OK, our next guest star chapter is about to begin! As we've established by now, I'm a sick freak who loves breaking the minds of beloved characters, and I'm not about to stop any time soon. But am I the sick one for doing it, or are you the sick ones for reading it?
Oh snap, I just blew your freakin' minds!
Anywho, today's story comes recommended by The Magic Popsicle. I'd like to thank her for not only giving me one, but also for giving me one that's so blissfully short! Especially considering some of the longer ones I'm going to have to go through soon…
Also, for those of you who care, I tried to upload the fic to my DA account, but there's a text limit on that site, so no luck. However, I started providing author's commentary for each of the chapters. So if you're at all curious as to what I have to say in regards to my work, head on over to my journal via my profile page on here.
Now that that's all out of the way…
Showtime!
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If there was one thing Crona hated about guilt, it was how easily it came to him.
He had done many horrible things in his life, and he was always aware of it. He understood that, despite what others would say, he could never make up for what he'd done. Not fully, anyway. And it was because of that that it became almost too easy for Crona to shoulder the blame for anything that even remotely involved him.
Not that Maka didn't try to make Crona understand that that was a foolish thing to do. He couldn't be responsible for everything that went wrong, that was simply impossible. And to Crona's credit, he was trying to accept that fact. Even if he couldn't make up for his past mistakes, he could at least accept that he wasn't always making new ones.
But, as is often said, old habits die hard. Which would explain Crona's mood as they went to the theater that day.
He was the furthest away from the twin doors, looking at the ground as he hovered near the wall across from them. He would've probably curled up in a corner if he could, but there weren't any nearby. He knew what was about to happen, and as much as he tried to think that it wasn't his fault, he still felt partially guilty.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and knew it was Maka's. He looked up at her and noticed the look of concern on her face. He would always appreciate the fact that Maka would worry about him like she did. But, this one time, he wondered if it was really concern for him that she was showing.
After all, they weren't alone that day.
Standing directly in front of the twin doors were their special guests for the occasion: the blue-haired, ever energetic, not-so-slightly egotistical assassin Black*Star, and his partner, the tall, dark-haired, kind and gentle Tsubaki. And, as expected of the one who claimed he would surpass God, Black*Star wasn't too impressed.
"So we got these fancy-shmancy letters, going on about how we're "invited" to this special theater, and…this is it?" Black*Star asked. "What's so special about this place?"
He then grinned, sticking a thumb at himself. "I guess they figured that such a big man like me would find this place beneath him, so they had to call me out! Right, Tsubaki?"
He waited for an answer. Ten seconds later, he was still waiting.
"…I said, right Tsubaki?"
Tsubaki jumped slightly, looking at Black*Star with a sheepish smile on her face. "Er, r-right! Whatever you say, Black*Star!"
Black*Star frowned, crossing his arms as he looked at Tsubaki. "What's with you, anyway?"
"Well…"
She stole a glance at Maka and Crona before leaning closer to Black*Star. "Doesn't it seem like something's wrong with them? I mean, they've been really quiet since we came here…"
Black*Star looked over at the two of them, then back at Tsubaki, before giving a shrug. "Eh, they're probably just mad that we cut into their "alone time", if you get what I mean…"
"I heard that, Black*Star!"
Black*Star flinched, looking back to see a blushing Maka glaring a hole right into him. He gave a slight grin before pointing at the doors.
"Well, anyway, I'm gonna go ahead and grab a seat! So hurry up with whatever you're doing!"
He turned to enter the theater, only to be yanked back by his scarf by a now frantic Maka.
"Whoa, whoa, just a second, Black*Star!"
"ACK! Don't do that, you're choking me!"
She let go of his scarf, only to turn him around and grab him by the shoulders.
"Look, if this is about the joke about you-" Black*Star began, only to be cut off by Maka.
"Can you just listen to me for a second?"
Maka took a second to calm herself down, letting go of Black*Star before continuing.
"Alright…if you're going in there, just go down to the front row and wait for us, OK? We'll be right with you. But whatever you do, do not open ANY letters. At all. Alright?"
Black*Star stared at Maka in confusion. "…why?"
"Just do it! Please!"
"…well, since you asked so nicely…"
Black*Star then turned again and opened one of the doors. "Tsubaki, you coming?"
Tsubaki blinked. "Oh, uh, right, just a sec!"
That earned an annoyed sigh from Black*Star as he headed into the theater. As the door swung shut, Tsubaki turned to Maka, leaning down slightly.
"Maka, what's the matter…? You look like you're worried about something…"
Maka sighed, placing a hand over her face. "…you'll find out soon enough…"
"What do you mean?"
"Tsubaki…can you please just give us a minute? …please?"
Tsubaki frowned, but gave a slight nod. "OK…but…"
She leaned closer to Maka, whispering in her ear. "You do know that this isn't helping all those rumours flying around about you two, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, I get that-…wait, what rumours?"
Tsubaki pulled back, an embarrassed smile on her face. "O-Oh…just…one or two stories I might've heard…"
Maka stared at Tsubaki for a moment, before crossing her arms and glaring at her.
"I expect a full list of names by the time this is over."
"…Maka, you're not going to kill anyone, are you?"
"Why? Do I need to?"
Tsubaki sighed, shaking her head as she entered the theater. Maka turned and walked over to a completely lost Crona.
"I-Is everything alright…?" he asked.
"Well…for the time being, anyway…"
She tilted her head as he stood beside Crona. "What about you…?"
Crona simply looked down at his feet, trying to not focus on what was about to happen. It was all the answer Maka needed. She reached over and gently took Crona's face in her hands, moving it so he was looking at her.
"Crona…I know I've said this before, but this isn't your fault. You didn't drag them here kicking and screaming or anything. You being here doesn't make this your fault. You have to know that by now, Crona…"
Crona flushed slightly, eyes still looking down. "…I…I do know that, Maka…really, I do…"
He was moving closer to Maka without even realizing it. He felt Maka's hands move to his back, pulling him into a hug. Instinctively, his face leaned against her shoulder.
"…it doesn't make this easier, though…"
Maka squeezed Crona gently. "Yeah…I know…"
After a few seconds, Maka pulled back, a resigned frown on her face.
"Well…guess we better get this over with…"
Crona nodded slightly. "Y-Yeah…"
With that, the two turned and walked through the twin doors, heading down the theater stairs to join Black*Star and Tsubaki.
Said assassin duo were standing in front of the table situated beneath the screen, patiently waiting for their arrival. Or rather, IMpatiently in Black*Star's case.
"Good, took you long enough." he grunted as they came down the stairs. "Can we get this ball rolling already? And don't worry, we didn't go near all the letters or anything."
Maka frowned. "What do you mean by all the holy freaking crap!"
Crona peeked over her shoulder to see two rather healthy piles of letters on their seats, just waiting to be opened. Naturally, his thoughts trailed back to his last session with the other two, and he shuddered involuntarily. He would've got to his knees and prayed to not get another letter like that if he thought it would've helped.
There were more important matters to attend to, however, as Crona saw Black*Star snatch up the letter on the table and hold it out to them.
"And why can't I open this one, anyway? It's addressed to me and Tsubaki!"
Sure enough, Crona saw that the letter did have their names on it. Much like the last letter that was specifically addressed to Soul. Maka looked around nervously, rubbing her shoulder while doing so.
"Well…you…it's just…well…"
She turned to look at Crona, almost silently asking for his help. Crona looked back and forth between Maka and Black*Star, trying to think of a solution.
Maybe…maybe I should just take it… Crona thought. It's going to get read no matter what. …but, then it really will be my fault…
Apparently, too much time was being wasted on the matter, as Black*Star opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.
"Black*Star, wait-" Tsubaki began.
The story is called Not so innocent thoughts by Fuzzyfur9.
The fandom is Soul Eater.
That was all that needed to be said.
Both Maka and Crona dashed forward as Black*Star and Tsubaki gave dual screams of pure, unfiltered horror, falling to their knees as the information about their own fandom entered their minds.
Black*Star fell back on the floor, breathing heavily as Maka leaned over him. Crona tended to Tsubaki, who was shaking like a leaf, face obscured as she stared down at the floor. Crona knelt down near her, not sure of what to do or what to say in order to help.
After all, he was still dealing with the knowledge of his fictional nature himself. Despite Maka and Soul going through the same thing, and just getting back from the same thing happening with the other group, he was still in the dark with how to actually help someone with this.
"Ts-Tsubaki…?" he cautiously asked. He almost asked her to say something, so that he could at least have a hint as to how to help her, but chose not to, worried that that would be asking too much at this point.
And yet, when Tsubaki turned to look at him, he realized that he wasn't even close to prepared.
How could he be, when he saw the tears running down Tsubaki's face?
And before Crona could even begin to think of a way to handle this, Tsubaki was already crying into his shoulder, hands balled into fists and placed on his chest.
…what am I supposed to do? Crona wondered as Tsubaki continued to sob. I've never dealt with a crying girl before…what should I do?
He was frozen, not moving an inch in any direction as Tsubaki cried quietly into his robe. He felt his shoulder getting wetter and wetter and inwardly cursed himself for not doing anything. It felt like the answer was right in front of him and he just couldn't see it. It was one of the most frustrating experiences of Crona's life.
Then, only barely realizing what he was doing, he slowly reached behind Tsubaki, resting his hands on her back. He didn't pull her closer, or make any sounds or any other movements, but simply held her, letting her cry.
It should've been obvious. After all, how many times had he cried into Maka's shoulder, only for her to hug him? How many times had he hugged her? Why was this so difficult?
…it's because it isn't Maka… he bitterly thought to himself. Whenever I try something, Maka's always there…I keep telling myself "it's OK if it's Maka"…why am I so…dependent on her…?
Before he could do anything else, he heard a sound that would disturb anyone in the given situation: a small yet easily heard laugh.
Crona looked up at Black*Star, who was still laying on the floor. He saw Maka looking down at him in surprise, and felt Tsubaki turn from his shoulder to do the same.
Then Black*Star suddenly jumped up to his feet, hunched over, face obscured.
"…so…this Atsushi Ohkubo…he made me? He made me who I am…? …then he just shot himself in the foot!"
He slowly rose to his full height, still looking down. "Is this supposed to change something? Am I supposed to be different now…? The only thing that's changed is that I know what God I'm going to surpass!"
He raised his head back, shouting skyward. "You hear that, Ohkubo? If you created me, then you created a damn monster! I will surpass even you! It doesn't matter if you made me the way I am, this is still who I am! I am me! I am the great Black*Star, the biggest man on stage! And one day, I will be bigger than even you!"
He punctuated his declaration by viciously pointing to the ceiling, head now lowered.
The others stared at him in stunned silence. …how can he just laugh that off? Crona wondered. The closest thing he'd seen happened with the other group not long ago, but he'd never seen someone flat our dare to go against their creator.
He looked down and saw something that surprised him almost as much: Tsubaki watching Black*Star, a small smile on her face. It was then that Crona began to understand Tsubaki a little more. She drew strength from Black*Star, who had tons to spare and was happy to show it. Much like Crona drew strength from Maka.
I guess we're not so different… Crona thought.
He saw Tsubaki slowly pull away from him and he let her go, watching her wipe away her tears. He looked up as Black*Star lowered his hand, his head turning to look at Tsubaki.
"Tsubaki…? Are you alright?"
Tsubaki pulled her hand away, smiling and nodding at Black*Star. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine Black*Star. Really, I'm OK."
Black*Star frowned, unsure if Tsubaki was telling the truth or not. Maka got to her feet, frowning as well.
"Are you alright, Black*Star? That wasn't exactly…expected."
Black*Star turned to Maka. "Of course I'm alright! Every word I said was true! And I won't take any of it back! That's just who I am!"
Maka sighed, shaking her head. "Yep, same as always…"
Crona looked over to see Tsubaki getting to her feet, and decided to do the same. They walked over to their seats, Tsubaki sitting on Crona's right and Black*Star sitting on Maka's left. Crona took to looking over the fanmail while Maka started explaining the situation.
"So…basically, you two are here to help us look over a bad piece of writing."
Black*Star blinked. "…seriously? We had to go through that just to look at a freaking book?"
"Well, it is about us…"
"People are writing about us? About me?"
"Yep."
Black*Star grinned. "Well, it took 'em long enough! I was wondering when someone would finally get to writing about the greatness that is me!"
This sounds strangely familiar… Crona thought.
"Don't get your hopes up, Black*Star." Maka interrupted. "This is a bad story, remember?"
"Oh, come on! How bad could it be?"
Crona shuddered. "You have no idea…"
Black*Star tilted his head in confusion. Maka continued her explanation.
"So, we had to go through…that, just to accept the fact that people have written about us."
"But how did that happen, anyway?" Tsubaki asked.
"In order to come here, our "host" did something to our heads. Whenever we need information on something, it pops up. That includes stuff about us, hence why…that happened when it was mentioned."
Black*Star frowned. "Like what?"
Maka turned to Black*Star, a mischievous grin coming over her face.
"Chapter 6, Page 31, first panel."
Black*Star immediately twitched, his face twisting into one of pure hate.
"Why'd you have to remind me of HIM?"
Maka giggled as Black*Star shouted incoherently. Crona smiled slightly at their antics, but that soon disappeared when Tsubaki started talking to him.
"Then…this happened to you guys too?"
Crona sighed. "Y-Yeah…quite a while ago, actually…"
"So…you knew about this…?"
Crona had expected the guilt to return when that subject came up. Somehow, however, Tsubaki's quiet and gentle voice only made it hurt even more.
"We…we can't tell anyone…he made it so we can't tell anyone who isn't involved in this…"
Tsubaki frowned. "I wasn't accusing you of anything, Crona…"
"Hey, wait!" Black*Star interrupted. "Is that why you guys have been hanging out so much lately?"
Maka rubbed the back of her neck. "W-Well…uh…"
"So this is where you guys have been spending your weekends, huh?"
"Something like that…"
Tsubaki leaned over, pointing at the pile of letters currently in Crona's lap. "One more question…what are these?"
Crona blinked. "Oh…um…fanmail."
"You guys get fanmail?" Black*Star asked. "Does that mean I'm going to get fanmail too?"
"Probably not." Maka replied. "One, if you're lucky, this'll just be a one-time thing. Two…it really isn't all it's cracked up to be."
"What? What's wrong with talking to all the people who are smaller than me and adore me for being bigger than them?"
Crona shuddered, managing to get out one word. "F-F-F-Fangirls…"
"…fangirls?"
"They…they ask things…personal things…"
Maka frowned. "Crona…did something happen?"
"Why do you think I'm staying far away from the jellybeans…?"
"…remind me to bring a paper shredder next time."
Tsubaki frowned. "…you don't have to answer them, do you?"
Crona gulped. "W-Well…we can't get started until they're gone…so…"
His hands trembling, he decided to open the first of many envelopes addressed to him.
Has Kidd ever tried to make you symmetrical?
"…weirdest thing…before he didn't have much of a problem with it, but lately he's been following me around, begging me to get a haircut…"
Maka's hand met her face. I swear, I am SO going to kill Kid when this is over…
Ever heard of deviantart? If not, then you should check it out.
"No, thank you…if this is what people are writing about me, I do not want to know what they're drawing of me…"
Ever been Maka Chopped?
Crona rubbed the top of his head. "Once…"
Maka frowned. "You know I was aiming at Ragnarok…I told you I was sorry…"
"I know, it's OK…"
Who have you talked to more, Kidd or Black Star?
"Well…Black*Star now, I guess…"
Black*Star tilted his head as Crona opened his next letter. "What, you talked to us both an equal amount of times?"
"I was just guessing…"
Dont go on DeviantArt...about 95% of the artwork involving you is either of you and kid being romantically involved, you with boobs, or you in a maids outfit. Usually all of the above though.
Crona's head hit his tray. "I just said I didn't want to know…"
Oh...or you and Ragnarok being romantically involved.
That familiar splortch echoed through the room as Ragnarok uncurled from Crona's back, already screaming in disgust.
"Oh God, no! No! I like women! I like boobs! And even if I didn't, why would I be interested in him? That's just…that's major-league FUBAR! God, you people are fucked up!"
Maka sighed. "Never thought we'd agree on something, Ragnarok…"
Have you ever gone star gazing?
Crona flushed. "N-No…no I haven't…"
Whats the nicest dream you ever had?
"…in comparison to what, exactly…?"
Can you sing?
"Well, I do sing on here quite a bit…so I guess so…"
Ever considered getting Ragnarok a shock collar?
And a muzzle?
"Not really…they'd just fall off when he goes back into my body…"
Have you ever gotten drunk?
"…aren't I under the legal drinking age?"
Ragnarok snorted. "So? Doesn't stop kids from trying!"
"B-But that doesn't mean I would!"
"That's only because you're a pussy! Now move over so I can read my questions!"
Whats the weirdest thing youve ever seen Crona do? Something that only you`ve seen.
"Well, there is that one thing…"
Ragnarok then glanced over at Maka, before crossing his arms and grumbling.
"But technically, I'm not allowed to talk about it, under pain of death."
Crona glanced up at Ragnarok in confusion.
Stop trying to pull up Crona`s robe...it give certain sick people the wrong impression.
"Oh, that is rich coming from you! Hypocrisy, thy name is fangirl!"
Did it hurt when you were melted down?
"Wouldn't know. Don't remember it."
When you eat does it help nourish Crona at all?
"…take a good look at Crona's skinny-ass body and ask me that again."
Who is your idol, the one you admire most?
"Nobody! I don't need to fucking admire someone! Unlike the rest of you poor runts, I'm totally independent!"
Maka looked up at Ragnarok with a raised eyebrow, while Crona opened his next letter.
"…oh shut up! You know what I meant!"
Do you still think about playing with Maka's hair?
Crona blushed brightly and chose not to answer.
Speaking hypothetically, if Kid were chasing after you in Death City with murderous intent, would you fight him, run for help, or what?
"Run…why wouldn't I?"
I think the most written fanfictions are SoulxMaka, KidxCrona, and MakaxCrona. What's your view on these pairings?
Crona's head met his tray as he gave a low groan. Maka growled slightly as she glared up at the screen.
"Do you people enjoy torturing us? I seriously want to know."
So... Do you know what a faggot is?
"A derogatory term for homosexuals, mostly used by prejudiced idiots or people trying to be edgy…also a British slang term for cigarettes."
Tsubaki tilted her head. "Wait…why would someone ask you that?"
"Please, please don't ask…" Crona muttered while Ragnarok leaned over to read his questions.
Tell me a story about something you and Crona did recently.
"I don't like you, so no."
Do you and Crona ever go to the dentist?
"Screw that! Those guys are fucking sadists! Not even I would fuck with those guys!"
Have you met Blair?
"Of course I met Blair! I have to wake this dumbass up every time we meet her, because he always faints like a little bitch!"
Crona simply sighed in response.
Your analogies make no sense.
"Your fucking brain doesn't make any sense, you fucking fangirl!"
If You and Crona went into the book of Eibon Chapter 1, would you turn into a girl or not change at all?
"Well, unlike some people I know, it's obvious what I am-"
Maka frowned. "Not really."
"I mean gender-wise! Anyway, I'm obviously a guy, so yes, I would turn into a girl!"
Ragnarok grumbled as Crona opened his next letter. "Seriously, Eibon can go fuck himself."
Black*Star growled. "Amen, brother."
Maka grit her teeth. "I whole-heartedly agree."
Tsubaki nodded. "Likewise."
Crona twitched. "Definitely."
(Puts on Freud hat) Do you think your thing for blondes stems from your need for Medusa's love during your childhood that may have been lost on you?
Crona stared at the letter for a moment, processing the information he was just told. He then hit his head on his tray again, giving another groan.
Maka glared up at Ragnarok. "This is all your fault, you know."
Ragnarok shrugged. "And why exactly should I care, again?"
"I don't want a psychoanalysis…" Crona mumbled. "I really don't…"
If Maka told you to blow up Shibusen, would you do it?
"…why would she ask me to do that?"
Have you thought about doing more 'manly' things so that you can impress people with features like an eyepatch or maybe who have pigtails because screw subtly?
Before Crona could react, Maka tore the paper out of his hands and started ripping it apart, giving a shout of frustration as she threw the pieces into the air.
"Seriously! Paper-shredder!"
Tsubaki gave Maka a concerned look while Crona opened another letter. "So…this happens a lot, I take it?"
"Way too often."
Do you like sitcoms?
"I don't really watch those…"
Have you ever been sunburnt?
"A few times…but I guess that's the downside to being pale…burning easily."
Do you have neat handwriting?
"No…I'm still working on that…"
Can you play an instrument? If not, would like to?
"…I never really thought about it…"
Maka smiled. "It'd be something worth trying, at least. I'd probably try one, except I have almost no musical knowledge whatsoever."
"…then how can we sing during the reviews?"
"…good question."
Warm of cool weather?
"I actually like it when it's cooler out…"
Do you like rain?
"Yeah…it's nice to listen to…"
Crona placed the letter aside and opened his next one.
Do you spell your name with an h?
"No…I don't get why other people do, considering Ohkubo even said it went without one…"
Maka sighed as Crona opened his last letter. "I think that's the last thing you should worry about our fans ignoring…"
"Yeah, that's probably true…"
Whats your favorite part of the Manga?
"…secret."
Do you know about the Japanese lore about The Red String of Fate?
"Not really…why?"
Maka sighed, covering her face to hide her blush. "I'll explain later…"
Crona gave a confused look in Maka's direction, and his confusion grew when he saw Black*Star trying to hide a grin, and Tsubaki looking away from him.
Whats your favorite mythical creature?
Ragnarok leaned over, grinning. "Take a wild fucking guess."
Ain't really a question but I saw a picture of Stein in your dress. Your reaction?
Crona sighed, dropping the letter and covering his face with his hands. "Whyyyyyy…"
Maka reached over and patted Crona's back, holding up one of her own letters. "Now do you two see what I meant?"
"Sorry, can't talk, trying to get dress-wearing Stein out of my mind." Black*Star replied.
"L-Likewise…" Tsubaki added.
What type of T.V. shows do you watch?
"Eh, usually nature shows. I don't watch much TV."
Do you have any artistic skill (as in drawing and painting)
"None whatsoever."
( Ain't really a question)Kinda creepy, but did you know there is a fanclub of you and Asura as a pairing.
"Oh for…a fanclub? Really, people?"
Whos the stupidest person you've ever met?
"Considering I have a long and constantly-changing list, I can't answer that right now."
Maka tossed the letter aside and opened her next one.
Have you ever worn that gift your papa gave you after the test?
"Oh gee, let me think for a sec-NO! Never! In fact, I burned the damn thing as soon as I got over the shock!"
I know you guys didnt like some of the kinks of the animes ending, but arent you at least happy that both you, crona, and everyone else just about, had a happy ending? I mean...i feel bad for darkening the atmosphere with this one...but things arent looking too bright so far in the manga. I do hope it improves though.
Maka and Crona both looked at each other for a moment, before giving dual sighs.
"I think it's safe to say we don't want to think about that right now…" Maka answered.
"Y-Yeah…" Crona added.
Don`t you think its kind of sad Crona doesnt know his own birthday?
Maka's only reply was to reach over and give Crona another hug, which caused Crona to blush slightly.
"Wait…" Tsubaki interjected. "Crona…you don't know when your birthday is?"
"N-No…" he replied. "She…she never told me…"
To Crona's surprise, Tsubaki reached over and hugged him as well, giving a small "aww" while saying "That's so sad…"
"Don't worry." Maka added. "I'll think of something."
Crona looked between the two of them, face getting redder by the minute. He then noticed Black*Star leaning over, a grin of approval on his face.
"Wow…I'm actually impressed, Crona." he said, giving Crona a thumbs-up. "Good job!"
Crona had absolutely no idea what Black*Star was talking about. He also had no clue as to why both Maka and Tsubaki chose right then to give Black*Star what were clearly deathglares.
Whats your favorite mythical being?
"Well, how am I supposed to answer that? What really constitutes a "mythical being"? A god? A goddess? Some legendary hero? A weird monster? A little clarification would be nice."
Do you like having your hair played with?
Maka growled in frustration. "Would you people get off that subject?"
How do you feel about Blair really? I get mixed feelings from you.
Maka sighed. "Honestly? She gets on my nerves a lot, but she's not that bad a person…cat…whatever."
Do you cry much during movies?
"No, and I'm pretty sure I was asked this already."
Have you ever hung out with any of the Not Students at Shibusen? Particulary ones by the name of Tsugumi, Anya, Meme, or even one named Shaula?
Maka sighed. "No, and I should. But I've been so busy lately with missions and…this…"
Have you ever had a crush on anyone?
Maka furiously ripped up her letter. "That is none of your business!"
Black*Star sighed, shaking his head as Maka got to her next letter. "Honestly, you guys are totally overreacting. If I was being asked questions like that, I'd answer them no problem!"
"OK, Black*Star, do you have a crush on anyone?"
"I'll tell you when I feel like it."
"…that's what I figured."
Are you faster than Crona?
"…I don't know…usually?"
Crona blinked. Usually?
Could you beat Crona in a fight without weapons or Ragnarok helping?
"…why are you asking me something like that? Why would I want to fight him?"
She could easily. Crona thought.
Do you like fire or water more?
"…what the hell kind of question is that?"
Maka sighed as she tossed her letter aside and grabbed another. "I would honestly like to know what our host was smoking when he thought this was a good idea."
Black*Star shook his head again. "Oh, Maka, you just can't handle being big. When you're bigger than other people, you have to acknowledge them every once in a while so they don't feel miserable."
"…you say that like I don't want to make these people miserable."
Would it comfort you to know that the Soul Eater fandom has not degenerated into such madness that it remains somewhat pure of MedusaxCrona?
"…small comfort, but a comfort nonetheless."
Although the kink meme apparently is different.
"…the what?"
Crona curled up in his chair, shivering while rocking back and forth. "I don't want to know, I don't want to know, I do not want to know."
Hypothetically, if you were forced to choose between Soul and Crona who would you let die?
"…what the hell is wrong with you? Why would you ask me something like that? That's sick! That's absolutely terrible!"
Maka threw the letter to the ground, getting to her feet. "Seriously, do you people get off on this? Is that why you're doing this to us? You are some of the most depraved people I have ever had the displeasure to talk to, and I would be much happier listening to my father go on about anything for more than ten minutes than have to talk to any of you!"
She fell back in her seat, face falling into her hands as she let out a low groan of disgust. Crona cautiously moved to comfort her, but was stopped when she held up one of her hands.
"Just…just give me a minute, OK Crona?"
"O-OK…"
Crona could hear Maka taking a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. After a few minutes, she sat back up, took a very deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and let it out.
"OK…I'm calm now…sorry about that, guys."
Crona shook his head. "I-It's OK…"
Maka grabbed her next letter and opened it. "Let's just finish these so we can get out of here faster."
The Island Game! If Maka HAD to be on a Island who would she pick?
Maka calmly tore the letter apart. "Rejected on account of the fact that I hate the island game."
Crona tilted his head as Maka got to her next letter. "Island game?"
"Please don't ask."
Do you have any food allergies?
"No, I've been lucky enough to go without."
Have you ever had a pet?
"Besides Blair, no."
Do you cook French Toast often?
"Eh, not really. Soul has a thing against eggs, so I don't make it that much."
Do you have a favorite scent? Like vanilla or lavender?
"Well, I don't really have a favourite, but out of the two you mentioned, I do like vanilla."
Do you read magazines?
"Ultimate bookworm, remember? Though, to be fair, I don't read many of them."
Do you like board games?
"Sure, on a rainy day with not much else to do."
Tsubaki tilted her head as Maka opened her last letter. "Those weren't so bad…"
"Yeah…if only they could all be like that."
Ever broken a bone?
"Well, there was that one mission in Madrid that ended with me with a broken leg…not fun."
Do you play any type of video games?
"I think we established already that no, I don't."
Have you ever thought of writing a book?
"…the thought did cross my mind more than once. I just have no idea what I'd write about."
You were freakin awesome when you got taken over by the black blood, me and my friend were laughing the whole time, but then the moment when you hurt yourself to comfort Crona made us shut up. You really are a good friend, both me and my amigo agree with that :) Hope you two are friends forever! XD
Maka looked at the letter for a moment, before sighing and tossing it aside. "Well, to answer your rather roundabout question…"
She then wrapped an arm around Crona's shoulders, pulling him closer. "You better believe we will be."
Crona blushed heavily at that comment, and Tsubaki's small "aww" only made his face even redder. Thankfully, the lights went down right then for the story to begin.
Once he was sure the others couldn't see, he reached up and grabbed Maka's hand, giving it a small squeeze. He smiled when he felt Maka return the gesture, the message very clear to him.
We definitely will be.
/
wow, the shortest fanfic i ever done...new record ^w^
Maka: Thank God for that.
Black*Star: You're welcome.
Crona: Wait…what's that weird thing at the end?
Maka: It's an emoticon. It's supposed to show someone's face. It'd be better if you just ignored it.
...anyways if you read the manga you'll know what this is about ;)
Tsubaki: That could cover pretty much anything.
Crona: Is that another one? …what's it doing?
Maka: Turn your head to the side.
Crona: *tilts head* Like this?
Maka: Other side.
Crona: *tilts* …oh. …why is it winking at me?
Maka: I have no clue.
fanfic inspire by Burgerlicious in both here and deviant art...
Maka: Oh, that's certainly reassuring…
yes Tsubaki face was priceless hehehehe..so check it out if you want.
Tsubaki: …me? Why me?
Maka: …there it is again.
Crona: That bad sense of forboding…?
Maka: Yeeeeeep.
oh yeah
'this is pervy Tsuabki voice'
'this is normal tsubaki'
enjoy
Black*Star: …"pervy Tsubaki"?
Tsubaki: *places face in hands* Oh nooooooo…
A raven hair girl enter her apartment building in a hurry.
Black*Star: …but Tsubaki doesn't have a bird growing out of her head!
Maka: It's a shade of black, Black*Star.
Black*Star: I know, I was joking! Wasn't it hilarious?
Maka: …hysterical.
Crona: …oddly enough, I'm picturing an entirely different hairstyle…
(elsewhere, a certain teenage superheroine sneezes. And then wonders why this has been happening so often lately)
She started muttering herself trying to remember where she left the book that she borrow from Liz. Scratch that, the books from both Maka and Liz.
Tsubaki: Oh! That reminds me, did I give you back your copy of that collection of ghost stories, Maka?
Maka: You're going to have to specify, Tsubaki. That's a fair few of my books.
As she went to her room number and tried to look around. Seeing it wasn't where she left it, she remember it was inside her shared bedroom. She pray hoping it was there. As she was about to open she heard someone was inside. She wonder if her meister was back early from the game or forgot something too. Maybe he could help her out too then it will be a win win.
Crona: …I guess this person doesn't know what a "win-win" actually is.
"Hey, Black Sta….a..a" she didn't got to finish cause what she saw making her eyes wide.
Tsubaki: He's probably wearing Soul's shirt again…
Black*Star: Oh come on, it was one time! Just the one time because I accidentally grabbed the wrong thing and-Maka, what's so funny?
Maka: *holding in laughter* Nothing! Nothing at all!
Oh she wasn't wrong when she thought of her meister, what her eyes went wide was cause her meister only had a towel wrap around his waist and bits of water on his tan body. She guess he finish taking a bath or something.
Tsubaki: *face in hands again* No no nooooooo…
Black*Star: What's the big deal? Look, if you want to stare at my glorious body, I don't see a prob-
*MAKA CHOP!*
'oh yeah baby take it off!' said a little voice in her head.
'WHAT? NO, NO, NO WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!' Tsubaki thought desperately.
Tsubaki: …I do not have another voice in my head! I'm not crazy! I'm really not!
Maka: Why do I get the feeling this was supposed to be a comedy?
Crona: But it isn't funny…
Maka: I said "supposed to be".
It seems that her meister could read evil thoughts cause that what he did. He took the towel off slowly as if he was doing some kind of movie.
Maka: …what the hell, Black*Star?
Black*Star: Aw, come on! I know what my fans want!
She kept staring at the tanness of the boy.
'oh god it's a perfect size too! It's roundness and perky…"
All except Black*Star: AGH!
Tsubaki: Oh God no no no I am not talking about that!
Maka: What the hell, author?
"shut up!" she scream to the pervert side.
'but…he's beautiful! Do him now please!" the voice pled making her extremely red.
Tsubaki: I hate that book so much right now…
Maka: Look, we all had our sexes swapped around which sent our hormones completely out of wack! We had a lot to deal with, so just because it took so long for Tsubaki to change back doesn't mean anything about who she is!
Black*Star: Yeah! I mean, even you got a nosebleed when the succubus showed up!
Maka: Black*Star!
Black*Star: What? I'm agreeing with you!
Crona: …I never thought I'd be thankful that I missed out on something with you guys…
As she kept staring at her meister she felt her cheeks heating up and some sort of substance coming out of her nose. She saw his well build shoulder and back going down to his perfect size butt then to his legs.
Crona: …oh, that's what the author meant.
Tsubaki: That's not much better…
'god this is torture! Spank it! Spank that perfect round tan ass of a god, Tsubaki!' yelled the voice.
Black*Star: Ahem! "The perfect round tan ass that surpasses a god"!
Maka: Dammit author, you see what you're doing? You're inflating Black*Star's ego even more than it already is! I'm going to have to deal with this, you know!
She went into a major breakdown sense image of her spanking her meister on his behind. Him gripping on the bed and his face all red and…and…
"oh god!" she mutter.
Tsubaki: *embarrassed groan*
Black*Star: …damn.
The blue haired teen just finish taking a bath and was going to change before he went with the guys to the movie. As he place his underwear on he felt someone eyeing him. He turn around seeing he was right. He blink seeing his weapon looking at him with weird eyes.
Crona: …wait, he didn't see her at all? Does this Black*Star need glasses?
"Hey, Tsubaki!" Black Star said "Hey"
"Hm..oh….yeah?" she ask.
"A-are you alright? You face is red and your bleeding from you're nose." The blue head assassin said.
Maka: …really? You really can't put two and two together?
Black*Star: Aw, come on, I could totally see that! Wouldn't be the first time a girl went nuts over me!
Maka: I seriously doubt that…
"awwwww he cares for us! Look at his adorable yet sexy face!" the voice sequel if possible.
Crona: …"sequel if possible"? So…there's another voice?
Tsubaki: Why do I have voices in my head? That's not funny, that's scary!
's-shut up!' she snapped in her mind then replay to her mister
Crona: "Replay to her mister"? …I can't even think of a way to use that.
"N-No no-nothings wrong Bl-black Star, hehehe"
She saw him rise a brow at him who was still unsure.
"You sure, your acting strange." He said tilting his head.
'of course cause it's you and me in bed now baby!' scream the voice "Damn it Tsubaki! Get him in bed and do it! We were train! Look at his smoking sexy ass! No wait he is sexy as hell! You're torture us by not at least kissing those lips of his! You know full well he kiss like a god!"
Black*Star: …"kiss like someone who surpassed-"
Maka: Black*Star, you are not helping!
Tsubaki try her best to not argue with herself until a certain thing happen. She place her lips into a weird smile like Kid does when there's something asymmetrical and her eyes where still wide but had a strange look on them.
Tsubaki: …oh, great, now I've completely snapped. I don't even want to think about what happens next.
She imagine touching his hard well shape biceps going to his abs. She then smirk wide seeing her squeeze his butt making a cute sequel and moan from him. Then….
Tsubaki: …I just said I didn't want to think about it!
"OH MY GOD STOP DREAMING AND START DOING! YOU TAKE THOSE UNDERWEAR OFF TO SHOW OFF THE SEXYNESS FOOL!" She scream to herself then again "WAIT NO! STOP THINKING OF HIS DAMN SEXYNESS! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! I DON'T CARE IF HE'S SEXY AND AS A PERFECT SOMETHING! GAHHH THIS SHOULDN'T BE HAPPING TO ME!"
Tsubaki: No, it shouldn't!
Black*Star: Oh for…Tsubaki, I wouldn't care if you peeped on me! Hell, I peep on you all the time, so-
Maka: You WHAT?
Black*Star: Uh…I meant…well, just…Crona, help!
Crona: Huh? Wha?
Maka: Crona, you stay in that seat, or you're next!
Crona: *squeaks* Y-Yes ma'am!
Black*Star: Traitor!
*MAKA CHOP!*
Black Star eyes widen in surprise and his face had red all over it.
'oh my god! His cuteness sexy face looks adorable!" squeal the voice making Tsubaki agree only to realize she just scream something out loud.
Crona: …my head's starting to hurt from all the misused grammar in this fic…
"HM…er…w-well I h-have to do this t-thing a-and.." without even finishing she ran out of the room covering her mouth with still blood coming out of her nose.
Black Star blink not knowing what just happen. He then shrug and went on putting his cloth and head out with the guys.
Maka: *facepalm* There's being oblivious, and then there's just being stupid…take a wild guess which one this is…
Later that day, Tsubaki try to be more careful where she was with her meister and limit her…hm…addiction that's _.
Crona: …what in the world…?
Maka: …I have absolutely no clue.
IN the middle of a basketball game Black Star grin knowing he was just call sexy and some other crap making his ego even larger.
Maka: And we get to suffer for it. Did I mention that I really hate you right now?
/
The lights slowly came back on as three heads turned to look at Tsubaki. She didn't notice, as her face was in her hands once again, moaning softly in frustration and embarrassment.
Both Maka and Crona looked at one another, the both of them trying to come up with a way to help Tsubaki feel better. Before either of them could act, however, they heard Black*Star get to his feet, and watched as he walked over to Tsubaki's seat.
He leaned down and placed a hand on her shoulder, causing her to look up at him.
"Tsubaki, listen…" he began. "I don't know everything about you. I could probably find out with this…thing that was put in my head, or whatever, but I'm not about to. Truth is, I'm not worried about it. Maybe you're really a closet pervert, and maybe you're not. It doesn't matter."
He flashed one of his wide, confident grins at her. "No matter what, you're still my partner. You're still my friend."
Tsubaki gazed up at Black*Star, eyes wide in surprise. "Black*Star…"
She was then suddenly pulled up out of her seat by him, blinking in confusion as he stood in front of her, arms crossed.
"Now, I know exactly what will cheer you up."
He looked at Maka and Crona. "You guys stand up too, I'll need your help with this."
The two of them looked at him confusedly, but did as he asked. Black*Star stood still, waiting patiently as the other three all stared at him, wondering what his little plan was.
He then flashed another grin, giving them their answer.
"Group hug on Tsubaki!"
Tsubaki only managed to get out a "wait, wha-" before Black*Star wrapped his arms around her, practically squeezing the life out of her, all while keeping that grin on his face.
Maka stared at the two of them for a moment, before sighing and shrugging her shoulders.
"Well, why not?"
She then moved closer and hugged Tsubaki as well, causing her to look down at her in surprise.
"M-Maka?"
"Hey, apparently, these work wonders. Might as well give it a try."
"But…guys, I'm not that upset…"
Maka ignored her, turning to look at Crona and waving him over. "C'mon, Crona, it's your turn!"
Crona flushed, holding up his hands in front of him. "B-But I don't how to deal with group hu-GACK!"
He was cut off when Maka reached over and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him over and practically pushing him into Tsubaki. Almost instinctively, he had his arms around her as well. He quickly looked away from her when she looked down at him, trying to hide his blush.
After a few moments of the four of them huddled together like that, Black*Star let go of her, grinning up at her again. Maka soon did the same, and Crona quickly followed suit, still blushing.
"See?" Black*Star said. "Don't you feel better thanks to my amazing plan?"
Tsubaki sighed before giving him a small smile. "Yes, I do. Thank you guys…"
"Great!" Black*Star boasted, before turning to the stairs and starting to climb them. "Then we can start moving past this! We better get back to work, now that we know who the God we have to surpass is!"
Maka sighed, following Black*Star up the stairs. "Can't you take a break from that, Black*Star? Considering what you just went through-"
"Of course not! This is only incentive to work that much harder!"
"You can't really think that you'll-"
The two of them continued to go back and forth as they ascended the stairs, stopping at the top in front of the doors. Crona gave a small sigh and moved towards the stairs.
"Hey."
He stopped, turning and looking back at Tsubaki. She moved beside him, giving an apologetic smile.
"Sorry about earlier…"
Crona blinked in surprise. "N-No, that's OK…I should be sorry for not helping sooner…"
He frowned, looking down at his feet. "I just…didn't know how to…"
Tsubaki moved closer, leaning over to get a better look at Crona's face.
"But you did help me, Crona…you were there when I needed someone to be…"
She gently placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to look up at her. "Thank you for that…for being a true friend."
Crona flushed heavily at the compliment, looking back down at the ground, trying to hide the smile on his face.
"Y-Y-You're welcome…"
Tsubaki smiled again, moving her hand away and placing it behind her back.
"…you know…you've changed, Crona."
Crona looked up in surprise.
"In a good way, I mean." Tsubaki continued. "You don't seem as scared as much as you used to be…you're not a completely different person or anything, but…you seem a little more confident."
Crona was a bit taken aback by that. …am I really? I don't feel any different…
"Maka's really rubbed off on you, hasn't she?"
Crona blushed heavily. "W-Wh-What do you mean…?"
Tsubaki smiled her usual small, gentle smile. "I mean that you're taking after her a bit…confidence-wise, anyway. It's like she's the source of your strength."
She looked away from Crona, eyes aimed at the top of the theater. "It's good to have someone like that…someone that can help you grow stronger…"
Crona followed Tsubaki's gaze up the stairs, his eyes landing on the two bickering meisters at the top. He stole a glance at Tsubaki and was fairly certain she was watching Black*Star.
His eyes moved to Maka. The same confident, courageous Maka that he knew all too well. The same one he would follow wherever she went, even into mortal peril. The same Maka that made him feel like he could take on the world if she told him he could.
…I guess we really aren't all that different… Crona thought.
"Y-Yeah…it is, isn't it?" he said aloud.
He turned to look at Tsubaki, and saw her looking back at him. They shared a small smile, then started heading up the stairs to join their friends.
Don't worry, Maka. Crona promised silently. One day…one day I'll be strong enough…so that you don't have to worry about me depending on you all the time…
/
And we are done! Sorry if it was too short, but at least I had this done right away!
Also, since I didn't get to it above, I'm glad that people liked the little aside chapter so much! I'll definitely write more in the future, though I don't see myself writing that level of crack again any time soon.
As always, questions and suggestions are welcomed. Or, if you just want to say something to the cast, go ahead! But remember the rule from the last review.
'Till next time!