"Bull ya!" Maka cheers as the ping pong ball she thrown lands in a small fish bowl with blue paper in the bottom. "I'm a fucking beast!"
She grins over at Ragnarok who is already grumbling under his breath, a look of irritation on his face.
"What the fuck ever. That was just luck." The raven haired boy takes a ping pong ball from the box, holds it out with a look of concentration, before he throws it at the many fish bowls.
It bounces off the edge then falls in the cracks.
"This game fucking cheats! I had that!" Ragnarok fumes, hitting the game table with his fist causing Maka to sneaker.
"Uh huh.." Maka smirks before she looks over at Crona who is holding a ping pong ball in his hand like it's a pearl instead of a plastic ball. "It's your turn Crona. We only need four more and we get a hermit crab!"
"O-Okay.." Crona's gaze shifts nervously as he takes a step closer to the table. He stares at the fish bowls a long moment, biting his lower lip, his hand starting to shake.
"It's ok.." Maka sooths as she grabs the hand that's holding the ball and steadies it. "Just throw the ball. If you miss it's ok..I mean look at Ragnarok-"
"Fuck you bitch."
"-you got this Crona." Maka gives him a peck on the cheek causing the boy's face to turn pink.
"I-I got this?" He looks at her with those eyes.
"You got this."
"I-I really got this?"
"Hell yeah, you got this"
"I fucking got this?!"
"..Uh yeah."
"Fuck yeah!" Crona roars as he throws the ping pong ball with a lot more force needed.
The ball bounces off a fish bowl, bounces off a passer by's head, bounces off the table, then by some miracle does a perfect land in a bowl with red paper.
Maka and Ragnarok blink before looking over at Crona.
"I-I really did get it.." Crona blushes, his eyes innocent as he looks at where the ping pong ball is proudly.
Ragnarok and Maka give each other a look.
It's no shocker the boy's out burst. He's been randomly doing crazy things since they got here like shouting out random cuss words like he has Tourette or trying to do a striper dance on a lamp pole.
Yeah, it's been a odd day already.
And they have only been at the carnival for about 20 mintues.
During that time Ragnarok got a body, which happens to be a raven haired boy with a bulit body and to Maka's delight is wearing a black shirt with white pants, They made a trip to the bathroom, and now they're playing their first game here.
"D-Did I do something wrong?" Crona bites his lip and starts to shift. "I-I thought you just had to get the ball in the fish bowl.."
"No you did good Crona." She offers him a smile before she winks at him. "I knew you were good with balls~"
"O-Only the small ones." Crona speaks seriously, looking at the ping pong balls. "I can't deal with big balls-"
Maka cracks up not being able to help it causing Crona to look at her confused..
Oh Crona.
"W-What?" He tenses when he sees that Ragnarok is laughing with her, something flashing through those eyes.
"Oh nothing Crona.." She chuckles. "First the nuts now this? I'm starting to believe you really do have a thing for them."
"I-I do but why is that..." Crona trails off when Maka gives him that perverted smile. The boy's eyes light in realization, his face catching on fire as he squeaks. "N-Not those balls Maka! I-I'm talking about the ones made of plastic! Y-You know the bouncy ones!"
"Oh they're bouncy alright." Maka chuckles as Crona gives her a light shove, his face flustered. "You like to dibble them balls Crona?"
"M-Maka!" He wines as he gives her another playful shove.
This time she loses her footing and falls back..landing right in the arms of the raven haired boy behind her.
"Don't let fucking Crona push you around." He smirks down at her, his face being upside in her perspective, a smug smirk on his lips. " Better watch your step don't want to fall now."
"I wasn't going to fall." Maka scoffs as she helps herself off of him, but the boy doesn't let go of her hand. "I had it all under control."
"Sure you fucking did. If I wasn't there you would have cracked that fat head of yours." He sneers, the boy towering over her in his new body.
"And if I cracked my head then we definably wouldn't be getting a hermit crab. I mean..I seen the way you missed the last 12 fish bowls and I-"
"Fuck you bitch! This game fucking cheats!" His eye twitches as he gets closer, his forehead almost touching her's as he glares.
"No you just suck." She smirks without knowing it her body is getting closer to his..and his is getting closer to her.
"No it fucking cheats!" Ragnarok's forehead leans against hers, his brown eyes burning holes into her..but it's not hate or anger they're burning with as a hand goes to the small of her back, pushing her up against him.
"The game isn't the only one who cheats little one." His voice speaks through her head mototoned causing her breath to hitch and for her to look over at Crona.
The pink haired boy is staring at her with those haunted eyes, his lips in a tight line, and his hands on his hips giving her a scolding look.
Something flashes through her head..
The way Crona is looking at her and standing..reminds her of a time with her mother..when she had stole a cookie before dinner and her mother had scolded her, putting her hands on her hips, and that look in her eyes said it all.
Maka had dropped the cookie immediately..
And with Crona looking at her like her mom..she does the same thing..
Maka pushes Ragnarok away..and it's not light.
It's a shove.
Ragnarok is taken by surprise and stumbles a few steps before he gets his footing back..
"What the fuck was that for?!" He snaps, his eyes lighting with that flame but this time it's anger.
Maka can only stare at him wide eyed..
What was that?..
She really saw her mother..really remembered a time so far in the past..
Her body reacted with out her thinking..
Like she really just got caught with the cookie by her mother..like she got caught doing something wrong.
"Well?" The raven haired boy growls as he takes a step forward..
"..You were hurting me." Maka lies before she turns away from him. "You were..gripping me too tightly."
"..I was barely fucking touching you." Ragnarok snaps but..something is odd about his voice..it sounds like uncertainty..maybe even suspicion.
Maka doesn't respond to him she just grabs one of the ping pong balls and holds it in her hand..
"Good, good. Push him away..I am the only one that can hold you. Remember you said you belonged to me. Your mine." His voice coos, sounding pleased with himself.
"Shut the hell up." That voice snaps. "That was a dirty trick!"
"Your the 'trick' my dear."
"Hey, all I want for by birthday is a big booty hoe."
The two voices are silent a moment before they start cracking up..
Maka's breathing is uneven and it's hard for her to concentrate.
Ragnarok is still talking to her too..but she's tuning him out..
She feels Crona's eyes on her..
Maka throws the ball..and some how it lands in a fish bowl with blue wrapping at the bottom.
"So you can handle small balls little one but can you handle my balls..?" His voice is smug.
"Well you said we can handle small balls so I'm sure we can handle yours." Her voice sneers.
"You would kill just for me to T- bag you." His voice is still smug but it's getting husky. "My balls are so large they would crush your face."
"If you keep talking all big your only going to disappoint me." Her voice is getting uneven. "I'll crush your skull with my bare hands.."
"Oh baby, I'll do a lot of things to you with my bare hands." He moans, causing Maka to shiver.
"Stop teasing me!" She groans as Maka hears her hit against the cage. "It's torture!"
"Aw is some one horny? Is someone suffering all alone in that cage? I'd gladly add to your pain, ripping your heart out. Tasting your tears..tasting the saltiness of your sweat." His voice is seductive and dark.
"S-Stop..Stop it now!" The voice is growling and moaning, pounding against the cage desperately.
"I'm going to make you scream all night-"
"Ahhhhh!" The voice screams in half ecstasy and pain as she grips the bars of the cage.
By this point Maka is sweating badly, her heart is beating so fast and her body is warm..
"Come to me-"
She's had enough of this.
Mens mea mens mea mens mea.
"Fuck." His voice grumbles before it fades from her mind.
"Maka-"
"What?!" She snaps, pulling at her hair, turning to growl at who addressed her thinking it was the boy's voice in her head.
Her expression falls when her gaze falls on Ragnarok, the boy's eyes are a bit wide.
She breaths heavily as she looks around her..
Crona, the guy at the game, Ragnarok, and a large number of people are staring at her now from that out burst.
Maka feels a pain in her head..and the more she stresses the more it hurts and-
"Fucking stop that." Ragnarok seems to snap out of it as he grabs both of her wrists, ripping them away from her hair that she was pulling that she didn't even know she was. He gives her a look over, a odd expression on his face. "What the fuck is wrong with you?."
She just stares at him with wide eyes..her heart is beating to fast..
The cage cracked a little more.
She's starting to tremble..a giggle on the tip of her tongue..
And every one is still looking at her.
"..Hey..you alright?" He doesn't hold her as tightly, his voice falling to a whisper as he watches as her eyes shake so much.
She wants to hug him, to feel comforted but..
That image of her mom scolding her comes to her mind.
"I'm fine!" She snaps as she pushes him away from her yet again.
This causes something to flash through the raven haired boy's eyes, his teeth being bared, and his chest puffing up as he goes to grab her..to probably hurt her-
"S-She said she's fine." Crona grabs her and pulls her so she's against his chest, the pink haired boy giving Ragnarok a glare.
"What is your fucking problem bitch? Why do you keep pushing me?" Ragnarok's voice is so low..
The crowd is watching them intently now like this is some sort of TV drama.
Maka can't respond to him.
"P-Probably because y-your in her personal space Ragnarok." Crona rubs a small circle in her arm. " A girl needs her space silly boy."
"Space?" He puffs up, his eyes flashing. "I was just fucking trying to make sure she's alright! I don't know if you weren't there Crona when she fucking screamed for no reason, I don't know if you were in your fucking la la land but obviously something's wrong with her!"
"Your what's wrong with her." Crona strokes her cheek. " If you would just disappear everything would be ok. Your the cause of all this."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Ragnarok grinds his teeth as he takes a step closer.
"Your what's getting in the way of our relationship boy. You were never meant to be a part of this. Tell him my dear, tell him to leave. Tell him that you only want me." Crona looks down at Maka who has her head bowed, her bangs in her eyes.
Ragnarok looks at Maka..waiting for her to say something..anything..
If she was looking at the raven haired boy..she would see the hint of fear..the hint of uncertainty in those eyes of his..even though he's trying to hide it with his anger.
They're silent..
Maka doesn't move..Crona and Ragnarok both look at her expectantly..
The pink haired boy's lips go in a tight line.
"..Uh I'm sorry to interrupt but.." The guy at the game speaks up nervously as the two boys look over at him darkly. "..Y-You won a hermit crab-"
Maka whips her head up surprising both the guy and Ragnarok.
"We did?!" Maka runs over to the table and looks at this guy with sparkling eyes. "I thought..I thought we only got three in though?"
"The red fish bowls count for three blue ones." He still looks uncomfortable.
"Alright way to go Crona!" She looks at the pink haired boy and gives him a smile. "You won us the hermit crab!"
"I-It wasn't all me.." Crona blushes and grips his arm with the other. "Y-You won it too Maka."
Ragnarok looks between the two with a look that could only be described as..
What the fuck?
"You can pick any of these little guys over here.." The guy walks over to a large aquarium resting on the edge of the table, Maka walking with him..
She presses her forehead against the glass as she looks at all the different muli-colored shells that belong to the small crabs..her eyes scan them, really wanting to find a awesome shell..or a hermit crab that seems to be walking a lot..
Unfortunately, they're all in their shells hiding from her.
That's when her eyes fall on one of these creatures..
And it was like love at first sight.
"I want that one!" Maka points at it, her voice bouncing with her excitement.
The man just digs in the aquarium and gives it to her, seeming eager to get her away as fast as possible.
"..You got to be fucking kidding me." Ragnarok looks at the herimt crab in disbelief.
"..I-Is that a..?" Crona blinks at the shell.
"Yup." Maka looks down at the shell's colors of tan, red, and brown. "It's a cheese burger!"
"..You picked a fucking crab that looks like a cheese burger." Ragnarok grumbles. "What the fuck are you going to do? Eat it?"
"I would never!" Maka looks offended as she holds the small creature in her hand. "I picked it because it's cute!"
"..T-The shell is cute but..hermit crabs are scary Maka! T-They pinch you and t-they look like an alien that's going to eat your brains!" Crona's eyes get wide with panic as he looks at the small thing in the palm of her hand.
"Aliens don't eat brains Crona, that's zombies.
"G-Gah! H-How do you know they don't eat brains? H-Have you ever seen an alien and a-asked it what it eats?" He gives her a challenging look.
"Yes I have." She dead pans.
"N-No way!" Crona looks at her with wide, terrified eyes. "W-What did they say..Oh my g-god they c-came in peace right?!"
"You could say that.." She leans close, her face serious. "But they told me they eat people..more specially cute boys with pink hair and fat asses-"
"O-Oh my god!" Crona squeaks, tugging at his hair in distress. "I-I'm going to die! M-Maka I have pink hair and a.." He gets flustered and shakes his head. "I-I'm going to be alien food! O-Oh god what if that hermit crab wants me?! I-I don't want to be eaten Maka!"
"Don't worry Crona, I heard they anal probe their victims before they eat them."
"H-How is t-that suppose to reassure me?! I-I don't want something going up my butt Maka! N-Nothing is suppose to go up there!"
"Did you know if you shoved food up your ass that you would poop out your mouth?"
Maka doesn't notice Ragnarok talking to the guy at the game..a look of irritation on his face.
"N-No way! T-That's so gross! W-Why would any one want to do that?!"
"Hey..hey Crona." Maka bows her head..her bangs covering her eyes.
"..Y-Yes Maka?" Crona frowns and gets closer towards her, his eyes shining with concern.
"My dick died.." A large smile rips out on her face as she looks up at him with her eyes shaking. "Can I burry it in your ass?"
"G-Gah!" Crona twitches as he jumps back, his hands instantly going to his butt as he looks at her with wide eyes, something changing in them. "B-But you don't have one of those! A-And how could it die? A-And why would you want to burry it in my a-ass?!"
Maka just giggles in response, her eyes bouncing madly.
Crona flustered face and innocent eyes are soon replaced by a smug smirk, and those dark eyes.
"Oh my.." He coos as he takes a step closer. "Looks like someone is losing it."
"I'm coo coo for fucking cocoa puffs!" Maka laughs, throwing her head back as the boy comes to stop right in front of her, towering over her.
"Your coo coo for my cocoa puffs." He laughs madly with her, grabbing a hold of her hands with enough pressure to break her bones..he leans in, his lips mere inches from her own. "But don't worry..I'll continue to drive you mad. You will be my princesses..your heart will be my crown jewel..your blood will be my wine.. I will be your prince of Madness, I'll steal your mind, steal your heart, steal your body. You belong completely to me. Say it..I want to hear it from those mad lips..Say your mine, say you only want me."
"But that would be lying!" She stops laughing..a smirk coming to her face. "I will never belong to anyone fully. All I need is myself..Boy do you forget what I am? I'm a witch. Your messing with the wrong girl."
Her fingers are starting to twitch, that large teeth filled smile still ripping her face.
"You obviously don't know who I am.." Crona's smile matches her own as his hand grips her waist, her arms going around his neck, both gripping each other so tightly. "I will tame you. You will bow by my feet and if not I will put you through hell. I will get love or I will get revenge. It's your choice little one."
"You will never get love from me.." She leans in so she's speaking his against his lips. "So that only leaves one other option for you boy.." She rubs her front against his, her voice seductive.
"I suppose it does.." He grips her waist tightly, pulling her so she's rubbing against his denim tent harder as he leans in. "Or I could change your mind..I could tame you..I could make you love me.."
"Not a chance." She groans, that smile never leaving her face.
"We'lls see.." His voie gets dark, his nails digging into her waist causing her to moan as he pierces her skin.
His lips get so close to her own-
"..Do you guys want a fucking cage or not?" Ragnarok's voice seems to break a spell between the two and she looks over at him confused..
Maka looks at Crona who is away from her..not holding her..or digging his nails into her..
She lifts up her tank top..and there isn't any nail prints on her skin..
What?..
Crona looks over at her..a deep frown on his face..something in his eyes she doesn't understand..
But..But..weren't they just?..
Wasn't she just?..
"Maka!" Ragnarok huffs irritated. "What the fuck are we doing? Stop staring off into space and answer me! Do you want this fucking cage?"
"..Um yes I-" Maka looks down at her hand that's holding the hermit crab..
Her breath hitches..
The shell is cracked..it's squished against her hand..
She broke the shell..the crab flatten like a pancake..
The guy and Ragnarok both see what she's done..
"Well looks like we won't be needing a fucking cage." The raven haired boy grumbles as he walks over to her, away from a scared looking game attender.
"M-Maka are you ok?" Crona frowns as she scraps the hermit crab from her hand.
"..I don't know.." She gives him a look..searching his eyes for something..
There's nothing.
He's innocent..
"That boy is never innocent." That voice pants. "Don't let him fool you. He is a snake just like his mother-"
"Fuck you bitch!" Maka screams, stomping her foot down.
Again it gets quiet as everyone stares at her for that ramdon out burst.
"M-Maka?" Crona grabs her hand, his concern shinning through as she pants.
"Nothing to fucking see here." Ragnarok snaps at the people pointing at her, baring his teeth and puffing up his chest.
They leave.
"..Alright what is up with you?" The raven haired boy stops beside her..his glare falling to something else as he looks her over. "..You have been jumpy like your on fucking crack and you just turned that hermit crab from a cheese burger to a fucking pancake."
"A-And your shaking.." Crona frowns as he rubs her shoulder lightly..trying to stop how badly it's trembling.
"I hate myself." Is all she says.
"M-Maka don't say things like that.." Crona's frown deepens as he rubs his thumb against her hand. "W-Why do you hate yourself?"
"Your being overly dramatic." Ragnarok snaps but..she catches his concern..and how he gets closer.
"What's there not to hate?" She chuckles humorlessly.
"T-There's nothing to hate." Crona pulls her closer..his arms nervously wrapping around her. "..I-I don't hate you Maka..I-I love you."
Ragnarok looks at the other boy..before he looks at the trembling girl he's holding..something on the tip of his tongue but..
He just glares and looks away.
"Lets just..do something.." Maka pulls away from Crona, taking a deep breath to regain herself. " How about.." Her eyes look around the carnival looking desperately for a distraction..or something to do. Her eyes fall on it and she smiles in relief. " Let's get on the tea cups!"
"If you think I'm getting on those fucking tea cups you have another thing-"
Crona grabs her hand and starts leading Maka towards the ride not even letting the raven haired boy finsh.
Ragnarok blinks..before his face falls to a scowl. He grumbles before he walks after them..doing strides till he's by the girl's side..and just as any other time..he slides his hand into hers, holding it firmly in his..His heart or more like this body's heart beat picks up speed at the faintest sensation of her skin..
But unlike all those other times..
Maka tenses..then she rips her hand out of his.
Him and his hand are left feeling empty.
Ragnarok has a scowl frozen on his face as he sits in this damn pink tea cup with his arms crossed, waiting for the ride to start.
He feels ridiculous..
And to make matters fucking worse..
Ragnarok looks at Maka from the corner of his eye..She's sitting beside him but it's like she purposely scooted as close to Crona as possible..leaving plenty space between them.
He doesn't like the feeling he's getting as he watches her hold Crona's hand..as she watches them laugh together..
But she won't take his hand..
She already fucking denied him once..he doesn't want to grab her hand again just for her to rip it out of his grip..
Like what the hell is with her?
She's never had a problem with him touching her..or holding her hand..
But she fucking tensed when he touched her..
He hated how that made him fucking feel..
It made him feel like shit.
And now here he is, sitting in a fucking pink tea cup for her and she won't even look his way. She's not trying to hold his hand..not trying to be near him..
But she's all for Crona right now..
Something is stirring inside of him..something is about to snap..
Every little smile or giggle she gives Crona..it just adds to this fire growing in his chest.
Can't this ride just fucking start already?!
Ragnarok turns his scowl on the guy that's running this ride..he's still helping more people into these gay ass cups.
He takes deep breaths..and tries to look anywhere but her.. he can't help his eyes..and they wonder till he's looking at her again.
Her body is turned away from him..towards Crona..
But her other hand is resting by her side..it's close..and it's tempting.
He just wants to touch her..to turn her body so she's facing him..to kiss those lips..
But he doesn't.
He just glares at her hand.
He at least wants to hold it..but fuck, he's getting pissed off just thinking about how she snatched her hand from him the last time.
What the fuck is her problem?
She's been acting weird towards him ever since that stupid ping pong game...pushing him away from her..
That pissed him off too.
No one just fucking pushes him around..
But what really pisses him off is that he pretty much let her get away with it..
Is this girl really making him that much of a bitch?
"- I-I'm just saying.." Crona's voice breaks his thoughts. "W-What if thse tea cups belong to a giant! A-And I-I'm pretty sure he wouldn't like us in his cups! H-He might even drink us!"
Ragnarok feels that fire in his chest grow when he hears Maka giggle at what he said.
It's not fucking funny. Crona is a fucking dumb ass.
"And I'm just saying that were fine..we're totally safe." He catches her give Crona peck on the nose..
Oh, he is so pissed off..
He almost doesn't understand it.
The cup suddenly jerks to life...and it starts to move around slowly in a circle..
"Here we go!" Maka cheers as she grabs onto the metal plate in the middle that makes the cup spin faster and she turns it.
"D-Don't go to fast!" Crona grabs on to her, his head resting on her shoulder, looking like this is the scariest thing ever..
Ragnarok grumbles some choice words under his breath before he looks away from the two, looking at the carnival and people here..
It's packed, full of games, rides, and people.
"There I'm done." Maka lets go of the plate and chuckles. "Now we just sit back and enjoy this!"
What's there to fucking enjoy?
Ragnarok looks at her from the corner of his eye again..and she's holding Crona close to herself..running her hands through his hair.
He hates how he feels.
The raven haired boy's eyes fall on her unoppided hand..
A possesses is starting to grow..He just wants to snatch her from Crona. He wants to hold her. He wants her to touch him.
He doesn't want her so far away from him.
After watching her nuzzle the other boy..
He can't take this any more.
Ragnarok reaches out and grabs her hand tightly, gripping it a lot harder then he should be..but he can't help it.
She just pisses him off so much.
Maka yelps, her whole body tensing as she looks over at him..
Ragnarok doesn't like the way she looks at him..like him touching her is a problem.
She tries to take her hand from his but he just tightens his grip causing her to bite her lip to hold back her cry of pain.
But he doesn't loosen up.
He can't.
Two emotions are fighting in side him..his anger and something else..
He doesn't know how to deal with this other emotion so he uses his anger.
"..Your hurting me.." Maka stops struggling with him..her voice is shaking.
Only when she says these words does he loosen his hold on her..
But she takes this moment to rip her hand from his..
Then she moves farther away from him.
Oh yeah, something is about to snap inside him.
Crona puts a arm around her shoulder..pulling her closer to himself before he makes eye contact with Ragnarok..
There's a large grin ripped out on his face..as he sticks his tongue out at him..
Ragnarok feels his face get hot with anger, his teeth grinding as the three continue to spin on this thing.
This fucking bitch.
He let's his scowl deepen..trying to hide how he really feels right now..
Ragnarok reaches out to grab her arm..just to touch her..get closer to her.
She sinks away from his touch..
His breath hitches at the sharp pain he feels as he pulls away from her..
That..hurt.
He means..what the fuck did he do? He didn't do anything!..
..Could it be about what happened yesterday?..
Maybe she just doesn't want to touch in front of Crona..even though that still pisses him off..it' makes him feel a bit better.
That's better then her just..not wanting his touch..not wanting..him.
He feels that sharp pain again but just shakes it off.
Alright..let's try something else then..start a conversation or some shit.
"This ride sucks ass." He grunts.
"I-I like it." Crona gives the other boy a look.
Maka doesn't respond to him..
He's getting so pissed off...
Alright try again.
"Don't you think this ride is going to slow?" He forces his grin at her. "Let's fucking turn the shit out of this thing. I bet Crona will be the first one to puke."
Maka looks over at him..she opens her mouth only to close it..then she looks away..
Ok..Maybe she doesn't feel like fucking talking-
"T-The breeze is nice isn't it M-Maka?" Crona sighs as he nuzzles her head. "I-It's soothing."
"Yeah. It's relaxing." She smiles at the other boy.
That's it.
"Relaxing is boring." Ragnarok growls as he grabs the metal plate in the middle and starts turning it rapidly..
He's taking all his anger..all his frustration out on it..
The cup is spinning so fast now..and he doesn't stop.
"Ragnarok! Stop it!" Maka screams at him as she tries to grabs the plate but he keeps turning it, it being to fast to her.
Crona is hiding his face in her chest..he's trembling.
"Seriously stop it! Your going to fast!" Maka hits him on the shoulder..
This only makes him spin faster.
"I'm just having some fucking fun." He growls, not looking at her as he keeps spinning and spinning.
Everything around them is a blur he's moving it so fast.
"R-Ragnarok stop! I-I'm going to puke!" Crona pleads with him, his voice muffled in the girl's chest..
He doesn't listen to him, his rage has taken him over.
He just spins faster and faster.
"Ragnarok fucking stop!" She screams at him..and he can hear her desperation. "..Please just-"
The raven haired boy grabs the metal plate stopping it's spinning immediately.
Maka and Crona fall off their seat at the sudden stop but he deosn't care.
"O-Oh god.." Crona's face is pale as he leans over the side of the tea cup..and he starts gagging.
Maka looks like she's about to puke too..but she doesn't. She rubs Crona's back as he pukes over the side before giving Ragnarok a look.
"What was that for?"
Oh, now she wants to talk to him.
He gives her a dark glare..and he can see her tense.
Good.
She needs to remember that he isn't some push over.
He's fucking dangerous.
He's killed countless people.
It was him, not Crona.
He's fought demons, witches, and anything you can imagine.
He isn't scared of her.
He isn't fucking scared of anything.
He's already dead..
He has nothing to lose..
But that's not true is it?
Ragnarok growls as he gets up and hops out of the still moving tea cup.
"Where are you going?" She calls for him.
Ragnarok doesn't respond he just walks off the ride's platform.
He needs a moment.
He needs fucking something.
"..So you guys ready for this?" Maka looks at Crona who is trembling and then looks over at Ragnarok.
The raven haired boy has such a deep scowl on his face as he glares at the haunted house in front of them.
He's pissed..
Maka sighs as she looks back at Crona who is clinging to her for dear life.
"G-Gah do we really have to go in there Maka? T-The ghost probably don't want us to bother t-them!" Crona looks at her pleadingly.
"Aw come on I bet they're lonely in there." She pokes him in the rib causing the boy to squeak.
"Ghost only get lonely when they see what the living have." Ragnarok's voice is so low as he pushes past her and starts to walk towards the entrance.
Maka watches the back of this boy a moment before she starts to pull Crona a long..the boy still talking about how they shouldn't be doing this..
She mumbles reassurances half heartly..her mind else where.
"Aw what's wrong? Don't let that jerk get you down..You have me, i'll always be here.." His voice coos, causing her to tense.
"Your worse then cancer." That voice sighs. "We can't get rid of you."
"Of course you can't get rid of me..i'll never let you go..never let you out of my sight." She can hear the smirk in his voice.
"I refuse for you..for you to play with me!" The voice pants. "Maka..be careful..it's hard for me to concentrate with him but..we can't listen to anything he says. He is a snake."
"A snake?" She can hear the frown in his voice. "I believe you have me mistaken for my mother-"
"Your just like her." The voice coos. "A bratty bitch who has a fit if things don't go his way. Your trying to control her..but you don't know who your messing with."
"I have never been so offended in my life.." His voice is so dark Maka shivers. "..Or turned on.."
He groans..and it sounds like a growl.
"I will fuck your brains out-"
"But I already lost my fucking head!" The voice giggles but it's low giving way to some moans and groans.
"As have I but..I've kept one of my heads.." His voice is perverted. "If you know what I mean~"
"So vulgar.." Her voice is uneven. " It explains a lot..all you do is think with your dick, while I have brains to destroy you-"
"Oh please." He chuckles. "You only think with that wet pussy of yours don't you? What are you thinking right now..little one?"
"F-Fuck." She moans, pushing against the cage..
Maka breathes hard..sweat dripping down her face as she holds on to something for support.
"M-Maka?"
She looks over to see Crona looking at her with concern..guilt flashing through those eyes as he takes in her state.
"..Sorry.." She leans off of him and takes a deep breath. "..Let's go."
"A-Are you sure? Y-You seem like you should-"
Maka drags him into the haunted house with the boy giving one last defiant squeak before he's in this place.
It looks like the stereo typical hanted house from the front, with it's stained black tiles, a porch that creaks as you step on it, a skeleton's hand just laying at the front like that's suppose to scare you..but it's a bit different inside.
It's nothing but darkness..a straight path, a narrow path forward.
Ragnarok stands with his back to them, the only reason she can see him is because the doors behind them are still open giving them light.
So he waited?
Maka thinks about reaching out for him..holding his hand..
But her mother flashes through her head, scolding her and she stops herself..
She can't touch him..
They start to slowly walk down this dark hallway..the doors closing behind them putting them in complete darkness..
She leans away from Ragnarok..afraid she will keep seeing her mother mad at her..
It's having a huge effect on her sanity.
Crona grips onto her tightly, trailing behind her because this path is too narrow for them to walk side by side..
Ragnarok leads the way..but she can't see him only sense his presence..
Maka knows he isn't happy.
"M-M-Maka?" She feels Crona tremble against her. "W-What's going to happen?..N-Nothing's going to jump out at us right?..T-There's not going to be any aliens are there?! O-Or what if this is a trap and t-they really are going to kill us! W-What if-"
"Shut the fuck up Crona." Ragnarok suddenly stops causing Maka to bump into his back and tense at how low his voice is. "You always freak out for no damn reason. You shouldn't be worried about the fake spirits here, you should be fucking worried about real, dangerous ones.." His voice is venom. "You know any of those Crona?"
The air between them is filled with thick, thick tension.
This narrow path they're standing in seems all the more narrow, feeling like the walls are slowly closing in on them, taking the breath right out of Maka.
She feels something dark stir behind her.
Crona doesn't speak, doesn't move and honestly that scares Maka more then if he would have started yelling at Ragnarok.
The space between them is hostile.
The raven haired boy's chest is heaving, his back pushing her with every breath he takes.
Crona is still holding her hand but his grip his tighten.
It's like they're waiting for something..waiting for all this tension to turn into something else.
"Arghh!" Something screams behind them, and drops of water sprinkle on the three.
This is a cheap scare but with all that's going on it causes Maka to scream, the walls are closing in on her, the darkness is going to swallow her whole, she's going to die, she's going to fucking die!-
"Noo!" Maka cries desperately as she pushes against the barrier in front of her, trying to escape this fate, trying to stay alive.
The barrier growls and stands it's ground, grumbling something that Maka is to afraid to understand.
"Don't be afraid little one. You belong to darkness. You belong to me.." Crona's grip has tighten on her hand, his lips against her ear, his words sending shivers down her spine.
All the while the darkness is creeping in to close for comfort.
Maka lets out a pathetic whimper, balling her hands into fists against whatever is in her way.
The barrier tenses and soon she feels strong arms around her, puling her, leading her.
Maka happily lets herself move, wanting nothing more to get away from this place. Her mind is reeling, her breathing uneven.
Crona is still whispering dark things in her ear, causing that voice to groan and Maka to whimper.
It's eating at her sanity.
The strong arms around her tighten their grip and soon she's being moved faster.
"There's no escape..no escape.." She no longer hears Crona's voice..it's Asura that is whispering in her ear now.
Panic is tightening her chest, and she feels like sobbing.
She doesn't know where she is anymore but it's dark and the darkness is suffocation.
And Asura is still whispering in her ear, telling her how she's going to die, telling her how she will be his forever..
Her mind is close to breaking.
Maka sees a green light in front of her, it's dull but it's enough to fill her with hope.
"There is no hope. There's only me." His voice sneers, cold hands touching her face.
This is the last straw.
Maka screams and with all her strength pushes against this barrier, moving it with her.
The narrow path suddenly ends, there being a step down to the new platform that she doesn't know about.
"Fuck!" The barrier curses as it stumbles with the step but Maka is still pushing on it and she ends up tripping over the step and tackling the barrier.
Maka falls down landing on something firm..and it's breathing.
Her eyes slowly open as she looks at what she landed on fearfully.
Her mind stops spinning and the panic settles in her chest.
Ragnarok stares up at her with a expression of shock..maybe even concern?
But that expression quickly leaves his face so he's just looking at her with irritation, his skin tinted green from the light coming from the cage in the wall with a fake skeleton staring at them with those empty eye sockets.
Maka waits for Ragnarok to snap on her, waits for his curses, and maybe even his fist.
He's been pissed all day and now she just pushed him down.
He's going to yell at her, hurt her but..
That doesn't happen.
Ragnarok looks into her eyes that are mere inches from his own
He's glaring so darkly, those eyes piercing through her.
Ragnarok lifts up his hand causing Maka to flinch expecting him to her her..only for his hand to cup her cheek, this thumb gently brushing something we from her face.
"Your fucking alright." The raven haired boy growls but it's softer, his eyes never leaving hers. "This is for fucking little kids but here you are crying.."
Maka shifts, bowing her head.
He doesn't know what she felt, what she hear, or the fear in her heart.
Ragnarok grabs her chin and forces her to look at him, his grip tight and his eyes hard. They soften when he takes in the girl on top of him and he loosens his hold on her.
"Your fine." His voice is firm, comforting. "Nothing's going to fucking happen to you."
The last of the panic Maka is feeling dies as she stares into this boy's eyes, his words sinking in..
She's ok..Maka is alive and Ragnarok is holding her in his arms.
Nothing is going to happen.
Maka's trembling stops and she nods, never breaking eye contact with him. The raven haired boy's eyes give way to some emotion she doesn't understand, his hand caressing her cheek, that crooked smile gracing his lips.
"You such a fucking pussy."
"Fuck you." Maka glares at him but it looks more like a pout causing the raven to chuckle. It's that soft laughter..the same one she heard back when she bit her tongue.
Ragnarok cups her cheeks, pulling her face closer to his, his breath ghosting her lips. Their lips are about to touch-
Maka is suddenly ripped away from Ragnarok, boney fingers digging into her ribs as she's yanked up to her feet.
She looks at Crona, the boy holding her so tightly but she can't see his face. His bangs are hiding his eyes from her, his body is so still. a panic is starting to rise in her, a fear as his nails dig into her flesh.
"Crona." Ragnarok gets up looking at where the other boy is holding her so tightly. "Loosen your hold on her."
The pink haired boy doesn't listen to him, he doesn't move but his grip tightens on her wrist, his nails digging in, piercing her skin. Maka bites her lip, a fear turning her stomach.
"Crona your fucking hurting her!" Ragnarok snarls, his eyes flashing at seeing the blood from her wrist starting to drip. He reaches out to grab the other boy when a whimper escapes Maka's lips.
Crona lets go of her, his hand recoiling back to his side. He stands straight, gripping the arm that had a hold of her tightly, his hand is curved like a claw, her blood on his finger tips.
Ragnarok steps closer to her, watching the other boy with caution.
The air gets thick with tension again..the quiet is getting to her head.
Crona just stands there, his bangs in his eyes, his grip on his arm so tight it looks like he could break it.
Ragnarok is glaring at Crona but he doesn't even seem to want to break the silence.
Maka doesn't know what's going to happen.
Something is stirring inside her..
The only sound between them is the slight dripping of her blood on the concrete.
Crona starts to tremble.
"Crona?" Maka breaks the silence not able to stand it anymore.
The pink haired boy tenses before going still.
He lifts his head up slowly...Maka holding her breath.
She's expecting to see his lips in that crazed smile but..no.
This is the oddest face she's ever seen.
Crona looks at her with his teeth showing but not in a smile. His mouth looks like a rectangle..a tight line smile. His eyes are haunted like she expected but one is half lidded while the other one is open wide. His face looks like a grimace but at the same time..like someone trying not to smile.
She's never seen anything like it.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Ragnarok looks at this boy, his voice hard but she can see the worry in his eyes. "What the hell is up with your face?"
Crona turns that half grimace expression towards the raven haired boy, his odd face stays but his fingers that are a claw start to twitch.
Ragnarok grinds his teeth, glaring at this boy, glaring into the face of madness.
Crona looks in pain.
Maka walks closer to this boy, her legs moving without her telling them too. "Crona?" She speaks his name softly as that awful face turns to look at her. She ignores the bubbling inside her as she reaches out, touching his cheek, trying to get rid of this face.
Crona grabs her hand with enough force to break it, causing her to cry out in pain as he pulls her up against him.
Time seems to stop around them..Ragnarok's yell silenced and when she looks back at him..he's frozen, his mouth open but no words come out.
It's only her and Crona now..no one can help her.
"Crona.." She grinds her teeth at the pain he's causing her as she struggles against him.
The boy's odd face finally falls..it's now blank but his grip hasn't loosen on her.
"He's not here.." Crona speaks motor toned. "It's only me."
"Crona-" The boy yanks her bleeding wrist towards his lips..almost carefully he licks the wound he caused himself, licking up her blood. Maka trembles watching him, biting back a moan, listening to the voice's groans. She can't ignore how hot her body is getting..or how every time he sticks the tip of his tongue in her cut she gets dizzy.
"Crona!" She gasps when he sunk his teeth into the wound causing her to hiss in pain, tears welling up in her eyes but her body gets so much warmer. The boy only sinks his teeth in deeper , her blood staining the concrete flooring. the pain is unbearable, her mind reeling, that voice screaming out in ecstasy.
That's when Maka back hands Crona.
The force gets his teeth out of her flesh, his head turning to the side, his cheek red from her hit.
Maka doesn't feel bad. She feels her lips twitch up into that smile, a giggle forming in her throat.
Crona starts to chuckle darkly as he looks back at her with that grimace face.
This is all it takes.
Maka starts giggling with him, both laughing together in some unknown joke. Crona leans on her for support, their laughter getting increasingly louder and louder.
If someone where to walk in and see this they would think two friends where just having fun together..but it's much more than that. It's much more dangerous.
Suddenly Crona stops laughing, his lips going in a tight line as he glares darkly at her. She sees that rage in his eyes.
Even in her mad state all she can think is..
Oh shit.
Before Maka can do anything Crona pushes her against the cage with the skeleton, pigging her to it with that dangerous look in his eyes.
"You just don't listen do you?" His voice is so dark, his eyes full of that rage. "Is this what you want out of me? Is this what you want?!"
Crona bangs her against the cage, her head hitting the bars with a crack. Maka doesn't respond to him as he continues to bang her head against the metal..there's another crack and she cries out in pain, her head bleeding badly from being busted open.
"Opps sorry." He gives her a sheepish smile as he pulls her head away from the soaked metal. That dangerous look hasn't left his pale blue eyes. "I guess I don't know my own strength!"
Maka feels anger heat her face, her fingers twitching as the wound in the back of her head closes, the pain melting away.
"Let me out!" That voice screeches as Crona smirks at her and it's predatory.
"Aw did I make you angry? Good. Now you know how I fee." He leans in, that smirk growling. "I'd be careful with using those powers of yours. Some one unwanted might just pay us a visit."
"Are you sure your not just scared?" A smirk rips out on her face, this dark feeling over baring.
"You don't scare me little one." He sneers. "But you should be very afraid of me. I will rip you and your mind apart."
"You can't rip something apart when it's already in pieces." Maka giggles her eyes shaking.
Crona smirks at her..his expression dark before his eyes shift menacingly to look at the frozen raven haired boy. "You don't take a hint do you? I've been giving you warnings..hell so has your mother." His smirk grows at how she tenses..something black covering half his face..his lips turning a bright red..
It looks like clown make up on this boy's face.
"You are a bad girl..not even listening to your mother. She must think your a whore you know? Poor Kami, having to watch her daughter get defiled by two demons. I thought you cared for your mother? But you didn't listen to her. Do you hear that? It's your mother crying. You made her cry. First you left her alone to die, now your not listening to her and for what? To whore around with that boy? She's crying harder now. You made her cry."
Maka trembles against him..these words cutting deep. Her legs feel weak, her mind is falling apart. She wants to destroy everything, she wants to fucking destroy him and that knowing smirk of his. She wants to rip out his eyes and shove them down his throat for making her feel this way. She wants bust in his painted face.
"You broke her heart." Crona whispers into her ear, the clown paint making his smile look like it's all the way up to the cheek bone.
Her mind flashes with a image..Her mother laying in that hospital bed, with those needles piercing her skin, that gas mask covering her nose...that single tear falling down her cheek.
Maka can't take it anymore.
The cage inside her cracks once more.
Instead of laughing madly..or going crazy..
Maka sobs.
It's loud and pathetic but she can't stop. Hot tears of anger and sorrow fall down her face as her legs give in on her. Crona doesn't hold her up and she falls on her butt, wailing and howling out in pain.
The boy's expression of dark glee changes to a deep frown. His eyes shaking...flickering.
"Why are you crying so? You should be laughing! You should be smiling!" Crona smiles madly and points to it, much like how a photographer would to try to get a child to smile for the camera.
Maka continues to cry, no smile comes to her face, mad or sane. It hurts to much. Her wrist and head throb causing her to wail like a hurt animal.
Crona hit a soft spot, a part of her that is so fragile..and he shattered it into pieces. All she can do is howl and cry..even that voice is quiet.
She has been silenced.
Crona's mad smile twitches into a frown his face getting pale and he's starting to tremble. "..Why hasn't it broken? Why are you crying like that? Come on smile! Laugh for me!" Crona's voice is a mix between rage and..guilt?
He starts laughing loudly, throwing his head back as if to demonstrate what she should be doing but Maka only sobs pitfully..no laughter could form in her throat.
That voice is still silent.
Crona's laughter stops once he realizes she's still crying, his body trembling worse..that black paint on his face starting to run off of his face.
"Shit.." His voice is low as he stares down at the girl who is nothing but a mess. "your not going to stop crying are you?"
Maka hiccups in response, her body trembling so bad.
"Do I need to make you stop?" His voice is dangerous but all Maka can do is wail. "Very well then.."
Crona gets closer causing Maka to close her eyes, waiting for the pain but it never comes. Instead she feels the boy sit next to her, putting an arm around her, he pushes her to him so she's crying in his chest.
She wants to push him away, wants to hurt him for making her feel this way but instead she clings to him, her wailing muffled in his tank top. Crona holds her, cradling her against her against his chest as his ginger s gently go through her hair.
"Hush little one don't say a word.." Crona's voice is a hum as he continues to stroke her hair. "Daddy's gonna buy you a mocking bird.."
Maka keeps crying in his chest..but his voice is so calm..so inviting. As his fingers stroke her hair..images start to go through her head.
Her mother's smile, her and her mother at the park, her mother putting a bandage on her knee as she cried like a baby..
"If that mocking bird don't sing I'll break that birdy's neck.." His voice is still calm as he continues to run his fingers through her hair.
Maka sees her mother reading to her, sees another picture of her mother tucking her into bed..
"Hush little one don't you cry...daddy's going to take all the bad away.."
Maka sees her mother standing in front of her as a kid..her younger self is looking down at her small red shoes guilty. Kami is looking down at her with her hands on her hips, a scolding look on her face.
"How could you have broken that vase Maka? Your grand mom gave it to me! It was special!" Kami frowns.
Little Maka responds to this by sniffling causing the woman's expression to fall.
"I-I didn't mean to break it mommy..I-I'm sorry." She balls up her jean dress up in distress.
"It's ok Maka.." The woman sighs. "..Just be more careful.." Kami turns to leave, to clean up the mess her daughter made-
"D-Do..D-Do you still love me?" Little Maka whimpers out, looking at the back of her mother with large watery eyes.
Kami pauses and turns to look at her daughter with a blank expression.Maka starts to cry, tears falling down her small face.
Kami gives her daughter the warmest and softest smile Maka has ever seen..it causes little Maka to stop crying..her eyes wide at such a smile.
"Of course I still love you baby..nothing could change that. This won't be the only time you do something wrong but every time I will forgive you because I love you. Don't ever believe for a moment I don't. Love last forever..Remember that baby."
Kami walks over and kisses the little Maka's cheek causing her to blush..a wobbly smile coming to her lips.
"Okay mommy! I'll never forget!" Little Maka giggles as Kami pokes her in the stomach, the older woman laughing with her before they fade away.
Maka opens her eyes..aware of the boy's fingers through her hair and his singing again.. Her crying has stopped..her cheeks becoming dry.
"Hush little one don't say a word...daddy's going to end it all." Crona's song is right in her ear..a tiredness falls over her and Maka struggles to keep her eyes open.
"Careful." His voice is dark..her consciousness fading away.. "It can be a happy ending...or it can be a bad one."
She falls asleep in this boy's arms..her body and mind weak.
The cage is weaker.
"M-Maka? Are you o-ok?"
Maka's eyes flutter open at his voice, her looking up at looks at her with concern, his arms around her as his eyes scan hers.
"D-Do you not want to g-go in there? I-I really don't have a problem with not going.." Crona eyes the haunted house before them..with the skeleton staring at them from under the porch.
Maka blinks the fuzziness of her brain away and frowns as she takes in where she is.
She's laying her head on Crona's shoulder, both standing in front of this haunted kid's ride..
Something is wrong...didn't?...shouldn't?..
Maka's mind is broke apart and it hurts to try to think back...but it feels like she's missing something.
"M-Maka?" Crona's concerned voice pulls her back and she looks over at the boy. Crona is frowning deeply, his grip tightening on her shoulders as his eyes search her's for something. "..I-"
"What the fuck is taking you guys so long?!" Ragnarok suddenly comes out of the haunted mansion, his face a scowl, his eye twitching in irritation. "I've been in there for a fucking hour! Are you both that much of pussys?"
"Your over reacting. It hasn't been that long.." Maka grutns but really..she's not to sure..
How long has she been asleep? Or out of it or whatever?
"No I'm fucking not!" Ragnarok marchers over, his brown eyes a flame. "What have you two been fucking doing?"
"C-Chilling." Crona lets go of Maka to hold her hand. "D-Do you still want to do the haunted house?" This question was directed towards her.
Maka doesn't even have to think about it.
"Nah, haunted houses suck ass. Let's get something to eat." Maka looks away from the haunted house..not liking the werid feeling in the pit of her stomach when she looks at it.
"Your the one who fucking wanted to do this!" Ragnarok's eye twitches more. "And are you never full bitch?"
"Nope." She stikcs her tongue out, showing off the silver barbell in it causing Crona to blush and fidget.
"I can tell." He scoffs but his eyes lose that edge, a edge Maka doesn't know why it was there in the first place..
Did they have a fight..she can't remember.
Maka's eyes fall to the raven haired boy's hand..
"I'm releasing your mind for now but be careful. I'm always watching. I'm always award." His voice sounds through her head causing her to tense.
Maka takes a step towards Ragnarok, getting him to raise an eye brow but something flashes through those eyes. A memory tries to resurface as she looks up at the boy's lips..but it doesn't come back to her. Ragnarok is staring at her, his eyes still hard but she can see the anticipation in them. Maka gives him a smile before she reaches out and grabs his hand.
Ragnarok's eyes soften completely as he looks down at their hands then back up at her smile. His shoulders relax like a weight had been taken off of them.
'Let's get that food." Maka smiles at these two boys.
"O-Okay." Crona gives her a small smile.
"Whatever." Ragnarok grumbles but it's light.
Maka starts to walk with both these boy's hands in hers..and this time she doesn't feel guilty..she doesn't see her mother scolding look..all she feels is these two boy's hands in hers..
Ragnarok's firm hold and Crona's soft one..
And that's all she needs to feel.
"It's gone!" Crona gasps, his eyes wide with awe as he licks his lips.
"Yup, cotton candy melts in your mouth." Maka sticks out her tongue putting a piece of his pink cotton candy on it. Crona watches as it dissolves In awe.
"T-That's amazing! And it taste so good!" Crona puts a hand full of cotton candy in his mouth, puffing out his cheeks for a moment before it dissolves. "I d-don't even have to worry a-about choking! I-It just disappears! T-This is amazing...I-I wish my hair really was made of this stuff-" Crona grabs another handful and is about to put it in his mouth when he stops himself, his face getting pale. "W-Wait, no I take that back...I-If my hair was cotton candy I-I wouldn't be able to stop myself and I-i'd eat my hair! T-Then I would be b-bald and I-I can't deal with that!"
"I still say being fucking bald is better then having gay pink hair." Ragnarok grunts as he takes another bite of his hot dog, his hand still gripping Maka's tightly.
"Only real mean have pink hair." Maka gives Crona a wink causing him to fluster as he puts more cotton candy into his mouth.
"Real gay men." The raven haired boy scoffs as he takes another bite of his hot dog before he looks over at her. Ragnarok almost chokes on his food. "Holy fucking shit!"
He blinks at where the hamburger, candy apple, popcorn, and funnel cake were...now all is left is the wrappers.
"You ate all that?! damn I thought you were going to fucking share that!"
"I did share...remember that piece of funnel cake I gave you?"
"Bitch that was a fucking piece while you ate the whole god damn cake!"
"Well jeez Ragnarok if you wanted some more you should have spoke up and not waited an hour-"
"Bitch it's only been 10 minutes!"
"Pssh." Maka waves him off causing the boy's eye to twitch.
"I'm going to fucking laugh when all this food catches up to you and you end up as big as a fucking house. Bitch your going to be so big the ground is going to shake when you walk, you'll give fucking Godzilla a run for his money!"
"G-Gah! D-Don't even joke about t-that Ragnarok!" Crona twitches nervously as he looks over at the other boy with his face pale. "T-The ground shaking? G-Godzilla?! S-Sweet Jesus!"
Maka and Ragnarok look at each other before they start to crack up.
"Sweet Jesus?" Maka chuckles.
"What the fuck?" Ragnarok covers his mouth to stop pieces from flying out.
"I-I don't know where t-that came from.." Crona blushes as he tugs at his hair. "S-See Ragnarok? Y-You can't joke about M-Maka becoming a monster o-or I say weird things!"
"Well s-sweet Jesus Crona." Ragnarok mocks his stutter with a smirk on his face.
Maka can't help but to crack up even when Crona pouts, the raven haired boy got Crona's voice perfectly.
"A-A guy can't even talk with you two.." Crona crosses his arms, his face still red.
"If you didn't say things like ' s-sweet Jesus' then you could." Ragnarok chuckles.
Crona hugs and looks away.
"Aw don't be like that. I thought it was cute." Maka moves his bangs out of his face and tucks them behind his ear getting him to shyly look at her.
"Y-You think every thing I-I do is cute.." He mumbles but his cheeks are getting redder.
"Yup that's true because your just too adorable." Maka pinches his cheek, making them even more pink.
"Yeah right." Ragnarok grumbles as he drinks his coke almost angrily.
"Aw don't be jealous Raggy. Your a cutie too." Maka gives the raven haired boy a wink and pitches his cheek.
Ragnarok responds by doing a spit take right in her face, soaking her with coke.
"How fucking cute was that?" He gives her a smug smirk as she wipes her face off.
"That was adorable." Maka smirks when his eye twitches. "Your a doll Raggy~"
"Bitch I'll knock that fucking smirk off your face and then let's see how fucking cute you think I am!"
"Cute like a baby kitten...God Raggy you just make me want to pinch the hell out of those cheeks."
"If you fucking touch my cheeks again I swear I'll knock your fat ass out!"
"But you so cute-"
"He's not cute Maka!"
Maka and Ragnarok turn to see Crona standing in front of the bench they're sitting on, his lips in a tight line, and his hands on his hips.
"I'll show you what cute really is!" Crona bows his head, his eyes being covered by his bags, his body going completely still.
Maka's chest tightens as Crona lifts up his head, fully expecting that mad smile but instead..
"Y-You think I'm c-cute..right M-Maka?" Crona looks up at her with big water eyes, his cheeks tinted pink, his gaze shifting from her to the floor. He plays with his fingers nervously, biting his lower lip as his body shifts.
Maka can't help but to blush..
He looks so helpless..so vunerable..so fucking cute!
"Crona you are fucking adorable! Come over here right now so I can squeeze you cutie!" Maka opens up her arms not able to stop the large smile on her lips as Crona's eyes light up.
"Y-Yay!" Crona lets out a squeal as he runs over and tackles Maka into a hug, letting out a content sigh as he nuzzles into her chest, sitting in her lap.
"Don't let his charms fool you.." That voice warns but for some reason Maka knows she's blushing just like she is.
Maka kisses the top of his head and he giggles as he turns his head so he's giving Ragnarok a goofy smile. The raven haired boy isn't looking at him, drinking angrily out of his coke again.
"Hey, Hey Ragnarok." Crona nuzzles into Maka's chest, his arms wrapped around her on her lower back.
The raven haire boy doesn't respond, drinking his coke till it makes the sound that you know there's no drink left. Crona lets go of her and gets up so he's standing right in front of Ragnarok. The raven haired boy gives him a dark, dark look.
Crona takes a deep breath..
"I'm sugar baby, the REAL sugar baby. all you other sugar babies are just imitating ~" Crona puts his index fingers on both his cheeks as he moves his hips back and forth, his eyes sparkling. His voice is high pitch..sounding like a little girl. "So won't the real sugar baby please jump up, please jump up, please jump up!" The boy hops around, his dancing getting the group some looks.
He continues to repeat these lines as he rokcs his hips back and forth till he does a twirl on his heel, his face ending up mere inches from Ragnarok's.
"I'm the real sugar baby bitch." Crona's gives him a goofy smile but his eyes hold something more dangerous.
Ragnarok blinks.
"That's what I thought, speechless by my cuteness-"
The raven haired boy punches him in the face, knocking him away.
"Ow my e-eye!"
"Oh yeah I'm real fucking speechless.." Ragnarok scoffs. "I hope my fist gave you the fucking message."
Maka is cracking up...holding her stomach. She lost it since he started singing.
"Y-You hurt me you jerk! Y-You ruined my sugar baby face!" Crona stomps his foot on the ground like a child.
"Here Crona.." Maka giggles as she gts up and walks up to him, reaching a hand out to heal him..
Crona grabs her hand roughly and pulls her forward, his lips being pressed against her ear.
"Careful now little one..don't want to die today do we?" Maka shivers as his tongue licks the shell of her ear before he pulls away.
Maka blinks.
The boy's face looks healed..his busted lip now has what looks to be a black scab over it.
"..Crona how did you-"
"Oooh! Let's play that!" Crona suddenly lets go of her and starts to weave his way through the crowd of people.
Maka would have ran after him if someone didn't grab her wrist stopping her.
"Ragnarok we have to-" Maka turns around to look at this boy only to be pulled so she's up against his chest.
The raven haired boy stares down at her, his face blank causing Maka to forget what she was about to say. He stares at her a moment longer before he pulls out a napkin from his pocket and starts to wipe her face with it.
"Don't want to look like a fucking dumb ass with food all over your face do you?" He grumbles as he works the napkin over her mouth, he looks irritated but she can see that smile twitching on his lips. Once he's done he throws the napkin on the ground before grabbing her chin and tilting her head to the right, then to the left, inspecting her face. Ragnarok makes a nod of approval before his thumb brushes against her lips, a smirk on his.
"Your so fucking messy.." He chuckles causing Maka's stomach to turn a little.
Maka grabs his face and pushes his lips against hers softly, the boy's laughter dying as his body tenses... Soon Ragnarok's hands move down to her waist and he grips her tightly as he kisses her back roughly, his tongue being shoved down her throat. Maka groans into the kiss as she scratches her nails down his back, their tongues fighting for dominance. The raven haired boy grunts in approval as his hand slides lower and grabs her ass.
They get many glares from people passing by for this distasteful behavior.
"Hah! This will show him!" That voice chuckles. "This is jolly good fun!"
Maka breaks the kiss out of breath, raising an eye brow.
That voice did not just talk in a British accent..
"Oh but I just did! it's simply splendid isn't it? How would you fancy eating some crumpets and tea with me?" That voice chuckles after the words causing maka to groan.
"What is it?" Ragnarok's voice breaks her out of her thoughts as she refocuses on the boy that is looking at her with an odd expression. "Why do you have that look on your face?"
"What look?" Maka touches her face.
"You look like you were grossed out.."
"Oh um.."
Ragnarok looks at her a moment before glaring away.
"Was it me?"
"Huh?" Maka looks at him confused.
Ragnarok sighs before running a hand through his dark hair. "The kiss...was it fucking bad or something?" He scratches his cheek. "Haven't done it in years so i'm not at my fucking best."
Maka blinks.
She can't believe it.
Bad ass mother fucker Ragnarok is..showing her insecurity.
For a guy who swears he isn't cute..this is pretty fucking adorable.
She smiles at him.
"Look just say yes or no don't fucking smile at me like a jack ass!" Ragnarok's face gets hot as he looks at how she's staring at him, his chest puffing up, his fist gripped. "I should knock that smug smirk right off your-"
Maka grabs him by the shirt and pulls him down, slamming her lips against his. It's a rough kiss and Ragnarok takes a sharp in take of breath at how her tongue raids his mouth before pulling away, leaving the boy staring at her with widen eyes, his cheeks slightly tinged, his breathing uneven.
He was taken completely off guard.
"Does that answer your question?" She gives him a wink. "don't look so flustered Ragnarok, it was just a kiss-"
"Fuck you bitch! I'm not fucking flustered!" Ragnarok snaps at her, glaring but his face gets darker.
"Uh huh..' Maka chuckles at his eye twitching before she grabs his hand. "Come one, let's catch up to Crona. I saw him run over to the balloon game."
"Whatever.." Maka starts to pull him through the crowd not catching how his eyes light up a little at looking at their connected hands.
His lips twitch into that crooked smile.
Maka's eyes search over the heads of many people trying to see the pink haired boy... She sees his pink hair bob up and down a few feet ahead-
Maka bumps into someone causing her to stumble back being caught by Ragnarok.
"Watch where the fuck your going pal." The raven haired boy growls, his eyes narrowing.
"Whoa, whoa! Chill dude! Let's be cool.."
Maka blinks..
No fucking way.
She takes in the boy before her...his spikey white hair, his sharp teeth, those red eyes...it can't be this guy!
"I didn't mean to bump into your girl I-" The boy's red eyes met Maka's, his half lidded eyes getting wide with realization as he points at her, dropping his cigarette in the process. "I know you! I think...yeah I definably fucking know you from some where!"
"No...No you don't." Maka moves her hands in front of his face, speaking slowly her eyes unblinking. "You don't know me at all.."
"..I don't?" The boy blinks. "but I thought.."
"You don't know me...but you know hot dogs...why not get yourself one?" Maka moves her hands in front of his face.
"..That does sound pretty cool right about now.."
"That's because it is cool and your a cool guy right?"
"Fuck yeah!"
"Then get that hot dog."
"I will!" The boy cheers as he turns on his heel and pushes through the crowd to get to the hot dog stand.
"Whoa.." Ragnarok watches him go before looking at Maka. "What kind of spell did you use on him? Some mind control shit?"
"I didn't use any spell." Maka grunts. "He's just a dumb ass."
"Are you fucking serious?" He chuckles causing Maka to smirk.
"Yup, but let's not try are luck..who knows he could suddenly growl a bran." Maka grabs his hand and pulls him again.
"Yeah just as soon as I get my body back." He said it to be joking but Maka hears the bitterness..
She frowns..not helping but to think about that forbidden spell...is it really impossible? If it was why would they even bother putting it in the book? Someone had to have done it before..it can't be-
"M-Maka!" Crona waves her over with a smile on his face, standing in front of a table with balloons pinned to the wall behind it. "C-Come on!"
She smiles, forgetting her thoughts as she runs over, pulling a long a grumbling Ragnarok.
"Holy shit!" Maka stops dead in her tracks, letting go of Ragnarok to stare wide eyed at a prize hanging on the wall next to the balloons.
It's a huge brown teddy bear, it's button eyes staring at her with longing.
She wants it. She wants it so much.
"You got to pop 50 balloons to get the bear." The man at the game grunts, reading her mind.
"I-I'll win it for you Maka.." Crona touches her shoulder, giving her a smile..his hand lingers on her a moment before he grabs her hand and leads her up to the table. "5-50 darts please."
The man puts a hand full of darts on the table before moves, getting out of the way.
Crona picks up four, putting them between each of his fingers before he pulls back and throws.
All four pop a balloon.
"Wow that was awesome Crona!" Maka beams at him.
"T-That was nothing..it's all in the wrist." Crona shifts before his gaze locks on hers's. " W-Why don't you give it a try?"
"Alright.." Maka grabs a dart, closing one eye she concentrates real hard, sticking her tongue out to the side.
She throws it..and somehow it bounces off the balloon it was suppose to pop and falls to the floor.
Maka blinks.
How the fuck does that even happen? She fucking sucks at this game-
Crona's giggle breaks her train of thought and she looks over at him.
"N-Nice try but..l-let me help you." Crona walks closer, putting a dart in her hand.
"I Got it." Maka grumbles stubbornly as she grips the dart in her hand, and goes back to concentrating.
"S-Suit yourself." Crona shrugs as he walks away form her to pick up some more darts for himself.
Maka narrows her eyes at the red balloon like it's her life long enemy. "This is the day you die.." Maka speaks in a country voice as she pulls back the dart and throws it, making a bang sound like she just shot a gun.
She watches in anticipation..
Only for the dart to bounce off it and fall to the floor again.
"O-Oh you definably got this.." Crona chuckles at the glare he gets from her before he stances. "Watch and learn."
Maka watches as the pink haired boy starts to twirl on his tip toes with darts between all his fingers on both hands, looking like wolverine. He twirls faster and faster till he's just a pink and black blur.
He jerks to a stop with his back to the balloons but he throws the darts behind him, not looking.
Maka scoffs watching the darts fly through the air..there's no way in hell that-
All eight darts pop a balloon.
Maka stares at the wall with her mouth wide open in disbelief before she looks over at Crona who is grinning at her.
"..How in the hell did you make that?" Maka stares at him with large eyes.
"I never miss." he smirks, his voice getting lower.
Maybe it's the fact Maka is still dazzled by his abilities that she doesn't catch the dark glee in the boy's eyes.
"A-Are you ready for me to help y-you?" Crona tilts his head sweetly.
..Maka looks back at the 12 darts on the board..all his..then she looks at the ones on the ground..hers..
"..Yeah." Maka sighs in defeat. "Just because I really want that teddy bear." She grumbles not noticing the boy creeping quietly behind her.
"I'll get you that teddy bear.." A dark voice whispers in her ear causing her to jump but Crona wraps his arms around her, steadying her.
"W-Whoa, I-I know your excited but calm down." He chuckles as he lets go of her and hands her a dart. "N-Now aim."
Maka looks at him wryly before she turns her attention back on the balloons. She takes a deep breath, closes an eye, aiming for a green one-
"N-No wonder you can't pop a balloon." Crona makes a 'tsking' sound as his eyes roam her body. "Y-Your position is all wrong. T-Try spreading your legs more."
Instead of letting Maka do this herself the boy walks over, and with his own feet he pushes hers a part.
"Perfect." Crona hums but it sounds more like a purr. "Now try."
Maka tries to concentrate on the green balloon again..but it's hard with Crona's gaze on her..and this dark feeling turning her stomach-
"Relax." Crona reaches around her and grabs the wrist with the dart, stopping it's trembling. his lips are against her ear, his body pressed against the back of hers, destroying any space they had between them. "You have to relax..now try." He lets go of her wrist and takes a step back. "Y-You can do it M-Maka." He gives her a sweet smile..and some how that calms her down.
She takes a deep breath, concentrates, and-
"I know what you did back there." His voice growls in her ear again causing her to yelp.
She throws the dart and it completely misses.
"Silly goose! What did I tell you?" Crona reaches over and grabs another dart, putting it forcefully in her hand, his voice is cheer full I nher ear but she knows it's fake now. "Try again!"
"Crona-"
"I'll help you...remember relax.." Crona grabs the wrist of the hand holding the dart again, his body being pressed against hers.
Maka can't relax.
"Get into position." Crona kicks her leg a little roughly causing her to fall forward on the table, being bend over it.
She hears Crona whistle.
"Now, now little one..this is a good position..but not for throwing darts." His voice is low..smug..
Maka can't help her body getting warm and she has to bite back a moan.
"Let's try this again.." Crona grabs her by her hair and lifts her up so she's standing straight again, Maka yelping in pain as he spreads her legs. "Now throw."
Her hand is trembling too bad...she can't steady it. She's too worked up.
"Here.." Crona purrs in her ear, his tongue licking the shell of it causing her to gasp as he grabs her wrist again. "Let me help.."
Maka can only nod numbly..her arousal growing by the minute a long with this dark feeling.
"It's all in the wrist." He sucks on the top of her ear, getting a moan out of her, a long with a mad giggle as he flicks her wrist, the dark being throw.
It pops the green balloon.
"Very good.." He pulls away from her, causing her to whimper.
Damn, why is she liking this so much?!
"It looks like we're out of darts...why don't you collect them back up?" Crona looks down at the empty table then back at her.
"Okays." Maka giggles as she walks around the table to where the balloons are. She's about to grabs one of the darts when one flys right beside her head, almost gazing her ear before it pops a balloon.
Maka turns around.
"Looks like we had more after all..." A crazed grin rips out on his face and before Maka can move he throws two darts at her.
They pierce through both of her hands. pinning her to the wall. Maka cries out in pain, blood dripping down her hands as she struggles with the darts..but they won't come out.
"It's not smart to get in front of a dart board little one." Crona smirks as he walks around the table. "You could get hurt..."
Maka growls in pain as she struggles ..but she knows it's no use..
She bows her head..the only sound once again is her blood hitting the concrete flooring.
That's when she starts to giggle. She throws her head back and laughs, her eyes dilated and shaking.
"Mmm." Crona groans as he takes a step closer. "Your using madness to hide your fear..but I want you to be afraid."
He throws another dart , this time it pierces her thigh.
Maka's laughter turns into a whimper, her eyes steadying at the pain.
"That's better.." He smirks. "I'm going to kill you...did you know that?"
He throws a dart, it popping a balloon by her head causing her to jump.
"But of course I still need to play the game..because I stick by what I say.." Crona's eyes narrow as he pops another balloon near her side. " Again you have displeased me.. You kissed him didn't you? Crona wasn't looking but I was. I'm always watching you little one."
He throws eight darts this time...each bitting a balloon around Maka.
"Tell me..what do you think I should do to you? What should your punishment be?"
Maka trembles, her eyes wide, her hands and thigh stinging in pain, sweat dripping down her face.
She can't respond to him.
"Answer me!" Crona roars, his rage shinning through as he throws a dart, this one piercing her stomach.
Maka cries out in agony..but she still doesn't respond.
"Still not listening to me?" Crona hums as he walks over, ripping the dart out of her stomach causing her to whimper. "You never listen do you little one?"
Crona uses the dart to rip open her shirt, his eyes roaming down her stomach to look at the wound with dark glee. He leans in and licks up the blood that fell below her belly button before going back up and sticking the tip of his tongue in the small cut. Maka groans half out in pain and half out in pleasure.
"Your so dirty.." he lifts his head up with her blood on his lips, his eyes dark with rage and lust. "So I guess the only punishment I can give you..." He takes a step back, pulling out eight darts from no where. "Is a painful death."
Maka moans in response, her blood dripping more into the floor as she thrashes against these darts but they don't give. Crona watches her body move hungrily before he throws all the darts at her.
One pierces her rib, her thigh, her arm, her chest, both her shoulder, both her wrists.
Maka only giggles...tears streaming down her face, as her blood leaks from her body.
"God your so fucking hot.." Crona growls, something dark dripping from his nose. "Scream for me.."
Maka bites her lip when a dart pierces her caller bone..she won't give him the satisfaction.
"You still won't listen...if only you would have listen to me..you would have love and I'd be fucking you silly right now but no. You choose to mess with that boy...well fuck you." Crona throws two more darts...
This time they go through her eye balls.
Maka can not even describe this pain as she cries out in agony, blood falling out of her eyes like tears.
"Oh yes.." Crona moans, his voice sounding closer. "Painful isn't it?"
Maka continues to scream as she feels the boy rub against her thigh, feeling his harden member bush against her.
"This is nothing like the pain you put me through.." He grabs her head. "At least for you...this torture has an end."
Crona twist her head.
A satisfying crack fills the air..
Maka's body goes limp, it hanging up only by the darts piercing her body..
It goes deathly quiet.
"I still love you.." Crona laughs madly, tears falling down his face.
Maka doesn't respond.
Her body limp...her blood staining the floor..
She hangs there like a broken doll nailed to a wall.
THE END.
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How much would you hate me if I really did that? Haha.
So i'm sorry for the wait..and you know I wanted to make this a fluffy nice chapter but as you see it didn't turn out that way.
A lot has been going on that I've been stressed out and..blah.
So I went to get my tongue pierced..and they told me I have a tongue that can't be pierced D: I was like 'nooooo!' You don't know how bad I wanted that piercing! I was so pissed off..so instead I forced myself to get two piercings at the same time. The Monroe and my belly button..there both cute but damn it I wanted my tongue!.
I was still in a happy mood after that..and I started writing this chapter..then I was told my aunt died and I had to go to her funeral so..yeah.
That's how this chapter was born.
Please review and tell me what you think..i know it was a bit dark and probably a bit again sorry if this was a let down..haven't been on my a game lately.