"She's back!"
"Oh my god she's back!"
"Where has she been?..not that I care but that girl is a school freak..she wouldn't miss school for nothing."
"I heard her mother died."
"Me too!"
"She did die..I think they had the funeral like yesterday and no body came but her."
"Of course, I mean who would go?"
"How did she die?"
"I heard the doctor's put her down..She was to messed up for them to handle so they just put her down like a dog!"
"Well at least we don't have to worry about her any more, now we just have to deal with her daughter."
"Look at her, she's totally lost it..I mean the only one would could love her is dead."
"I thought she had a father?"
"My dad said he sees her father at the bars all the time crying his eyes out..You know I heard she didn't cry when her mother died, maybe she doesn't even care about her."
"Insane people aren't people, they don't care about anything."
"You would think she would cry or be upset that her mother died?"
"Her mother..."
"Died.."
Maka stares out of the window next to her..A blank expression on her face as she watches the clouds move across the sky.
She hears all there saying.
But she doesn't care.
She thinks about Crona..wishing she was with him..wishing she was away from these people..
She hears there conversations..She feels there stares.
Some look at her with pity..others with hate..
She likes the hateful glares more then the pity.
Maka doesn't want to be pitied by these people.
"I kinda feel bad for her.."
"Yeah me too..I mean her mom died.."
They don't really care, they just like to make themselfs higher. They just like to hear themselfs talk.
"I say she deserved it! She's a killer! My fucking dog is gone because of her so I say fuck her."
"Yeah she's a witch! Don't feel sorry!"
"She's insane!"
"She's crazy!"
..Yup..probably..
Maka watches the birds fly..wishing to fly with them..
She closes her eyes..and imagines she has wings..big white wings..
And she's flying..she's flying up into the sky..
She imagines she finds her mother..siting in the clouds waiting for her..with a bright smile on her face.
Her mother looks beautiful..Her mother isn't pale..She's alive..She's smiling at her..
She's holding her now..
Maka actually smiles a little at her dream..It's nice..She likes it..
"Did you hear they put her mother in a wooden coffin?" A boy sneakers. "I wouldn't even put my dog in that!"
Maka opens her eyes...
That dream is only dream.
Her mother is dead, and in a box like they are all saying.
She is gone.
She will never see her again.
Maka feels a deep pain grip her heart and she bows her head.
"Hey look at her."
"Do you think she's going to cry?"
"I hope so! that would be fucking funny."
"Come on guys I don't want to see that.."
Maka takes deep breaths, feeling all eyes on her.
Crona..
She remembers the pink haired boy..She thinks of the way he held her..Thinks of his smile..of his kiss..
The pain in her heart is numbed.
Crona..
She keeps repeating his name in her head to calm her down.
"That girl is really about to lose it."
"Good, they can finally take her away."
"Yeah just like her mother!"
"Hey guys, who am i?" There's a bump as a boy stands on his desk, he starts twirling in a circle. "It wasn't me! It wasn't me! It was that man with three eyes that's not really there! He is the one who burned down my house not me! It wasn't me! It wasn't me!"
She hears the student's laugh at that.
Maka's breathing is becoming uneven as she grips her pencil.
Think of Crona..Think of him..
She's about to lose it..
She feels it..
"Hey Maka can you tell me who I am-
Suddenly she hears something that sounds like someone punching a desk..hard.
Maka looks over to see Kid holding that boy by his shirt..his fist is back like he's about to punch him but..
The boy is already bleeding out of his nose.
"You piece of trash." Kid's voice is dark as he throws the boy across the room, he hits a desk hard causing it to fall over. "Your all trash!"
He looks at all their class mates, he's panting, his eyes dangerous.
Everyone looks scared.
"How could you be so cruel?! What do you get some sick pleasure in this?! To kick Maka while she's down? Are you even human?!"
No one answers him.
"You all disgust me.." His voice is a growl as he walks over to Maka..His hard eyes change instantly to concern. "..Maka lets go, you don't need this. Your grade is fine, I could even talk to the teacher about getting your work..You don't need to be here with these people..It's to soon."
"I'm fine Kid..I can handle this." She looks away from him feeling..ashamed.
She's so weak.
Crona brought her back..but she doesn't feel like herself with out the boy..
Her hair is down.
She feels scared, and worried..and she hates the pity in Kid's eyes.
Maka doesn't like to be pitied.
"..Are you sure?" Kid sits next to her, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder..
He handles her with such care.
She knows he's afraid she will break again.
It's possible.
And she knows it.
Maka just nods.
"..Are you ok Maka?..i'm so sorry I didn't get here sooner I ran into a problem and I.." He bows and shakes his head. "There's no excuse..I should have made sure I would get here with you..I should have known these people wouldn't be caring.."
"You don't have to babysit me Kid." Maka takes a deep breath.
"..I just worry about you." He puts a hand over hers, giving her a friendly squeeze.
"Your going to give yourself gray hairs at age 18 if you keep stressing." She looks over at him. She locks eyes with his golden orbs. "I'm fine Kid..trust me."
"..." He just frowns..because he knows.
She isn't fine.
Her mother is dead.
Spirit is a dick.
The town is full of ass holes.
How could she be fine?
But she is..sort of..
Only because of Crona..
He's holding her together..
No matter what happens she thinks about him..and it gets her threw it.
She relies on the boy..She needs him.
"Your going to get in trouble for hurting that boy you know?" She looks over to see the boy holding his nose, he glares over at Kid but Maka knows he won't do anything.
"I do not care." He shakes his head, a deep glare on his face.
"Well I do."
This gets Kid's breath to hitch..His expression falling..His eyes shine brightly as he looks at her.
"W-What?"
"I care if you get in trouble..jeez do I come off as that much of a bitch that I wouldn't care?" She raises an eye brow.
"N-No of course not I just.." He looks down at his hands..His cheeks are slightly tinted. "..You just never have said it before."
"Huh." She looks over at him. "Well I thought it was obvious, aren't we friends?"
"Yes I just.." He shakes his head..a small smile on his face.
"Of course I care Kid...you're my ride home." She smirks and puts a hand on his shoulder.
She has to be an ass.
It's just a part of who she is.
"Right." Kid chuckles a little..He almost seems happy with this.
He's happy because she's acting like herself.
He's happy because she's talking.
He's happy because she isn't broken.
"What the fuck happened in here?" The teacher walks in looking at the knocked over desks and the boy that is still bleeding out of his nose.
The whole class points at Kid..there all glaring at him.
They hate him because he's kind to her.
They will all turn against him and shun him because of her.
"..Kid?" His expression falls. "..Is this true?"
"Yes." He puts his hands out in front of him, his back so straight as he looks the teacher in the eyes. "It is."
"..Ok." The teacher goes to the chalk board. "Ok so today class we are going to-
"Hey!"The boy with the bleeding nose cries. "He fucking hit me! Aren't you going to do something?!"
"If Kid hit you I know you deserved it." The teacher looks back at him with hard eyes. " Stop crying you baby, if you must go to the nurse, if not shut up."
"It's because he's the mayor's son.." The boy grumbles as he sits down, his arms crossed.
"This is why I love this teacher." Maka can't help but to chuckle.
"Agreed." Kid smiles enjoying her laughter.
"Today we are going to go over what makes someone a wimp." The teacher turns to glare at the boy with the bloody nose. " Since you don't want to stop crying why don't you come up so all can see what they don't want to be."
Needles to say both Kid and Maka enjoyed this class very much.
"Are you sure about this?" Kid looks over at her after he parked his car in front of her house. He looks at her in concern. "..It's Friday..it's the weekend you shouldn't spend it alone..or worse with Spirit."
"Spirit won't come home." Maka opens her car door. "..I just need some time alone ok?"
"..Maka it's not good to be alone..not after all you have gone threw.." His voice is soft..She hears the pity in his voice.
She doesn't like to be pitied.
"Bye Kid." She gets out of the car. "I'll be fine..I'm going to take a nice bath and just sit around the house..it's going to be great. You have nothing to worry about."
"..." He still frowns, a conflicted look on his face.
Maka knows he doesn't want to leave.
She shuts the door and walks up to her house.
She turns and forces a smile for Kid before she walks in.
Maka lets out a sigh of relief..
It's nice to be around some one who cares but..sometimes..you just need to be alone.
She needs her alone time.
She doesn't need pity, hate, or concern.
She likes being alone..the quiet..
The only feelings she has to worry about are her own.
No one is here to judge her, to pity her.
It's just her, and she likes that.
Maka walks over to the living room couch, flopping down on it as she pulls her notebook from her book bag.
She flips to her page she writes about Crona..well that one page has become pages now.
She likes looking at it..It calms her down..It makes her feel good.
Ok..so things she knows about Crona..
He can wiggle his nose (so cute!)
He is jealous of Kid.
Likes chocolate chip cookies.
He can call on Ragnarok at will.
He's had Ragnarok since he was four.
Likes his neck kissed.
He wants her to stay with him.
He needs her.
She needs him.
Maka picks up her pencil and turns to a blank page.
..She wants to draw his eyes..or at least try..
She closes her eyes as she places the tip of the pencil on the paper.
Think of Crona..Think of his beautiful eyes..
Maka smiles thinking of how his eyes light up whenever he sees her..
She will draw that.
Suddenly Maka hears glass shatter.
She opens her eyes and looks over to where she thinks she heard it.
She doesn't see anything.
Maka sets her notebook on the table in front of her before she walks over to the kitchen.
On the floor is broken pieces of a cup..The cab-nit is open.
Huh..She doesn't remember that being open..
She just shrugs it off as gets the broom and cleans up the glass.
Maka shuts the cab-nit before she starts walking back to the couch.
She starts thinking of Crona again only to hear glass shatter behind her.
Maka turns around.
The cab-nit is back open, this time a plate is broken on the floor.
..There is no way that plate could have just fell out..
Maka frowns as she rubs her eyes before she looks back at it.
There is no plate on the floor, the cab-nit is closed.
..Huh..
Maka turns and walks back to the couch.
..Is she losing it?
She takes a deep breath as she sits back down taking the note book.
Ok..lets think about Crona..She's just a little mess up..It's no big deal.
Maka closes her eyes about to draw Crona's.
She hears a door creak open, a stomp following after.
Maka opens her eyes..That sounded to much like a foot step.
"Spirit?" She raises an eye brow as she gets up starting to look for the man..
She could of swore she didn't see his car though.
Maka hears something break..That came from her room.
Her door is open.
"Spirit what the hell-
Maka marches in pissed off only to find no one is in her room.
It's empty.
"..What?" She looks around as she takes a step forward.
Something crunches under her foot.
She looks down seeing she stepped on her picture..The picture of her and her mother.
Maka frowns as she slowly picks up the frame..The glass is cracked.
It's cracked over her face.
But Maka isn't paying attention to that..She's stuck on her mother..
There's something haunting by looking at pictures of the dead..It gives her a weird feeling..to know that her mother is in this picture..but she isn't here now.
She feels the pain in her heart but she won't cry.
She can only cry with Crona..It's like he's the key to her heart..opening it up.
He makes her feel alive.
Maka touches the picture where her mother's face is..
It's painful..She misses her.
She suddenly hears a bang in the living room.
She's getting tired of Spirit's shit.
Maka places the picture back on her dresser before she marches back out into the living room.
"Spirit!-
He isn't here.
The living room is empty.
The tv is on though, it's on a channel with nothing but static.
...What the hell?
Maka walks over to the tv and turns it off.
Huh..
She turns around and starts to walk back to the couch-
The tv turns back on, she can here the static.
"Shit!" She growls as she goes over to the wall next to the tv and unplugs it. "Now lets see you come back on!."
It doesn't.
Maka sighs in relief as she walks over to the couch...
Her notebook is gone.
Maka is starting to get pissed off.
She starts marching around the house looking for it..
She knows she didn't miss place it right?..She thought she just left it on the table..
Suddenly her door slams shut causing her to jump.
She almost pissed her self.
Maka's heart is starting to beat fast as she throws open her door only to find it's empty..
Is this really happening or is she losing it?
Has she finally gone mad?
She hears something move behind her.
Maka turns to see a chair slowly moving across the floor..it's moving by it's self.
Her heart is about to pound out of her chest.
It jerks suddenly so it's facing her.
She feels like someone is watching her..like someone is in that chair.
Maka grips her fist as she marches up towards it.
She stops right in front of it..A dark feeling is gripping her heart.
It's just a chair..Noone is in it. She's losing it..It's just a chair..
Maka reaches a shaky hand..slowly inching towards the chair..
She's getting closer..The dark feeling is getting stronger.
She's almost there-
The door bell rings.
Maka screams and jumps back but once she realizes it was just the door bell..She grumbles pissed off.
What the hell is wrong with her?
She moves past the chair to open the door.
Kid stands before her..He looks nervous.
"Ah..Hi Maka." He waves awkwardly.
"Um hi Kid.." She raises an eye brow. "What are you doing here?"
"..I couldn't let you..stay alone." He averts his gaze. "..Can I come in? I brought ice cream and movies."
He holds out a container of cookies and cream ice cream
"..You know I can't turn down ice cream.." She sighs but really she's relieved to see him. "Come on in, some really weird shit is-
Maka turns to point to the chair but..
It's gone.
Her note book is on the table.
The tv is plugged in.
It's like nothing happened.
"What has been going on?" Kid comes in and looks around.
"..Nothing." She sighs as she holds her head in her hands. "..Just what the hell.."
"..Are you ok Maka?" Kid walks over putting his hands on her shoulders, he frowns. "Your face is red..you look sick..What's wrong?"
"Nothing..I just need to sit down.." Maka lets go her face before she sits down on the couch.
"Maka I-
"Can I have some ice cream?" She looks at the container in his hands..
She needs something..
Just what the hell is wrong with her?
"Of course, I'll get us some spoons." He smiles as he walks into the kitchen, gets two spoons, then walks back sitting next to her. "I hope you like this kind." He smiles as he hands her one of the spoons.
"I like all ice cream." She grunts as she takes off the top, gets some ice cream on her spoon before shoving it into her mouth. "You know I'm a fat ass when it comes to sweets."
"Your not fat at all Maka." He frowns as he takes a small spoonful and places it into his mouth carefully.
"I thought you don't like sweets." She blinks.
"..I can bare them sometimes." He smiles at her but then it falls. "..Are you sure your ok?"
"I'm great." She shoves some more ice cream in her mouth..
Maka looks around paranoids.
She just waits for something weird to happen but..nothing does.
..Was that really just in her head?
Maka slowly looks around..She looks at the tv but it hasn't turned on, she looks at the kitchen but the cab-nit is closed, she looks at-
Kid is staring at her intently frowning.
Maka blinks.
Shit, she probably is looking crazy right now..
Act cool..Act cool..
Don't lose it just..
Act cool..
Maka starts shoving ice-cream into her mouth.
..Good.
Kid continues to stare at her..His frown has deepen.
"Maka it's not good to eat ice-cream so fast." He watches as she shoves a glob of it into her mouth at one time. "You'll get a brain freeze."
"Your such a square Kid-
Maka's face scrunches in a grimace as she drops her spoon and holds her head in her hands.
Brain freeze hurts like a bitch.
"What did I tell you?" He sighs as he rubs her back gently. "Just breathe, it will be over in a moment."
"Damn." Maka sighs in relief when the sharp pain in her head passes. "..I haven't gotten a brain freeze in years..I thought I was immune to them as much ice cream I eat."
"No one can be immune to brain freeze, it's caused if you eat anything cold to fast."
"I'm pretty sure there's people out there who have never gotten a brain freeze."
"Maybe, but those people probably don't eat their ice cream to fast. That doesn't make them immune just because they haven't had it."
"Are we really going to make this into a debate?" Maka smirks over at him. "Debating about brain freeze really?"
"You started it." He smirks back.
"I was just stating a fact."
"Well so was I."
They look at each other for moment, a play ful competitiveness behind both there eyes.
Both Kid and Maka crack a smile.
"Ok enough of that." He chuckles slightly as he places the movies he brought on the table in front of them. "I brought a selection for you to choose from..I wasn't sure if you would want to watch a movie or not but I thought it was something we could do."
"Movie's are cool." Maka leans over to look at the ones on the table still holding the thing of ice cream.
Kid knows her to well.
Their all horror movies.
Her favorite.
Maka doesn't get to watch movies all to much and when she does best beleive it has blood and screams.
She likes the suspense, she likes being scared..that is, when it doesn't effect her.
Who doesn't like to watch others in danger? or other's dealing with something that scares them?
It's like looking your fears in the face with out actually dealing with them.
Maka has this philosophy that if she watches all the scary movies their all in the world..She will see all there is to see in death and pain, and she won't be scared of anything anymore.
Of course movies are different from real life.
Maka has learn that the hard way.
She's watched movies with creatures coming out of the darkness and eating people.
That didn't help her fear of the dark, it only made it worse.
So she won't watch anything that has to do with darkness...
Like 'don't be afraid of the dark' because she is afraid of the dark.
Maka looks at all the tittles of the movies..most she's seen.
Wait..
Maka picks up one..studies it for a moment before handing it to Kid.
"'Paranormal activity'?" Kid raises an eye brow, looking at the cover.
"Yeah I haven't seen it..and it's nice to watch something other then slasher movies once and awhile." She shrugs.
"Are you sure? I heard quite a lot of people got freaked out by this."
"All the more reason to watch it." She smirks.
"Ok." Kid smiles as he gets up and puts it into the DVD player before sitting back down next to her. "I hope your ready for this."
"Pssh, this won't scare me." Maka smirks at him as the movie starts to play.
Maka is woken up by a sound.
It sounds like someone is walking in the hallway..She hears a door open and close.
Maka groggily looks over from the couch.
Kid is asleep on the floor, the sheets covering all but his face..his chest moving slowly up and down.
Ok, so Maka had made a mistake when she asked to watch 'paranormal activity'..
Like what the fuck was she thinking?
The whole time she couldn't help compare that movie to what happened to her..and that scared the shit out of her.
There was no way she could be in this house alone tonight..not after watching that so..
She asked Kid to stay the night.
It was embarrassing but he didn't seem to mind..He seemed to like the idea very much.
Kid seems to like anything that means he will be around her..
The boy can't get enough of her for some reason, you would think he would be tried of her.
Maybe he just wants to keep an eye on her so..you know..she doesn't go crazy.
Maka tried to sleep in her room with Kid out here but..she kept feeling like someone was watching her in there so she came out here to sleep on the couch.
Kid didn't seem to mind this either.
But right now it scares the shit out of Maka that Kid is here...
Because if he's here who is making that noise?
Maka eyes shoot open fully alert as she hears some more foot steps coming from the hallway.
Some one is in her home.
Maka slowly gets off the couch and crawls towards Kid..being quiet so the intruder doesn't know she's awake.
She tries to wake Kid up by shaking him but..no matter how much she shakes, the boy doesn't wake up.
He stays fast asleep.
Maybe if she said his name..He would hear her and wake up but..
The intruder would hear her too.
Maka bites her lip as she looks over to the front door..Looks at the metal bat she has resting next to it.
They don't have guns, but they have a bat.
That's all they need.
Maka listens to the rustling sound coming from the hallway as she slowly gets up and walks towards the bat..
She has to be quiet..She has to sneak up on them.
She hears a door shut, and the foot steps stop.
The person is in the closet..She can tell by the way the door creaked.
The person is trying to hide..but she knows where they are.
Maka grabs the bat by the handle, gripping it tightly.
No one breaks into her home.
They will regret it.
Maka slowly walks over to the hallway..
It's empty
Her eyes fall on the closet door..The door knob is moving like someone is desperately trying to get out but the closet isn't locked.
When Maka stops in front of it with her bat ready..the door knob stops moving.
Ok..So someone is really in this closet..
Maka tightens the grip on the bat.
She's ready for them.
Maka throws open the door and swings the bat only to hit a bunch of clothes of their hangers.
She blinks.
..No one is in the closet..
But..But..
She heard someone..She felt someone..
..What is going on?
Suddenly someone grabs her shoulder from behind.
Maka screams as she elbows the person in the stomach before she turns around ready to bash there brains out.
She stops the bat right before it hits the boy's head.
Fuck..
It's Kid.
She almost killed Kid.
Maka's breath speeds up as she throws the bat down..Her hands are shaking.
"Kid..shit man I didn't.." She looks him in the eyes only to stop talking.
The boy's eyes don't look open..His hair is messy, his dress shirt is ruffled up.
He holds his stomach, a deep frown on his face.
"Ow..I'm a just coming down here and I get hit when I'm trying to pay my taxes? unforgivable I say.." The boy sways..His voice is groggy sounding.
..Is he even awake?
She didn't know Kid sleep walks..
"..Kid go lay back down, your still asleep." Maka raises an eye brow at the stumbling boy.
It's odd seeing him like this.
He's always so proper but when he's asleep he's more chill, his hair isn't slicked to his face, his posture isn't completely straight, and his shirt is messed up, the first couple buttons being undone.
Kid would have a cow if he was awake and saw he looked like this.
If Maka wasn't so freaked out she would probably laugh at seeing her friend but she's scared shitless.
"Maka?" He tilts his head as he puts a hand on her face. "Your paying your taxes too?"
"..Yeah Kid, come on lets go pay are taxes." Maka grabs the hand that's on her face before she starts leading him back towards the living room floor.
"Ok...I don't like cookies." He mumbles as he stumbles a little as they walk..Maka has to hold him tight so he doesn't fall over.
"That's because your taste buds suck." She grunts as she stops in front of his bed. "Here now go back to bed."
Kid just stands there, his eyes closed.
Maka gets behind him and pushes him.
The boy falls as straight as a stick into the pile of sheets.
She waits for him to get up and demand why she did that but he doesn't.
Maka hears the boy snore lightly.
Well..that was interesting.
Even though that calmed her down a little she still feels how fast her heart is beating.
She needs to calm down..
Maka takes deep breaths as she walks into the bathroom next to the kitchen.
She turns on the sink and starts splashing cold water on her face.
..Just what the hell?
Is she going insane? or..is some freaky paranormal shit going on?
She doesn't know which one she would prefer.
Maka would believe the former before the latter.
She sighs as she lets the water drip from her face back into the sink..She takes deep breaths.
Just calm down..Just calm down..
The movie just freaked her out and now she's hearing things..and seeing things..
No big deal.
Maka nods to herself as she reaches over blindly for a towel.
She grabs it and drys her face.
Maka takes the towel off looking into the mirror.
Someone is standing behind her.
Maka whips around ready to fight but..
No one is there.
She looks back in the mirror but she's the only one she sees.
Ok...Ok...
She just fucking saw someone...
And Maka feels someone in the room with her..The air is getting dense.
It feels like someone is breathing on the back of her neck.
Maka runs out of the bathroom and back into the living room.
But before she makes it...She sees the night light she set up flicker.
It flickers a couple more times before it goes out.
Maka can't see.
It's completely dark now and..
She hears foot steps behind her.
Ok..So she isn't proud of what she does next.
Maka runs and does a leap onto Kid...Kinda like how when little kids are scared of something and they run to their parents rooms, and leap into bed with them..well..
She did the same to Kid.
Maka lands on top of him and she hears him give off a groan.
She can't even worry if she's hurt him or not because she still hears the foot steps..and she still can't see.
Maka is so scared.
She clings to Kid desperately as she digs her face in his chest.
Maka tries to scream..to say something to the boy she's clinging to but..
No words will come out..she's to scared..
All she can do is tremble and hold on to him.
Maka hopes she woke him up but..she still hears him snoring..
She hears the foot steps getting closer..There so loud there almost stomps.
Maka is crying now..It's dark, she can't see and something is in here with her.
"K-K-K-Kid." Her voice is so shaky as she gets as close as she can to him..Her teeth are chattering.
Suddenly the foot steps stop.
She doesn't hear them anymore as she feels a soft hand touch her cheek.
Maka looks up to see Kid looking at her..but his eyes are out of focus..She knows he isn't really there.
"It's mm'kay." He mumbles as he stops touching her face to pull her closer to him, he holds her tightly. "It's mm'kay.."
He sounds groggy and he probably doesn't even know what's going on but right now Maka needs to be held.
She's still scared shitless even if she doesn't hear the foot steps..
It's still dark and they could come back.
Kid nuzzles his head against the top of hers as he pulls her tighter against his chest.
"Mmm Maka." The boy gets a goofy smile on his face as he leans his head against hers. "Your so warm.."
...Is he dreaming or does he really know he's holding her?
Maka is still scared..She's still trembling..
Ok..Ok..It's ok..It's over now..
She feels Kid's breath on her face causing her to feel a bit uncomfortable.
She shouldn't be here.
Maka takes a deep breath as she tries to pull away from the boy but he just tightens his grip, pulling her closer.
"No.." He wines as he nuzzles his head back against hers. "Mine.."
ok..well..she's stuck here.
Maka takes deep breaths..It feels like the darkness is suffocating her..
Ok..think of Crona..think of Crona..
Maka closes her eyes..and she images that it isn't Kid that's holding her that it's Crona..
That he is the one nuzzling her, holding her against his chest.
Maka's heart beat starts to slow down, her breathing becoming even.
Think of Crona..think of him and nothing else.
Her shoulders are still shaking.
"It's mm'kay.." Kid mumbles, his breath being on her face again as he tightens his grip around her. "Don't be scared..It's mm'kay...I'll never let you go."
Maka grips his shirt..still seeing Crona instead of Kid..
She feels safe..well safer..
Maka buries her face in his chest, her cheek being pressed against his warm bare skin.
She falls asleep in Kid's arms thinking about Crona, thinking about how it felt to be in his arms, How his skin feels under the palm of her hand.
She falls asleep in the wrong boy's arms..but..
Maka doesn't mind.
She feels safe.
Kid gives her a feeling of safeness but Crona..
Crona puts her to sleep with a smile on her face.
...i'm not even going to say to much about this lol just know things are about to get weirder. i said it once and i will say it again thank you so much for your reviews! they really moviate me! and 'warm bodies' was amazing you guys should totally see it XD till next time