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{{ Crona was by himself today. He usually would be hanging around maka, his first and best friend, but she had gotten sick from a prank soul had done. although he was shy and timid, he would be beside her on her sick bed, but death, the only person he could talk to beside maka, told him it would be best if she was left alone to sleep and get better. So there he was, on the outside of the building, sitting in the shade on the left side of the wall, where no one could see him, trying to write poetry. He did write a poem once, but it depressed maka and others so much that they had sat in a corner and wished they had never been born, which he soon joined them in. He was glad maka was his friend though, although he was strange, quiet and timid, and wore a long black robe that often helped people asume wrong about his gender. He liked it because he was confertable, and he was use to it. At least it wasn't like the dresses medusa forced him to wear when he was young either. He looked down at his failure of a poem and closed his little checkerd notebook to see a small purplish-blackish cat staring up at him. It wore a hat and its golden eyes seemed to stare into him. His nerves jumped, as he wasn't expecting such a creature to be there at all. He felt nervous and a bit scared, seeing as he had never been near a cat before. "S. . .shoo. .. . " He said, attempting to wave his hand at the animal, but it stared at him with no intention, or it seemed, to move. In face, it rubbed its head against his hand and seeing it didn't hurt him, he opened his frightened eyes and looked down at the cat. "u-um. . . . . . P-Please don't hurt me. . . . " He said as it came a bit closer. After a while of it being near him, his nerves seemed to relax, and the more he looked at the cute creature with the little hat on, he found it to be most adorable and kinda interesting. He reached out to touch it this time and after a few attempts, suseeded. He was able to stroke it down its back with index, middle and forth finger, but didn't touch it with his thumb or pinky. He picked it up gently from under the arms and stomach and set it down in his lap tenderly. "Your . . .not bad. . . . " He said, beginning to pet it like anyone elts would, but much slower and more timid. "Your so cute. . . . . I don't feel scared around you like I do others.. . .maby because your not like those in my class. . . " He smiled a tiny smile and let himself enjoy this strange yet curious moment, saying the phrase 'Pritty Kitty' from time to time..}}

{{ Crona didn't think it strange for a cat to grin. .okay maby a little bit. . .but what scared him was suddenly the cat and him were surrounded by a cloud and his lap felt heavy soon after. When the puff of smoke cleared, the cat was no longer there, but a woman with the same hat the cat did. He was scared and scarred more was that this woman who was once the cat he had began to talk to shoved his face into her womanly chest in her glomp-ish hug, and even touching his hand! Crona didn'
t like this woman touching him, at least, he wasn't use to it. He liked Maka's hug's better, the things on this womans chest were so big they made it hard to breath and it was unusual for his face to be there. He didn't know how to handle this, handle having a womans chest pressed against his face in a way he couldn't breath. He liked to brath and this was preventing that very well. He didn't know what to do, or why she was grazing her 'claws' on his neck in a way that tickled and made him so nervous and shy. He wasn't good aat coping with new things, and this person was doing alot of things he couldn't cope with. To top it all off, she was telling him that they needed to take a bath together? He felt his face was warm with fresh emberessment and he was terrified byond belief. He didn't know how he would cope if he was to bath with this woman. He was forced to bath with ragnarok, but thats because he was a[art of him and he tended to pull on his hair or hit him if the water was too hot or too cold. Flailing his arms in an attempt to get free, but didn't know how to get free without touching her, non or in a seemingly perverted way, crona was at a loss. He wasn't use ot any of this, but maka told him to face new things head on, even if he didn't know what to do. Wait, did she say cute? He didn't know how to handle being called cute. He finally had gotten a hand onto her arm, the one she wasn't touching and pushed himself, with as much strength he could must which wasn't much, out of her busom and gasped for air. He still wasn't use to human contact. The only contact he was use to was ragnaroks, and he didn't like it because when he touched him it hurt because he beat on him and pulled his hair. If he were to hug him it wouldn't feel pleasent either ebcause he would probobly crush him. He liked maka's hugs, although he had only gotten one, but it was soft and new and it was better than what he imagioned ragnaroks to be, or this womans. "H-H-Hold o-o-on. . .." He stuttered. He wasn't use to being with people without maka, so what would he do? He didn't know how to deal with a situation like this! "U-Um. . .I. . .think you have me wrong. . . I. . .I'm not c-c-cute. . .and i-isn't taking baths with woman wrong? U-Uh. . ." His body was trembling from his extreem nervousness and fear of this unknown person. He was so shy and timid so what would he do? "I-I don't know how to handle a situation like this!" He said aloud this time. He said it alot, so it was like his catch phrase, but he ment it, so it was unintentional to become one. }}

{{ This girl confused him with each thing she said. It was wrong for total strangers to take baths together . . .especially because they were opposite sex from each other! How to deal with this. . . .of if only maka were here! Maybe she didn't know that he was indeed a he, despite his feminine-looking robe, and his Androgynous features. Aftef she said something about whipped cream, he gulped and wondered why she would say that if she thought crona was a girl too. What did it mean, whipped cream and him, to this woman? He didn't know what to do! "U-Um. . .I-I think you don't know but-um. . .I-I'm a boy-S-So b-bathing together. . .I-Its impossible. . .-um . .. " He was losing his nerve and his voice was becoming more and more quiet. He didn't know how to deal talking with this stranger! He was easily frightened, especially by people he's never met before. Well, she did say to go to her house and get to know each other. . .but he wouldn't have the inner strength to talk or do anything without maka beside him. He looked up when she began to beg and persist on that he come.He didn't know how to deal with this! Nothing like this had ever happened to crona before! What would maka do? "U-Um. . . .I.. .Wouldn't make good company . . . .U-Um . . Oh, I don't know how to deal with situations like this!" He mumbled to himself the last part, his hands on either side of his face; he could feel himself tremble. He looked away when her chest began to sway around. He just wasn't that type of boy to stop and stare, and he didn't know how to handle something like this. She said she was all alone . . . he could relate to that for he often was by himself. "B-But. . . .My friend maka .she might need me . . .s-she's sick and I. . .What if she needs me?" It was easy to tell he was thinking about what she ha asked, because crona usually did fall under and be submissive when it came to being pressured to do something. I don't even know her name. . ..or where she lives! B-But. . . He looked at her pleading face and felt guilty for some reason. I feel like I shouldn't leave her this way. . . .maka didn't let me be alone. . .so... she wouldn't let this girl be alone either. . . .so I shouldn't. . . . " U-Um. . . Miss. . . " He paused and she told him her name. "O-Okay. . .Miss Blair. . .U-Um. . . I-I guess I could c-come to your house. . . b-but. . .I-I'm usually not much of a. . .talker. . ." The more he spoke the softer his voice became, which it had throught the entire conversation. What could crona do? He was weak willed and often gave into peer pressure. I'm not used to people touching me. I'm not use to people begging me for something, as if I'm the only one who can help them. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to cope with it. }}

{{ She was laughing at him. He didn't know how to deal with someone laughing at him because of something he had said. . . He looked up at her again when she said she knew he was a boy. "B-But then why would you ask. . . I-If you knew I was a boy. . . . ." He ment about the bathing thing, which he still couldn't wrap his head around the idea. He felt better when she wasn't sitting in his lap. He wasn't use to people touching him, wether it was sitting on him, or touching his shoulder or hand or neck, He didn't know how to deal with such things! When she mentioned maka, he felt somehow relieved. She met maka, so she couldn't be a bad person if she met maka because maka was a good person. But when she mentioned maka trying to kill her, he got confused. Maka tried to kill her? Why? How would he handle it if she did? He could still care for maka, because maka was his first friend, the first person to show him warmth. His nerves jumped when suddenly something from the ground picked them up and flew them. He didn't know how to deal with flying, or being this high up from the ground. When they had arrived at their destination, blair jumped off the pumpkin, but he was still sitting on it, and when it dissapeared he landed on his a** , but not too hard, seeing it was close to the ground. Standing, crona patted himself off gently, feeling pain in his butt, which was not comfertable. He didn't like pain, It hurt! What looked like a house was made of two pumpkins in a dark creepy wood-forest like place. She had came from behind him and pushed him inside before she entered and he crossed his arms to grab hold of his for-arms and in a way, make himself smaller. He didn't know how to handle being in a place he's never been before, with someone he didn't know. He felt unnerved and frightened, especially looking over his shoulder to seee her shutting the only exit he knew of. Then rihght after, she went on again on him taking a bath. "N-No. . .I. . .I'm okay. . . ." "YOU SUCK CRONA!" Said a familiar voice, and the next moment he gasped out in pain as ragnarok came out of his back, but still attatched at his torso to crona's back, to lean on crona's head. Ragnarok began to pull at crona's face. "You Idiot! This is your only change to score with a hot babe, which you don't deserve, and your too much of a pansy to do anything right about it!" "I don't wanna score and please stop pulling on my face that hurts!" Ragnarok began to beat on his head now, one round hand after the other. "Once she knows what your really like she'll hate you just like the others! Your lucky she's too nice to you , you brat!" "Stop! I don't know how to handle a situation like this! Ow! Stop it! I said stop ittttt!" Crona was reaching his limit and soon his hand shot up forcefully and landed an uppercut onto ragnaroks jaw, which just made him angrier. He began tugging on crona's face and hair. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE BEING HIT BY YOU? ITS A DISCGRACE! YOUR LUCKY I DON'T-" And the argument went on and on. }}

{{ Blair thought ragnarok was cute, so she must've ment she didn't think crona was the cute one anymore. He didn't know how to handle not being cute to someone, as he often didn't know how to handle alot of things. Maby he did something wrong to make her not think he was cute. To be expected, but i was okay, he guessed. He often messed things up alot anyway. He was positioned arkward because now blair was hugging ragnarok which left him to stand in an awkward position he wasn't use to. Wat he didn't know is why she said he didn't like her, when he never said such a thing! He just couldn't understand her, but he could understand not saying he disliked her. Then she went n again about taking a bath, but this time she was including ragnarok, which was okay because he was a part of crona, but for some reason it made him wonder if her asking that was because he wasn't enough or good enough anyway. He just didn't know how to deal with it! "I'd love to babe! But sorry I'm stuck to suck a loser!" Ragnarok said, enjoying his attention. Then a loud grumble came from crona's stomach and he placed his hands delicaately one over the other, ontop of his stomach. It did that often,because he forgot to eat alot. He blushed when blair looked at him after his stomach growled. "Sorry." He said, as if he had control over his stomach making noises. }}

{{ When blair mentioned pie and his friends, he did feel a bit better and somwhat more confertable, but not completely, in her home now. When she left he had gone to where she directed to where there was her living room and did find fresh pie that was still warm and some earl grey tea. Ragnarok, being bored, went back into his body after he had watched blair leave. He tentetively went to grab a plate and get a slice of pie when the doorbell rang. He got up to answer it, peeking through a crack and letting out a nervous "Hello?" There was soul, maka and and even kid, just like she had said. But what matered mostly, not to be mean with his own thoughts, but maka was his source of strength and comfert. Maka smiled and pushed her way in, glomping crona into a hug. "I was so worried!" She told him, holding his really close. He wasn't use to hugs, but he liked maka's hugs, that much he was cure. Would it be okay for him to lift his arms and hold her back? Maka did always say to take risks. So he did and lightly placed his hands onto her back. "W-worried?' Surely she wasn't worried about him? He would feel so guilty if she did! She pulled away to look at him and nodded. "Of course! To hear you'd been captured by the witch blair! She's evil!" She made a point by using her inxed fingers to make devil horns on her head. He held his hands out in front of him defensively. "Oh no. . .I. . .I wasn't kidnapped. . ." Death , who had come in too, raised an eyebrow. "You came here willingly? I told you maka-OH MY!" He spotted the perfectly symetrical pie and went to it, determined to admire it, then cut it completely symetrical, into eight peices, his favorite number. Soul had taken a seat in the livingroom and maka led crona bath there. They had brought todays lesson, then he realized he had accidentily skipped out on school today. He didn't know how to handle being in trouble! "Here. . .I'll show you how to do todays problems so your not behind. . okay?" She said, handing him his peice of the pie. He nodded and carefully took it, along with the spoon and ate little bites at a time, making sure there was wipped cream in every bite. He knew he liked it better with the wipped cream. Just as they had started on the fifth problem, and crona was begining to understand just a little bit, blair came in just in a towel and ended up having it fall offf of her body. He felt his face blush slightly as he immediately looked down at the book as soul fell backward and nosebleeded, and then kid mentioned something about being symmetircal and blair. Maka stood up and glared at blair. "PUT BACK ON YOUR TAOEL, AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN CRONA SHOUDL'VE JOINED YOU? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?" She hissed angerly, ready to hit blair with a maka chop. Maka had been sitting so close to him that he could feel the absence of her warmth as she stood up. }}

{{ Perhaps it wasn't his way to judge, but he felt that she should be more conservitive. He felt himself blush when she went from where she stood to around the couch to hide behind him. He was going to ask maka for help but she had begun to beat up poor soul, who blair thought was manly. Crona must've not been manly or cute to blair, for she said no such thing. When she worded their encounter in a weong way, onkly death seemed to be listening, but he lifted his hands up in defence and started to blush faintly. "N-No. . .it wasn't like that. . .she was a cat and I -I didn't know she was human. . . . .then she told me to take a bath with her and I told her no. . ..a-and she's saying things like . . .Oh I don't know how to handle a situation like this! " And with that, blair had somehow managed to grag crona over thr couch and into the bathroom with imense speed. Now here, in her bathroom, she was pleading with him to play with her? He didn't know what that ment. Hefelt her nails drag down his back and he couldn't ove anywhere away from it unless he came closer and into her chest like she mooshed them together anyway. And because her enormous chest melons were pressing against his dainty frame, his head, just above her chest, so in his position his head was already set to look up and at her face, seeing as she was holding him so close. Ragnarok came out of his back the moment he was wondering how or what she ment by 'be a man'. He was a boy, but wouldn't be consitered a man until he was about twenty right? Crona just didn't get it. "This dimwitt can never be a man! I on the other hand, know how to treat a lady. Just give up on him anyway! He's useless, I bet he;ll fail even more as being a lover!" Ragnarok attempted to discourage her from wanting crona, while putting him down at the same time like he always did. But what did it mean to be a lover? "I.. . I'll be a man when I'm twenty. . .r-right? A-And I don't know what a nose bleed is or how it makes you a man faster, or what a lover is.. . b-b-b-but um. . ." He couldn't get away from her grip. "I-I don't know how to handle a situation like thissss!" He whimpered, feeling trapped and scared. }}