusa forced her to do, there is simply no way that she couldn't have become a Kishin. Medusa saw this and dubbed her experiment and child, a failure." He explained, his voice taking on a very sad and serious tone, "Of course, growing up abused like Chrona was, she was overwhelmed with insanity and misery."

"And yet, even through all of that, her soul remained pure. It's extraordinary…It's rare enough when a human has a pure heart, nonetheless a witch. It's unheard of. Then again, I've never heard of a witch who abandoned magic to learn to become a technician either!" Shinigami-sama chuckled.

"Oh, but anyway, I figured that a purity that powerful would keep the madness in Kid's heart at bay, making it easier for him to heal. But I have to say, I never expected for him to fall in love!" he sang with utter joy, "Ah, yes! I must begin the wedding preparations right away!"

Spirit only chortled along with his meister as he drabbled on and on about how wonderful the wedding would be and about how Chrona would make an adorable wife for Kid.

"She looks especially cute in that new dress! I wonder where she got it…?" the shinigami pondered with a suspicious tone, "Spirit? Would you happen to have any idea how my daughter-in-law managed to get herself a maid's and a waitress' uniform?"

"Oh my, is it that late already? Sorry, Shinigami-sama, but I promised Maka that I'd-! …I'd, I'd, uh…" Spirit babbled, trying to come up with a decent excuse to leave as he began to sweat.

"…SHINIGAMI-CHOP!!"

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Chrona fiddled with the medicine in her hands. Professor Stein had instructed her to be sure that Kid took these tablets twice a day. Easy enough, right? However, the young girl was finding it extremely difficult at the moment. She was standing outside his room, still twisting the pill bottle this way and that, not having worked up the courage to go inside yet.

Why? Why was it so hard for her to face him? True, it was rather difficult for Chrona to talk with anyone, but there was just something about him… Something that made her throat go dry and her heart race.

In Chrona's eyes, Kid was like a prince. He was smart, strong, brave, and handsome… He was always so well put together and he gave off more grace and dignity in his aura than anyone else she had ever seen. She both envied and greatly admired him. But that still didn't explain why she couldn't hardly handle being in his presence for more than two minutes. She didn't know how to deal with this!

What finally broke the young girl from her inner turmoil was the sound of the young shinigami coughing away in his room. An arrow of guilt went through her. How could she worry about that while a friend of hers was sick? Resolving on the fact that his suffering was greater and more important than hers, she slowly turned the knob and stepped inside.

By the time she came inside, Kid had taken a couple sips of water and was starting to calm down. Apparently, he hadn't even noticed that she had entered the room, because when she knelt down by him, asking if he was alright, he jerked back so violently that he fell off the other end of the bed.

"O-oh, my! Shinigami-kun!" Chrona said as she made her way around the bed to where the boy fell on the other side. She could hear a string of mumbled curses emitting from him as she neared.

"Did you hit your head? Do you want me to get you some ice?" she asked, concerned as she helped him to his feet.

"No, that won't be nec-…" Kid stopped short, for Chrona had made yet another outfit change, but this time into a nurse's uniform. He could hardly believe how cute she looked. The dress was white with thin, blue vertical stripes running on its surface. It had puffed shoulders and long sleeves that ended with poofy white gloves. She wore an apron and a small, nurse's hat with a tiny red cross in the center of it.

'JUST HOW MANY OUTFITS DID THAT PERVERT OF A MAN GIVE HER?!?!' Kid thought to himself with mixed emotions. He looked away from her, his bangs covering his eyes with a heavy blush on his face. For a moment, Chrona thought that he was angry with her. Oh, what should she do? What should she-

"Chrona-san," Kid interjected her thoughts, "Th-those clothes…" he mumbled, his blush growing an even darker shade of red. "Why are you wearing them?"

She blinked in confusion before answering, "…W-well, Death Sythe-sama said…" calling the man by his formal title, "t-that they would make you…f-feel good, …s-so I…" the innocent girl murmured.

'F-f-f-f-feeeeeeeel good?!' Kid brooded, mouth agape, 'W-why that-! Just what did he mean by that!!? And just what did he expect to happen-?!' he stopped, his face suddenly turning hot as gutter-minded images to the answer of his question began pouring into his mind.

"S-Shinigami-kun?" the pinkette asked softly. Kid jerked his head over to her, the sight of her so close almost overwhelming him. For no matter how hard he tried to rid his mind of those same gutter-minded images, they only seemed to multiply. He stumbled away from her, feeling dizzy, which only made the little nurse more worried. She got closer to him without thinking again, trying to comfort him, only making things all the worse for the boy. What were all these powerful urges? He had never felt anything like it before… He had to get away from her and fast! Else, who knows what he might do.

"A-ah, C-Chrona-san?" the nearly crazed adolescent panted, "I-I think I could use an icepack after all…" he stated with a nervous chuckle.

"A-alright," the completely clueless girl answered, "I'll be right back then."

He waited until she was completely out of the room before collapsing onto his bed. He cursed his teenage hormones as he slammed his palm to his forehead with a grunt for the second time that day. After he had collected himself to a degree, he picked up his cell phone and began dialing numbers. He was going to call Liz and ask her to get Chrona some appropriate apparel. He had to get rid of the temptations as soon as possible, because he simply couldn't deal with it.

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A/N: What can I say? I like clothes. And I like awkward situations. So putting them together is like the ultimate combination for me.

Yeah, I updated early, because I'm sick and all I have to do is kinda just sit here and write. Oh well, it's fun. =) More chapters comin' up soon.