Late update. Killing me. Well, here's the third chapter. Not much to say about it, though. Just the continuation of chapter two and ( hopefully ) the prelude to chapter four. On with the fic then !
It feels ridiculous repeating it, but better safe than sorry. I don't own Soul Eater.
" Haaaa... I can't believe those guys were whistling us ! Whistling ! "
Maka was fuming, dragging behind her a dumbstruck Chrona, who was slowly coming back to reality ; glancing around, she realised they had left the library without her noticing. Well, everything was a bit blurry after her panick attack. She could only assume what happened, but judging by what Maka was mumbling, Chrona wasn't entirely sure she wished to know...
She timidely tried to catch Maka's attention.
" Ma-... Maka ? What happened ? "
" What, don't you remember ? When you buried your face in my chest, those idiots started whistling us ! "
" When you buried your face your face in my chest, - "
" Buried your face in my chest "
" Your face in my chest "
Chrona's face, usually pale, turned the deepest shade of red you could possibly imagine. Then turned even paler than usually, as Chrona started to shake. Her mind was currently doing its best to process the information and stay in control, as even more embarassing thoughts started to pop in her head. Strange, Ragnarok was asleep, it wasn't even his voice. Whose thoughts was it ? Of course, Chrona's mind would never allow her to notice those thoughts were solely hers.
Of course, such a drastic change didn't go unnoticed. Maka, being the smart girl she was, figured quickly why Chrona was trying to beat a traffic light at changing color.
" Chrona ? There's nothing to be embarassed of, you know. " she said with a soft tone." I'm just angry at their stupidity. Besides, I'm always there to give you a hug, right ? "
Flashing a bright smile, she opened her arms. Chrona, still fighting her thoughts that were involving more and more Maka and less and less clothing, wasn't focused enough to respond to the invitation. Maka let out a little sigh and closed the distance, embracing her. That sure did the trick to bring Chrona back. Maka was so close, she could feel Chrona's heartbeat - Which sounded like she was going into cardiac arrest -. The hug magic was soon working though, calming its frenzy beatings. She started to soothe Chrona's back, which had grown tense from the sudden, blissful contact. Maka was know feeling perfectly at ease. Closing her eyes, she let her head rest on Chona's shoulder. After a while, Chrona started to shakily return the embrace, trying to mimicry Maka's movements. They remained hugging in the middle of corridor, for long, long minutes. Not that Chrona minded, though. This was as far as she would dare to be close to someone, and Maka was certainly the person she wanted the most to be close to. she was enjoying every second of this intimate moment she shared with her. Sadly, they had to pull back at some point.
" There ! Feeling better now ? You see, nothing to be ashamed of... "
Extanding her hand, Maka flashed a grin.
"Shall we go now ?"
Noding shyly with a small smile, Chrona gladly accepted it. They started walking again, Maka leading the way.
Maka's warmth... Chrona could still feel it from Maka's hand. It seemed it washed all over her body, gaving her... confidence. Self-esteem. She felt like she could deal with anything, as long, just as long as Maka would hold her hand. That was how much Maka meant to her. She did nothing but good to her, putting along with all her whims and various O.. She would still look for her, talk to her, care for her ! That was when the realisation dawned on Chrona :
To put it bluntly, Maka was her normality. Without her... She'd rather not think about it.
" Pfffuah -- I never thought we would make it ! I swear, what went through Shinigami Sama's thick skull when he gave you this room in the dungeon ? "
" Th-... That's alright. I don't mind it. It's really calm, and Mr. Corner is really nice... "
" Huh-huh. Figures. "
Maka reached for the door. It was already slightly open ? Someone might have ventured inside. he might even be still there.
" I don't like this... ", she murmured.
Gesturing for Chrona to step aside, she cautiously opened the door, ready for anything that might jump at them ( As always, Maka was taking things way too seriously ) . Chrona could only stare, dumbfounded, as an entire bucket of water fell on Maka. ( So much for the serious ! )
Maka was completely panicking now.
" -various gurgles -" Finally getting rid of the bucket, Maka looked frantically at her surroundings. " Heh ?! What ?! Who ? Huh ? What's
that ? "
On the floor, drenched in water, a note with an all too familiar signature was standing proudly.
Yah - hah ! It's me, the big Black Star !
What are you doing, grovelling at the bottom of that creeepy dungeon ? Well, worry not, for the great me as the solution for everything ! This water shall help a little sprout like you to get bigger under the everlasting sun of my soul !
The man who surpass the gods,
Black Star
Black Star was dead and he didn't even know it.
" I'm going to to rip apart his achille tendons !!!!!!! "
" Ma- Maka ? "
Maka was wet. In a cold dungeon. With no spare change and an appartment that was miles away. She felt the depression kick in. Full force.
" -Snif-... I can't even get back to the class looking like that...-sob- I'm going to fail the course. I'm going to fail the school. -hic- I wanted so bad to be a master technician, just like my mom... I'm nothing but trash... ". She let herself slide to the floor.
" Hum... " Fidgeting and looking away, Chrona said " You can borrow me some of my cloths..."
Maka immediatly jumped upward. Star in her eyes.
" Really ?! You would do that for me ? That's so nice of you ! I owe you my life here !"
And she immediatly started to undress. Chrona had to have been taken by surprise. That was the only logical explanation. Otherwise, why would have been she looking at Maka... undressing... in the first place ? Her clothes were all wet, so her shirt and skirt were really... revelative to say the least. When she started to pull them off, Chrona found herself a extreme interest for the wall in the opposite direction. Despite her attempts to engage conversation with it, her interest obviously soon vaned as her thought were quickly drifting to Maka's body, drenched in water, tiny drops running among her...
10 sec after Chrona turned her back to Maka, she was already picking glances back. Oh god. Her imagination was no match for the real thing. Her body was all she imagined, and way more. Covered in scar from battles. All that Chrona's mind were able to register was how good scars looked on her.
Maybe I could add a scar or two ?
No. That was wrong. But it would look so nice... NO ! Chrona hastily turned around, facing the wall, counting the bricks. 1,2,3 - She wouldn't gave in to insanity - 4,5,6 - Not now. Not in this situation. - 7 - SCARS ! Chrona flinched at the voice. It felt like it was tearing through her thoughts. She clutched her head with her hands. She could hear Maka calling her name. Not now... Not now, please...
" Chrona ? I'm done changing. Say, you only have one type of cloth in your dresser ! "she said, giggling.
Chrona turned around. She was shaking and covered in sweat. Maka could see it immediatly. Chrona was having another crisis. But it felt different than a normal madness attack. Just like her encounter with the clown, she felt her soul being dragged. This horrible, foreign feeling of having the most intimate, personnal part of you being seized and used like a toy. She could feel though that Chrona's soul was crying, longing for her. Odd. It wasn't fear, nor greed that drove Chrona's madness. It was... something else. Maka could not put a name on it. Why bother anyway ? Just go with flow. Feel. Enjoy. This isn't so bad, isn't it ?
" Damn... Can't... think... straight... "
It was a mirror. There was Chrona, and her reflection. When did I get so beautiful, wondered Chrona ? It seems I'm in pain, though. I should tell my recflection to stop. It's doing it all wrong ; I feel fine now. " Hello ? Ms. reflection ? I'm fine now. You can stop. " Good. It's no longer in pain : it's flashing me a smile. Should I be smiling too, then ? I'm really pretty when I smile, it seems.
It was a mirror. There was Maka, and her reflection. When did I get so beautiful, wondered Maka ? Stop... It seems I'm fine, though. I should tell my reflection to stop. It's doing it all wrong ; I feel bad now. No.... " Hel...he...b'd now... stop...stop...I... I feel fine now ? I feel fine. Thats good ! I'm fine ! Oh joy ! It seems my reflection was right after all !
" Hum... I think I like myself a lot...". Chrona's reflection was beaming with confidence.
" I made myself feel better. Thanks a lot for that ! ". Maka's reflection was so happy.
" I...I...hum... ". She felt drawn to her image.
" Here's my reward, I guess ? " She happily leaned toward her reflection.
And then, both image became one as they kissed their reflections.
