Here we go. Second update ! A tad longer this time, I think I'm getting the hang of it. I'll probably keep on updating on Week-end, this seems to be working fine.

Chrona is now giving her book back ! (what progression since the next chapter ! ^^). Thankfully more things happen in this one. Anyway, I'd also like to know your advice on Soul. I know this is a Chrona/Maka fanfic, but I get the feeling that I have simply left him out. Oh well. Too bad for him.

Ah, yes. I don't own Soul Eater. Still. --sob--


Maka was watching from afar Chrona "stepping" to the counter ( meaning Chrona was taking a complicated route to avoid any possible touch, look, or any contact with other people ). Flashing an encouraging smile to her, she couldn't help but sweatdrop when Chrona hid herself under a table, moving it along with her as a camouflage.

" Hum... Chrona'll always be Chrona. Can't be helped, I guess... " said Soul, showing his trademark lazy grin.

" Don't you say that !", Maka pouted. " I'm sure Chrona will do perfectly fine ! "

" Oy, don't get so fired up... Geez, who would have think that you of all people would be the one to care the most for her..." he said with a soft chuckle.

" Soul..."

She knew it. Well, it was no surprise, after all. Soul had been hurt by Chrona. Badly. To protect her, Maka, from a death blow. There was no way he could forgive her so easily.

Soul easily guessed what was on Maka's mind. God, how long was this scar going to complicate their relationship ? He hated talking about himself, or what was on his mind. Part of the cool guys'mystery, right ? Yet he had no choice but to tell her, or what happened the last time would only repeat itself. He'd rather NOT go through the pain of realigning their souls' wavelength again. Maka had been hurt, he had been hurt, and if it weren't for Tsubaki, they probably would have never be able to partner ever again. So, for once, he opened his heart.

" Don't look so down, Maka. Cool guys don't dwell on the past, do they ? Believe me, for having experienced it back then, I understand very well how much she has suffered from madness. But now, we are here to help, right ?"

Maka couldn't believe it. Did he just said what she think he said ? Quickly regaining her composure, she gave him a hearted nod.

" except... ". Soul was now scratching the back of his head, seeming somewhat annoyed.

" What ? "

What could that mean ? Soul just told her everything was alright. What was on his mind ?

" Well, I don't know about Chrona, but teaching some manners to the black midget seems quite impossible to me."

" The black midget ? You mean Ragna - "

As if on cue, a familiar shriek rose in the air...

" Who asked for your idiotic advice, you dumb stick ? ", shrieked the said midget to the employee. Chrona was currently doing her best not to faint on the spot. Everyone was looking at her ! She never felt so embarrassed ; even when Medusa would look at her with nothing but disgust, she always managed to withstand the pressure. Why was it that a few mere student looking at her making a fool of herself made her so uncomfortable ? Turning his attention to Chrona, Ragnarok started to pinch her :

" And you, Chrona ? What do you think you're doing freaking out ! Are you going to do what the she-pig told you ? Heh ? Heeeeeeeh ?

Oh no. Maka was looking at her, while she was failing so ridiculously.

Never losing his cool, Mustacho (that's the employee name for now ) answered Ragnarok with a most professionnal tone :

" I was merely stating the the fact that, if this person liked this book, there were other that might fit her tastes. Now, would you please stop pinching her cheeks ? It seems most painful. " he concluded with a little bow.

" Like hell I'm gonna stop ! I'll pinch her 'till she get's it ! "

" how how how ! It hurts ! Stop it ! "

" RAG...NA...ROK... "

Ragnarok could swear the temperature had gone a few degrees down. When he turned his head, he immediatly decided never to anger the she-pig in a library. Never, ever again.


Maka chop is a powerful attack, based on the unknow but extremely destructive power of books. Usually, Maka resort to the book she's carrying, which is thus light and small. However, in a library, books of various size are most easily picked up and use.

Maka was now wielding a tome of the biggest Shinigami Encyclopedia.


The shock could have put even the feared "Shinigami chop" to shame. The whole building was shaking from the blast. Needless to say, Ragnarok was done for. He didn't even have the time to shield himself with Chrona.

Speaking of which, the said Chrona was in emotional turmoil.

Oh no. What should I do ? Maka is angry at me. I don't want her to hit me. But, she has the right to hit me. I failed her. Completely.

" Chrona ... ? "

Maka's voice send Chrona shuddering on the floor.

" D-Don't hit me ! Please ! I'm sorry ! I'm sorry... "

Chrona's voice trailed down.

" Please... "

" Chrona... I'm not going to hit you. I'll never hurt you on purpose. You know that, right ? We're friends."

Chrona raised her head, giving Maka desperate look. Her voice was trembling.

" Maka... I...I...!"

Maka was now giving Chrona a warm-hearted hug, doing her best to comfort the sobbing girl.

" I'm sorry, Maka. I..I don't think I can do it. There's no way I can be like you..."

" Idiot. Who asked you to do so ? Just be yourself. The only thing you need is to able to stand your ground firm. Especially with Ragnarok..." Maka said with gentle smile.

Maka was not angry at her ? She even said she liked her the way she was ! It was impossible. Who would like someone like her ? Chrona felt like crying. Maka was so nice to her... Inside of Chrona's desert soul, an incredible tide was taking place. It covered all the sand but one island, which soon flourished with plants and nice animals. Lil'Maka and lil'Chrona were playing on the beach, building huge sand castles that would never fall. Both of their shadow were holding hands, grining happily. All was well.

Well, maybe except for...

Chrona suddenly realised that everyone in the library was watching them.

-- Panic attack --

Chrona buried her face face in Maka's chest, holding her tightly. The whistles that arised did nothing to ease her mind.

" Ma-Maka... D-Drive them away... please ? "she said with a small voice.

" Alright, everyone, the show is over. Now scram ! "said Maka, definitly angry. How could they look at Chrona as if she was some kind of entertainment ?

" You heard the lady. " Soul choosed this moment to step in, transforming his arm in case someone was too dense to get the message.

The crowd hurriedly stepped out of the library, leaving them alone with Mustacho.

" I must apologise. I had no idea my inquiry would trigger such turmoil." he said. "please, take this."

He gave Chrona a neatly folded handerkief.

" I think you are in dire need for some rest. If you wish so, I would gladly write you a note for your professor explaining him the situation."

Maka agreed. It would certainly best for Chrona not to force herself anymore today.

" Yes, please. Soul, can you take care of the note ?"

" Sure, no problem. I'll see you in the classroom, then."

And with that he took the note and left.

" C'mon Chrona. Let's get you some rest, right ?"