Crona was about to call for Maka when he realized that she would eventually come back to return his robe. He could survive until then. Sucking in a deep breath he tried to calm his crazy nerves. He could deal with this. It would be embarrassing to ask for a towel but this was Maka. She wouldn't be upset or scorning. Crona reached for the bottle of shampoo labeled "Maka" and squeezed a dollop into his hand. Maka had told him to use her shampoo rather than Soul's because they each paid for their own personal hygiene products. Maka had said that because the school gave her a small sum of money for his care he should always opt to use what belonged to her if need be. Crona wasn't sure why but the idea that this shampoo was the same shampoo that Maka used to wash her gorgeous blonde hair made his spine tingle. He massaged the shampoo into his scalp and proceeded to rinse.

Without warning a drop of soapy water rolled into his eye. It burned! Crona yelped and rubbed his eye with his fingers. Unfortunately, he still had remnants of shampoo on his fingers and the burn only increased. He needed a towel to rub his ailing eye. There was no way that Maka was almost done washing his robe. Crona's stomach dropped even further when he felt the familiar pain in his spine. Ragnarok burst out of his back laughing.

"You are such an idiot!" The demon laughed obviously enjoying his meister's distress. "Let me see this." He grabbed the bottle of shampoo and read the label. "Do not come in contact with eyes. Looks like you're gonna die Crona."

"What!" Crona yelped and slipped on the bottom of the tub into the curtain. He grabbed on the fabric for support and gasped as he heard the plastic rings snap. As he and the curtain landed on the bathroom floor, shampoo rolled into his other eye. He shut his eye with a whimper and rubbed it, trying not to pay attention to Ragnarok's cackling. It took a moment for the embarrassment of his situation to sink in. There he was, naked and blind. He had broken the shower curtain and Ragnarok was out looking at his naked body. Could this get any worse?

"Crona!" Maka banged on the door. "Are you alright? I heard a loud noise."

"Dummy can't even take a shower without screwing it up!" Ragnarok laughed.

"I'm coming in!" Maka jiggled the doorknob. Crona opened his mouth to voice protest but all that came out was a squeak. "Blair!" Maka called out.

"What?" Blair mewed.

"Can you unlock this for me?" Maka asked.

"Oh trying to catch someone in the shower are we?" Blair winked.

"No!" Maka exclaimed, raising her hands in protest. "I just think he needs help."

"Whatever you say!" Blair giggled as she unlocked the door with a snap of her fingers. Maka burst through the door to see Crona lying in a heap on the floor, the shower curtain beneath him. He desperately tried to cover himself with his arms.

"I...I'm so sorry Maka I broke the shower!" He began to cry which only made his eyes burn worse.

"Damn kid got soap in his eyes." Ragnarok grinned. Maka's eyes widened in realization. She brushed past Blair and returned a minute later with a fluffy yellow bathrobe and a blue towel.

"Thank you, Blair." She said as she shut the bathroom door and knelt next to Crona. Blair let out a humph. "I'm not mad. Here's a towel." She placed the towel and bathrobe in his arms and turned away. "Change into my bathrobe for now. Your robe is in the dryer." Crona rubbed his eyes furiously with the towel until he could open them. He scrambled to put on the bathrobe.

"Maka?"

"Yes?"

"Well I never really washed my hair." Crona clutched his left arm tightly and looked to the ground. Maka turned and took a look at the frothy shampoo dripping from the boy's bangs.

"I see that. Lean your head over the tub please."

"What?"

"Your eyes need to be flushed thoroughly with water. That's what it says on the bottle anyway. That shampoo is an eye irritant. I'll real quick wash out your hair as well." Maka reached up and took the still running shower head hose off the wall.

"Um...ok" Crona sat down and leaned his head over the tub's edge so that he was facing the ceiling.

"This will hurt a little." She used two fingers to hold open his left eye. It looked bloodshot and irritated. With her other hand she brought the warm stream of water over it. Crona flinched and tried to close the eye but Maka's hold was firm. When she was satisfied she moved on to the right eye and repeated her action. She then diverted the stream so that it came down on his hair. Crona's face scrunched up as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. He longed to beg for a towel to wipe them but he didn't want to disrupt her. Fortunately, the shampoo rinsed out quickly because his hair was so short. "All done!" Maka threw the towel over his head and stood up.

"I'm...sorry." Crona wiped his eyes and opened them. They still burned.

"It was an accident. You're fine." She sent him that sweet smile that always warmed his heart. Then she giggled. "Your hair." Crona looked in the mirror and saw that his hair was sticking up in random directions and looked much more messy than usual. He grabbed his comb from the basket on the counter and fixed the mess.

Without another word Maka turned the knob and shut the door behind her. She figured she shouldn't hang over him while he freshened up. It wasn't as if he was a helpless child. Although he was ridiculously naive and prone to accidents. Soul often told her that she coddled him too much. Maka sighed and went into her room to prepare to leave. She opened her closet and picked out a pair of jeans and a yellow tank top. Turning on her CD player, she danced around her room as she took off her silky pajamas and replaced them with the outfit she had chosen. She sat down in front of her mirror and put her hair up in her usual pigtails. Scrutinizing her face she decided make-up wasn't really necessary today. Before making the waffles she had freshened up. That had been around 7:00. Maka yawned as she thought of just how little sleep she had gotten that week. Today was going to be rough. She knew that for sure. Pulling open her drawer she took out a wad of cash that her father had given her. She groaned inwardly at the thought of having to ask him for money. Her mom would never have accepted it. However, it was for Crona, so she could live with herself. She stuffed it in one of her purse pockets and went to the living room to find Crona curled up on the couch.

"Your robe's probably dry by now." She informed him as she went to fetch it.

"Thank you." Crona murmured when she returned and handed him his robe. He then went to the bathroom to change. After what seemed like an eternity he came out. "Ok Maka. I'm ready."

"You took a long time on purpose didn't you?" She smirked.

"N-no!"

"Don't lie to me."

"Maybe a little."

"Better. Now come on it's already 12:30." She grabbed his arm and forcefully pulled him out of the house and into the terrifying outside world.