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Chapter 3

The day after the fitting was partially a blur. Crona had class and things went on as normal with her friends. Her first class did not have any of her friends in it so she sat in the front corner, away from the bulk of the class. While this wasn't a class based on her core curriculum at DWMA, it was still her favorite. It was a mythology course. Even though the shibushen knew monsters and magic existed, the material had to be taught and represented in a mythological format because some of the material had not been proven to be true in the world.

Crona learned that she loved learning. She wouldn't score as high as Maka on the tests, but it was a pleasant surprise that she could handle the same course work as her peers.

Medusa had taught Crona the basics on reading, writing, and mathematics as a child. Maka made an excellent tutor. Crona loved to learn about the world and different cultures. It felt good to know that everyone was different and what was odd in one culture, could be completely normal in another.

Her mythology class always seemed to go by quickly, even though it was 2 hours long. At noon, she met Tsubaki and Black Star in the commons for lunch. The next class starting at 1 o'clock would have almost all of her friends in it because it was a core class dealing with the evolution and application of early fighting styles. They would learn how miesters and weapons from centuries ago would over come challenges as well.

She sat at the table eating an apple until Ragnarok decided he needed it more. She wasn't that hungry anyway. She didn't mind eating in front of her friends, as long as no one made a big deal about it. Seeing that he was hungry, Tsubaki gave Ragnarok an extra container of her own cooking that she had brought, making him squeal in delight.

"What the hell? What am I going to eat?" Black Star argued. He quickly dismissed his disappointment and headed toward the snack bar for a burger.

"How did you like your dress yesterday?" Tsubaki asked, making conversation.

"I enjoyed it. I hope he doesn't ruin it though" Crona said, using her eye gaze to point at Ragnarok as he practically inhaled his food.

"Did Maka tell you who you are going to walk with in the wedding?"

"Not yet" Crona asked. Sometime ago, she had Maka clarify why there were such things as Maid of Honor or Best Man.

"She told us last night she was thinking of changing the order. I'm walking with Black Star because of us being the Best Man and Maid of Honor and because...well you know people have a hard time adjusting to his...personality" Tsubaki said, looking over at Black Star as he shouted about being cut in line and several students were trying to hold him back.

In a way, Black Star reminded Crona of herself. Sure, he had a self centered personality and wanted to be the greatest. It wasn't totally his fault though. Tsubaki had confided vaguely that he had a difficult life as a child and had come from a brash family. Crona could understand that. Her background was not too far off from hers. She had never talked to Black Star about it, but secretly she knew that's why he tried to protect her if he thought she was in trouble or something made her upset. She was a sort-of un-biological sister in his eyes.

The blue haired boy returned to the table.

"Sorry about that" he said, looking at Tsubaki "but that guy was a real asshole"

Tsubaki smiled. She was a practically a saint and could let any of Black Stars actions or outbursts roll off her shoulder. After several minutes, Soul and Maka joined the table shortly followed by Kid and the sisters. Crona lit up as soon as she saw him, hoping he would sit near her. Instead he sat on the opposite side of the table with a Liz on one side and Patty on the other. She pushed her thoughts away as her groups chatter grew loud.

Why did I think anything of this? she thought, fustrated.

She faded in and out of the conversation as she watch them smile and laugh. At one point Liz momentarily playfully put her arm around Kids shoulders and laughed.

They joke like that all the time. Why is it a big deal now?

Of course he was just being nice, he used to being around girls all the time and knows how to be polite.

The sensation in her stomach had changed from a flutter to a sickening feeling. Ragnarok stopped eating after he sensed her discomfort. Once in a great while, he could be understanding. He didn't alert the group obnoxiously or try to embarrass her.

"You're making me feel sick too and I don't like it, what's going on?" he asked quietly in her ear, completely inaudible to the rest of the roaring group. Crona shook her head. Even with their blood fused, he couldn't read her thoughts. He could only feel strong emotions because they would trickle down to him. Crona stared at the table until it was time to go to class. She ignored him because it would alert Maka if she saw Ragnarok and her whispering. Ragnarok made some uncomfortable noises before merging into her spine.

The all stood and Crona made sure to keep in pace with Maka. Black Star and Kid walked ahead of them with Tsubaki. As the years had gone on, Kid had grown slightly in height at stature. Crona used to be a little taller than him, but like all the boys in their group they began to change from boys to men. Maka had filled out as well too, although Soul still teased her for her 'board like shape' even though she had grown out of that. Crona wondered if she had changed too.

When she caught reflections of herself in windows as they walked, she still looked the same. Hair slightly longer maybe? Liz always hinted about her hips and how she should wear clothes to show herself off more.

'Boys go crazy for that kind of thing' She remembers Liz telling her while trying to send her home with one of her crop top shirts that exposed her abdomen.

Soul held the door as they all filed in a few minutes before class started. Maka urged everyone to be earlier, but it wasn't like Black Star or Soul paid much attention during the lessons anyway.

The eight of them climbed the small steps to their usual seats in the middle of the class room. Crona usually sat in the middle between Black Star and Maka. As Maka and Crona sat, they began setting their bags down and getting their books out. Maka leaned forward to ask Kim about the upcoming test and grib about how her father was rumored to be an upcoming speaker at the school.

"Hey what the hell?! Thats my spot!" Black Star shouted causing Crona to look up at his direction, thinking she had accidentally taken his seat. Kid ignored him and claimed the seat next to Crona.

"Well, move down one more. I want to get a better view on today's lesson" Kid hushed "Your spot gives a better view" he said, setting his bag down. Crona looked down the row, Black Star sat on the other side of Tsubaki next to Patty. He enjoyed goofing off with her anyway because she paid as much attention as he did.

Professor Stein finally emerged and began to write on the board as the moderate talking subsided.

"Alright class, as you know we have covered the evolution of spear and knife weapons and miesters..." he recapped.

"Only because spear miesters are basically cave men" Crona heard Black Star mutter in Ox's ear, causing him to glare and shush him, making Patty giggle.

"Well today we are going to jump forward quite a bit to the evolution of how a firearm or hand gun became a viable weapon for miester" he elaborated. Crona pursed her lips. 'Well that would be why he changed seats' she thought glumly, secretly hoping that he just wanted to sit next to her for the day.

Stein continued his lecture and Maka and Tsubaki took careful notes. Crona tried to take notes like Maka, but was better at naturally retaining it. Maybe it was the years of abusive training from her mother that helped her catch on and remember things quickly.

I feel so stupid. Whats come over me ? I don't have time for worrying like this. Am I a child?

"...and as technology improved, a cross bow became a demon weapon and was thought to be revolutionary..." she heard Steins lecture echo in her head. Even with her light pink eyes focused forward, her mind was far away from this lesson. Further making her angry because she wanted to pay attention.

An hour passed and she managed to get through the lecture. There was a small assignment then Stein informed the students there would be a test on the material next week. As students began to abandon their seats and file out, Crona leaned and looked down to put her book away, causing her pink hair to dance in front of her face slightly.

"Maka!" a shout came from the door. Maka and all the remaining students looked at the doorway to see Maka's father, Spirit, waving erratically. Maka frowned deeply while Black Star laughed and pointed at her.

"Your daddy's here!" he teased, resulting in a Maka-Chop.

"Maka, Maka, I thought you would like your Papa to take you out for dinner today. I heard you picked your dress and it brings tears to my eyes when I picture walking you down the isle!" he chattered, causing more embarrassment to Maka.

"...Thanks great dad, but I think..uh...Liz wanted me to help her with...table decorations..?" Maka tried desperately to make something up.

"Nope, I can get someone elses help. I think its important you spend the day with your...Papa. You and Soul go and don't worry about a thing" Liz offered, giving Maka an exaggerated grin like she was doing her a huge favor. Soul glared and flashed Liz a middle finger as he stood behind Spirit, out of his sight. Spirit was ecstatic.

"Great, a day with my Maka!" he said cheerily, then suddenly dropping his expression "...and Soul." he said flatly.

Spirit had always made it clear that he was uncomfortable with his daughter being partners with Soul. Mostly because he was a boy. He was even more uncomfortable when then first got their apartment together before they started dating. Then when he heard of the engagement, he was excited and completely uncomfortable that all of his fears had become reality.

"I heard you put in a good effort to try to be a Death Sycthe..." Spirit said smugly to Soul.

"I am a Death Scythe" Soul stated dryly. Maka gave her father an angry look.

"You know I'm his meister, right Papa? So if you insult him-"

"No no no, I wasn't insulting him Maka honey. I was just...keeping up on current events" he said "I just have to grab some things from Stein and then we can head out"

Spirit waved goodbye to Maka's friends then lead Maka and Soul away. Maka turned and frowned deeply at Crona before waving goodbye. Crona smiled, still feeling remorse for her friend. She didn't fully understand why Maka couldn't show her father affection. Maka had told her about the divorce due to his infidelity, but if Crona had a father or mother that had showered her with that much affection...actually Crona had no idea what she would do if she had that.

Crona tossed her bag around her shoulders as she headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Liz asked. Crona skidded to a stop, surprised that Liz had directed a question at her.

"...home?" Crona half-asked.

"Well Maka might have just been bull-shitting her dad, but we could actually use help on some of the wedding stuff if you wanted to come over" Liz offered. Crona beamed. Crona shoved all of her previous worries aside and accepted. Hanging out with her friends was the best way to get her mind off things. Maybe she could even ask the sisters for advice.

Crona noticed out of the corner of her eye that Kid was leaving with Black Star. Patty noticed Crona's look and mistook it for worry.

"Don't worry, he won't be there. He has to meet his dad too. Lord Death has something important to discuss with him" Patty informed happily.

The three girls made their way to a luxury car waiting for them outside. Due to the sisters being Kid's weapons, they had become used to the perks of the lifestyle. They pulled up around a fountain to the mansion which was almost as intimating as the people who owned it. Crona played with her sleeves as Patty lead her into the main room past maids and dozens of rooms. Even in the hall way the extravagant furniture that put the decor in the dress boutique to shame.

"Okay I'll give you a quick tour" Patty exclaimed, throwing her hands on her hips causing her cowgirl hat to tilt. Walking down the right hall, she showed the kitchen, library, exercise room, and a large bathroom. Down another hall way there was a game room, dining room, a study, and several other rooms that she wasn't shown.

"Our rooms are upstairs, but were gunna make our arts and crafts in the dining room cause theres more table space" she said, smiling from ear to ear.

"If you need a snack or whatever, just ask one of these guys to grab you something" Liz said, motioning to one of the several servants.

After much arrangement, Patty utilized several of the maids to bring objects for arts and crafts. Numerous bins filled to the top were brought out as Patty quickily made a mess.

"We're trying to make these for the centerpieces" Liz said, showing Crona a picture she had cut out from a magazine. The picture was glossy and showed a 'Do It Yourself' article with a red rose inside of a jar with some sort of liquid in it that made it float. "We tried to get kid to buy them, but since every rose doesn't have an even number of petals he doesn't think it is worth spending money on".

"We're gunna add more ribbons and make the outsides look better!" Patty cheered, already completely covering a jar in hot glue. The maids began to sweat as the watched Patty begin to destroy the once beautiful table.

"Won't the decorations be even less balanced now?" Crona asked, noting Patty's handiwork. Liz shrugged and sat at the table to start making the mixture.

Liz made the first jar, giving the other two an example to follow. The jar turned out much better than expected, as she even had a plan to have Blair enchant the jar so it would glow. Crona stared into the jar, the flower and its petals floated weightlessly in the mixture. The originally red rose had intensified to a brilliant shade while sparkles of glitter stood motionless around the piece.

After Crona and Patty attempted to recreate the design, they managed to ruin several jars apiece. Liz ordered they work in an assembly line. Crona would add the clear goo mixture and stir in the glitter, then Liz would position the rose and seal the jar, and Patty would tie a black ribbon around the rim of the lid. After making almost 15 of the center pieces together, Crona was filled with pride that she was helping create something, instead of destroy.

The long table quickly became covered in finished jars as the hours rolled on.

"We have more to make and I have more ideas for lanterns we want to hang" Liz stated, looking at their progress. Crona looked up at the clock, it was late evening and she expected to be dismissed to go home any moment.

"Are ya hungry?" Patty asked, grabbing Crona by the wrist and leading her to the kitchen anyway. Crona felt uncomfortable by the sudden contact but didn't have a say. For such a small girl, Patty had a strong grip. Liz stayed behind to give direction to where she wanted the workers to store their creations.

Patty dug through the fridge, taking small bites of the food as she went along. She finally was able to get Crona to agree to eat a grilled cheese sandwhich after she listed off every imaginable food possible that they had in the house. Patty slid the sandwhich to Crona. It had been almost completely charred on one side, but Crona didn't complain.

"Are you thirsty?" Patty asked, trying to be the best hostess. Crona nodded after she took a bite. Assuming she would offer water, Crona didn't specify. Even when she saw Patty disappear for a strange length of time. Her sandwich was almost finished by the time Patty returned and gave her a glass with strange red liquid in it.

"What is that?" Crona asked.

"It's good" Patty said, smiling "Kinda like...fruit punch"

Crona didn't give it a second thought as she took a large sip. The taste buds on her tongue were totally surprised by a new, almost bitter, yet sweet sensation. That was not punch. She looked at Patty, who was drinking a similar looking drink from her own glass.

"What do you think? I call it Ambrosia Mars. I made it myself!" she said proudly, taking a larger drink. Crona smelled it and caught the strong scent of alcohol that she hadn't before.

"...it's-"

"Patty! What are you doing?!" Liz asked, seeing the drinks and knowing her sister all too well. She grabbed the glass from her sister, which was almost empty anyway. The taste lingered on Crona's tongue.

"I was just having her try it, if I'm gunna try to bar tend at the reception I want to have practice..." Patty said, frowning deeply and crossing her arms in a childish manner.

"You don't just push drinks on Crona! For god sake Patty, use your brain" she looked over at Crona "I am so sorry"

"Oh, I don't mind..it was good" Crona protested, not wanting Patty to get in too much trouble. Liz lowered her arm a little, the look of worry slightly disappeared from her face. She also didn't want Liz to see her as childish.

"Have you drank before Crona?" Liz asked, setting the glass back on the marble counter.

Crona nodded. Technically, it was only a few sips when Maka and Soul announced their engagement during a dinner with her. Soul had ordered champagne and the waiter had filled Crona's glass before she could turn him down. It wasn't for dislike of alcohol, she just never saw a point in indulging. It's not like Medusa just let her go to parties growing up. Not that there were any parties she was ever invited to due to her isolation from the world.

"Well, if you want some you can have some. I'm not your mom..." Liz said, finishing the rest of her sisters drink. Patty's face perked up as she ran to go grab her ingredients to make more, Crona extended her arm in an attempt to protest.

Patty mixed her drink again, using a shaker and trying to look professional but looked more comical than anything. Liz retrieved a glass for herself.

"The wedding is coming up, it's probably best to build up your tolerance now in the company of friends" Liz said, trying to be nice without pressuring Crona. Patty topped her drink off and then filled her sisters, while Crona nursed her own drink slowly. Crona noticed that even after one glass, Liz had begun to giggle and joke more freely. Whatever combination of liquor was in the drinks was enough to pack a punch, yet mask the taste of the liquor well, which was the only reason Crona kept sipping. She didn't care for the taste of alcohol, but this didn't taste like it.

After another glass, the girls began to question Crona about what it was like to have Ragnarok.

"Does it hurt to have him on your back?"

"Does he choose when he comes out?"

"If he hits you, shouldn't it hurt him slightly too?"

Crona tried to explain. It used to hurt when he was stronger. In his smaller state, it is much less overwhelming. In certain times, he can choose whether or not he wants out or in. No, it doesn't hurt him. Crona was almost giddy that they weren't freaked out by him and that they were comfortable with asking.

"Ha, with him being so small I bet I could take him" Liz challenged. Cronas faced dropped as she felt him emerge. He defiantly didn't care for that last comment. His small black form appeared and held onto Cronas shoulder.

"Take me in what? A contest for looking like a cow?" Ragnarok insulted. Crona's face turned red as she winced, trying to apologize and run damage control before he upset her.

"Hey didn't mean that, h-he just hasn't eaten much and-"

"I think I can take you in anything tiny guy" Liz mocked, Patty's cooing and commenting how cute he was made him more furious. Crona couldn't believe they were actually picking on him.

"Name it! I'll kick your ass!" he yelled, waving his small arms.

Liz pushed over her drink and some bottles to make room, setting her elbow down and opening her hand to an arm wrestle. Crona's excitement faded as she realized she would have to lead him over there to try.

"Oh, you're on!" he said happily "Crona, come on!" he commanded in his small voice, pulling her hair to lead her over there. Crona sat on a stool so he could line up and link hands.

Patty gave the count down and his arm was immediately pinned due to its shortness. Liz laughed mockingly, which gave him enough drive to pin her two times after that, winning the arm wrestle.

"Oh what the hell, that's not fair" Liz complained, taking a swig of her drink.

"Not my fault your flabby arms are weak, what else do you want to lose at?" he asked, excited for a chance to show her up. Liz looked around the room for something she knew she could win at. After squinting and looking all around, her eyes finally landed on the drink in her hand. Her eyes lit up.

"How 'bout you and I go shot for shot?" she challenged, thinking of what a tiny stomach he must have. Patty cheered, growing up on the streets she knew her sister could put a few away.

"I think Maka's going to wonder where we are, we should go-" Crona tried.

"Line 'em up Moo Moo" Ragnarok accepted. Patty tried her take again at bar tending as she sloppily poured two lines of 5 glasses with a stronger clear liquor. Liz tilted her head back, making her long hair swing slightly as she consumed her drink. Ragnarok had to use both of his rounded hands to grab his shot glass, which made Liz and Patty giggled excessively together as he countered.

"Aw, he's just so cute!" Patty cooed, further pissing Ragnarok off. The two quickly downed all their share of drinks. Crona was thankful she didn't have to taste the drinks. As she watched Liz, after each shot she would squeeze her eyes shut as if that helped the taste.

Crona began to suddenly feel a little funny. Not the way she felt around Kid, but a different, almost dizzy sensation. Her mind felt as if it was on automatic as she took a bigger drink from her glass while Ragnarok continued to insult Liz.

Crona had never experience alcohol or its effects. She also didn't realize that even if it was Ragnarok taking the strong drinks, it would quickly affect her blood alcohol level too due to them sharing the same black blood. She also had eaten very little that day, so while Ragnarok small stomach had plenty to absorb what he was drinking, Crona did not.

After several more drinks and shots, Crona was feeling less confused and more fantastic. Eventually Ragnarok became slightly intoxicated and decided he had enough of Liz's stupid contests and threw a fit and merged back with his miester, leaving her to handle the condition he had left her in.

"I feel bad, Maka will be so m-mad" Crona slightly slurred as guilt weighed on her mind.

"Nah! She's gunna do this same thing at her wedding ya know" Liz comforted, waving her hand to dismiss her idea.

It had gotten pretty late and Crona couldn't focus on anything but how Maka would be angry toward her.

"I think...she's going to hate me" Crona mumbled as tears began to form. Liz quickly ran to her and put her arm around her, swaying slightly as the stood in the kitchen.

"Hey, hey, hey. No" she said, tapping her nose lightly. Liz was quite tipsy herself.

"How can she hate you when you made those good-great jars with us?" Patty reasoned. Patty half-drunkenly asked a maid to go grab some sleep wear for all three of them. Crona overheard and objected.

"I can't stay here!" she cried, causing more over emotional sound than she intended.

Patty lead Crona to the couch in the large living room as she turned the tv on.

"Sure you can! It's basically a sleep over" Patty assured, grabbing armfuls of blankets and pillows from a nearby linen closet.

"Besides, we can't send you home to Maka all upset" Liz said, already in her pajamas. Patty grabbed her sleepwear and carefully lead Crona to a bathroom where she could change. Changing proved to be a much harder task as she wobbled and tried to use the counter to steady herself. After successfully changing and tossing her old clothes into a pile, she looked in the large mirror at her slightly blurred reflection. Her borrowed sleep wear was a black tank top and silk sky blue pj pants. Normally she would feel much more opposed to the tank top but she wasn't in the state of mind to care.

"This is okay, you're doing okay" Crona said to her reflection, pointing at it during the pep talk. She lowered her hand as she noticed how odd it was to be actively talking to herself again. She played around with her reflection a little more by ducking and trying to maintain eye contact with herself as she moved back and forth, before finally opening the door to leave.

As she stepped forward to exit, she heard a different voice down the hall in the living room.

"Patty, what happened in the dining room?" she heard Kids voice trail.

"We were, ah...decorating" she stated simply. Crona slowly shut the door as she heard him ask if they had been drinking. Cronas stomach began to twist and an unpleasant feeling came over her. She felt her face flush as nausea swam over her. 'What- will he be angry?' Crona worried, causing her body more discomfort. Crona sat on the edge of the large Jacuzzi tub, holding her head in her hands as the room spun.

Her heartbeat slowly returned to normal and she stood attempted to exit again. As soon as she took a step out the door, she noticed there was no more talking from down the hall. She looked to her right and saw the golden eyed boy looking back at her. Her face turned pale as she tried to act natural.

"Are you alright?" Kid asked, noticing her inching back toward the safety of the bathroom.

"Me? Oh, yeah I'm having a gre-" she tried to assure before slamming the door and running back to the bathroom to vomit. Thanks to Ragnarok, it took a little bit to completely empty her stomach. In her rush, she didn't lock the door and Kid had followed her in once he heard the noises subside. As she sat on the floor next to the toilet, he retrieved several things from a closet in the bathroom while attempting to ignore Crona becoming sick.

Once she was finished, she leaned back still feeling woozy and drained. Somehow her eyes had become damp from watering. Kid handed her a wet wash cloth to clean herself. She accepted, too sick too feel embarrassed.

"I bet you don't think very m-much of me right now" Crona said sadly, still leaning near the cold bowl. Kid looked at her unflinching.

"You don't think I've seen Liz or Patty in worse conditions?" he asked. Crona smiled to herself thinking about them in their drunken endeavors.

"Did jyou have a great time with your dad?" Crona asked informally, slurring her words but trying to gain control. Kid chuckled and rolled his eyes. He stood and offered his hand to get her to her feet. She stood up almost too quickly, losing her balance slightly. Kid used his body to counter hers and wrapped his arm around her to steady her.

He walked her back out to the couch with Liz and Patty. He ordered a small tray of bread and some aspirin to be placed by her.

"The bread will help soak up some of the alcohol in your stomach" Kid informed, having Crona take a bite. Liz and patty looked over from separate couches.

"Leave her alone, we can do it!" Liz argued. Patty began to steal bread off the tray as well.

"Yeaah, you're not invited to the girls night!" Patty agreed.

Kid obliged and left the girls to their movie. The lights were dimmed and Patty and Liz chose a romantic comedy, which had a different plot than the one Crona enjoyed, but she was still as happy as she could be while feeling like she was going to be sick again.

"Do you ever wonder what...a boy thinks about you?" Crona quietly asked Liz. Liz scoffed.

"Boys should wonder what I think about them" she countered. Suddenly the wires in her brain connected.

"Why? Do you like someone?" she asked, catching Pattys attention. Crona regretted asking.

"Well, I just mean...how did Maka and Soul know?" Crona tried turning the question away from her. One of the maids brought Crona an extra blanket as the girls winded down on the sofa. Liz sat to think for a second.

"I think you just know" she said simply. Crona didn't know if she was just being vague or if was the drinking.

"Yeah, you feel it" Patty chimed in, tapping her fingers on the area over your heart.

"Oh Patty, like you would know!" Liz doubted. Patty pouted. Another maid distributed a stack of pillows for the girls.

"I would too! It's like matching soul wavelengths, only...you don't have to try as hard because it just happens" Patty explained surprisingly articulate, given her current state.

"Theres a little more to it, like, this one time I had a boyfriend and at the beginning he would act a certain way and I was totally blind-sided when I found out half of our relationship was him pretending" Liz explained. Crona was baffled to why someone would pretend to be something their not. How could someone do that? Is that what she was doing?

"Am I something I'm not?" Crona asked. Usually she kept these thoughts to herself, but found that she couldn't help blurting it out. Patty raised an eyebrow.

"I don't think you would be asking that if you weren't being yourself" Patty said, confusing herself then resting her head on the couch and looking at the TV screen. Crona smiled, even if hanging out with the sisters confused her, it made her feel more accepted.

"I like you guys" Crona slurred, beginning to drift off. Crona laid on one end of the couch with Liz at the other end and Patty on another neighboring couch.

"We...you..too" Liz said, already half asleep as the light of the large TV danced over her face. The voices from the movie faded and were replaced with soft snores from the sisters. Even with her eyes closed, her world still felt like it was spinning.

Minutes later from kitchen, Kid looked over at Cronas sleeping form as he headed toward his room for the night. He walked over to the TV to shut it off. He looked at Crona's face, which had her unruly pink bangs fanned across. He noticed she looked much more peaceful as she slept. She looked free from worry as he caught one more glimpse before he walked down the dark hallway to his room.

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Hey, sorry about the length and the mass amounts of cheesiness. I have to some how get from one chapter to another though.

This chapter felt so tacky to write, but I have a direction I'm going in so bear with me.

Thanks for reading!