Well then, here's where things get interesting for those who haven't read my other fic. For those of you who have…well, you can probably already guess what's coming. Either way, I foresee hate mail.
I also ran into a bit of a snag with the story choice, so I decided to do something new: A double feature. Two fic reviews, one after the other, both with our "special guest". The first one is here, the next will come in the next chapter.
As always, thanks for the questions, and no, I don't own Soul Eater.
Time to go.
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Crona honestly couldn't believe how quickly things had gone downhill.
Never mind the two weeks of happiness being interrupted by Maka's return to the theater. That wasn't so bad, and she had gotten accustomed to it surprisingly quickly. The nightmares still came and went, but actually talking about them with Maka made things a bit easier.
No, what really started the drop was Crona's last session. Subarashii had messed up badly, and it only pushed Raven further along to cracking. And Crona felt like absolute garbage because of it. He hadn't realized that she was scared of going through what he went through, and worst of all, he had no idea how to help her.
But worst of all, before he could even begin to think of a way around this, he and Maka had been called back, to be put in the worst situation possible.
He stared at the twin doors, his hands shaking even as he squeezed them together, trying to make them stop. He stole a sidelong glance at Maka, who was standing beside him, clearly more nervous than he was. Clenching and unclenching her hands, biting her lower lip…Crona couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her like this.
Then again…who could blame her…? he wondered. After all, while he liked to think he was friends with that person, they weren't as close as that person was with Maka. Sure, Maka was Crona's best friend, but the two of them were partners. Fellow soldiers who worked together in battle. Either of them willing to take the bullet for the other, and had done so more than once.
He didn't like to admit it, but at times, it made Crona a little jealous.
"What is with you two, anyway? You're acting like we're about to go to someone's funeral."
They both turned to look at the fellow behind them. For Maka's partner in soul-hunting, one white-haired, red-eyed, shark-toothed Death Scythe by the name of Soul Eater, had been cordially invited to join them in their session for the day. It was how Maka was brought in. It was how the two of them had endured a torture the likes of which no one had expected.
And now, Soul was about to go through the same thing.
Soul looked between the two, noticing the grim, nervous expressions on their faces. "Seriously, what's the matter? I thought we were just going to see a movie or something."
Neither of them said anything, but Crona could tell that Maka was trying to speak. Whatever their "host" had done to them, they still couldn't tell Soul the truth. Once again, Crona couldn't do anything.
Soul moved forward, standing directly in front of them. "What? Is it a scary movie or something?" He then grinned, flashing his sharp, white teeth. "Come on, it can't be that bad. And even if it is, I can handle it. A cool guy like me doesn't get scared that easily."
Maka sighed, clearly giving up on trying to explain. "Soul…can you just go on ahead?"
Soul turned to Maka. "Eh?"
"Just go in without us…we'll catch up in a minute…there should be a seat for you in the front row…"
Soul raised an eyebrow, looking back and forth between the two.
"…is this a prank? What, am I gonna go in there and everyone's going to jump out at me or something?"
"Soul…please…" Maka whispered. "…I need to talk to Crona for a minute…"
Crona winced. Oh no…she's going to ask me too…
Soul frowned. "…oooooookay then…"
With that, Soul pushed open one of the doors and walked through, the door swinging shut behind him. After a few agonizing minutes, Maka looked at Crona.
"Crona-"
"I don't know…"
Maka blinked, surprised at his sudden response. "Eh?"
"I…I don't know what to do…this is the only other time this has happened so far…I have no idea how to deal with this…"
Crona was shaking violently, wringing his hands together as that sick feeling of helplessness overcame him again. "He's going to get hurt…one of my friends is going to get hurt and I can't do anything!..."
Maka walked over to Crona, wrapping her arms around him in a hug, feeling him shiver and shake and trying to not do the same. After a minute, she pulled back, hands on his shoulders so he could face her.
"We're leaving." Maka said. "We're grabbing him and we're getting out of here. We go back home and we never come back here again."
Crona blinked, mind reeling. Every part of him wanted to agree, to grab Soul and start running as fast as possible. But…something wasn't right.
"M-Maka…"
"Look, I know it's rotten of you to leave the others without saying goodbye. But…they'd understand, right?"
"Th-That's not it…"
Maka blinked. "…what is it, then?"
Crona fidgeted. It seemed like such a stupid thing to worry about, but he just couldn't stop wondering about it.
"What if…what if we just make him angry by doing that…?"
Maka sighed, a frown coming over her face. "Crona, listen to yourself! This isn't some omnipotent god who can smite us at a moment's notice! He's just some psychotic TV executive!"
"B-But…he's really powerful, Maka…" Crona muttered. "He did things to our heads…we wouldn't know these things if it wasn't for him…how do we know he can't do worse…?"
Maka opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, the one sound neither of them wanted to hear rang out from inside the theater.
Soul's scream of absolute horror.
"NO!"
Maka burst through the twin doors, Crona right behind her as they dashed down the stairs to the front row of the theater. There, Soul lay curled up in front of the table, open letter laying beside him.
"SOUL!" Maka cried out, dashing forward and kneeling beside him. Crona followed, kneeling down on his other side as Maka tried to get Soul to calm down.
"Soul…Soul, please, talk to me. Say something. It's gonna be OK, just say something to me."
Soul's breathing was coming in short, rapid gasps, and his eyes were wide and unmoving. Soon, after Maka begged him for a response in some way for a while longer, Soul finally spoke.
"G…Get…away…"
Both of them blinked in confusion. Crona noticed that Soul's hand was shaking a lot, even while laying at his side. Soul soon spoke again.
"B…Bl…Black…"
That was all the explanation needed. And it was more than enough to send Maka into a panic again.
"No, Soul! Stay with me! Do not listen to him! Whatever he says, don't listen to it!"
"It…it makes sense…it makes sense in that it makes no sense…"
Crona looked back and forth between the two of them, completely lost as to what was going on. Soul's ramblings only meant that the black blood was getting more affective, but he had no idea what this "him" was.
Then, an image appeared in Crona's mind, of a little red demon, cackling away as Soul played a piano.
Was that how… Crona wondered for a moment, as the other two continued shouting back and forth.
"Dammit Soul, you know better than this! You can't give in, you can't!"
"The piano's there…I want to play…won't have to think if I just play…"
Maka twitched. "That's it, I'm going in!"
"W-Wait a minute!"
Maka looked up at Crona, who was leaning over Soul, trying to get his attention.
"Soul, listen to me, OK?"
Wait, what am I doing? Crona wondered.
"Soul, you have to make a room."
"A…a room?" Soul answered.
"Yes. You have to make a room in your mind."
"But…there's already a room…the checkerboard floor…the black walls…the piano's there…"
"No, he made that room! You have to make this one!"
"…what kind of room…? What should it look like?"
"It doesn't matter! Anything! It could be a blank white box! Just make a room, throw him in there and lock the door!"
Soul simply stared up at the ceiling, the only sound coming from him being his breathing. Maka was staring at Crona, her expression one of disbelief.
"Crona…how did you…where did you come up with that?"
Crona looked up at Maka, suddenly very confused. Where did that idea come from? he wondered.
"Uh…I just…I thought, if there was someone else…he needs to shut him out…he needs to take control…"
That doesn't make any sense! Where am I getting this? Crona thought, though part of him wondered what difference it made, so long as Soul was alright.
It took a while, but soon enough, Soul blinked. His breathing slowly reduced to a normal rate, and before long, he spoke again.
"…holy shit."
Both Maka and Crona were leaning over him. "Soul? Are you OK?" Maka asked.
"Well…all things considered…yeah, I'm alright."
They both breathed a deep sigh of relief. Then, just as quickly, Maka grabbed the collar of Soul's jacket and started shaking him.
"You friggin' idiot! What were you thinking? You scared me half to death!"
"Th-The letter was addressed to me! What was I supposed to do, just ignore it?"
"You get invited to some random spooky theater and you start opening stuff? Have you ever watched any horror movie ever?"
"How the hell was I supposed to know it was a mind-shattering letter of pure terror?"
The two continued shouting, as was their typical way of expressing concern for the other. Crona looked to his left and noticed the letter in question, picking it up and reading it to himself.
I am sorry for this.
Soul Eater.
That's all it takes… Crona thought. Just say the name of the fandom and he learns everything…
Whether it was from the information or his own memories, Crona didn't know, but right then, he started to think about everything that had happened so far. In particular, everything he'd done. And as he looked at the meister and weapon pair, one image in particular stayed in his mind.
The image of him bringing Ragnarok down, slashing across Soul's chest as he dived in to save Maka.
Crona crumpled the letter reflexively. Why…? Crona thought. Why do they…why would they…
And as he stared down at the ground, his guilt slowly overwhelmed him. Before he could stop himself, a small sob escaped from his throat. Which was all it took for Maka and Soul to stop arguing, to turn and look at Crona.
"Crona…? Crona, what's wrong…?" Maka asked him.
"This…this is my fault…"
"Crona-"
"It is! It is my fault!"
Looking back on that moment, Crona would be shocked and surprised to find that he had somehow found the nerve to actually yell at Maka. But, right then, everything just came spilling out. He raised his head to look at them, tears already pouring down his face.
"It's my fault you have to deal with the black blood! It's my fault you guys keep getting hurt! It's my fault you both went through this!"
Soul blinked, turning to look at Maka. "Both?"
Maka ignored him. "Crona, you had to deal with this too-"
"It should've just been me!" Crona interrupted. "I'm the only one here who did anything wrong! I deserved this!"
Crona's head turned back down, loud sobs and hiccups coming from his mouth.
"I just…I don't want you to get hurt anymore…"
For about a minute, Crona's sobs went uninterrupted. Then, Crona felt someone grabbing onto his shoulder. He looked up to see Soul staring at him, a sympathetic look on his face.
"Hey." he said. "That's enough of that."
Soul slowly got himself up to a sitting position before moving his hand away from Crona. Maka placed an arm around his back to support him.
"Look." Soul continued. "I can't promise that we're never going to get hurt. That'd just be stupid. But I can promise you that, whatever really is your fault, we already forgave you for it a long time ago."
Crona sniffled. "How…? How can you do that…?"
"Because…" Maka added with a reassuring smile on her face. "That's what friends do, Crona. They forgive each other."
Crona stared at the two of them, surprised that they were both smiling at him. Why…? They should hate me right now…
"B-But…I don't deserve-"
"Geez, man, are you serious?" Soul interrupted. "How can you go on a tirade like this literally seconds after you saved my life?"
Crona blinked. "I…what…?"
"You. Saved. My. Life." Soul repeated. "If it hadn't been for you and your little plan, I'd have given in to the black blood completely."
Crona stared at Soul in disbelief. "B-But…I didn't-"
"But nothing. That's exactly what you did. So quit kicking yourself and just accept it when I say "thank you"."
Soul had to hide a laugh as he saw Crona's jaw drop slightly. New experience for him, I guess. he thought.
"Th-thank me…?"
Soul sighed as he pointed at his own chest. "If it makes you feel any better, you can consider us even on this."
Crona stared at Soul for a short while, processing everything he was just told. Afterwards, he lifted one his hands and rubbed the tears from his eyes, giving another sniffle.
"S-Sorry…"
Soul sighed as he slowly got to his feet. "Don't worry about it."
Maka frowned, not moving. "Soul…?"
"It's fine. I'm just gonna need a minute, is all."
With that, Soul wandered over to his seat, one beside Maka's usual seat with a piece of paper on it that read "special guest", and sat down, leaning back and letting out a breath.
Maka gave a concerned look at Soul, before turning to look at Crona. She noticed that his eyes were a little puffy from crying, and that he was still shaking a little. Without another word, she inched closer to him and wrapped him up in another hug, squeezing him as tight as she could.
"M-Maka…?"
"You're a good friend, Crona. Don't ever think otherwise. You proved that you are."
Crona was overwhelmed by this. Not only did Maka still want to be his friend, but she thought he was a good friend? That he was good at anything, for that matter?
Slowly but surely, Crona's arms wrapped around Maka, and his face fell into her shoulder. "I'm gonna cry again…I'm gonna cry again and I don't know how to deal with that…"
Maka gently rubbed his back, quietly shushing him while he calmed down. The two of them stayed that way for a while, one comforting and one being comforted, yet both happy with being so close to the other.
"Um…I hate to interrupt…."
Both of them looked up, turning to look at Soul, who had a small smile on his face. "But could one of you maybe explain just what we're doing here?"
The two of them let go of each other (albeit very reluctantly on Crona's part), and Maka smiled apologetically at Soul, blushing a bit. "Yeah, sorry…"
Maka then got up and walked over to her seat beside Soul, while Crona stood near the table, picking up the other letter sitting on it and opening it.
"See, basically we're supposed to read bad writing by fans of…well, us, and comment on it." Maka explained as she sat beside Soul.
"People write about us?"
"Oh yeah. And we get to see the worst of it."
Soul sighed. "It can't be that bad…right?"
Maka stared at him, expression grim. "Soul, trust me, you have no idea. I've seen things that have actually made my skin crawl in revulsion. And Crona's been at this longer than I have, and the things he's told me…"
"Wait…Crona's been doing this before you?"
"Yep."
"…so this is where he's been spending his weekends, huh?"
"Something like that."
Soul frowned, a question suddenly coming to him. "So…why didn't you guys tell me?"
Maka looked away, eyes off to the side. "I…I wanted to tell you, Soul. Really, I did. I just…I just couldn't…"
Soul sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, you know you can come to me if something's wrong-"
"No, that's not what I meant." she interrupted, looking at him again. "I mean I literally couldn't tell you."
"…wait, what?"
"Our…"host", whoever he is, did something to our minds. Whenever we need particular information, it pops up in our heads. I'm guessing when he did that to us, he also made it so we couldn't tell anyone who is "outside" of this."
"So…when I read the name…"
"Yeah…it happened to me and Crona too…"
Soul looked between the two, clearly shocked. "…you mean you guys went through that…when did this happen?"
"A couple of weeks ago, actually…guess we did a pretty good job of hiding it, huh?"
Soul looked back at Maka, a sarcastic smile on his face. "Well, gee, considering I hardly saw you two…"
"You saw us! And besides, what's wrong with two friends spending a lot of time together?"
"Nothing, nothing…I just wondered if you two starting dating."
Maka gave a loud sputter, which was matched by one coming from Crona, though he didn't turn around to look at the two. Maka glared at Soul, face bright red.
"Don't just say stuff like that, Soul!"
"Calm down, I was kidding! Really, it's cool, no problem at all."
Maka turned away from Soul, face still red. Soul let her fume for a little bit, before looking at her again, expression serious.
"So, I'm guessing this means I can't tell anyone either?"
Maka sighed. "No…no you can't…"
"…well, at least it'll only be this one time, right?"
"That's what it was supposed to be for me…"
"…well, it'll be short, right? I mean, bad writing is usually pretty short, right?"
"Um…about that…" Crona muttered.
Soul looked up to see Crona handing him a letter. He noticed his face was still slightly red.
"You're probably gonna be here a while…"
Soul took the letter from Crona and started reading.
Now that that's out of the way, I'd like to apologize once again for what you had to endure, Soul. However, you can take a small comfort in the promise that this will be the only time you have to do this.
Unfortunately, there was a bit of a snag with your story for this. I found two in particular that I felt would…give the best results. The problem was that they both felt very incomplete on their own, both missing something crucial to put them over as how bad they truly were.
So, for the first time ever in either grouping, you will watch a double feature. The first is called The Day We Cut School, by anonymous anime fan, and the other is called love and friendship by justmyluck247. I can safely say you will enjoy neither one.
Good luck.
Both Maka and Soul stared at the letter, Maka's face one of disbelief. "Two?"
Crona sighed as he walked over to his seat. "Y-Yeah…this is new to me too…"
Soul blinked. "Wait, "either grouping"? What does he mean by that?"
Maka sighed. "Oh, yeah. I'm not always here. Sometimes Crona does this with two other people."
"Anyone I know?"
"Definitely not. They're…well, they're not from around here."
Maka turned to look at Crona, who was busy staring at the rather large pile of letters in his arms.
"Whoa! Crona, are those for us?"
"Y-Yeah…I've never had this many before…"
Maka picked out the ones addressed to her as Crona took his seat. Soul leaned over as she opened her first one.
"Wait, what're those, anyway?"
"Oh…fanmail."
"…really?"
"Yes, really. Now, do you mind? I'm trying to read."
Do you play videogames? If so whats your favorite?
"Eh, not really. I can never get into them."
Soul grinned. "Aw, come on, I thought we had fun with that one fighting game I got."
"Soul, you never gave me a chance to learn the controls!"
"…guess it was just fun for me, then."
What is the happiest memory you have of Spirit?
"…when I can think of one, I'll let you know."
Soul sighed as Maka opened her next letter. No point arguing that subject with her…
both the cracks in time and space plus the drumbeats the master hears are all cannon how does that feel?
"I really don't care, so long as I don't have to go through something that confusing again."
Soul frowned. "…what the hell is he talking about?"
"Last story. I'll explain later."
how exactly do you do a maka chop?
"Sorry, trade secret. Only those worthy of the book may learn it."
Crona titled his head. "So…it's a secret that's been passed down the Albarn family for generations?"
"I wouldn't know, but it probably-…Crona, are you sparkling?"
"Wh-What?"
"…never mind."
what's it feel like to resonate souls?
"…how in the hell do I explain something like that? That's just…I don't even know where to start!"
Maka sighed as she opened her last letter. "I really wish these questions wouldn't get so probing…"
Crona shuddered. "Y-Yeah…but I guess that's the downside to having fans…"
What is your favorite ice cream flavor?
"Mint chocolate chip."
Soul blinked. "…that hardly seems probing."
"Yeah, sometimes we get nicer questions like these."
If you could go anywhere in the world for vacation, where would you go and with who?
Maka smiled, putting one arm around Crona's shoulders and the other around Soul's. "What do you guys say? Round trip around Europe?"
Soul grinned. "Sounds like a blast."
Crona simply nodded, blushing slightly.
Do you write poetry often? Can you show us an example of your poetry? And do you do anything else artistic?
"Whoa, whoa, uh-uh. That's private. For my eyes only."
Soul grinned. "They're terrible, aren't they?"
"Oh, shut up."
I remember Soul saying you love Trance Fusion, do you have any specific songs you like or any examples of what you like?
"Um…actually, I've kind of lost interest in them. I guess I'm just not much of a music lover."
Soul chuckled slightly as Crona opened his first letter. "Nice to know you're getting some taste."
"Let me reiterate: shut up."
If you were allowed to kill ANYONE in the world, even those who are dead right now, who would it be?
Crona stared at the letter for a short while, shaking a little while doing so. Soon, he gave an answer.
"…what's the point in killing the same person more than once…?"
Maka reached over and gave Crona another hug, squeezing him gently.
If you had to raise a Mortal Kombat character turned baby, who would you rather take care of? Shao Kahn or Ermac?
"…I think this may be the strangest question I've ever been asked."
Then, that distinctive splortch is heard as Ragnarok uncurls from Crona's back, leaning over and reading the letter.
"Hey! Pick the second one! The second one!"
"Y-You're just saying that because he's made of multiple souls and you want to eat him…"
"Yeah, so? It's either that or raise up a future emperor of pure evil, and there is no fucking way I'm gonna get betrayed by my adopted child!"
"…but eating it is OK?"
WHAP!
"OW!"
"Shut up!"
Maka glared at Ragnarok as Crona opened his next letter. "Can you go one day without inflicting some sort of physical pain on Crona?"
"Hey, you never going away has cut down severely on our personal time! I have to make it up somehow!"
is free really immortal?
"I…guess?"
Soul frowned. "Why is he asking you about Free?"
"I don't know…I never really talked to him or anything…"
what eactly steon suppose to be teaching?
"Biology…maybe?"
who's the better cook maka or soul?
Crona looked at both Maka and Soul, who were looking at him with expectant smiles on their faces. After a few seconds, Crona turned to look at the big screen.
"Maka. Hands down."
"YES!" Maka cheered.
"Aw, come on!" Soul groaned. "I call bias!"
"Soul, the only thing you know how to make is instant ramen!" Maka retorted.
"And it's the best damn instant ramen ever made!"
which of of the 3 fics i have submited is worse to you: may's trial, teenage dream, or cybersoul?
"…CyberSoul. Easily."
if maka is angry because of part of that last question will you please calm her down and tell her i'm sorry?
Maka huffed. "Oh, well, that's nice! These people assume I'm some loose cannon that's liable to go into a rage at the slightest notice! How do you like that?"
There was silence for a few short minutes, as Maka looked expectantly between the other two. Finally, she gave a small grumble.
"Guys…this is where you're supposed to jump to my defense."
Two quick yelps of surprise later, and both were facing Maka, sheepish smiles on their faces.
"Oh, of course you're not a sociopathic loose cannon, Maka! That'd just be silly to think that!" Soul answered.
"Y-Yeah! I-I thought that just went without saying!" Crona added.
Maka rolled her eyes as Crona opened his last letter. "Boys…"
What is your favorite flavor of ice cream?
"Vanilla…wait, didn't Maka just get this question?"
If you could go anywhere in the world with Maka for vacation, where would it be and what would you do?
Crona blushed as he glanced over at Maka. "Y-You wanted to visit Japan…right?"
Maka smiled. "I'm sure we can swing by there after our Europe trip."
Soul smiled slightly, then blinked. Wait…why did it specifically mention Maka there?
Boxers, briefs or freeballing? And why?
Soul honestly wondered if Crona's face could get any redder. He looked down, trying as hard as possible to hide his face as he dropped his letter.
"Crona, look, there's no need to get embarrassed." Maka assured him. "Sure, it's a tad on the perverse side, but everyone has to-"
Maka then paused as information started entering her mind, answering the posed question. Her face then matched Crona's in shade, causing her to look down as well.
Soul frowned. "Uh, is there something I'm missing here? Why the-"
Said information then arose in Soul's mind as well, answering the question for him. He placed a hand over his mouth, covering his smile, while he reached into his pocket and handed something to Crona.
"Here…present for you."
Crona took a small card from Soul, holding it up and reading it.
It simply said "Member of Freeballers Anonymous", with a space for a picture beside it.
"You can report to President Black*Star when you're ready." Soul explained, still trying to not laugh.
"MAKA CHOP!"
He then stopped worrying about that, and focused more on nursing the book-shaped dent in his skull.
"Dammit Soul!" Maka cried, face burning beet red.
Crona tossed the card away, and was, for once, thankful that the promised double feature started right then.
/
I've been digging through my computer and have found so many different stories I wrote a while ago, like a month or so. I thought I'd post this one. It has been edited since it was last written and it may still have grammatical errors, if anyone cares that is.
Crona: We probably will…
Anyway this is my first Soul Eater fic, and so do not get upset if they are out of character.
Soul: …he's kidding, right?
Maka: Sadly, probably not.
It is a Yaoi,
Maka: …ohhhhh dear.
Soul: Wait…does that mean what I think it means?
Maka: Yep.
Soul: …ohhhhh dear.
but is told from different POV's,
Maka: Oh just wonderful. Because that always works so well.
Crona: *twitch*
not just our couple Soul and Kid.
Soul: …wait, what?
Maka: …*snerk*
Soul: Hey, this isn't funny! I mean, Kid? Really?
Crona: …I don't know why, but I feel oddly sympathetic towards you right now, Soul.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Soul Eater characters, not do I own any of the songs used in this fanfiction unless otherwise stated,
Soul: Oh, great, songs in written form. That's always a good idea.
*SELF-DEPRECIATVE HUMOUR AWAY!*
All: WAH!
but I do own this story's plot. If I did own Soul Eater, I would not be writing a FANfiction right now.
Crona: Sadly, he technically has a point…
Maka: Technically, it doesn't matter.
The Day We All Cut School
LIZ…
I sighed as Kid stopped; in fact he had completely frozen. 5, 4, 3, 2, and… Kid was speeding into his room at light speed yelling "I think one of the pictures in 2 centimeters to far to the left."
Soul: Well, at least Kid's in character. For the most part.
Maka: Yeah, but there's something oddly familiar about this…
Patty was rolling on the floor laughing her ass off and I just had to sigh. We were late for school, four hours late, again. If I know kid, he's going to insist we cut the whole day, as he would want to arrive eight hours after he were supposed to if we're late. The school day is exactly 8 hours long.
Crona: …going by that logic, why does he go to school at all?
Maka: Maybe he just wants an excuse to hang out with us?
I sighed again, noticing that patty was trying to tape her eye lids open while stifling a sneeze.
"Patty, I explained this to you at the begging of the year, you shouldn't try taping your eyes open while you sneeze…"
Soul: …that seems familiar too…
Maka: Hey, wait a minute! He's just copying things wholesale from the actual story! How much of a hack can you be?
TSUBAKI…
I giggled as Black Star struggled to say what he wanted to. He rubbed the back of his head nervously as he looked into my eyes.
"Ummm, uhhh.. Tsubaki would you go out with me, the awesome Black Star?" He said.
Maka: …took him long enough.
Soul: Wait, what?
Maka: Oh, come on, she's clearly interested in him, he's clearly interested in her, one of them needs to do something, and I should really stop talking now because I'm starting to sound like a rabid fangirl.
Soul: …starting to?
Maka: Shut up.
I smiled out how he asked me out and still managed to praise himself.
Crona: Would he really do that…?
Soul: Trust me, he totally would. I'm just surprised it worked.
"Of course Black Star." I had always thought he was cute. Suddenly I heard a loud rumbling coming down the street, and out of habit, I moved Black Star away from it. Just as I excepted, it was something unusual.
Blair was driving Soul's motorcycle, with Soul unconscious on her back. She had a huge smile on her face and their was a large bump on Soul's head. The only thing I could think of was that he had done something especially irritating and suffered Maka's wrath. I pity him.
Maka: Pssh. Baby.
Soul: Hey, those chops hurt!
Maka: That's the idea.
"Some, let's go on our date! You won't regret it Tsubaki! Trust the almighty Black Star!" Black star shouted as he puled me deeper into town towards where he planned our date.
Soul: "And by that, I mean walk off-screen and never be seen again! Hopefully."
BLAIR…
"Poor Scythe boy, I didn't see you as the type to swing that way. You should have let Maka down much easier." I said to comfort the barely conscious Soul.
Maka: …wait a second, what? I beat him up because he "led me on"? …seriously?
Soul: …why do I suddenly have a smashing headache?
Crona: That comes and goes…usually after beating your head on the tray.
Soul: Is that what those are for? That's convenient.
Ah, why did such a cute scythe boy have to be gay? Ah, oh well, I'll have to help him with his little crush, after I get him far enough away from the crazed, heartbroken bookworm with a 2-ton book.
Crona: …"crazed, heartbroken bookworm"?
Maka: Well, someone certainly has a high opinion of me.
I slammed on the brake and stopped the motorcycle in an alley beside Chupa~Chabra's. I nudged Soul awake; proding him until he woke. His eyes flickered open and I was tempted to hug him, but I need him awake.
Soul: Is she trying to say I'd pass out because she hugged me?
Crona: But…why would you if you were gay…?
Soul: Maybe she's referring to her giant, suffocating boobs?
Crona: …oh…right…
"Oh, sycthie boy! Why din't you tell me your were gay?" I asked curiously. I don't really care if he likes boys, I just want to know why he didn't tell. All that time, wasted, flirting with a gay guy. Not that it wasn't fun or anything.
"I thought that you wouldn't care, and that you wouldn't stop flirting with me anyway." Soul said, he was still barely awake.
"Why did you react like you liked Blair then?" I said, a little upset.
"I didn't finally accept it myself until recently." Soul mumbled.
Soul: Wait, what? How can I just pretend to react the way I do around Blair? You can't just pretend to get nosebleeds! The human body doesn't work that way!
Maka: Why do you get nosebleeds around Blair so much? Kid, Black*Star, and Crona don't act that way.
Soul: No, Crona just passes out whenever Blair pops up.
Crona: *heavy blush*
Soul: Besides, maybe if you had a better figure, I could get used to seeing nice women.
*MAKA CHOP!*
I nodded, deciding I best let him rest. I'm proud that he was brave enough to come out at 16. And that he didn't even try to fight Maka back because he see's her as a friend, probably more like a sister.
Soul: I let her beat me up? Just…really?
Maka: Besides, I wouldn't react that badly if he was seeing someone, gay or not. I'd be annoyed that he didn't tell me sooner, but that's about it…
"Well I know what would make you feel better! Let's go see OCD Boy!" I shouted, in hope of getting him out of his depression. He looked at me with the "don't call him that" look. I smiled at him and shoved him back onto the motorcycle. I hoped on.
"Buckle up, Blair is on a mission!" I shouted with a fist in the air. I flipped my hair and drove off towards OCD Kid's mansion. Good thing that Blue Hair's prank got everyone out of school early today or I would be having this much fun right now!
Maka: Prank? You mean the one you're never going to mention, despite it probably being more interesting than whatever hackneyed romance plot you have planned for this?
Crona: …have you been reading ahead?
Maka: Yeah, sorry. Force of habit.
PATTY…
"I'm gonna break your friggin' neck!"
"I broke it!" I held my dead giraffe in the air proudly. Stein and returned our test today. I got 2 points for my giraffe so I decided to practice and do that on all the tests. I'm already doing better in school!
Soul: Way to not try at all, author…
I heard Kid shouting about symmetry and starting laughing.
I suddenly have an idea! I could teach Kid how to make the giraffe's do he won't have to worry about making his name symmetrical! It's perfect, and Kid would do better in school too!
Maka: …let's just chalk that up to childish innocence rather than flat-out stupidity…
I ran up the stairs to find Kid measuring a painting. I walked around everything, making sure to stand up "symmetrically" and to not touch anything in fear of accidentally moving it a centimeter. I stood there waiting for Kid to notice me. He won't listen to what I have to say if I bug him!
"Kid, I wanna teach you how to make the giraffe! Then you'll do better on your tests!" I shouted startling Kid.
He ignored me and went back to the painting. I noticed it was a picture of the group, with him and souls in the front, not a painting. He's never put up pictures before.
"You like Soul! Don't you Kid?" I shouted again, scaring him again.
Crona: …wait, how would she get that if they were just standing together in a picture? That's a bit of a leap…
Maka: I'm sure it's just the childish personality of Patty's to jump to conclusions that lead to teasing.
Soul: …and yet she's apparently right in this fic.
Maka: Can you please just let me think Patty isn't an idiot in one of these fics?
He looked at me with a big blush on his cheeks. "N-no."
I smiled, a huge smile. "You like Soul! You like Soul!"
"Stop it Patty!"
"You like Soul! You like Soul!"
Maka: See?
"Hey guys, come down here!" Liz interrupted my teasing, no fair.
SOUL…
I was barely awake when I saw Kid's horrified expression at my condition. I tried to smile and act cool, but I didn't have the energy. I passed out moment after Blair and the other's set me down on the couch in the mansion's living room.
Maka: Oh, come on. I wouldn't have hurt him that badly!
Crona: Overly dramatic, non-specific injuries…this sounds familiar…
KID…
Oh my …. Dad, let him live! SOUL!
Soul: Geez! Overreact much, Kid?
"Soul, what's wrong with Soul?" I shouted at Blair who had brought him here. She looked at me.
"Well, Maka beat him up for leading her on. He came out of the closet is the shortest way to explain it. Blair brought him to you cuz he asked me to." She said.
I looked at soul and adjusted his position to one that looked more comfortable. And one that was more symmetrical.
All: Of course…
He's gonna be fine. He's been through worse and lived. I looked around, noticing everyone had left. I tilted my head to the side in confusion, why would everyone leave him alone.
Maka: Gee, lemme think…
He needs help. Maka's really done a number on him.
"Soul wake up, come on… don't die… I-I Love you."
Maka: …*bursts out laughing* You mean I actually beat him up enough to put him in critical condition? Because he came out of the closet to me? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard! Don't you think so, guys?
Others: *not laughing*
Maka: …guys?
I have no rambling for today, so just enjoy the story containing characters I do not own.
Soul: Not even if you paid me.
Crona: Or if my life depended on it.
THE MONTHS KID CUT SCHOOL
Maka: Months? Oh, come on, this is just stupid!
BLAIR…
Poor scythie boy, he all beat up in the hospital. That shiningami kid has stayed with him the whole time though, and when he wakes up for those few moments he always smiles at the sight of shinigami kid. I decided to listen to him for once and not call his crush OCD boy.
Soul: Oh, yeah, that's a real terrible nickname. It's not like you give nicknames to everyone you know or anything.
Maka has visited him once, but she was violently removed from the area by Liz and Patty. I went to check on her, and to fire a pumpkin cannon at her for hurting the precious scythie boy.
Crona: *twitch* This is all so wrong I don't even know where to start…
Oh, it's just like Romeo and Juliet.
Maka: Huh? How do you figure?
The two sweet boys forbidden to see each other; scythe boy's family had a freak-out when they learned he was gay.
Maka: Oh, of course they did! We wouldn't want people to be OK with a gay relationship! That'd just take away the drama!
Shinigami Kid told me that Scythe boy's older brother would be coming, Wes.
Soul: *facepalm* Wonderful. That's all I need…
I wonder what he looks like. Maybe he's even cuter than Scythe boy.
Soul: *grumbles* Gee, why not just ask every girl he's ever met…? I'm sure they'll have plenty of stories to tell you…
LIZ…
Kid's a mess. He doesn't even obsess over symmetry anymore.
Maka: Gasp! Say it isn't so! Kid worrying about something besides symmetry for more than five seconds! Clearly something is wrong here!
I can't believe it, but I miss it. His constant freak-outs and overdone explanations on symmetry.; I miss it so. Kid never leaves Soul's side as he recovers. Soul's is able to stay awake for long periods of time now, which is making Kid happy. They're obviously together. I'm worried though, Shinigami-sama never seemed like the type to accept this. They haven't told him yet.
Maka: …wow. Death himself, a force of nature and one of the primal beings of the universe, has a problem with his son being gay. …I'm stunned at how stupid this is. I really am.
Crona: And besides, Lord Death never seemed like much of an unaccepting type…wait, did this person write Lord Death out of character…?
Maka: That takes some serious balls.
BLACK STAR…
"Come one Soul, just get outta that bed and exercise! You'll be better in know time!" I shouted, hoping my awesome advice would help Soul. He's gotten a lot thinner, he's been living off those IV things for the past month, since Maka beat him up.
Crona: …is it weird that I have this sudden urge to hit something?
Soul: Nope, I've got it too.
Maka: …guys, come on, it's not that big a deal! Really!
Maka's been rather distnt lately too, she's tried to apologize, but she ran after getting hit my Kid's wrath. More like she was saved by Liz while Patty and I held Kid back. It was kinda funny.
Soul: Huh. How odd. I'm not laughing.
Crona: I'm saving my laughter for when I find the author and decide to take a page out of Professor Stein's book…
I haven't been able to go out on dates with Tsubaki often; it sucks. Because Kid refuses to attend school and Maka is unable to with Soul, all the meisters and weapons are getting more missions. The harder ones that only those two would have been able to do are so hard, of course for anyone other than me that is. I know what's it like to destroy a pyramid now, of course they would forgive the mighty Black Star.
Maka: And now he's moving moments from the story onto different characters. Yeah, it's still a hack move, author!
Soul actually stood up. I'm surprised, only I should be able to do this well.
Soul: Bitch, please. I could take your ass in a fight any day and you know it.
Maka: …"take" his ass?
Soul: Oh, shut up.
Maka's rampage harmed his nervous system and made it hard for him to move.
Crona: …*pulls out a notepad, starts writing* "Harming the nervous system"…have to figure out how to do that…
Soul: Try electrocution.
Crona: Ooh, yeah, that could work…
Maka: …guys, really, it's sweet that you're defending me like this, but I'm not upset or anything…
Soul: That's fine, 'cause we are.
Crona: "Upset" doesn't begin to cover it…
I feel bad for him, but I took the biggest hit. Only Tsubaki ever pays me attention anymore.
Soul: Oh, yeah, sucks to be you. Nice to know one of my best buds is more concerned with getting laid than about how I'm doing in the hospital.
Crona: …how is it we get a Black*Star who's more focused on himself right after we got one focused on friendship?
Maka: Bad luck, I'm guessing.
WES…
I was absolutely astonished. My little brother, dating the son of the god of death. It seems like some twisted rumor, I wouldn't believe it if they weren't standing before me, holding hands. That's what mother and father were furious about.
Soul: I can safely say I would not give a fuck.
I just thought they still weren't over Soul being a weapon and deciding not to continue the family business and being a musician.
Soul: Wouldn't surprise me in the slightest.
Maka: …*hugs Soul*
Soul: Hey! Maka, what-
Maka: What? I'm not allowed to give my partner a hug when he needs it?
Soul: Well…uh…cool guys aren't supposed to get hugs!
Maka: Oh brother…
I smirked at him and was about to speak, before I was talked by a mass of black and purple with huge breasts.
"Blair was right, he is cuter than Scythe Boy!" She shouted, talking about herself in third person.
Soul: *grumbles*
Crona: …Soul, I don't mean to butt in…but you do know that Blair is more than a few years older than you? …and a cat?
Soul: Yeah. And?
Crona: …never mind…
I looked at Soul.
"Whose this?" I asked, pointing at the girl wrapped around my shoulders, "And is she single?" She was pretty hot.
Maka: Yep, you two are related alright.
Soul: Oh, shut up…
SOUL…
I have to thank Blair later, I would have gotten a lecture about being gay if it wasn't for her distracting my brother.
Soul: Honestly? Outside of a comment or two, he probably wouldn't even care.
I let out a relieved sigh and felt Kid put his hand up to my forehead. He smiled and gave me a kiss. I love it when he kisses me.
Maka: Awwwwwww!
Soul: Shut. Up.
"I hand to make sure you didn't have a fever first." He says with a smile.
I chuckled, "Can you go back to normal though."
Kid looked at me with teary eyes, "n-normal?"
I panicked, "N-no, I meant I miss my symmetry obsessed Kid. Where'd he go?" I said that last part with a big smile.
Soul: …they need to have barf bags or buckets or something here for situations like these.
Maka: Complain about it enough and I'm sure they'll be brought in in the future…
Soul: Fat lot of good that does me right now…
He looked at me with a small smile on his face. "And I missed your big goofy grin."
Maka: Awww, come on Soul! This is adorable!
Soul: If it was anyone else…
He sat next to me in the hospital bed and rested his head on my shoulder.
"So when I get out of this place wanna go on our first date?" I asked.
"Of course." Kid responded quickly. "I'd love to." He looked at me with a big smile on his face, something rare for Kid.
Soul: For the love of God, someone just kill me now…
I leaned in for a kiss, but the door slamming open ruined the moment.
"Oh, Soul…" Shit, it's Maka.
Soul: Maka, I am so grateful to you right now, you have no idea…
Maka: Yeah, you're not overreacting in the slightest…
Soul: You're just saying that because you're secretly a yaoi fangirl.
*MAKA CHOP!*
I apologize for the shortness of this chapter,
Crona: We don't mind. At all. Really, we don't.
however it was focused more on Soul's recovery and he is practically all done now.
Soul: Speak for yourself, I'm not going to recover from this for a long while…
Maka is the antagonist of this story if no one had figured it out yet.
Soul: Oh, yeah, because you were just so fucking subtle about it!
Crona: And it goes without saying that it is so far off from how she actually is that my intense hatred for this author isn't even close to unwarranted…
Maka: …I thought I was the one who read ahead…
Crona: I'm guessing…and I doubt I'm going to be wrong…
And unfortunately, the witches will be making an appearance.
Maka: Oh, great, because it's not like the plot to this is… …actually, is there a plot to this?
Soul: …huh. I don't think there actually is.
Crona: Maybe the pairing alone is the plot…?
I haven't seen the whole of the soul eater series,
Maka: Well, that explains everything!
so I may get character's personalities and abilities wrong, just a warning.
Soul & Crona: Gee, you think?
Anyways, please review. They are 100 times better than alerts, and alerts are appreciated, but reviews are just so much better.
Crona: When I can think of a way to express my hatred for you that isn't me just screaming "die" over and over again, I'll review…
Soul: You could start by describing the ways he should die.
Maka: …guys, come on. This isn't the worst way that I've been depicted.
Soul: I seriously do not want to know how someone could get you worse than this…
AN: All I have to say is I own none of the characters of Soul Eater, only the plot. There are Japanese words in here, that I will explain:
Maka: Ah yes, Gratuitous Japanese. Always a sign of an excellent piece of work.
Bakka = Stupid
Crona: …never mind, it's too easy…
Sama = Lord/Lady
Yandere = Caring person who becomes obsessive, essentially a stalker
Soul: …why is that last one there?
Crona: …
THE MISTAKE OF TRUSTING MAKA
Soul: If by that, you mean "the mistake of trusting her character to a worthless hack like you", then yeah, it was a big fucking mistake!
BLAIR…
"Oh scythe boy~ ! Blair wants to see how you're doing~ !" I announced as I entered the room. I stopped immediately as I saw Maka.
"No, no, noooooo! Maka-Bakka leaves! Blair-Sama says so!" I shouted at her.
Maka: …so the only reason those were needed was to make Blair even more of a ditz? Way to give those characters extra depth.
She didn't move, she and Scythe boy were in a staring contest with each other. Its so awkward and tense around her. Shinigami-boy is standing right next to scythie, glaring holes into Maka-Bakka's soul.
Maka: Well, at least we can clearly tell that that isn't me. It's some random idiot named Maka-Bakka. No one any of us knows, so we can all calm down now.
*Maka looks between the two, both of them still clearly pissed off*
Maka: …that was a hint, guys.
Soul & Crona: Not happening.
"Leave, Maka." Soul announced calmly.
"No, I want to apologize." Maka says sternly, "I overreacted." She was blushing now. Oh, little girl, crush on a gay guy; a taken gay guy. I'd pity her, but she doesn't deserve it.
Maka: *facepalm* Unbelievable…it's really amazing how far off this is from who I actually am. It's like the author just picked a stereotype and stuck my name on it. …seriously, would you two calm down?
Soul: Nope.
Crona: Uh-uh.
"Oh no, I don't know how to deal with this."
Maka: …oh, hell no.
Ah, looks like Chrona's finally here. The pink haired guy has so many problems but doesn't trust Maka anymore after what she did to Soul. I feel bad for him too.
Crona: …WHAT?
Maka: …OK, now I'm starting to get a bit pissed off.
Soul: Took you long enough.
CHRONA…
"Stop it Ragnarok, I don't know how to deal with having blood in my hair." I groaned as I pushed an angry Ragnarok away and managed to return him back to my blood.
Maka: …*glares at Ragnarok*
Ragnarok: Hey, I'm in his blood! Making him bleed would just be stupid!
Crona: Doesn't mean you haven't done it…
Ragnarok: …you fucking snitch!
*MAKA CHOP!*
I thank Shinigami-sama for helping me learn to control him better.
Crona: …control him…yeah, right…
Ragnarok: Please, like you ever could!
I walked into Soul's hospital room; I finally decided to go even though I don't know how to deal with an injured person.
Maka: You mean despite the fact that he was there when I was, you know, paralyzed? Or did you not get that far yet?
I walked in an saw Soul and Maka having a stare off, an angry stare off.
"Oh no, I don't know how to deal with this." I groaned at the sight. I had to try to help. Maka always said to try to help people solve their conflicts.
Maka: …whoa, that's creepy.
Soul: What? You really told him that?
Crona: She did, actually…
"You guys need to make up, come on. Soul, Maka admits that she did something wrong and she wants to make it better."
Maka started nodding. "I wanted to start by saying that I'll be paying for your hospital bill and that I'm really sorry about overreacting." Maka put her head down in shame after that. I looked at Soul, not knowing what to say. I still don't know how to deal with this.
Crona: Easy…turn around, walk out now, and hopefully you won't be brought back…
KID…
"We'll give you another chance, but if you mess it up you have to get out of Soul's life for good." I said, after consulting Soul about what we should do. He agreed to give her one chance, since she does seem genuinely sorry for her actions.
Maka: Not a very bright move, if you ask me.
Soul: …wait, what?
Maka: What? That's not me, remember? It's Maka-Bakka. And this is just going to result in easily preventable drama in the future, so why bother? Honestly, I wouldn't forgive me if it was me.
Crona: Doesn't matter either way, since you would never do that…
Maka: …well, yeah, obviously.
She nods happily at us and gives Soul a "can I come closer?" look.
Soul: Oddly specific look…
He sighed and nodded, letting her skip over happily.
Maka: Excuse me, I do not skip. In any sense of the term.
I don't know what this feeling is, but I don't like it.
Soul: That's probably a sense of foreboding that indicates how badly you just screwed up. *thumbs-up* Way to go.
LIZ…
That look on Kids face when Patty and I walked in was priceless. His was practically melting with anger at jealousy at the sight of Maka and Soul making up and getting along.
Maka: Kid? Jealous? …I'd probably find that funny under different circumstances.
There was this vibe coming from Maka, I have the felling that this isn't going to turn out well.
Soul: Duh.
SPIRIT…
Maka: GAH!
"Oh Maka!" I shouted as I entered Soul hospital room. Lately Maka's been asking for my help and has been enjoying spending time around me. Its wonderful, she's finally forgiven me for my mistake.
Maka: *double facepalm* No, no, NO. For the love of God, no. I did not go running to my dad just because one of my friends turned out to be gay. Absolutely not.
But, she completely ignored me when I called her. I didn't even get a glance, let alone a second one.
She's back to ignoring me, and it's all that stupid Soul's fault!
Maka: Gratitude returned, Soul.
Soul: *grins* Well, I'd be a pretty sucky partner if I didn't save you from your dad every once in a while.
MAKA…
I ignored my father as he called out to me. I finally had gotten Soul to forgive me. Now for step 2 in the plan, slowly steal him away from Kid. He's not gay, he just thinks he is. He's not in love with Kid, he just thinks he is. He's in love with me. Sure call me a Yandere, but I'm in love with Soul.
All: *stunned silence*
Soul: …Crona, let me see what you've written so far.
*Crona tosses the notepad to Soul*
Soul: *reads*…what, no dunking in a vat of acid?
Crona: Aw, I knew I forgot something…
I apologize for the shortness of the chapters lately, but I've been trying to write while combating writer's block.
Maka: Never thought I'd be thankful that someone got that…
Crona: Likewise…
The next chapter will only come up if I get review for this one!
Maka: Someone's getting desperate for attention…
If there is a new chapter, it will be longer; I promise.
Soul: Then we should be done with this! …right?
Crona: Sadly, no…
CHAPTER FOUR
The day we "cut" the rules.
Soul: …was that supposed to be clever? Or to reference something? 'Cause I'm completely lost here.
so crazy how we get down~ never thought it would be like this so crazy how we get down~ blaze the place time for some action so crazy how we get down~ y'all and me we got it going on so crazy how we get down~ anything you need you got me right here
Soul: It's crap.
Maka: …you can't even hear the song.
Soul: I can just tell. I'm that good.
BLAIR….
"Scythie boy! Oh scythie Boy! gone, you can stop hiding now." I called out to Soul. He's been living at my old house with the pretty pretty pumpkins in the yard ever since his fight with Maka. Soul poked his head out of behind the couch.
"Oh scythie boy, come on~! Just for old times sake, take a bath with meeee!" I whined,
Soul: Oh for-I'm hiding from Blair now?
Crona: …I know one or two hiding spots…
Soul: I don't want to hide from Blair! …and by that, I'm saying I'm not scared of her and that I don't need to hide from her and Maka put the book down!
Maka: Sure you don't want to rephrase that…?
I missed when Scythie boy pretended to be straight, he would always blush and stutter when I asked him that.
Soul: You're forgetting the nosebleeds. Which, again, can't be faked!
He doesn't even pay Blair-sama any attention now with the striped head boy waltzing around. Scythie boy's completely wrapped around his finger; it's so funny. Now they listen to only the songs that Kiddo wants to hear, so they've been playing this one song over and over again.
Soul: He's officially the worst boyfriend ever.
Maka: …you're speaking like you have experience on the subject, Soul.
Soul: Oh, shut up.
It's bugging Blair-Sama! Blair's just gonna go take a bath than. Humph!
Crona: …what's the point of putting "humph" in your internal dialogue?
To bad they look so happy together cuddled up against each other, Kid asleep in Soul's arms. So sweet.
Maka: Awwwwwwww! You're even falling asleep together!
Soul: Oh, gag.
Crona: …no comment…
Kid's been having trouble at home lately. Stein's been rather against his homosexuality,
Soul: Wait, what? What does Stein have to do with it?
Maka: …does this person not know that Death the Kid is the son of…well, Death? Does he think that Stein is his father? …I know he said he isn't that familiar with us, but that's a pretty big flub to make!
Blair wishes I could beat weirdo dissector up! Blair's not strong enough too though, too bad.
I dipped into the warm bathwater and it feels great and I started relaxing as my brush went away at cleaning me. Too bad there was a giant explosion. I jumped up and looked out the window.
Stupid witches! Can't they let Blair and the star-crossed lovers have their me time?
Maka: Oh, great, villains appearing for no reason. Figures.
CHRONA…
"I don't know how to deal with Medusa! I have to find Mak- no, I have to find Soul." I ran out of the room and ran towards that cat witch's home.
Crona: *twitch* I…you…urgh…gragh…gah…gack…
Maka: Crona…?
Soul: Dude, say whatever you need to say before you start foaming at the-
Crona: I swear when I find this author I'm going to pin him to the wall like a GODDAMMNED BUTTERFLY!
Soul: …yeah, like that.
I rushed there at the speed of light and looked up at the house in ruins. Soul and Kid are nowhere in sight; neither is Blair-chan!
Maka: *twitch* I think it's safe to assume that you don't call her that…
Crona: Very, very safe…
"Ugh!" I squealed a little as Blair-chan flew past me, the result of being struck. I look the direct she came from. The wicthes are here. No, the witches are here!
Maka: The bitches are coming! The bitches are coming!
Eruka!
Medusa!
Michizune!
All: It's Mizune!
I don't know who to deal with this.
Crona: *head meets tray* I don't care who deals with it, just so long as someone does…
ERUKA….
"Filthy brat. Just die!" I shouted, tossing more tadpole bombs at the cat.
Maka: Ah yes, revel in Eruka's genericness…
The cat switched in and out o human from to dodge the bombs.
"Stop moving!" I shouted in frustration. I tossed more and more tadpole bombs until I finally hit her. Finally! I turned.
"Now to find my real target, Oh, where are you Shinigami-boy?" I looked around, and suddenly I saw the boy standing atop a pile of rubble. I squealed.
`"Y-you're not a scythe meister! I was told you wield duel pistols!" I looking at him in fear.
Maka: …really?
Soul: *sighs* Should've seen this coming…
I wasn't prepared to fight up close! I prepared for a long range battle.
"Scared?" He said in a mocking tone. I looked at him and began to back away, but I bumped into something. I turned and saw the cat woman behind me and shrieked. Ahh, what do I do? What do I do? I looked into the sky and smiled.
"Bye bye." I said, eaving to my adversaries. I jumped into the air and turned into a frog, and was caught by one of the michizune witches. It was a great idea bringing them with us on the second attack on death city.
Maka: Well, thank you for that exercise in pointlessness.
SOUL…
"That was amazing Kid! You used me even though you were asymmetrical." I said to Kid, smiling. He smiled back at me.
"And our wavelengths are in perfect sync. Unlike how yours and Maka's are now." Kid said, spitting Maka's name.
Crona: …Soul, can I have my notepad back now?
Soul: Hang on, I'm adding some ideas of my own.
"At least we're not partners anymore, and you pulled strings so you couls have three weapons. I didn't even think that was possible." I remarked, earning a smile from him again.
"Stuff id easy with Lord Death as your father." He said. I nodded at him and looked into the city, which was being destroyed by rampaging witches.
Maka: The entire city? In that amount of time? Am I seriously expected to believe this?
Soul: More importantly, apparently the author does know that Kid is the son of Lord Death. So, again, why did you bring up Stein earlier?
"First we should fin Liz and Patty, than we should go look for Black Star and Tsubaki." Kid said calmly, I looked at him and nodded, and turned back into my scythe form.
"Good luck kid, and don't get a scratch on you! I couldn't stand to see your perfect skin damaged like that!" I shouted from inside my scythe form.
Soul: AGH!
Maka: *bursts out laughing*
Soul: Stop that! This isn't even remotely close to funny!
"And no getting hurt either for you!" kid shouted as he ran into the city, full of angry witches and, worst of all, Maka.
Maka: Hey, what'd I do? I didn't blow up the city! …I hope.
I've been having writer's block for this story, but I think I managed to pull a good scene out of my ass.
Soul: Oh you pulled something out of your ass, alright…
Anyway, I absolutely love Blair, so I hope I master the art of writing from her point of view,
Maka: Not exactly difficult to do.
same with Chrona;
Crona: *head meets tray again* Lucky me…
Maka: *pats Crona's back*
and you'll probably be seeing for of Eruka, as she is my favorite villain.
Maka: Once again…
Crona: Poor Eruka…
Until next time, that is if I get enough reviews.
Soul: Oh, quit your begging and get a job!
but that story doesn't seem popular enough for me to continue.
Maka: Whoa, what? Did we come in too late or something? Where's the start to that sentence?
Man! Kingdom Hearts fans hate to review,
Crona: What does Kingdom Hearts have to do with us…?
Maka: You mean besides grounds for yet another crossover?
anyway, back to this series.
Soul: No, go back to them! Better them than us!
Also, I realize I called the Mizune, Michizure, in the past chapter. That was a mistake and it is not an OC or anything, it was meant to be Mizune.
Crona: Oh, you have made much bigger mistakes than that…
This story is a somewhat AU, as it tells an event from the actual plot, with many changes.
Soul & Crona: Gee, you think?
CHATPER 5
The Day of Witches' Blessing
Maka: Stop trying to have an actual plot, you're not fooling anyone.
ERUKA…
"You told me that Lord Death's son would be powerless without his dual pistols at his side! You said nothing of the scythe boy!" I shouted at Medusa. She gave me incorrect information.
Crona: Eruka standing up to…her? …that's out of character, and yet I don't find myself caring too much…
"That was an extremely recent event and, because of such, there was no time to warn you, nor the Mizune." Medusa told me calm Medusa told me calmly. I shivered a little at her annoyed atmosphere.
Crona: …never mind…
"We are here to revive the Kishin, Asura, I understand. But why didn't you send Free to get the boy? He can't die!" I whined at her, pulling my hat down a little.
"Because we needed a large distraction in the city, what better that a werewolf whose escaped prison?" Medusa asked, I hung my head and sighed.
Soul: Gee, I don't know, I find a witch blowing shit up pretty distracting. But hey, that's just me.
"What is my next assignment than? I refuse to attack the shinigami boy again." I said. She looked at me while adjusting the dress she was wearing to the ball, before our plan went into action.
Maka: Wait, ball? What ball? Who said anything about a ball? When was a ball ever mentioned in this fic?
"You will go with Free to inject the black blood into Asura and revive it." Medusa told me. I gulped, but nodded and grabbed the attaché case and went into the DWMA basement to regroup with Free.
Crona: Wait, Asura isn't revived yet…? So, wait, this takes place before the revival…? Then how am I there? I'm not supposed to be there yet! And what's all this about a second attack? Why did this suddenly get so confusing…?
MARIE…
"Why did I have to be here when they attacked? I should have been out looking for a husband!" I whined into Yumi's ear and we ran through the halls of the DWMA.
Maka & Crona: *twitch*
Soul: Wait, what're they doing there? If this is before Asura's revived, they shouldn't be there! They were called to the academy because Asura was revived! What the hell is going on?
She pushed me away I I frowned.
"Calm down Marie! We need to get Lord Death and the others out of that prison." Yumi said as she adjusted her glasses. I sulked after her as we ran. We past a empty room but I stopped when I heard music. I backed up and peeked into the room.
"What are you doing now Marie!" Yumi shouted at me as I ran into the room.
"Justin! Pay attention to your surroundings instead of that music for once and help us free Shinigami!" I shouted as I shook Justin back and forth to get his attention.
Maka: Oh, of course, bring him in too. Why not?
Soul: The author probably has no idea he's actually evil…oh, yeah, spoilers for you folks at home. Sorry about that.
CHRONA…
"I don't know how to deal with this. Medusa's returned, I don't know what to do! How do I deal with this?" I shouted as I ran after Black Star and Tsubaki.
Maka: Oh, yeah, just repeat his catchphrase over and over again. You clearly have a firm grip on his character and personality.
Tsubaki turned and stared comforting me.
"Don't worry Chrona, we'll meet up with the others and then we can go help Shinigami-sama." Tsubaki told me, before pulling me along with her so we could catch up to noisy Black Star.
"Hey, lookie!" Black Star pointed at something. I looked into the rubble and recognized it as the friendly Cat Witch's house.
Soul: Not actually a witch…
Maka: Which we are all too familiar with…
I saw her sitting among the rubble, starting at her house.
"Blair-chan! Are you OK?" I shouted to her as I followed Black Star and Tsubaki to her destroyed house. She turned and I saw the tears pouring out of her eyes as she held a broken brush in her hands.
"He's dead, and so the rest of my house!"
Crona: …"he"?
Maka: I think we're supposed to chalk that up to Blair's ditziness, and not question her sanity.
Crona: …it's not exactly working…
Maka: No, no it isn't.
She shouted and Tsubaki and I went over to comfort her, even though I don't know how to deal with crying cat.
Crona: *head hits tray*
"Blair! Where's Kid and Soul?" Black Star shouted from the top of the pile of debris.
She shrugged, "Whose gonna help me get a new house? I dunno how to build stuff!" I patted her back to comfort her, but it wasn't working very well. I let Tsubaki take over with comforting Blair-chan, since I don't know how.
Crona: *hits head repeatedly*
I ran after the oaf, who left without us in search of his friends.
Crona: *looks up* "Oaf"?
Maka: …*snerk*
Crona: W-What…?
Maka: Sorry…was just picturing you calling Black*Star an oaf…
"Stop for a second Black Star, I don't know how to deal with all this running!" I shouted after the speedy assassin as I ran after him.
"You're pitiful Chrona!" Raganarok shouted as he popped out of my back.
"No Raganarok! Now's not a good time!" I shouted, pushing the bully away.
Ragnarok: Goddammit! I thought I could get through this without seeing me deliver any lines!
Crona: It was just one…
Ragnarok: I'd like to keep my good luck with these, if it's all the same to you!
"It seems you've shrunk quiet a lot, your powers dwindled." I looked up towards the voice.
"Medusa, No Medusa! Go Away!"
Crona: *groan*
Maka: …OK, I changed my mind. Let me see that notepad.
Soul: I think I've pretty much covered all the bases.
Maka: *reads* …you forgot freezing in liquid nitrogen.
Soul: Dammit!
I shouted and turned to run, which, thankfully, Raganarok agreed with for once. I ran back over to Tsubaki and Blair-chan, but Medusa chased me. She was about to grab me before Kid pushed me out of the way and hit her with Soul's handle.
ARACHNE…
Maka: Wait, what? What is she doing here? She's not…this isn't supposed to…what is going on?
"It seems that Kid Death can wield something other than those two pistols. Giriko, would you be a dear and go assist my little sister in defeating those fools.
Soul: *twitch* Giriko…
Maka: Soul…
Crona: Wait, what's the problem with Giri-
*Crona freezes in mid-sentence, jaw hanging open*
Maka: …Crona…?
Soul: …you just found out, didn't you?
Crona: *slowly nods*
Soul: …you gonna be OK, man?
Crona: Maka…you remember that one time you said you got so angry, you went full circle and were suddenly calm…?
Maka: Yeah…
Crona: …I feel the same way right now…it's really weird…
Help her capture Chrona, I'll assist the other witch and the werewolf in reviving the Kishin." I asked Giriko, he scowled at the order, but obeyed and ran off towards my sister's soul wavelength. I looked over at the witch and werewolf.
"Let's go you two, before the box wears off." I ordered them; they proceeded to lead me to the DWMA. The golem began walking as I sat upon it and looked over the city in shambles. My sister actually had a good idea by having us team up and attack Death City.
Maka: How generically evil of you, you generic fanservicy villain.
The Mizune wicthes flew by overhead, cutting apart the structures with their magically enhanced whiskers. The golem crushed every unfortunate thing in its way. Giriko was enjoy craving through the walls as he made his way to Medusa. Such wonderful destruction.
"Where are you going?" I turned my head to look back as the golem continued walking.
"Two death scythes and Dr. Stein. Shouldn't you be attacking Medusa, hmm? And last time I checked, you were being beaten to a pull by the female Death Scythe." I looked at them. Shinigami's personal scythe, Spirit, and the death scythe normally in charge of Europe, Justin Law. Too bad, Giriko's going to be here in 3, 2, 1…
"Die!" And there he is, the two are at it again. He sure does hold a grudge. The two are swinging those sharp blades all over the place, causing such a ruckus.
Maka: What was the deal with those two, anyway?
Soul: I can't even begin to care. One's now evil, the other's now dead, what difference does it make?
"Let's continue, let Giriko delay them." I had the golem continue walking after the witch and werewolf. Let's continue with the plan as planned, and hopefully will be able to get rid of Shinigami in the process.
Crona: Why? So they can take over the world?
Maka: Of course!
PATTY…
"Liz! I can't get out of it!" I whined as I tried to get out of the restraints. "I can't change into weapon form either!"
Maka: Whoa, whoa, where is this? Why are they tied up?
"Calm down Patty, we'll find a way out, don't worry." Liz said, calmly.
"But what if there are ghosts in the DWMA dungeons? They could get us!" I shouted.
Soul: Why are they in the DWMA dungeons? Why were they captured?
"No, there are ghosts here?" Liz started freaking out. Then I started freaking out and we started shouting for help together.
"KID, GET US OUTTA HERE!"
All: WHAT IS GOING ON?
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OK, I'm gonna end it there. You'll get the trio's thoughts on the story after the next one.
Since this is technically a part of a double story, you're probably better off saving your questions/suggestions for later, after the second one. You can send them anyway, but it'll take longer for a reply.
And no, Soul won't be staying after this, so don't bother with anything for him.
See you again soon.