"Shh, it's nothing" Maka whispered in Crona's hair as she attempted to comfort him. Crona was sobbing uncontrollably, worse than she had ever seen him before. Her heart stopped for a second when she heard something shatter to pieces somewhere in the kitchen or living room. A few seconds later she heard Soul slamming the door of their apartment and she knew he wasn't coming home for at least a few hours. But she didn't really understand it, he had no reason to be mad, right ? He was the one who lost his patience and hurt Crona, she just naturally protected him. "Maka.." she looked down to Crona, who still had tears in his eyes, but wasn't really crying anymore. "Hm" she responded. "The dreams- they, they got worse" Maka silently gasped. "What do you mean ? I thought you said they weakened every night" Crona slightly nodded. "Yes, but today.. today they were worse. I dreamt that she was here, that she was standing right in front of me. She told me she would hurt you, if I didn't come with her. Then- then you came in with Soul and.. And she- she…" The tears started rolling over his cheeks again. Maka padded his back as he continued. "She forced me, she forced me to kill you both. I couldn't control my body, I didn't want to but-" He swallowed, "but it was as if she controlled my body" Maka became confused, but then told herself it was just a dream. Just another, really scary dream of his, nothing exactly special. "It, it was just a dream Crona. You know you get these often, it doesn't mean anything." She doubted her own words, but she tried to ignore that. "I can sleep with you tonight, maybe that'll keep the nightmares away. What do you think ?" Crona nodded and smiled a little bit. "You get yourself comfortable already. I'll go get some extra pillows" Maka got up and walked over to her room, got some pillows and returned. But not before she checked the living room. Soul still hadn't returned, and she couldn't help but feel slightly worried. Death city wasn't exactly the place to be at night. But on the other hand, Soul was a scythe. He could probably save himself in most situations. She sighed and took a look at the kitchen, to discover the shards of a broken plate shattered around on the floor. She quickly cleaned the mess he made up, then went over to Soul's room and crawled next to Crona. He was a lot taller than Maka, but still seemed like a little, vulnerable kid next to her. With a small smile playing across her face, she fell asleep.

The next morning Maka woke up, and after seeing Crona sleep peacefully, the first thing that came to mind was Soul. Although she was really mad at him last night, she too noticed that having Crona stay in their apartment started to have its effect on their relationship. She didn't like it one bit, but what could she do ? She couldn't just abandon Crona in the state he was in. Maka carefully got up, trying not to wake Crona, and went over to the living room. She sighed with relieve the moment she saw Soul sleep on the sofa, and sat down on the floor next to him. She put the small blanket in a way that covered him properly, and smiled when she saw his mouth slightly open. Maka got up and started to prepare pancakes, because she knew that was Soul's favourite breakfast.

Soul opened his eyes when the smell of freshly baked pancakes dawned on him. Quickly he got up, walked over to the kitchen and saw Maka preparing what he had smelled previously. He wanted to smile, but the thought of how she treated him yesterday immediately ruined his mood. Maka turned around, facing him with a pan of pancakes in her hand. "Goodmorning, I made you pancakes !" She smiled brightly as she hold up the pan to show the pancakes. The urge to act all cozy grew, but he knew there had to be a talk about this whole situation, because the way it was going right now, couldn't continue forever. "I meant what I said yesterday" He said and he stared at her from a few feet distance. Maka felt her heart skip a beat and put down the pan she was holding. She looked up to him. "What do you mean ?" "You should really think about your own health instead of waking up every time Crona has one of his irritating nightmares." Maka's mood got worse every second. "Do you really want to go there ? I made you pancakes, I was actually in a good mood and here you are ruining it all once again. Thanks a lot, Soul." She angrily threw some pancakes on each plate. "Oh and for your information, plates don't grow on trees. Try controlling yourself next time" Soul clenched his fists. "Do you want me to throw Crona next time, maybe ? I'll be more than happy to" Maka was furious. For a moment, she asked herself why she ever accepted him as her weapon. "Why do you always have to be such a jerk ? I really, really fucking hate you sometimes, you know that ?" She yelled and approached him to push him as hard as she could. Sadly, that wasn't really hard, her being a tiny girl, him being a muscular boy that is a scythe, on top of that. "Push me as much as you want, it won't have any effect. Since you're weak, you're just a weak, tiny little girl" He didn't mean it, but for some reason he preferred fighting with her over being completely set aside for Crona. And this was probably the only way to interact with her at all. "I wonder why I ever became your friend. You're obviously nothing but an ignorant piece of shit" She harshly pushed him aside and ran to her room. Soul tried to laugh it of and sat down at the table, eating his pancakes all by himself.