Errors In Continuity Special: Soul Eater

by ZeroVX

Just when the teenage scythe meister and the demon swordsman thought it was safe to read bad fanfics again...rated for language.

6. Story 4: With Friends Like These

OK, this is gonna be as much torture for me as it will be for you, so let's not waste any time and get going.

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Maka: So, are we alright? Are we all calm now?

Soul: Yes, yes, we're fine. So sorry we got upset because you were being portrayed as a psychotic stalker.

Maka: It wasn't that big a deal! It was so far off from me that there was no way I could take it seriously!

Crona: Doesn't change the fact that the author thought it was you…

Soul: Let's just get this other one over with…

"So…tired" Soul mumbled following Maka down the school corridor.

Soul: I know the feeling.

"Well is you were smart you would of gone to bed instead of watching Ferris Buller's Day Off at twelve in the morning." Maka stated absorbing the text found in her novel.

"But its Ferris Buller's Day Off! Oh you wouldn't understand you're such a nerd"

Maka: Hey, I know what Ferris Bueller's Day Off is!

Soul: Before or after you started doing this?

Maka: Before.

Soul stated absorbing a yawn, not aware of his fate. Maka closed her book.

"Maka Chop!"

Maka: *sighs* It's sad how people think they understand the significance of the chop. One can't just use it at any instance. The moment must need the chop. The chop must perfectly punctuate the mood surrounding the situation.

Crona: …I didn't know so much thought went into it…

Maka: Don't worry, Crona. Perhaps one day you will learn the secrets of the Maka Chop for yourself.

Soul: *facepalm* Oh buh-rother.

"Hi Maka!"

Maka turned from her brain dead partner to find Tzubaki and Blackstar next to her.

"oh hey guys". Maka greeted

"HEY did you guys here! A NEW KID HAS JUST MOVED TO SHUBISION! Of 'course I can understand the fact that you didn't know because he isn't a great star like me!" Blackstar bragged.

Crona: …there's that feeling of foreboding terror again…

"But the year is almost over. Why bother moving schools now?" Soul questioned soberly rubbing his head.

Soul: That's actually a good question.

Maka: And now you learn about that oh-so-dreaded aspect of poor writing known as "plot convenience".

Soul: I hate it already.

"HAHA hey Soul wanna shake him up?" Blackstar laughed pulling Soul in a tight embrace.

Maka: …

Soul: It's a manly hug, dammit! It's completely different from what you're thinking!

Maka: Mhm…

"after what happened with Kid no. Cool guys like me don't get into fights that are not necessary.' Soul stated pulling out of Blackstar's embrace.

"Oh well. I guess battling with the greatest star can make people feel weak." Blackstar laughed making Maka pull a face.

"Oh great another normal day'. Maka whined.

Maka & Crona: I do/She does not whine!

Soul: Awwwwwwwww!

Maka: Oh, shut up.

The bell rung and soon the gang found themselves sitting in Steins class room dreading to think what harmless animal would be dissected today.

'Ok class. Now as you may of heard, we have a new student joining our class. Class meet Stuart Confeld'. Stein stated flashing his glasses towards the class.

In walked a young tall boy with mousy brown hair and magnificent bright, emerald green eyes.

Crona: *screams* I knew it! It's another one! Why do we have to deal with so many of these? Why?

Maka: Crona, just calm down! It'll be OK! He'll probably just disappear after a chapter or two!

Crona: No he won't! He'll stay through the whole thing and mess up everyone's characters! Everyone will focus on him even though we don't know him at all! It happens every time!

He had a small smirk spread across his face as he stared at the class in full fascination until he spotted Maka. Maka found herself mesmerized in the new kids bright green eyes, as if she was in a trance.

Maka: …*facepalm* Oh God no…

Crona: …I hate being right…

"Maka' Stein asked braking Maka's trance.

'err. Yes?' Maka answered feeling embarrassed of how she acted.

'Since you're not behind your class work, would you mind giving Stewart a tour of the school?" Stein asked.

'Sure' Maka cheered packing her books.

Maka: Yeah, I instantly develop a crush on a boy I just met, five seconds after meeting him. Are you even trying to hide the fact that he's a Gary Stu?

Once she finished packing she walked down lifting a glance at steward. He returned her glance with a smile which produced Maka to blush.

Crona: …and there's that urge to hit something again…

Soul: When we find the author, I'll hold him down while you take your time tap dancing on his face, OK?

Crona: Thank you…

In embarrassment she murmured 'follow me' and walked on ahead, leaving Steward to walk behind her.

Maka gave Stewart a silent tour of the school, until Stewart decided to break the ice.

'Man this school is huge. I am glad you are here, otherwise I would be completely lost.' Stewart stated looking around the corridor as if it were a museum.

'It's the biggest academy you will ever come across as it is run by lord Death himself. It is also more than a school as it contains a dungeon and rooms for board.' Maka stated.

'wow, trippy' Stewart replied.

Soul: …"trippy"? Really? How does that even fit? Unless you're saying you're on drugs, which…actually, still doesn't really fit. …go away, druggie.

All of a sudden Maka found her armed being pulled back and found of bright green eyes match her own.

Crona: *twitch*

Maka: Whoa, hey! Personal space, buddy!

'So what's your name again?' Stewart asked

'Oh sorry. It's Maka' Maka answered staring at the floor.

'Well it's a delight meeting you Maka.'

Maka: Quick, kick him in the balls and run!

Soul: I'm guessing that's just wishful thinking on your part?

Maka: Sadly…

Soul walked out of Stein's class exhausted. Man was he tired and with Stein shouting random words next to Soul's ear he could not get any shut eye, this was not cool at all.

'SOUL!'

Soul turned to find Maka running in joy, dragging the startled new kid behind her.

'Soul! This is Stewart. Is it ok if we have a PARTY!' Maka squealed in excitement.

Soul: "…OK, who are you and what'd you do with Maka?"

Maka: Thank you.

Soul stood there dumfounded. He never saw Maka this excited before, a smile stretched across his face.

'Sure I see no problem why' he replied thinking of how many energy drinks he was going to buy to stay awake this afternoon.

Maka beamed and literally pushed Stewart into Soul.

'GREAT! Ok I am going to invite the gang, meet you at home ok?' Maka beamed running off the find Kid, Liz and Paddy.

Maka: "Paddy"? What, is that Patty's Irish cousin?

Crona: …that sounded potentially offensive…

Maka: …oops.

Steward quickly pushed himself off the fallen weapon. Soul realized Stewart was acting alert and was shaking, staring at Soul as if he was the devil.

'Dude are you ok?' Soul asked.

Maka: Soul, he's on to you! He knows that you know! You have to eliminate him before it's too late!

Steward realized his reaction and took a deep breath and smiled, looking at Soul with his deep green eyes.

'Sure… Just was a bit startled, that's all… Is she always like that?' Steward replied

' Pretty much' Soul smirked looking at his excited miester. 'I hope you like chicken'.

Around four in the afternoon the gang found themselves at Maka's and Soul's apartment gorging themselves on food and conversation.

Soul: Wouldn't Kid's place be better? I mean, our apartment's kinda small for a full-blown party…

Maka: It's probably because we're featured so much in this…

Soul: …you have been reading ahead.

Maka: I told you guys, it's a habit!

'So tell us Stewart do you have a mister?' Kid asked

Crona: …a "mister"?

Maka: …there's probably a joke somewhere in there, but damned if I can find it.

'YEAH! And what type of weapon are you stew?' Paddy laughed

Crona: …they're already giving him nicknames?

Soul: They really aren't trying to hide it, are they?

'I am a battle axe and sadly no. My miester and I decided to split, that's why I decided to movie to shibishion'. Stewart answered.

'Oh I'm sorry. Why did you split?' Tzubaki asked

'Oh you know, we had many differences' Stweart answered glaring at Soul.

Soul noticed and gave him a confused look back. Stewart just smirked and drunk his coke.

Soul: Aha! See? I knew he was on something!

Maka: …I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to drink that, though.

Crona: *confused look*

Maka: I'll explain later, Crona…

What's up with this guy? Soul thought

Soon the party ended and Maka found herself washing up.

'Hey Maka..' Soul asked shutting the front door

'Yeah Soul?'

'Did that Stewart guy seem weird to you?'

'No why?'

'hmm' Soul thought looking through the window 'It just didn't feel right'.

Soul: …why do I get the feeling this is going to end badly for me?

Maka: Because it probably is…

Crona: It usually ends badly for someone when OCs are involved…

Soul woke up with the laughing sun, in his face he sighed and finally decided to get up.

'Morning Maka' Soul called but there was no answer.

"Maka?' Soul asked but was answered in silence. Soul finally realised that Maka wasn't in the apartment.

Soul: …she isn't…is she?

Crona: *twitch*

Maka: She better not be…

Whats going on? Soul thought until his eyes met the kitchen clock.

'SHIT I'M LATE!'

Soul practically ran to Shibution to find the gang laughing around Stewart as if they were mad.

All: *sigh of relief*

'WHAT THE HELL MAKA! ATLEAST TELL ME WHEN YOU ARE PLANNING ON GOING TO SCHOOL EARLY SO I CAN SET MY ALARM!' Soul raged running up to Maka.

Maka: Geez, Soul, no need to be so loud…

Maka stopped laughing and looked at Soul in surpirise.

'Oh sorry Soul… I guess I forgot to wake you' Maka replied.

'You what!'

'I forgot' Maka replied as if it was the most casual thing in the world.

Maka: …you suck as a friend, lady.

'HEY SOUL LISTEN TO THIS JOKE ITS FUNNY AS HELL HAHAHA!' Blackstar laughed

Soul: I can't imagine why I have trouble believing that.

Crona: Why does everyone have to yell so much in these fics…?

'yeah come on Stewart say it again!' Maka screamed

Maka: …*places face in hands* Uuuuuuugh…

Crona: …*hugs Maka*

'Ok…ok' Stewart laughed and then he gazed into Souls eyes. 'A termite walks into a bar room and asks, "Is the bar tender here?"

All: *dumbfounded silence*

Soul: …Crona, understand that I say this with all the respect I have for you…but even you could come up with a better joke than that.

Crona: Thanks…I think…

'What?' Soul asked looking in fear of how his friends were laughing like people who deserve to be in the loony bin.

Maka: That would probably be because they do.

'Oh don't worry about Soul, Stewart, with Soul's brain you won't get him to understand anything you say.' Maka stated

'Hey! What are you saying? I have a brain the size of a pea is that what you are saying!' Soul argued

Soul: …why did I suddenly get images of this one blond guy going on a long, comically over-the-top rage-fuelled rant?

'That's exactly what I am saying!' Maka yelled back 'God you men' she scoffled and stormed off, with Stewart and the gang behind her.

Soul sighed. Something wasn't right, since when had his friends ever laugh at a stupid joke like that?. They weren't acting normal even for them and this Stewart guy. The way he kept on staring at Soul, it was if he was trying to look into his very soul, try to control him.

Soul: Ugh. That was just corny…

Soul shook it off. He knew he was pissed and that was probably why his friends were acting strange to him.

The week commenced and Soul felt as lonely as when he used to be with his family. No one was really paying any attention towards him and they were all fonding over Stewart even professor Stein.

Maka: …yeah, that definitely isn't right. Especially considering Professor Stein isn't exactly in our peer group…

Soul sighed and leaned over the balcony.

'What's wrong with me?' Soul murmured to the sun.

Soul: The world's gone crazy and you're the only sane man alive. Sucks, dude.

'Soul are you ok?'

Soul quickly turned to find Kid next to him looking out towards the sun set.

Maka: …*grins*

Soul: Oh, don't even start.

Maka: Oh, come on, Soul! You know I'm just teasing you!

Soul: Yeah, why don't I start gushing about how cute you and, I don't know, Tsubaki would be?

Maka: …I think we'll just move on now.

Soul: That's what I thought.

' I'm ok why wouldn't I be?' Soul asked

'Well Stewart and Maka seem to be getting close, that's all.'

'huh? Really I haven't noticed'

'really close' Kid repeated looking at Soul with concern.

Maka: …I swear, if he means what I think he means…

Crona: *twitch*

Soul answered his glance with a confused look.

'What's that supposed to mean?' Soul asked

'I am quite positive that a relationship is commencing between the two, doesn't that bother you?'

Maka: It certainly bothers me!

Soul smirked

'No Maka can go out with anyone she likes, I am not going to hold her back'

Soul: *nudges Maka* That was a hint, you two.

Maka: *blushes* Stop just saying stuff like that, Soul!

Crona: *heavy blush*

'I see' Kid stated 'So you don't mind that her attention will be on him instead of you?'

Soul looked him in shock, while Kid looked out into the sunset.

'It's only natural for one to get jealous when the attention goes towards someone else,'

Soul: Oh, so I'm an attention whore now? Good to know…

'Well I'm totally cool with it'

Soul smirked at Kid's surprised face.

' It's good for Maka to be in a relationship. It will teach her things' Soul smiled.

Little Maka was growing up.

All: *heads meet respective trays*

Soul: …can we just act like that last bit didn't happen?

Maka: Believe me, I'd love to…

Soul sighed looking at the letter for the fifth time that night.

Stewart and I are going out to watch a movie, don't know when we will be back. Love Maka xx

Crona: …why the two x's?

Maka: Later, Crona…

Soul sighed it was ten pm. Where could they be? He thought. Was he jealous?

Soul: I thought we just established that no, I wasn't jealous. Or are we ignoring that for the sake of drama?

Maka: Hey, you're catching on!

Maybe that is why he thought Stewart was acting suspicious. Soul thought for a while until he abruptly stopped, realising that his fingers were playing the table like a piano. Soul sighed he sighed and shut his eyes. He awoke to the fiddling of keys and the door closing. Soul looked up to find a red, babbling, giggling Maka.

Maka: …am I drunk?

Soul: …Crona, we're going to have to go over these notes again. Most of these are way too quick.

Crona: Oh, I'm sure I can come up with some better ideas…

'Oh hey Soul' Maka giggled

'Hey?' Soul asked looking at his mister in confusion.

Maka: It's meister! Would you get it right so this isn't so awkward?

'Oh Soul!' Maka giggled punching his shoulder 'I'm so happy'.

A smile spread across Soul's face 'So you and Stewart hey' He teased making Maka blushed furiously, he chuckled.

Due to the new relationship between Stewart and Maka, Soul's life dramatically changed. Maka practically spend every living moment with Stewart usually leaving Soul alone cooking dinner for Blair and himself.

Maka & Crona: …

Soul: …whoa, hey! Didn't I just say I was cool with you two hanging out? Besides, it's a totally different situation from this! Really, you guys can hang out as much as you like, it's not gonna hurt me or anything!

Maka: …really?

Soul: Yes. …although it would be nice if you visited every once in a while.

Crona: S-Sorry…

Soul: …Crona, I was kidding.

The only time Maka spent in the apartment was for homework and to rest, which she did in total isolation.

Soul: See? Totally different!

Soul was hurt. Maka was acting as if she didn't need him anymore now she had Stewart and they had not even looked at any missions yet go on any.

Soul: And we still go on missions! So stop feeling guilty that you're being friends already!

Maka: …sorry, Soul…

Crona: Yeah…

Soul: It's cool. Really.

'Maka?' Soul asked pushing Maka's door open to discover Maka reading books.

'hmm? Soul can't you see I'm a little busy?' Maka exclaimed her nose deep in the novel.

'Yeah but I was just wondering when we were going to do another mission? You do want to create an awesome death sythe right Maka?...Maka?.

'huh? Err yes Soul I do it's just that, I've been so busy lately…

Maka: …you know, this really is stupid. I mean, I'd never drop my lifelong mission to make a greater Death Scythe than my dad just because of some boy.

Soul: Took you long enough to wake up.

Hey do you think it will be alright if you cooked your own dinner tomorrow. It's Friday after all and Stewart is planning to take me somewhere special.' Maka asked her eyes still on the novel.

When did we last make eye contact? Soul thought

'Soul?' Maka asked her eyes still on her novel, Soul sighed

'Whatever you say Maka' Soul murmured in defeat.

'Oh and Soul..'

'Yes?'

'Would it be ok if I borrowed your bike? Apparently we are travelling quite far and I don't really feel like catching the bus.' Maka stated

Maka: Yeah, um, a) I don't even know how to ride a motorcycle, and b) Soul wouldn't lend his to me. He doesn't lend it to anyone.

Soul: This is true.

'Oh that's fine' Soul cried in sarcasm with a dark tone found within his voice, Maka didn't notice.

'Thanks… Soul can you please close the door behind you?' Maka asked picking up her phone 'Hey Stewart'. Soul closed the door.

Maka: *facepalm*

Depressed by his defeat he passed the concerned Blair, slammed his door and face planted his bed. He was cut, hurt or whatever you call it, he was alone.

Soul: Oh, great, apparently I'm emo in addition to being an attention whore. Nice.

Crona: …Maka, didn't you tell me those two were the same thing?

Maka: *giggles* Yes, well, I was in a pretty bad mood that day…

No one seemed to talk to him anymore or give him any attention in fact they seemed to hate him. All because of Stewart. That guy was acting very suspicious. At first Soul thought it was him being jealous but it was the complete opposite. Soul relized that weird kid always kept on staring at him as if he wanted something from Soul. Usually after the defeat in the 'staring contest' between he and Stewart, Stewart would become bitter and frustrated. Soul also caught Stewart walking round the corridors muttering to himself and once Soul spotted him near where the Kishien used to be. Something wasn't right. Soul tried to tell Maka about it though she either stood up for Stewart or was in denial. After that defeat Soul tried telling his friends but t=again they stood up for Stewart and Black star even call him a 'lying bastard'. Soon his friends started to avoid him including Stein who thought out of the whole bunch would understand.

Soul: Again, why is Stein there? He's our teacher.

Maka: Also, you all suck ass as friends. All of you. To insane degrees.

They all worshiped this kid, but why?

Crona: Because his name is Gary Stu and he refuses to go away…

The next day Soul walked to school alone again, with the only comfort of his jacket against the cool wind. The day went quickly and Soul found himself walking back home alone feeling depressed as ever.

'this is so uncool' Though thought out loud

Soul: So much so that I apparently have to utter my catchphrase.

He had never felt this down, even when he was living with his family.

Soul: *facepalm*

Maybe I should move back he thought then shock it off no way am I going back to that shit box.

Soul: Yeah, not over-exaggerating my home life at all…

All of a sudden Soul herd familiar laughter. Soul looked around to find the owner of that laughter when he froze. There stood Stewart laughing in a alleyway.

Isn't he supposed to be with Maka?

Soul quickly hid behind some logs listening to the conversation.

'Maka? I don't know what you see in her, she is not a pretty sight and she has no good characteristics. She is a stuck up bitch I don't know how long I can handle her' Stewart spat towards a wall.

Crona: *grits teeth* I wonder how many knives I can carry with me at once…

Soul clenched his teeth.

'Patience little one, good deeds always come to those who wait.' A woman's voice answered that sounded quite familiar,

Crona: …*head meets tray*

Maka: Can we get just one fic where she isn't involved in any way?

though before Soul could place his finger on it the screen disappeared and Stewart starting walking down the hallway humming to himself walking down the alleyway to where Soul was hiding. In anger Soul jumped and threw Stewart on the opposing wall his arm not a blade next to Stewarts neck.

Soul: Wait, why mention that it isn't a blade? What's the point in that?

'SSSSOUL!' Stewart cried in fear

'I don't know what is going on but I heard enough' Soul growled placing his blade closer towards Stewart's neck.

Soul: But…didn't you just say-

Maka: Typo.

Soul: …shouldn't authors check for that sort of thing before sending their work in?

Maka: The good ones, anyway…

'I should of known you were using Maka. I knew you were up to something walking down corridors alone acting suspicious, now tell me what the hell is going on!' Soul demanded

Stewart responded by laughing and an evil smile shone across his face.

'Oh you are so smart Soul. Out of the whole group, wait…The whole school it was you who kept their guard. I like that in a man' Stewart mused making Soul grit his teeth.

Soul: …another one? What, do I just naturally attract gay guys to-Maka, stop laughing!

'You're working with a witch aren't you' Soul growled

'You came up with that decision all on your own. But who would Maka truly believe? Her loving, devoting boyfriend or her weapon who brings shame to her name?' Stewart asked the smile never leaving his face.

'What do you mean by sha…..'

Soul was cut off with a loud blow to the back of his head and with a flash of white light Soul found himself on the ground blackness consuming him. Souls eyes fluttered to find two pairs of shoes in front of him.

'Does he know?' a deep voice asked

'No, he knows nothing.' Stewart replied.

Crona: How generically cryptic of you…

Soul was awakened by a drunk being kicked out of a pub.

Soul: Always a fun way to start the day.

It was the break of day and Soul's head throbbed. Slowly ignoring the scorching headache and nausea Soul slowly focused how he ended at his destination. It hit him like fire. Stewart. Soul slowly stood up and started walking. I have to tell Maka.

Soul opened the door to find Maka looking at him from the lounge in relief. She ran to him and hugged him.

'Oh Soul I was so worried' She stated.

All of a sudden she pushed him away and punched his shoulder.

'How could you do this!' She shrieked 'I was so worried!'

Soul: "Yeah, I know, you literally just said that."

'Maka Listen to me. I saw Stewart in the alleyway yesterday. He is using you Maka.

Maka stopped hitting him and looked at him in bewilderment then suddenly bursted into anger.

'God It always has to be about you' She shrieked

Maka: …*facepalm* He just came back from being unconscious in an alley all night, you stupid bitch!

'What the hell are you on Maka!

Soul: Whatever magic crack Stewart is on, apparently.

Listen to….'

'Why! God you're so, so selfish you never liked Stewart but all you can see is hatred can't you understand he makes me happy! Why don't you just shut that big stupid moth of yours and do something decent with your life. God it always has to be about you!'

Maka: *head meets tray*

Soul: …sooooo, working to become a Death Scythe to better protect the world from witches isn't something decent?

'Yeah well at least I haven't abandoned my partner.

Maka: Exactly!

You don't even talk to me anymore, your either doing homework or you're out with Stewart. Trust me Maka he isn't a good guy.'

'I KNEW IT! You're jeous! You can't have my attention off you for one second you think STweart isn't a good guy!

Soul: At this point, I'm not exactly sure which is true…

Then why don't you look..'

'HIS USING YOU MAKA!' Soul shouted which stopped Maka in her tracks.

'what?'

Crona: …why is she reacting to that now, when he said that before?

Soul: Maximum dramatic effect?

'I was walking down the alleyway after school and overheard part of Stewarts conversation. He is planning something Maka. I think he is working with a witch.' Soul stated as calmly as he could. He didn't want to yell at Maka as it would break her.

Maka: Oh please! As if Soul yelling at me would "break" me! That's just…I can't even think of the word for how stupid that is!

Soul watched Maka. Her head was doen and her hands were in fists. Soul started to calm down she was on his side now.

'Get out' she whispered.

'What?' Soul asked

'Stewart was with me the whole entire time last night, he didn't movie out of my sight. How dare you. HOIW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT STEWART LIKE THAT! In fact what is gotten into you!'

'God DAM IT MAKA! STEWART IS USING YOU!'

It happened fast a quick slap to the cheek that the apartment was silenced in. Soul was looking down at the ground absorbing the blow which he had been given by his partner.

Maka: …*hits head repeatedly on tray*

Crona: …*pats Maka's back*

'Get out' Maka demanded with clench teeth her voice full of hatred.

Soul looked at his partner in disbelief.

'Maka I..'

'I said GET OUT! I"VE HAD IT WITH YOU! I REFUSE TO BE YOUR PARTNER ANYMORE DO YOU HEAR ME! Stewarts right I am better off without you.'

Soul stared in disbelief at his partner, was this the end? He was crushed, hurt and shocked as he never thought Maka would say those words.

Maka: That's because I wouldn't say that. Ever.

'Maka..' Soul began but Maka cut him off.

'You're worthless, I could easily chose another partner and it would take me only a few seconds to make them a death weapon. Can't you see your holding me back! Your family is right! your worthless, you should just jump in a hole an die, no one will care! In fact I can see the title on the news paper Wes's Brother dies!' Maka stated with clench teeth Soul looked at her with wide eyes anger consuming him.

Maka: That doesn't make any sense! I never even knew Soul had problems with his brother until today!

Soul: …

Maka: *nudges Soul* And for what it's worth, I don't care that you didn't tell me. We all have our problems to work out, I get that. You have your own way of dealing with things, and that's fine with me.

Soul: …yeah. Thanks.

Maka: What are friends for?

'you know that's not true.' He murmured in anger

'WHAT! Oh it is Soul, it's very true. Can't you see no one cares about you! Isn't that why they say oh its Wes's brother! Isn't that why all the attention is on your brother. Hell in fact I love your brother more than you. And I haven't even met the guy! She screeched

Maka: …I don't need to point out how stupid that statement was, do I?

Soul: Nope.

Crona: Uh-uh.

Maka: I thought not.

In anger Soul started to storm off towards his room but Maka stopped him in his tracks.

' This isn't your room remember? I am kicking you out!' She shrieked

'just leave me alone' Soul stated in a bitter tone, crushed by Maka's words and kept on walking though Maka grabbed his shoulders and pushed him towards a wall.

'I'm not finished!' Maka hissed

'You're just angry. Wait till you calm down and then talk to me, you're not thinking clearly.'

Maka: Oh, gee, what tipped you off?

Soul: I'm still convinced Stewart drugged them or something…

Soul murmured and pushed Maka away and continued to walk to his room.

'I hate you.' Maka declared

Soul froze and turned to see Maka looking at him with absolute hatred.

'Maka..'

'No I hate you. I HATE YOU NOW GET THE HELL OUT! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN DO YOU HEAR ME! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!' Maka screeched and Soul was pushed out into the apartment hallway with the door slammed behind him.

Maka: *stands up* You are the worst kind of friend EVER! This is Soul we're talking about! If he says that there's something wrong, then there's something wrong! What possible reason would he have to lie? This author clearly has absolutely no idea who I am, because I would never let some boy come between me and my friends! Go and burn yourself, you worthless HACK!

Soul: …damn.

Crona: …yeah…

Soul fell to the ground absorbing the fight that had just taken place

I refuse to be your partner, You're worthless, , I could easily chose another partner and it would take me only a few seconds to make them a death weapon, no one cares about you. I can see the title on the news paper Wes's Brother dies

In anger Soul ran to his bike and drove off. He didn't know where he was going but hell he didn't care. No matter how much he yelled her voice still projected around his mind.

Your family is right! your worthless, Can't you see no one cares about you, Hell in fact I love your brother more than you. And I haven't even met the guy.

And those two words that crushed Soul's whole being.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

Crona: …that's more than two words…and I don't just mean because it's repeated over and over…

Those three words being repeated over and over again like an old record. In desperation Soul fought the tears and tried to focus on his driving, finally after almost smashing into a building he pulled over. He looked around. Hell he didn't know where he was but he knew he was out of Subition. He sighed.

I should at least collect my stuff he thought soberly

Soul: Hey, you could try going without. I always wondered what that "wandering the earth" thing was like.

Maka: So you're saying you want to be a hobo?

Soul: I could survive on my pure coolness.

Maka: …*looks at Crona* Did that sound familiar to you too, or was that just me?

Crona: No, I got that feeling too…

and slowly turned the bike around, he started driving back but then BANG!

Soul was thrown off his bike and yelped as he hit the pavement.

'Wow. What an easy fight. And I was expecting more from the famous Soul Eater.' A woman's voice stated.

Soul's eyes widened he knew that voice. No matter how much his body protested, Soul hazily looked up at his enemy. There flew Medusa hovering above him.

Soul: And this is why you never think "my day just cannot get worse".

Maka: Murphy sucks.

'Medusa' Soul spat in hatred.

'My, my what's wrong sweetie? You look like you have been crying. Has something happened between you and Maka?' Medusa teased.

Soul: …what did she just call me?

Crona: …oh dear God no no noooooooo…

'Shut Up!' Soul hissed trying to ignore Maka's words floating in his head.

you're so, so selfish

'Well I have seen her around a new boy and he is quite the attraction. Has she finally given up on you?'

Crona: *shudders* This is just so wrong…

'I said SHUT UP!' Soul yelled drawing out a blade and leaping towards Medusa.

As Soul charged Medusa quickly moved his blade aside and aimed electricity at Souls stomach, sending him flying backwards.

You're worthless, I could easily chose another partner and it would take me only a few seconds to make them a death weapon

Half sobbing Soul yelled and charged again, though she kept blocking his attacks. Finally she leaped on Soul and the two found themselves rolling on the ground. Medusa finally won as she pegged him to the ground. All of a sudden Soul felt things crawling through his body.

Soul: AGH! *shivers* Oh GOD, I can practically feel them now!

Maka: No, that's just your skin crawling…and I think I know the feeling.

Crona: Likewise…

He yelled in agony as Medusa laughed.

'Snakes are such a delight aren't they?' She mused.

Soul: …did I just get tentacle raped by Medusa…?

Crona: …I feel sick…

Soul: Likewise…

Maka: Right there with both of you…

you should just jump in a hole an die, no one will care! In fact I can see the title on the news paper Wes's Brother dies!'

Medusa let go and Soul turned on his side and shuddered. No matter how much his body screamed in protest Soul started to stand up.

'You're emotions make you reckless Soul. It's your weakness' Medusa stated 'Face it Maka doesn't want you anymore. She hates you remember?'

Soul froze.

I hate you. I HATE YOU NOW GET THE HELL OUT! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN DO YOU HEAR ME! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!'

Soul sank to his knees, giving in to his body's cries. Medusa quickly grabbed his hair so they were looking face to face.

'No one wants you Soul, so why don't you join me?' Medusa purred fluttering her lashes at him.

Soul: Dear God, why?

Crona: *curls up, shuddering*

Can't you see no one cares about you! Hell in fact I love your brother more than you. And I haven't even met the guy!

'Over my dead body!' Soul hissed in clench teeth fighting the tears.

Medusa's face hardened and all of a sudden Soul felt a blade slicing down his scar. Soul yelled in agony as the blade dug deep into his scar. Suddenly she stopped. Soul became limp as darkness consumed him, he heard Medusa chuckle as she stated.

'You're mine now.'

Soul: I'm seriously considering taking up drinking after this…

Maka: …are you even of age?

Soul: At this point, does it matter?

It had been exactly a month since Maka and Soul fought, and Maka wondered why they still weren't talking.

Maka: …I…you…ah…

Soul: …dude, I think Maka's broken.

Crona: *pokes Maka* Maka…? Maka, what happened…?

Soul: I think the sheer stupidity of that last sentence shut down her brain.

Maka: Don't know why…why they aren't…you…

Soul: Yep, it's the stupidity.

Later that week Soul had in fact packed his bags, called her a bitch and stormed off. Actually whenever she tried to talk to Soul he would insult her thus another fight would break out between the two. Sadly Maka came to realize that she hated her old partner and the decision officially came to the conclusion that Stewart and her were becoming partners.

Maka: …why are they acting like it isn't her fault…?

Crona: I blame the OC…

'Hi Maka.'

Maka turned to find Death the Kid standing before her with Liz and Paddy.

'oh… hey guys' Maka cheered smiling until her eyes locked onto Souls.

He was standing in front of his locker looking around the hallway until his eyes met with Maka's. Soul responded by giving her a look of disgust and stormed off, leaving Maka frowning.

'hmm… Soul has not been acting himself now has he?' Kid stated watching the sythe storming down the hall way.

'Yeah, he has turned into a total dick.' Liz replied following Kids gaze

Maka quickly turned from her glance.

'Oh who cares about that idiot.' Maka spat in disgust.

Maka: It's because you threw him out of our apartment you fucking stupid whore!

Soul: Oh, there she is!

Crona: I was getting worried…

'I can understand Soul being upset by the situation, but he has been acting very odd.' Kid thought.

'You Guys!'

The four friends turned to find Stewart embracing Maka and kissing her on the cheek.

Crona: *twitch*

Maka busted into hysterics

Maka: If by that, you mean that I freaked out because some Gary Stu had the balls to actually kiss me, only for me to then put a hole in his chest with my fist, then OK, I'd buy that!

until she saw Kids face she froze. Kid was looking down at the floor in full concentration, his eyes dead serious and a frown of confusion found in his face. Maka had never seen him this serious since he questioned his own father.

'Err Kid?' Stewart asked

Kid realising he was with people, looked up, and smiled.

'Oh yes. Will you two please excuse us. Liz, Patti' Kid motioned as he walked off.

Paddy followed off behind him as Liz gave Maka the face his in one of his moments,

Soul: Again with the oddly specific looks…only in a different fic this time.

gave a quick wave goodbye and ran off to Paddy, leaving Maka in bewilderment and Stewart sweating.

After spending lunch with Stewart, Maka found herself walking to Deaths office.

'Lord death you wanted to see me?' Maka asked walking into the room but froze. There stood Tzubaki, Blackstar and him on the other side of the room arms crossed and leaning on the wall.

Crona: "Him"? Him who?

The two made eye contact which ended with Soul snorting and Maka clenching her teeth.

Crona: Oh…that him…

Maka: Was that supposed to be dramatic?

'Ah miester Maka please join us. We were just discussing how you how you want a new partner. Is that right?' Lord death greeted.

'Yes lord death that is correct.' Maka answered refusing to look at Soul.

'And you are fine with this Soul?' Lord death asked.

'Like I give a dam. In fact I will be grateful that I don't have to work with that bitch anymore.' Soul spat.

'SOUL!" Tzubaki cried

'What's got in to you? You've been acting like a real jerk lately.' Blackstar asked looking at the weapon in disbelief.

Maka: *hits head repeatedly on tray* Rrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

Crona: …*pats Maka's back*

'Oh shut up. You idiot like you can talk. Lets face it the only jerk around here is you. You and your high and mighty act. We all know its face and that you feel so insecure about yourself that you state huge lies. As if anyone looks up to you as if anyone calls you a hero. Your nothing but a loser.' Soul spat in disgust.

Soul: I'd comment on how that was harsh or something, but Black*Star would just laugh that shit off. And then punch the guy in the face. …hint, hint.

'THAT'S IT I"VE HAD IT!' Blackstar bellowed about to tackle Soul but Kid beat him to it.

Soul was slammed into a wall with Kid standing in front holding his weapons Liz and Paddy to Souls stomach.

'KID! STOP!' Spirit cried but Stein interrupted him.

'It's ok Spirit he is with me.' He stated now walking towards Kid and Soul.

Maka: And that makes it OK? I mean, I know Professor Stein has a lot of power and all, but how is that an excuse?

'Where's Soul?' Kid hissed between clench teeth

'I don't know what you're talking about' Soul mused

Kid raised Liz and Paddy closer making Soul shiver.

'WHAT ARE YOU DOING!' Maka shrieked in disbelief of what she was seeing.

'Soul where is he! Tell Me NOW!' Kid horsed becoming impatient.

All of a sudden an evil smile came across Soul's face as he gave an evil chuckle sending the hairs on Maka's back to stand up, she shuddered.

'Kid what are you talking about? That is Soul' Blackstar asked confused at the scene that was taking place.

Soul: I'm pretty sure that that evil laugh explained that that wasn't me.

Maka: …Black*Star's an idiot in this one too, isn't he?

Crona: Looks that way…

Maka: Honestly, I'm starting to feel a bit sorry for Black*Star now. He's not stupid, he's just…he's…well…

Crona: …he's Black*Star?

Maka: Yeah…

Kid sighed and of Paddy.

All: …huh?

Soul screamed and to Maka's shock he started to change shape.

Soul: Oh, he shot him.

Soul started to shrink and his hair became darker, then what stood in front of them was a brown eyed, brown haired, shaggy boy laughing hysterically.

Crona: *screams* There's another…another…another…*faints*

Maka: AH! Crona! *starts shaking Crona* Come on, wake up! It's just an extra!

Soul: …what the hell have I gotten myself into…?

'Does that answer your question' Kid hissed 'Now WHERE IS HE!'

'Who' the kid laughed.

'I am becoming impatient you little brat..' Kid hissed until Stein interrupted. Without one single word Stein placed a hand on the kids face and closed his eyes. The kids eyes widened in horror as he started to scream, finally Stein let go.

Maka: …the hell? Does Stein suddenly have mind powers now or something?

Soul: Weren't you busy reviving Crona?

Maka: Oh! Right! *shakes Crona* Crona, come on! He's probably just a plot device for this chapter alone!

Crona: *unconscious*

'I think you should tell us where our friend is. Or would you like me to perform that task again?' Stein asked fixing the screw on the side of his head.

The kid looked at Stein in horror, he shook his head and scrunched his eyes not wanting to look at the man. Stein sighed and replaced his hand on the kid's head.

'NO! STOP! I"LL TELL! I"LL TELL!' the boy shrieked and broke down sobbing.

'Well are you going to tell, because my friends are becoming impatient?' Stein asked glancing at the agreed Kid and Black star who had now joined the scene placing Tzubaki's blade next to the kids throat. The kid looked at the three and finally gave in to defeat, he lowered his head.

Soul: Yet again, Stein is our teacher. Stop acting like he's our age. It's getting really creepy.

'He is with Medusa.'

Maka's eyes widened in disbelief as dread consumed her.

'W-what!' Stein cried

'Medusa wanted that pathetic blade, so we were sent here.' The boy stated.

He glanced at Maka and chuckled. 'The plan was so simple, take everything away from Soul, his reputation, his friends and his partner.' The boy chuckled.

'Why does Medusa want Soul!' Stein demanded

'What else? A strong weapon, the black blood in his blood… A perfect body for a Kieshin.' The kid mused as a twisted smile grew upon his face.

Crona: *wakes up* Wait, what…?

Maka: …that's what got you up?

Crona: Th-That doesn't make any sense! I mean…when does this…how did…*points at self* Hello…?

Soul: …you do realize you just pretty much said that you want to be in this fic, right?

Crona: …*head meets tray*

Maka: *sighs, hugs Crona* Did you really have to do that, Soul?

Soul: Well, it's true…

'What do you mean by we' Kid asked

The kid laughed ' surely Soul told you. In fact I think he told everybody that he didn't trust that guy.'

Maka's eyes widened as Soul's words came rushing through her head.

That guy is always hiding behind alleyways…Maka I don't trust this guy,… Trust me Maka he isn't a good guy…, I overheard part of Stewarts conversation. He is planning something Maka. I think he is working with a witch…, He is using you Maka.

Maka fell to her knees, as realization started to kick in.

No this can't be happening!.. Stewart no please God! Please make this untrue Maka pleaded.

I REFUSE TO BE YOUR PARTNER ANYMORE DO YOU HEAR ME!.. Your family is right! your worthless, you should just jump in a hole an die, no one will care… Can't you see no one cares about you! Isn't that why they say 'oh its Wes's brother!'.. Hell in fact I love your brother more than you,and I haven't even met the guy!.. I hate you. I HATE YOU NOW GET THE HELL OUT! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN DO YOU HEAR ME! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!'

Tears fell down Maka's cheaks as her hurtful words were being repeated over and over again. Soul was right all along, he was trying to warn her, to protect her but she didn't trust him. She abused him and he was suffering because of it. She mistrusted him. Guilt changed to pure hatred as she remembered who was the reason that Maka didn't trust Soul. Stewart.

Maka: Oh no you don't! You don't get to pass this off on to someone else, bitch! Even if it is a worthless OC, you were stupid enough to fall for him and abandon one of your best friends! This is all on you!

'STEWART!' Maka screeched as she ran down the school corridor in rage trying to find the traitor. She couldn't believe it. How could she? Someone who she thought adored her , treasured her and had a special relationship with. Was it all a trick? Maka didn't care she just wanted the truth. Tears started to fall down Maka's cheeks and finally bursted into hysterics, shuddering and crying desperately trying to reach the apartment.

Crona: …*shaking with anger*

Soul: …this is getting ridiculous. First Maka gets turned into a stalker, and now she gets turned into a blubbering 50's female stereotype. Do these people even try to make her likeable?

As she finally reached the apartment building she slumped onto the building wall trying to control her crying.

'Soul.' She mumbled giving into defeat .

All of a sudden she heard a clinking noise from her apartment. Maka looked up just to catch a glimpse of a man and a jacket. She knew who's jacket it was.

'Stewart' she growled running up to her apartment as she pushed the door violently open there he stood. Stewart, bags packet, the apartment half empty, looking at Maka will dull eyes.

'Ah so you have heard.' He stated in a mellow tone

'How dare you!' She shrieked.

In full rage Maka threw a punch though to her surprise Stewart grabbed the blow, twisting her arm behind her back slamming her body against a wall.

Maka: Oh, are you shitting me? I throw one punch and that's it? Just…why do people make me so pathetic?

Crona: Oh, I'll be sure to ask that when I find them…after I get…acquainted with them…

'Do you want to know how I did it?' Stewart sneered.

Maka twisted her body trying to wiggle out of the hold but Stewart pushed her arm higher slamming her body against the floor.

'I thought this would be a challenge. Here I was horrified to think I had to win the heart of Maka Albarn and not only that, split the great Soul Eater from partnership. I trembled at the thought, but, no one disobeys Medusa, oh no. No one dares to do that, luckily she has a potion.'

Maka's eyes widened as he leaned closer, she shuddered feeling his breath on her neck.

'Oh please, did you really think humans eyes could be so seductive? It was very easy to win your heart. All I had to do was act nice and make you stare into my eyes. I had everyone. Everyone. Even Lord Death. I had all of them wrapped around my fingers, apart from one.' Stewart chuckled sending chills down Maka's spine.

All: …wait, WHAT?

'It's funny how the bait never follows the trap.'

In anger Maka struggled harder when all of a sudden she heard a crack, she screamed in agony as Stewart chuckled.

'And of course the Great Soul Eater did not just let me off that easy, he knew something was going on. After all he did tell you I was acting suspicious and couldn't be trusted. In fact he told everyone and no one listened not even his own partner who even said she hated him. It's funny how anger scented candles can put people on edge.'

Maka started to cry.

'Oh please. You surely didn't think I loved you. I slipped love potion in a few of your drink to make sure you were obsessed with me. Soul caught on quickly though, didn't he say that I was using you and he was right. It's funny how karma works, first you break his heart and now I break yours.'

Soul: …so, let's just recap real quick here: Gary Stu got his Gary Stuness from love potions powerful enough to fool Death itself, and "anger scented candles"?

Maka: That has got to be the most asinine excuse for a Gary Stu I've ever heard! Mind-controlling love potions? Candles that magically make people angry? Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he just added this stuff halfway through the story because people were saying he made a Stu! I mean, how does he even know-

Crona: Actually…witches do use love potions…

Maka: …they do?

Soul: What makes you so sure?

Crona: *looks down*…well…who would sleep with her willingly, right…?

Maka: …*hugs Crona*

Soul: …Crona…

Stewart lifted Maka back onto the wall lifting her arm higher until she screamed. Quickly he let go and flipped her slamming her arms above her head so they were face to face.

'That my dear darling is nothing compared to what your beloved Soul is feeling right now, and he has been feeling like that for a whole month, after all he would never disobey the academy. Medusa became rusty over the years but it's good to see her back to her old self, in fact it's amazing how much that boy can scream.'

All of a sudden the door busted open to reveal Blackstar, Kid, their weapons, Stein and Spirit.

'MAKA!' Kid cried

Stewart pushed Maka into the gang and in a second he disappeared.

'SOUL!' Maka creamed running down the hallway ignoring the cries from her companions. Maka ran down the street when suddenly she was lifted into the air.

'NO! let me go! SOUL!' Maka screamed in hysterics, kicking, punching trying anything to get out of the grasp.

'Maka calm down!' Spirit stated trying to keep hold of the flighty girl.

'You don't understand their killing him!' She shrieked

Maka kept on struggling until she finally gave in and began to cry. Her father picked her up as if she was five and walked slowly back to the apartment.

Maka: *sighs* Great, I'm relying on "daddy dearest" in this fic too…

'It's ok Maka everything is going to be fine daddy will make sure of it.'

Maka: …yeah, buckets would be pretty good for situations like this.

Spirit opened the door to find to find Tsubaki trying to calm down Blackstar, Kid Liz and Paddy sitting on the ground in defeat and Stein examining the burnt marks on the carpet.

'he had opened a portal. He was planning on leaving days ago.' Stein stated

'That fucking bastard is gonna pay!' Blackstar growled laying off a punch dinting the wall.

Crona: …um…wasn't the rating for this K+?

Stein stood up and slowly walked over to Maka to analyse her arm who was being comforted by the girls.

'It appears to be dislocated but nothing more than what medicine can fix' Stein stating trying to comfort the girl.

Soul: Oh, I wasn't aware they made a special medicine that magically repaired dislocated arms.

Maka stared at the ground. She was hoping, begging that this was all a joke. She prayed to see Soul and Stewart burst out of Soul's room laughing hysterically, but no matter how hard she looked at the door no one came out. Maka finally gave in and felt a light touch on her shoulder. Maka looked up to find Tsubaki's sober face.

'Maka, Stein wants us all to stay at the Academy tonight and I was wondering if you will accept the invitation?' Tsubaki asked

Maka looked at the door once more and with no movement nodded. Tsubaki put on a brave smile.

'Come on lets pack.'

Maka: Poor excuse for a sleepover.

Crona: …a what?

Maka: Oh, it's where a bunch of friends stay over at one person's house overnight.

Crona: …why?

Maka: …why not?

Soul: Well gee, when you use logic like that…

Maka hadn't slept at all that night. She sighed her head pressed on a pillow. How could she sleep? All Maka could think about was the fight that had commenced between her and Soul. HIS face, full of hurt as her words cut deep like daggers. Maka didn't know much about Soul's family, though he let her in, he had trusted her and she abused it.

Maka: I'd still like to know how she found that out…

Not only did she crush him with his family but also stated that she hated him, how could she be so naive? 'Its amazing how much that boy can scream.' Maka was terrified of what Medusa was doing to Soul, horrifying thoughts entered Maka's mind as images played through her thoughts of what he may be going through. Why hadn't she taken his advice? She should of calmed down, realised what she was saying, then she would of never kicked him out and Soul would remain right here next to her. Wouldn't he? No. Maka always had to win, she knew, if she hadn't kicked Soul out than about an hour later he would of stormed off, left', had it and Medusa would grasp him either way.

Soul: *singing* Wrong wrong wrong wrong! Wrong wrong wrong wrong! You're wrong! You're wrong! You're wroooooooong!

A tear slid down her cheek. Maka hadn't talked to anyone, she just stared and watched Tsubaki pack her clothes. She felt numb and empty blaming herself for the cause. As the two girls reached the academy a room was filled with mattresses placed everywhere, but this time Kid didn't have a breakdown that the mattresses were not in symmetrical form.

Maka: Well, how do you like that? The one time a fic specifically mentions that Kid isn't obsessing over symmetry, and it's in a situation where he easily would.

Crona: Why do people who don't know us at all try to write about us…?

'Blackstar are you ok?' Kids voice echoed around the room. Obviously he wasn't sleeping either.

'I'm firkin pissed off! 100 times I have tried to break out of this stupid room and Sid always seems to find me! FUCKING MEDUSA '

Crona: Again, isn't the rating a little low for that…?

Blacstars rough voice replied, he sighed 'I just don't understand why Stein wanted us to sleep here tonight.'

There was a long pause.

'Is Maka asleep?' Kid asked

'I think so. It took her a while but I think she is resting now out of pure exhaustion' Tsubaki's sober voice replied.

Crona: And why does this keep referring to Tsubaki's voice as "sober"…?

Maka: Maybe she can somehow counteract the effects of alcohol?

Soul: That'd be convenient…especially when I start my drinking habit…

Maka: Soul, seriously, if you start drinking, you're gonna wake up in the morning with a bottle where it hurts the most.

Soul: …party pooper.

'Poor Maka' Liz stated

'Good. To my understanding Stein wanted us to stay here for the night to comfort one and another, especially Maka. Probably after seeing us play basket ball the other day.'

Soul: …let me guess, people assume we do that all the time, don't they?

Maka: First time I've seen it referenced, but I'm guessing yes…

'But no matter how tough the mission was, Stein never placed us in a room together for comfort before so why now?' Blackstar asked

' That's what I am afraid of. Didn't you see the state of Maka after we got to the apartment. She was hysterical. Obviously Stewart had a little chat with her before leaving. In fact if Stein didn't order us to stay in this room I would of moved in just to make sure she wouldn't do anything stupid.' Kid stated

'We all would' Tsubaki comforted

'Stein very well knows what Medusa is capable of and from the order of us to stay here tonight I am afraid that Soul's condition may not be well.'

Soul: No, really? "May not be well"? Whatever gave you that idea? I mean, yeah, I'm feeling a bit ill after I was basically tentacle raped and captured by the one villain we fight who just won't go away!

'Poor Soul' Paddy murmured

Maka: Thank you for that understatement, Patty's Irish cousin.

All of a sudden a growl echoed around the room from Blackstar and a loud crash followed. In fear Maka jumped out of bed to reveal three beds toppled over one and another with Kid, Liz and Paddy collapsed on the floor tangled in their own body's their faces full of shock. Blackstar was found on the opposing side crouched down is fury.

'BLACKSTAR!' Tsubaki cried

'Medusa is gonna wish she was never born when I'm finished with her' Blackstar growled

'You're angry with Medusa so you KNOCK US OVER! WHAT THE HELL BLACKSTAR!' Liz shrieked leading her sister into laughter.

Maka: …oooooookay…

Maka slowly found the dread disappearing out of her stomach, a smile stretched across her face and finally she started laughing. As she fell to the floor she looked up to find the lost faces of her companions, thus making her laugh harder. Tear started to form in her eyes and soon she found herself sobbing.

Tsubaki was the first one there and grasped Maka in a tight hug cradling her, followed by the gang. Maka cried, she cried hard and loud in the middle of the group hug until she couldn't cry no more from pure exhaustion slowly her eyes started to close as Maka fell in a deep sleep hearing the whispering comfort from her friends.

'Don't worry we will get him back'

Crona: …*hugs Maka*

Maka: Eh?

Crona: I-I just thought i-it was a g-good idea…

Soul: *hugs Maka*

Maka: S-Soul! What the hell?

Soul: What? He said it was a good idea.

Maka: Do you always listen to what he says? Besides, cool guys can't get hugs but they can give them?

Soul: I won't tell anyone if you won't.

Maka: …*sigh* Boys…

'Yeah its Soul were talking about, it takes a lot to bring him down.'

Maka woke up to a light hand on her shoulder. She opened her eyes to reveal a happy Blackstar, his face too close to hers.

'HEY MAKA! GUESS WHAT ITS TIME TO LEAVE!WOOHOOO!' Blackstar cheered lifting Maka over his shoulders spinning her around.

'AHHHHH BLACKSTAR' Maka's croaky voice cried.

Maka: What is with everyone in this fic and invading my personal space?

'BLACKSTAR PUT HER DOWN!' Liz screamed

Slowly Blackstar placed Maka back on the mattress.

'We are we going?' Maka asked watching her friends pack.

'Sorry Maka you just looked so peaceful , we wanted you to sleep in. Earlier Lord Death organised a meeting. We are going to get Soul back.' Tsubaki stated

Maka: Oh, yeah, then by all means, let me sleep in! It's not like this is important or anything!

'How early?' Maka asked

'Round seven thirty'

'And what is the time now?'

'Five in the afternoon.'

'Well tell me the plans!' Maka pleaded

Soul I am coming for you

Soul: *twirls finger* Whoopee.

Hi everyone!

Maka: Oh, I was wondering when we'd get one of these.

I would just like to say THANKYOU so much for reading my story I really appreciate it and yes please do place any ideas u would like in the story and I will try and put them into my story.

Soul: Yeah, getting ideas from the people who read your crap and think it's good is always a solid plan.

U GUYS ARE AWESOME!

Soul: In comparison to you? Absolutely.

Medusa was annoyed. Frustrated to be exact. Not only had she had to drug Soul as Stewart plainly arrived in sight but the news he brought along.

They know

Medusa sighed walking down the corridor. To her surprise Soul was stronger than she anticipated. Too strong for her liking. She had tried many things, whipping, drowning, all her mind games yet he would refuse. It was her daggers that would make him scream. She would have to go a step further.

Crona: …this isn't going to be good…

Medusa opened the door. There he was collapsed on the floor not moving, his bloody back towards her. Slowly as she moved he seemed to curl up in a tight ball, finally deciding to get away from her, she watched Soul sliding his body against the floor. Medusa grabbed his leg, flipped him and dragged his scared, brused back on the floor. She watched as he clenched his teeth in pain trying not to show it on his face. She sighed and poured a glass full of wisky that she was hoping to drink. He yelped. Desperate he produced a blade near his knee making Medusa let go of him instantly. Slowly with the little strength he had, Soul weakly crawled away. In fury Medusa grabbed his ankle making him slide underneath her. Medusa pegged him down with arrows her stern face absorbing his.

Soul: …well, that's just plain ol' fucked up…

Maka: …I'm gonna miss sleeping…

Crona: It's not so bad once you get used to it…

'How did you sleep darling?' Medusa purred tracing her finger down his face.

Soul: *shudder*

He flinched.

'I'm not your darling.'

Medusa face hardened. He was being uncooperative. A small smile came across her face. She had been saving her plan for later purposes but out of pressure and losing time she would have to use it now.

'Still in denial I see. You still think they are coming after you? Why? Tell me Soul, why would they come? What is their reason? It's been a month already. If they were going to save you wouldn't they have arrived earlier?' Medusa asked.

She smiled, it was working, she had him. She watched as his angered face turned into pain and sorrow, he became limp in her grasp, his eyes looking down wards, not making eye contact. Maybe this was her chance?

'They don't want you Soul, remember? Even your own meister, partner, best friends hates you. That's why they haven't come. You are worthless to them. They all hate you.'

Soul's eyes became wider as Medusa's words absorbed through his mind.

'Though who could blame them, her. You're worthless.' Medusa purred lying on top of Soul her lips right next to his ear.

Soul: Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, UGH.

'They all hate you. People who are hated have to stick together. Join me Soul, join me and I promise all the hurt you feel will end. The pain will stop. I promise'

Soul clenched his eyes and turned away from her. A simple word he croaked.

'no'

In anger Medusa grabbed his chin forcefully so he looked her right in the eye.

'Why?' she hissed

He responded 'Rachael.'

Medusa became agitated she was losing the game.

Soul: …who's Rachael?

Maka: I dunno, but it sounds familiar…

Crona: Wait…I think that was the name of the little girl she possessed…

Soul: …but…wouldn't that mean…

Maka: That she's still possessing her?

All: …*horrified screams*

Maka: OhGodohGodohGodohGodOHGOD!

Soul: I need a bucket, and I need it NOW!

Crona: The images…I can't get the images out of my head!

'I am not going to hurt innocent people, or Maka, or Stein or Death. I am not going to place innocent people in harm. I am not working for a shit like you.' Soul spoke

Medusa quickly stood up. This wasn't good. She waved her hand and before her a chain danced around her arm. She flicked it and the chain swirled around Soul before attaching itself to his neck.

'Come mutt.' She commanded pull her finger towards her. In a flash Soul was dragged to her feet before collapsing to the floor coughing and splattering holding the chain around his neck. She lifted her arm up in the response the chain started to fly to the ceiling dragging Soul to a standing position. She finally stopped when he feet were just touching the ground. She lifted her right hand and a black snake crawled down her towards her wrist, transforming into a whip.

Soul: You have got to be kidding me…

'Do you like her? She's called the typan'

Crona: …the what?

Maka: I don't know and I don't want to know.

Medusa purred watching soul grasping the chains to prevent him from choking.

'Do you want to know why she is called that? Because she bites' She mused lifting the ends of the whip that contained tine sharp blades. She laughed as Soul's eyes widened as she danced to position.

CRACK

Soul: …please tell me we're done…

Crona: One more chapter…

Soul: *groan*

'Stein?' Maka asked as she watched her teacher packing certain equipment into bags.

'Yes Maka?'

'I want to come along…I want to get stronger.'

Stein stiffened and finally sighed twisting the screw in his head.

'I thought this would happen.' Stein stated

'I am Soul's partner so he is my responsibility.' Maka replied dryly

Maka: "Dryly"? Oh, yeah, that makes me sound real concerned about him!

'and I am quite capable of attending a mission without a weap…'

'I know Maka' Stein interrupted 'but I am afraid that you might not like what you see and I can't let you fall into misery letting your guard drop, we are planning to enter the enemies den remember.'

Maka: OK, even if I hadn't just seen what was going on…"might not like"? To quote these guys, gee, you think?

Maka's fists tightened. Its amazing how much that boy can scream. She wanted to kill Stewart.

Crona: She's definitely not alone there…

'Although' Stein interrupted her thoughts 'Soul might need you there, after all you two are quite close, but, you will still need a weapon and I am afraid you won't like what I have to offer.'

'I don't care I will take on anything!' Maka pleaded.

'Well then let's go ask your father.'

Maka: *facepalm* Great…

Spirit gapped at Stein, his mouth widely agape and eyes about to pop out of their sockets. Stein sighed as Spirit finally caught up with his mind.

'A-are you sure?' Maka's father stuttered still in complete shock.

'Yes I am quite certain. You are the only weapon that matches similar towards Maka's soul wavelength. Now before you start dancing and prancing around singing in joy why don't you save your energy for training.?' Stein asked freezing Spirit in his tracks.

'Training?' Spirit asked in confusion

'Yes, let's get starting shall we?' Stein stated opening the door for Maka to enter.

She loves me. My Maka loves me. SHE LOVES ME! Ok Spirit you are a death scythe remember, keep your cool. You want to show how cool you are then start acting like it! BUT SHE…

Soul: Well, at least he's in character.

Maka: Not exactly hard…

Spirit stopped his thoughts in his tracks at the sight of his daughter. She was looked rigid and stiff, her shoulders were slouched and dark rings hug underneath her eyes. Spirit had never seen his daughter so serious before. As Maka walked closer she held out her hand without saying a single word her eyes glancing on the floor. With caution Spirit slowly took her hand and transformed. He felt her. She had quite a familiar feel, like her mother's though it seemed to be hidden with her emotions. There was anger and a broken heart from Stewart, guilt and fear for Soul and the greatest feeling of determination to become stronger.

Crona: …I almost thought he finally understood Maka there…but considering she didn't act at all like that through this entire fic, this is clearly copied from somewhere just to make it seem like he knows what he's talking about.

'Quite impressive.' Stein smiled 'How does it feel Maka?'

'Its hot but nothing that can't be dealt with.'

'Good, now lets swing him around, shall we?'

They trained for the rest of the day, as Maka got used to using her new weapon and Stein became quite helpful giving her new tricks and pointers to improve her skill. Spirit transformed in the afternoon as Maka lay on the floor, sweaty and panting hard.

'Were done for today.' Stein stated

'NO!' Maka panted 'again!'

'No Maka we have had enough, now will you two excuse me I have some packing to consider.' Stein stated walking out of the room.

'It's ok Maka we did great today.' Spirit soothed giving out his hand.

Maka looked at the hand and started to cry.

OH GOD SHE HATES ME! But what did I do! IM SORRY MAKA! Spirit panicked as Maka slowly stood up.

Maka: See what I have to put up with…?

Soul: Yeeeeep.

Crona: Mhm…

Quickly she wiped her eyes with her sleeve, gave a fake smile and was heading for the door. Until Spirit stopped her.

'Come on its time to eat.' He sung

'I'm fine' Maka snapped brushing off her father's hand on her shoulder, like getting rid of a fly.

'No Maka you need to eat.' Spirit interjected.

'I said I was fine!' Maka snapped her voice raising a few bars as she stormed out of the room.

Suddenly she felt her arm being pulled back. Maka was about to yell until she saw the expression on her father's face.

'Now you listen to me Maka.' Spirit roused, like when she was little.

'If you are planning to go in the enemies den and kill yourself then you have the wrong thing coming. You said you wanted to get stronger, well there's no point in getting stronger when you not strong within the mind. If you like it or not I am still your father, you think you just have to be physically stronger? I can tell you from the mission you are planning on doing you need to be twice as strong within the mind, which is meaning you need a right attitude. If you are not planning to have the right attitude I refuse to be your partner and you might as well give up on Soul. '

Soul: Yeah, I think I'll translate for you folks at home: "Yeah, I'm a doofus, a complete moron, and a cheating bastard, but I'm still your father, which means you have to respect me while I tell you some fake help bullshit that won't really help you at all but sounds like it might, and blah blah blah."

Maka: …an excellent summation, Soul. Thank you.

Soul: My pleasure.

Maka glared at her father, finally she started to sob, she felt warm comforting hands wrap around her.

' Do you know why Stein let you come along with this mission? It wasn't to prove how strong you are or for to become stronger. Stein allowed you to come because Soul will need you. He is going to want you and need you to be there for him Maka, and by the way Stein has been stating Soul will be terribly hurt. Maka you need to be stronger in the mind so you can overcome your feelings and be there for him. That is why Stein allowed you to attend. Soul needs you.'Spirit comforted her hugging his daughter

Soul: Oh, wait, apparently he isn't done. "I'm gonna pretend that I know what your friend would want despite knowing nothing about him besides what my delusional overprotectiveness tells me, which is that he's a teenage boy and therefore wants into your pants, and also, more fake help bullshit, blah blah."

'Come on lets go eat, I don't think it will be a great reunion if Soul started yelling at you because you haven't eaten.' Spirit joked.

Maka smiled.

'I can hear him now.' Maka laughed

What do you mean you haven't eaten?.. DAM IT MAKA!

'Yes and it would not be nice to hear you two fighting the whole way back to the academy. Come on I know this really nice place for pasta.'

Maka: Quick question: what is everyone's fascination with me patching things up with my dad? I don't like my dad, I'm not about to start liking my dad, and no faux fatherly-advice routine or sad situation is going to change that!

/

The lights slowly came back on, and the trio stared at the screen in disbelief. None of them laid back, made any noises or any comments, or gave any acknowledgement that it was finally over. They simply sat in silence.

Finally, after a few long minutes, Crona quietly got to his feet. Without a word, he reached behind his back, and with a brief flash of black light, pulled Ragnarok the sword out from behind him.

He clenched his right arm with his left hand, spreading his legs and taking a fighting stance. He raised his sword behind him, ready to start swinging…only to stop when he felt a hand grasp onto his shoulder. He turned to look to his left to see Maka on her feet, a small smile on her face.

"Oh, no you don't." she ordered. "I'm not letting you have all the fun this time."

Crona blinked in confusion, while Maka turned to look at Soul. Grin widening on her face, she held out a hand to him.

"Feel like venting a little bit?"

Soul grinned. "Do I?"

A brilliant flash of blue light emanated from Soul as his form changed. He leapt into Maka's hand, nothing more than pure energy, before becoming something different entirely. Maka gripped the long black pole, that ended in the hilt with a red eye on it, that was connected to the long red-and-black curved blade.

Maka hoisted Soul Eater, Death Scythe, onto her shoulder and stared at the screen in front of her. She then turned to look at Crona, a determined smile on her face.

"Ready?"

Crona nodded, pointing Ragnarok at the screen.

The two turned, gave dual war cries, and leaped at the large white cloth.

Most of that moment from then on was a blur to Crona. He remembered cutting through the cloth. He remembered getting to the cameras and various wiring behind it. He remembered his wild slashes at the lengthy wires and jumping in surprise from the sparks that came out. He remembered laughing when Maka stomped on the camera over and over again, calling it nasty names while both Soul and Ragnarok cheered her on. It was just random, chaotic destruction, and as much as he hated to admit it, it was fun.

However, there was one moment that stuck out in particular.

It was when they first started hacking away at the screen. He had just swung at random, not putting any thought into his movements and just letting instinct guide him. Yet he stopped for a moment and watched Maka, and, like every time he watched her in action, he was in awe. Every move, every cut, every step, every spin, every swing, was made with care and forethought, almost making an art out of it. It was grace. It was beauty. It was everything Crona could use to describe Maka in action.

And yet he knew that it wasn't just Maka that made it work so well. He knew that if Maka and Soul weren't moving in perfect synch with the other, they would just be as wild and formless as he was. Their souls were in perfect alignment, as meister and weapon should be. He was calm and collected, and she was bold and courageous. Two halves of a whole. They completed each other.

Like they were made for each other… Crona bitterly thought. Not for the first time, most likely not for the last. And, once again, he wondered where he fit. He wondered how he could come between the two of them, or if he could at all. He wondered if, perhaps, he never had a chance at all.

"I would never let some boy come between me and my friends!"

That one sentence resurfaced in Crona's mind almost instantly, and it was enough to bring his spirits back up. Whatever the scenario, whether it was him or Soul…he knew that she wouldn't leave him behind, not ever. And so, before Maka noticed that Crona had stopped, he joined back in on the chaos.

Once they had finished, Soul lay on the floor of the theater, back in his human form, while Maka and Crona sat back-to-back beside him, all three tired from their antics. But none of them regretted their bit of catharsis, for it was exactly what they needed after what they had been through.

"So…" Soul breathed out. "What happens now?"

Maka rubbed some sweat off of her forehead. "Well…usually this is where we go over what we read and point out just what went wrong and why."

"So we say why these sucked such ridiculous amounts of ass?"

"Exactly."

Soul sighed. "Well, for starters, I'm not gay."

Maka started giggling, and Crona let out a chuckle or two, before continuing Soul's thought process. "Y-Yeah, we know that…but the story also messed up everyone's characters, and had virtually no plot outside of some random events…and when it tried to inject a plot, it just became a complete, confusing mess."

Maka nodded. "Exactly. And the other one had two OCs, one of which was nothing but a set-up to Soul being captured by Medusa for an idiotic reason. Everyone else acted like total idiots, and when the fic tried to explain why they were to cover the author's ass, it just fell apart. Not to mention the very Squicky possibility that Soul had a Medusa-possessed six-year-old-girl coming on to him…"

Soul shuddered, quickly putting a hand over his mouth. "Maka, please, I'm trying to keep my lunch where it's supposed to be…"

Maka gave another giggle, while Crona turned his head to the side to look at Maka. "But we're forgetting the most important part…"

Soul rolled over onto his stomach. "That's right…"

Maka frowned. "Which is?"

"You are not a Yandere." Crona muttered.

"Or a blubbering baby." Soul added.

Maka blinked, then smiled. "Oh yeah?" She then pointed at Soul. "Well, you are not a weak-willed, whiny child or a greedy attention whore."

She then looked back at Crona, nudging him with her elbow. "And you most certainly are not a coward."

Crona blushed at that, quickly turning away and facing forward. Soul got to his feet, stretching and giving a slight yawn.

"You know what? We need to do something…"

Maka smiled up at him, an idea popping up in her head. "We should have a sleepover!"

"…really, Maka?" Soul replied with an incredulous look.

"Oh, come on, Soul! Crona's never had one before!"

Crona blinked, looking back at Maka. "Y-You don't have to do that for me, Maka…"

"What? Are you saying you don't want to sleep over at our place?"

"W-Well, that's…that isn't what I…"

Soul sighed, already giving up. "Alright, alright. But can you not call it a "sleepover", Maka? We're not little kids anymore."

"Oh, whatever, Soul. So sorry I'm cramping your coolness by wanting to hang out with my friends overnight."

"Yes, yes, that's all me, alright." Soul sarcastically retorted as he walked by the two towards the stairs. "I'm all about cool and everything associated with it. Hence why I wear an open leather jacket and a hairband and why I gel my natural white hair every day."

"Great, glad we got that sorted out."

Soul rolled his eyes, turning back to look at the two of them. "You coming or what?"

"You go on ahead. We'll catch up in a minute."

Crona blinked. Why didn't that sound good?

Soul frowned, then shrugged. "Suit yourself. I'll meet you back at the apartment."

And with that, Soul turned and ascended the stairs, heading out the twin doors.

Crona started to get worried, but quickly calmed himself down. What could possibly be wrong? They had just excised their problems on the equipment around them, which he knew would be repaired by the next time he went. Maka was probably just tired, and wanted a few minutes to rest. Nothing to really worry about.

"Crona?"

"Mm?"

"I…I want to apologize…"

Crona froze. He definitely hadn't expected that. "A-Apologize…?"

"It's about what we've done the past couple of weeks…"

Crona blinked as he turned to look back at her. Why would she need to apologize for that?

"The truth is…I've been using you, Crona…"

"…using me…?"

"What happened to Soul today…what we went through, back then…I've been trying to avoid it as much as possible…I didn't want to think about it…"

Crona turned his body around, getting on his knees and looking at Maka's back.

"So…so I just hung around you…spending as much time with you as I could…I tried to justify it by saying that, since you went through the same thing, you would want to do this…but the truth is, I was just placating myself…"

Crona saw Maka's head lower, burying her face in her arms.

"I used you, Crona…I used you to distract myself, to make myself happy…rather than face the problem ahead of me, rather than try to actually deal with this…I got scared, Crona, and I hid behind you…"

Maka's head raised again, and when she spoke, her voice was very bitter.

"I guess that doesn't make me much better than her…does it?"

Crona froze, staring at Maka's back in disbelief. She didn't just…she didn't…she didn't really…

And before Crona knew what he was doing, his arms were wrapping around Maka's shoulders from behind, squeezing her tight as he buried his face in her back. Maka froze, shocked at the contact, surprised that Crona would even think of touching her after what she just said.

"C-Crona…?"

"Maka…please, Maka…don't ever say that again…"

Maka blinked in surprise, while Crona simply squeezed a little tighter and continued.

"You are better than her, Maka…you are so much better than her that you can't even be compared…you saved me from her, saved me from madness, again and again…I don't want to ever hear you compare yourself to her…"

"…Crona…"

"Y-You said that I made you happy…I'm glad for that, Maka…I really am…I don't care what your reasons were…I'm just glad I made you happy…"

"But…Crona, it was wrong of me to-"

"I don't care."

Maka blinked, surprised at the sudden firmness in Crona's voice.

"Maka…ever since we met, I've hid behind you…if you need to hide behind me…then I'll let you. I'll protect you this time. I…I want to protect you, if you need it…"

Without even realizing it, Maka's hands had moved up to grasp Crona's own.

"I don't care if I'm not strong like you, or brave like you…I can never be like you, Maka, I know that…I can't protect the world, or make everyone safe, or happy…but…if I can protect you…if I can make you happy…that's enough. That's all I want to do…"

Maka started to shake, and for the next few seconds, she focused everything on holding in the tears. Don't cry, Maka Albarn. Not after that. He shouldn't have to hear you cry after he just said that. He deserves better than that. Hold it. Hold it.

"…thank you…Crona…but…we should still talk about this…"

She felt Crona give her a gentle squeeze in reply.

"When you're ready, Maka…when you want to talk, I'll be here to listen…"

/

Epilogue

Crona stared at the ceiling of Maka's apartment, curled up in his sleeping bag, sleep not ready to take him just yet.

The promised sleepover had certainly been an entertaining end to what felt like the longest day of Crona's life. Both Maka and Soul appeared to be as tired as he was, yet they tried to entertain him and the others. And in between Black*Star's loud, awful attempts at karaoke, to Kid obsessively rearranging Maka's bookshelves every other hour, to Blair once again "accidentally" walking in the room naked, and everything else that happened, Crona could safely say that his first ever sleepover would be an experience he wouldn't soon forget.

And yet, despite being so incredibly tired, his mind just refused to take a break. Sure, things had been resolved between him and Soul, and there was the promise of him and Maka finally talking about the events at the theater, but there were still a few things on his mind. For one, there was still the worry that any one of his friends could be next in line to suffer at the hands of their host. Despite his vow to protect Maka at all costs, he didn't want any of them to get hurt either. Yet it seemed like there was nothing that could be done, that it was just a matter of time.

Make a room… That was the other thought that plagued Crona's mind. Where had that idea come from? How did he know that would help Soul? Was it their host again? Was it something else entirely? Crona thought that he could just answer that one question, maybe he could finally get some sleep.

Almost in response to his prayers, he heard a strange, yet familiar noise. But instead of it being that distinctive splortch, it was a low, quiet gurgling noise. And instead of something coming out of his back, he looked down as he felt Ragnarok slowly come out of Crona's chest, peeking his head out from under the sleeping back to look at Crona.

"Pssst. Hey. You're welcome, by the way." he whispered.

Crona frowned. "F-For what…?"

"For the little idea, numbnuts, Sheesh, you want to know where it came from, and I show up…put two and two together, for Christ's sake…"

Crona blinked. "Wait…th-that was you…?"

"Well, duh. I mean, where else would you get it? Frickin' Santa Claus?"

"But…but you didn't even pop out…"

"Didn't have to. I just whispered in your ear from inside. You just thought it just popped up in your head."

"But why not just come out and say it…?"

Ragnarok shrugged. "I dunno. It was pretty funny to see you worrying if you were crazy…again. So yeah, it was that."

"…but where'd you even get that idea…?"

"Well…" Ragnarok answered as he poked Crona's chest. "It's kinda like what we have. See, our minds are us. And your body is…like an apartment that we share. But I have my own room, which is my body. So we're the same, but separate too. That's how I got it."

Crona stared at Ragnarok. Sure, it seemed plausible that he'd come up with something, but that explanation was a little farfetched…still, it was the closest thing Crona had to an answer…

"Hey." Ragnarok whispered, jolting Crona out of his thoughts. "Don't you have something to say to me?"

Crona flustered a little, then looked to the side. "Th…thank you, Ragnarok…"

Ragnarok let out a low chuckle, then turned Crona's face to look at him. "Oh no, you're not getting off that easy. I just gave you your precious Maka's eternal gratitude for saving her partner's ass. You owe me big for this one."

He then crossed his arms as he slowly returned to Crona's body. "So the first thing tomorrow morning you're taking us to a nice bakery and buying me a cake! I've got a serious chocolate craving and you're gonna satisfy it."

"…why didn't you just get some while we were at the theater?"

"I didn't want it then. I do want it now."

With that, Ragnarok was gone, back in Crona's body.

Crona stared at the ceiling, processing what he was just told. Ragnarok had willingly helped him. Somehow, that was difficult to comprehend, yet not impossible. Ragnarok had pulled Crona out of bad situations before, but that was because he had something to gain from it, or because he would be in danger if he did nothing. So why help Crona now?

Crona sighed, turning to his side in his sleeping bag. It didn't matter. He had his answer, and he could stop thinking about it. He wasn't crazy, the host wasn't messing with him, it was just Ragnarok being Ragnarok. Nothing more to worry about.

However, just before he could finally drift off into Dreamland, one thing Ragnarok said resurfaced in his mind.

Maka's eternal gratitude…?

Crona rolled back onto his back, placing a hand over his face.

How am I supposed to deal with that?

No, sleep wasn't ready for him just yet.

/

O-K! That's all done! I'm actually pretty proud of that last bit there, and I hope you guys like it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

As always, questions and suggestions are wanted, nay, needed. Please, send them!

I'll see you all again in a few!