Authors Note: Hey guys, I know I said I would write a happier story, but until I can come up with good one; here's the next chapter, if you want to call it that. I tried to write it in Ragnarok's point of view and keep Chrona genderless….

Please R & R! It would be greatly appreciated!

I don't own Soul Eater. (I would love to ~'if only in my dreams' ~) lol.

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His meister was dying.

He was sure of it- Chrona's pale face was ashen -looking now and the black blood seeped from his body. His once light pink hair and darkened into a sickening color, damp from the black blood. And there was a horrible metallic smell that clung to the air, like the air itself was soaked with blood too. He no longer had any control over it, and for once in his life, Ragnarok felt truly useless.

"Chrona…" he tried to prod him awake, "come' on, wake up."

All he received was a slight groan in response.

"Are you alright?" Ragnarok demanded.

He watched as his meister desperately tried to collect some energy to respond. Finally, Chrona answered, "y-yes…I just need to rest a …a little…" but the child's voice was rough and scratchy and seemed to fade away, even to Ragnarok's ears.

'Rest' my ass. What a lie.

Ragnarok could feel it too, the cold that seemed to seep through to his soul. He could feel the biting numbness spread like a disease throughout his entire body, his arm felt like they were detached and forgotten. He felt like a slow moving slug as he morphed out behind his meister's back, and he trembled to keep himself together in form. No. He was strong; he was not going to die here, alone and forgotten. That was the only thing he had ever truly feared for in life.

"Chrona, get up. We will not die here, at least." He waited desperately for an answer, but Chrona remained still and unmoving.

A single raindrop hit his cheek. Then another. And another

Ragnarok looked up, and saw a dark gray sky. He smirked at the irony of the situation- weather always found a way to reflect emotions. It was like God itself was crying. He didn't even bother to shield himself from the frigid rain. But as he lay there holding his meister's limp head, a sense of hatred overtook him. God should not be crying- it was too late for that. If God ever gave a damn, it should've done something before this had ever happened- it had never cried for them before so why now?

"R-Ragnarok…" Chrona's voice was now so weak; he at first didn't hear, but after the second time, he was pulled out of his thoughts.

"Yes?" he murmured quietly, for once. He might as well comfort the poor kid in death, plus he didn't have the heart to induce any more grief on the child. Chrona had never deserved any of it.

"I-I'm so sorry…I've f-failed…"

Ragnarok felt a pang of guilt. "No Chrona, you didn't."

"I- I didn't?" the child's voice rasped.

"No," he responded, " no you…." But he was interrupted by a sickly cough from his meister, and as he looked, he cringed at seeing black blood seep from the mouth. Chrona smiled weakly at him, and let a sigh of relief escape from the lips. Ragnarok did not need to continue, because he knew his meister understood why. They had been partners forever, and knew everything about each other.

But as he looked at Chrona once again, he was surprised to find a content smile on the child's face. "What's with the smile?" he asked.

Chrona continues to smile softly, but answers even weaker than before in a soft, dreamy voice. "I've always liked the rain… do- do you like it?"

What a strange question. "Why?"

"It's so cool, and clean…. and when-whenever I'm in it, it feels like- like I become lighter, and cleaner, and all the bad things seem to slip away…."

Ragnarok hummed in thought.

"Maybe your right Chrona. I'd never thought of it that way… I guess I do like it." All dark thoughts of the rain vanished from his mind right then. And it did seem to become cleansing- the blood filled air seemed to wash away, and the blood that smeared Chrona's face disappeared along with it. And all inhibitions were swept away. Maybe The God did care for them after all…

They each laid there in silence, content in each other's presence, each feeling their souls getting lighter by the second.

"I- I'm just glad y-you're with me here, and now…." Chrona continued, "… you- you've always been… a-and I thank you."

Ragnarok balked in surprise, looking at Chrona with wide eyes and in realization. He hadn't realized until then, how ridiculous his fear was. He had never been alone. Chrona had always been there with him, every step of the way, and would continue to do so. Ragnarok would have a witness to his death, just like he would be for Chrona's.

"You too, Chrona." He replies. All went calm- and even when Chrona ceased moving, and Ragnarok settled into ceaseless silence, they knew they still had each other.

And that's all that ever truly mattered.