Chapter 3
YAYYY TY FOR ALL YOUR REVIEWSSS3 Inspiring us to write more! I tried to make this chapter +2000 words ... Close enough. But It's DEFINATELY longer than the other 2 chapters are. And I just realized something unfortunate xD it's December and yet they're eating icecream... PSHH F LOGIC! but its normal for me since I live In the south xD hell I even wore a tank top today lol.( was 82° f) oh well there's no going back now bahaha. And I'll try to write more but it's just... FINALS ARE THIS WEEK.. Kajdofodkfoj *explodes* but after them I'll have lots of times to write! YAYY! Click this to explode in CroMa fangasms - . /tumblr_mej0q92U3H1r1b9vqo1_
The two young meisters sat across from one another at a small, secluded table in the corner of an icecream shop, for Crona mumbled something about not knowing how to deal with such establishments, enjoying eachother's company on a chilly, dry December afternoon.
Crona stared at his icecream idely. All the flavors that were offered in the shop overwhelmed him, so Maka suggested that he tried plain vanilla, while as Ragnarok couldn't decide on a single flavor. Unfortunately for the pink haired Meister, he was forced into ordering five cups of different kinds of icecream for his weapon, who's appetite was as least ten times larger than his own.
"This stuff's DELICIOUS! Why haven't I had it before? CRONA, I demand you buy this for me daily!"
Stifling a sigh, the timid swordsman watched Maka mercilessly stab her strawberry icecream with a spoon and give yet another lethal glare to his pestiferous weapon. If the blonde meister's apple green eyes could kill, Ragnarok would most certainly be dead by now.
Ignoring the impending signs of the next world war around him, the male set his faded grey eyes upon the frozen confection in front of him. Bringing his shaking hand down onto the table, he clutched the white plastic spoon, and scooped the dessert into his mouth.
Crona's eyes almost instantainously lightend and the corners of his lips lifted.
"This... Is icecream." He squeaked in a barely audible voice.
Peering down at it, his cheeks flushed riotously.
So this is ice cream It's- It's amazing... Crona silently concluded that his blonde haired goddess was in close comparison to the dessert.
He eagerly scooped the frozen sweetness into his mouth, his already crimson cheeks becoming an even darker red when bliss, in the form of ice cream found it's way into his mouth.
"I take it that you like icecream then?" Maka inquired with a giggle.
The timid boy quickly nodded in response and resumed endulging himself with icecream, an expression of absolute joviality displayed on his face.
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The afternoon continued at an enjoyable pace. He and Maka sat for what seemed like hours, talking about normal, everyday things, eagerly responding to whatever eachother had to say. Many smiles were exchanged between the two as the sun began to set, it's usual boasting laugh replaced with an obnoxiously loud snore.
The sudden realization of if all hit Crona as fast as a speeding truck; Were he and Maka.. On what was called a date? An excursion of couples? But of course, he and Maka were anything but that. Yet he felt an effervescent giddiness swell inside his heart. The corners of his lips spreading into a delighted smile.
Crona would be content with residing like this forever, letting the sands of time come to a halt, simply to be with his golden haired angel while eating delicious vanilla icecream.
Nothing could be more perfect.
Nothing could make him happier.
Nothing could make his life more fulfilled.
Sometimes he feared that his whole life in Death City was just a façade, or simply a good dream, and he'd wake up into his old life - a dark, Medusa filled nightmare, replete with blood shed and anguish, in which he'd never return from.
But when Maka tenderly smiled at him, when she gave a giggle that rivaled an angel's song, when the sun's dimming light made the specks of golden wheat gleam in her hair, when her ocular, emerald eyes displayed so much determination in battle and /compassion/ for those dear to her, he knew this wasn't a dream.
It was real
She was real.
It came to him right then that he would do anything to protect that perfect smile on her face, to conserve the lambent flame of determination and vigor that shone in her eyes. He never regretted taking Medusa's arrow in the chest for her, and would gladly do it a hundred times more.
Because he loved her with every fragment of his withered and desiccated soul.
He once thought that he could never feel this wistful for anyone, hence his childhood spent with Medusa, she always told him that loving someone made him weak and would in danger the one he loved. But his now perished mother was horribly wrong. He couldn't help but to feel feel sanguine when near the one who meant the world to him.
And the that oppressive, yet true thought just /had/to worm it's way back into his mind.
"You know you're not good enough for her"
"She deserves so much more."
The extraneous voice reverberated through his mind, threatening to take over his thoughts. He knew that Maka deserved so much more, and he would never be satisfied with what she received. She deserved to be cherished by someone as remarkable as her, definitely someone unlike himself.
Maka must have noticed the melancholy delineated in his expression, and also the fact that he'd been quiet for a while, staring at her face while the troublesome thoughts roamed free through his mind.
"Crona, are you okay? You've been quiet for awhile." Concern was laced in her voice, a slight frown pursed on her dainty lips.
He never wanted her to frown, to be unhappy, or worse, to be hurt.
Especially if he was the one to blame.
"Oh, n-nothing's wrong.." He stuttered, right arm clutching to his left, making his hand turn a pasty white.
Maka gazed at him suspiciously, brows furrowed, lips pursed, but decided to let this one go.
"It's getting late, we should leave before night time." She suggested.
Crona nodded slowly, disappointed that their time together was now over.
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Daytime had been conquered by twilight, and the grinning moon hung low in the ombré sky, accompanied by a few twinkling stars.
Crona took a deep breath of the chilly, crisp air, shivering as the wind blew through his slender body. He looked to Maka, who, unlike himself, was encased in many layers of clothing, and didn't seem to be bothered by the cold.
"It-it-it's freezing out here!" He said through chattering teeth.
"You don't /have/ to walk me home Crona, go back to Shibusen before you catch a cold." Maka said worriedly, gripping his hand tighter.
He shook his head no in response. "I'll b-be fine."
"And are you sure you're fine with living in that jail cell? You know, you're always welcome to stay at me me and Soul's place for a night or two." Maka offered for atleast the hundredth time, lips giving a supportive smile.
Crona knew that she hated the idea of him living in that austere, dreary, and pitiful excuse for a room, but Infact the swordsman liked it. Dark corners and compact spaces rather suited him. And the idea of staying with the one he loves the most did deem quite enjoyable, but the thought of being a burden to her nullified his desires. She had done more than enough for his sake.
"No it's okay, I like it there." He would always respond.
The swordsman stifled a gasp as his body went rigid, feeling warmth from another body permeate through his own.
Was Maka... Hugging him?
They had hugged before, but it was usually Maka trying to comfort him.
"M-maka, w-w-what are you doing?"
He barely sputtered out.
"Are you suuuureee?" Ignoring his question, she drew her body closer to his, wrapping herarms around him, all while her face was only a few inches away from his, shining emerald eyes pulsing with concern.
"Y-yes." He was barely able to squeak.
Before a shrilling, vociferous voice interrupted his own.
And no, it wasn't Ragnorak's.
It was worse.
Authors note:
this... Is.. ICECREAM!
xD muahah enjoy the cliffhanger!? You'll have to find out who that is in the next chapter :D