(Author's note: I just looked up Ragnarok and realized that I have been spelling it wrong. Sorry about that.)

"Did you like it?" Maka asked once the movie's ending music began to play. "Crona?" She heard a slight sniffling and turned to see Crona's face scrunched up as tears trickled down his cheeks.

"Why do I feel this way about fictional characters?" He cried.

"I sobbed the first couple times I watched this movie." Maka giggled. "I'd be crying now but I'm too happy to."

"Why?"

"Because I'm here with you." She smiled as Crona blushed, his cheeks graying.

"I happy to be with you too Maka." Crona eyed the rug bashfully.

"I'm back!" Crona jumped as Blair burst through the door. "Oh the demon sword boy is here!" She exclaimed as sprang forward and tackled him in one of her lust inducing hugs. Crona yelped and struggled against her grip. Suddenly his arms went limp and Maka could only guess that he fainted.

"Blair stop!" Maka raised her book in the air. "I've told you to never do that to Crona! He can't handle it." Blair's eyes widened as she saw the book and she released the poor boy. He hit the ground with a painful thud.

"Aw but he's just so cute!" She mewed.

"Look at him! He's out cold. Ugh! Blair not all boys appreciate being hugged like that." Maka rolled her eyes as she dragged the unconscious Crona to the couch. As she picked him up she realized just how frail the boy really was. He was taller than her yet he couldn't weigh much more than 100 lbs. He had fattened up considerably since his time at the DWMA however he body still reflected the effects of his starvation under Medusa. She made a mental note to buy some vitamin supplements to help him and to make sure he ate more. After all, she couldn't let someone under her care be unhealthy now could she?

"I could splash him." Blair conjured up a pumpkin shaped mug with a flick of her fingers.

"No, it was almost time for bed anyway." Maka sighed as she covered him with the burgundy blanket that they had snuggled underneath during the movie. She lifted his head and placed one of the couches silky pillows underneath it.

"Alright." Blair grabbed the mug and took a sip. She walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

"You could at least apologize." Maka grumbled. She hated it when Blair did that to Soul but it was even worse when she did it to Crona. Soul secretly enjoyed while it did nothing but terrify Crona. Maka kissed him on the cheek softly and went to her own room to sleep. She wondered why she felt so protective of the boy. From the start something about him just made her want to keep him safe. Was it the fact that he was so anxious and naive? It was true that he was like an overgrown child. Maybe it was a motherly instinct? Maka knew one thing for certain. She had vowed to herself the first time she hugged him that she would save him and she had kept that promise. No matter how many times Crona told her that she should give up on him she never would. Maka nestled underneath her yellow covers and closed her eyes peacefully. It wasn't long before she drifted into a restless sleep.

Maka opened her eyes to see a stone ceiling above her. She sat up with a start. It was Crona's cell. Only the room was bare with no sign of the timid meister.

"Crona!" She screamed. "Crona!"

"Crona's gone." Maka turned to see Professor Stein standing in the doorway with a glum look on his face.

"No! He would never run away again!" She gasped.

"Who said he ran away?" Stein laughed. Maka gasped as his face twisted into three pulsing red eyes. "Turns out you were a terrible caretaker Miss Albarn. Lord Death had revoked your status and put Crona to death." Maka pushed past him and ran down the dungeon corridor. She rushed up the steps and pushed the door but it wouldn't budge.

"Crona!" She screamed as she banged the door with her fists. Sweat drizzled down her forehead and into her eyes. She blinked but her vision didn't improve. Suddenly the floor beneath her began to sink. It was the madness. But how could that be? Asura was dead and Crona and Soul were both stable. She was down to her shoulders now. Furiously, she tried to kick her legs but they wouldn't budge. Maka was frozen.

"Maka." Groaned a familiar voice. "Why couldn't you save me Maka?" Maka stretched her head to look behind her and saw Crona. Only this wasn't the Crona she knew. Black blood dripped down his face and his lips were twisted in an insane smile.

"I thought I did! Crona I swear! I'll do anything!" Her words were drowned out as she sunk deeper.

"Did you know my blood is black?" Came the insane giggle.

Maka awoke with a start. She could feel the sticky wetness of sweat that drenched her body.

"Not again." She groaned. For the past two weeks she had had similar dreams almost every night. She knew that her worry for Crona was taking a toll on her. Her worst fear was losing him. She had lost him twice before and she was determined to keep him by her side. Especially now that her honor was on the line. If something went wrong with Crona it was all on her head. But it wasn't just the honor. She loved him. She hadn't quite figured out how much she loved him. Was is true that he simply brought out her motherly instinct? Or was it beyond that? Maka still wasn't sure. She tiptoed out of her room and went over to the couch to check on the sleeping boy. Even though she knew that her dream was just that, a dream, she felt calmed to see Crona safe. Sure enough, he was sound asleep on the pillow. Maka guessed he was so tired that he had fallen asleep right after fainting. She smiled and went back to her bed. As she gazed up at her white ceiling she sent a silent prayer that the nightmare would not come again.