Wassup guys. Sorry this chapter is gonna be SUPER short, but be prepared for a MAJOR cliffhanger in this chapter (hehe i'm just that evil :D). Also I DID change the name, only because my original intentions were to make this a one or two chapter story, but it turned out to be much more than that, so now the name is no longer "Soul Crossed Lovers" (obviously).

This chapter is rated M for Language, Blood, Gore, and attempted suicide.

By: HellsWorstMistake (Zemohia)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Soul Eater. Please support the original release.

The rain poured heavily, echoing on the roof of the little, dark, damp cave Crona had taken shelter in. Only the light of a dim flashlight the he held lit up the pitch black area around him. Small drips of water echoed, filling the almost silent cave with noise. He wandered around until he reached a large clearing, with enough room to start a fire. The logs he collected were wet, and they caused more smoke than flame. It burned his eyes, and when he inhaled it he coughed terribly, hurting his throat even more. Ash filled the air, and Crona was forced to destroy his only source of warmth. He curled up in a ball and shivered on the cold, hard ground. Tears began leaking out of his eyes, down his cheek.

"Maka... I'm sorry."

Suddenly Ragnarock formed out of his back and leaned over him.

"Hey! Get up off the ground you big wuss! Quit Cryin'! Man you are such a baby." Crona simply rolled over and continued sobbing. "God you are such a pain." He groaned as he began hitting him on the head. Finally snapping Crona punched Ragnarok in the chin sending him flying backwards.

"SHUT THE HELL UP! IT'S HARD ENOUGH TO DEAL WITH ALL THIS SHIT WITHOUT YOU ANNOYING THE HELL OUT OF ME!" He yelled. This time even Ragnarok stared at him in awe. It wasn't like Crona to to curse, let alone yell at Ragnarok. He then crossed his arms and rested them on Cronas head.

"I'm sorry bro. Don't think I don't feel you. She's haunting me too you know? I'm supposed to convince you to join my side, just because she created me. I hate her as much as you do. We're in this together alright?" Crona simply sighed and sat up still curled up, with his knees to his chin.

"Well I won't put Maka, Soul, or anyone else in danger. I'm going to find a way to end this."

A sigh was released from both their mouths at the same time. "Ragnarok, I have an idea... but you won't like it."

"Try me. i'm here to help."

"I need you... to... to... strangle me." The words barely escaped his throat as sobs began to break out again. Then Ragnarok let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Wow you are so stupid aren't you?! I'm a part of you. It's like trying to strangle yourself. When you pass out, I pass out. It's impossible." They both sat searching their minds for ideas. At that moment Crona was thrown back as another vision from Medusa forced its way into his mind.

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Medusa stood there staring directly at Crona. They were on a small platform suspended above a pit of lava, with arrow trees sticking up all around them. She had the evil, haunting grin that she always wore. A scowl creeped up on Crona's face.

"What the hell do you want?" He growled.

"Ooo, why so feisty? Is it really so bad for a mother to want to simply give her only child another hug?!" She extended her arms, but he made no movement toward her.

"I know what you really want. I'm not falling for any of your tricks. I will NEVER hurt any of my friends, or let you hurt them." A sudden bravery showed on his face. He held out his hand and Ragnarok formed into it. "Are you ready buddy?" There was no response. "Ragnarok?! Can you hear me?" He stared at his now silenced sword.

"He can't hear you. We are the only ones in this realm." Medusa told him with a wicked grin. "You are outmatched without your weapon." She chuckled at him. Crona gripped his sword so tight he thought his hands would begin bleeding.

"I don't need him to speak to beat you." He rushed up at Medusa and took a lightning fast swing at her. Of course, she simply deflected the swing with her bare hands. With swing after swing, he only became tired as she remained unscathed. Every breath he took was more congested than the last. Suddenly Medusa was able to strike a blow to his chest which sent him skidding across the ground. He was thrown over the edge, but he was able to catch himself. The lavas heat stung his feet as he dangled off the edge. Using what little strength he had left, he pulled himself onto the flat ground of the platform.

"Can't you see it's pointless. Just give up and let me help you." Medusa told him. He wiped a drop of blood from his chin and snickered.

"You think... I'm stupid enough... to fall for that. I know... you can't help me. Only... make my life a living hell." He got to his feet and stood his ground. Medusa held out her hand and a small black flame formed in it.

"You know it's the only way to save them." Then the flame turned a picture of Maka and Soul in a big bear hug. His eyes widened as the shock and revelation hit him.

"You wouldn't." He snapped. He raised Ragnarok and took an attack position. She giggled (again).

"Or would I?" The picture in her hands then burst into flames. Ashes flew into his face as he stood frozen in fear.

"YOU WOULDN'T YOU BITCH!" He screamed as he ran at her. Even she wasn't expecting the ferocity he let out. He swung at such a power and speed it just barely hit her, causing blood to spray from a slash on her cheek.

"How dare you hurt your mother. You WILL be punished!" She snapped, putting pressure where he cut her. An arrow suddenly appeared under him, which sent him flying towards her. Her out raised hand, and long fingernails, stabbed him and sliced clean through him. Blood sprayed from his mouth all over her face. "That'll teach you to resist me." She laughed. Medusa's laugh was so ear piercing that Crona cringed, with made him hurt even more. She laid him down face up and leaned over him. "Now will you be obedient?" All he could do was twitch and moan. "Good..." She huffed. Kneeling beside him she placed her hands on his head. He felt his thoughts, feelings, and memories slowly fade away. Sweat dripped from his forward as he used all his strength to try and resist her penetration, but to no prevail. He then remembered nothing, but the pain and suffering she brought to him. His surroundings turned into nothing but black as he passed out. Medusa stood and dusted off her dress and hands. "Finally... now isn't that better?!" Crona twitched a few times, then got to his feet. He opened his eyes, which were now pure, milky white. His mouth dropped open to speak, but nothing but slight groans and gasps came out. Finally when he found the words, in a raspy voice he said:

"Sanity... is... for... the... weak!"

BIG CLIFF HANGER! I'm terrible aren't I? Anyways sorry that it was short, but at least I found the time to do this. I'm going to be pretty busy until the holiday starts, but then again I won't have much time because I'll be busy with family and friends. So count this as my early Christmas present. Anyway R&R.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!