I'm feeling…seasonal. So I couldn't resist making up a story for Halloween, especially since there aren't many out there with Crona.

This story will only be three chapters long, so for those who worry about lack of updates on my other story, don't worry, they're in progress. My attention has just been on this story for awhile.

In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater, credit goes to Atsushi Okubo.

Maka tucked a strand of golden wheat behind her ear as she completed the final touches of her costume. She placed the last prop upon her head and lifted herself from her chair, examining her image in a nearby mirror. After her inspection was complete, Maka swiped a hand over the wrinkles of her peplos garment and collected her cloth wrapped arms in her front, feeling prideful of her appearance.

Eager to get a second opinion, Maka reached for her door and opened it, her eyes suddenly being met with a wall of thick darkness. She collected her brows together in puzzlement of the unlighted apartment, wondering if a power outage had occurred. But that was not possible, as the light from her room and the radiant orange beaming through the window of their living room countered that deduction.

But by knowing her lazy partner, she knew he probably didn't change the faulty lightbulb in their kitchen ceiling before it burned out …again.

While exhaling, Maka carefully advanced to the kitchen through the dark, and flipped on the light switch once her destination was reached. She squinted from the sudden awakening of the incandescent ceiling lights, and pouted at the small blips of dying flashes the bulb puttered out.

After their night of fun was over, she made a mental note to make Soul change that bulb under penalty of his candy stash being donated to the animals at the dump.

As the scythe meister turned her body to exit the kitchen, an open, furred maw inked with red greeted her face, a guttural roar ripping through the air and fanning her hair backwards.

Unimpressed, the lowered-brow Maka shoved her book into the creature's mouth, gagging it as the spine harshly clocked against the thin lining of the mouth's esophagus.

"Jesus!" Her assaulter's muffled voice exclaimed. The shredded suit monster staggered backwards, wrapping one of their clawed hands over their still open muzzle. "What the hell was that for?! You hit my damn teeth!"

"What do you think?" Maka answered, lounging the spine of her book on her shoulder. "For so badly failing in scaring me, I felt at least a punishing jab should be given." She smirked mischievously. "But just because you're even more of a mutt now doesn't mean you can come close to scaring me."

A growl left the masked jump-scarer. "I told you, I'm not a mutt." He grasped the furry skin of his neck, and yanked the mask up over his head, revealing an irritated Soul. "I'm a werewolf. There's a big difference." He bounced his frightening monster mask up and down by its black-haired mane. "See? Or do I need to put the mask closer to your face? I understand if your Asian blood is getting to you again. It wouldn't be the first time."

Maka was unphased by such a common insult from her weapon, and crossed her white cloth-wrapped arms. "Well, I personally don't see a difference. As your costume is so like your real self."

Soul's frown deepened, a vein throbbing in his temple. "Oh yeah? And what are you supposed to be? Some goody-two shoes librarian?"

Maka matched Soul's frown with her own. "You've got to be kidding me. My costume is so obvious!" She pointed to her gold-painted leaf tiara and the barn owl stitched on the fabric of her shoulder. "Not only does my outfit give away the time frame, but the owl should seal the deal. I'm Athena!"

Soul responded with a blank face, blinking multiple times. "Never heard of her."

"Never-!" Maka prepared to go off on another "importance of education" lecture, then remembered she was conversing with her lazy weapon who found lifting a textbook, let alone a book on Greek mythology, was some form of needless and strenuous arm exercise. So she decided to save her breath.

Sighing, she looked to the clock in their living room, seeing the minute hand was past 6:30. Impatient fingers tapped against her folded arms as her eyes darted to the clock and the apartment door.

Soul breathed out a lounging gust as he dropped his werewolf mask on the kitchen table. He slumped into a seat and rested his boots with protruding furry toes on the table's edge. "Ease up already, Maka. It's not like all the candy in the city is going to disappear if we're a little late. They'll all get here when they get here."

"I know."Maka responded. "But I'd rather get out there now before all the good stuff is taken."

Soul formed an expression of thought as his fuzzy claws moved to his chin, scratching the one part of his body that wasn't protruding with fake, brown hair. "You know, seeing as how we're all sixteen…can we even keep going trick-or-treating? I thought the end of line was like, fifteen."

"If that twenty-five year old couple we saw earlier can get candy by dressing up as Aunt Flow and a tampax, I'm sure we can too."

Soul shuddered, shaking his head. "Out of….all the things a person can dress up as…"

"Don't even ask me."

"Yeah, gladly."

A series of knocks rapped against the front door, catching Soul and Maka's attention. Maka told her weapon's annoyed face that company was here as she slapped his dirty boots off the table. The scythe responded by puppeting her nagging voice with his hand and blabbing with his eyes crossed. His meister challenged his mocking by flinging his werewolf mask into his face, shutting him up as she walked to the door.

As Maka opened the entrance to her apartment, her ears were assaulted with a sudden, sharp outcry. All her eyes were able to detect was a flash of purple before her body and arms became trapped by an attaching weight. The shrieks grew higher in pitch as the squishy body held her tighter.

"Maka~~!" A cheerful Patty sang. "You look so cute in your costume~!" The jubilant weapon detached from Maka to look at her fully, allowing the meister to see Patty was wearing a revealing purple cheerleader outfit that scarcely concealed her chest and thighs. "You look like a fancy owl tamer!"

Soul snickered while Maka shot him a dirty look, snarling, "Remember, Soul. You're making the goddess of wisdom upset. And I just happen to keep a lot of my wisdom in my books. So are you really that eager to receive my brain-racking knowledge?"

Her snide weapon shut his trap upon hearing her disguised threat, and Maka nodded her head in approval of his silence.

"Goddess of wisdom?" a curious voice asked. A tall blonde clad in a similar cheerleading outfit stepped through the door to stand by her sister. A finely plucked eyebrow was arched in wonder. "You mean like one of those gods from Rome or something?"

"Athena is from Greek mythology." Maka politely corrected while smiling. "But Rome does have their own version of a goddess of wisdom."

"A Greek god, you say?" A gentlemanly voice asked, the sound of shoes clomping into the room. "Well, it looks like I'll have an interesting replacement during this holiday."

Maka's face lit up as her friends started to pour into her residence. "Kid! What did you-"

Maka's words died in her throat as the teenage God stepped past his weapons, her eyes bugging from her skull. Soul's stifling snickers became more strained as a new costume entered his sights, covering his mouth with his fuzzy glove again.

"What's so funny?" Kid questioned.

"I think he finds your choice of costume more humorous than we did." Liz responded, an amused corner smile curving her lips.

The young Shinigami peered at the eldest weapon with a raised eyebrow. He turned his head, his antennae protruding from his headband bouncing as he inspected his regular suited form, and the set of majestic insect wings protruding from the sides of his shoulder blades. "I don't see what's so amusing about a butterfly costume. There are many more outfits on the streets that are more fitted for humor than mine."

A sharp sound vibrated the back of Soul's throat, the battle to hold in his laughter growing harder. "Dude, it's a butterfly costume; a costume for little girls. You could have chosen a much cooler Halloween choice than that. Like a Grim Reaper outfit, or a vampire."

Kid humphed at Soul's remark, crossing his arms like a pouting child. "Absolutely not. If I wore a Grim Reaper costume, I would be required to hold a scythe. But I would need to hold two scythes, as only then will it be symmetrical. So how can I possibly carry my two treat bags in each hand if they are occupied with two scythes? It's far too much work!"

Soul blinked while the teenage Shinigami's eyes twinkled like stars, his hands lifting up to the incandescent heavens while his butterfly wings gracefully showed their black and orange patterns. Neurotic admiration lilted his voice as he spoke, "Besides, if I were to be the halving line of this butterfly costume, I would make it perfectly symmetrical! I would be an icon of symmetry at its utmost perfection! They had no number eight costumes at the store, but this is so much better! Perfect symmetry shall gift this night that's infested with misshapen gowns, uneven hairstyles, and far too thick makeup!"

Maka stared in astonishment while Soul burst into laughter, Patty joining in with the scythe while Liz shook her head.

It was typical, really. As an obsessed divinity like Kid would choose such an outfit, not caring for the potential ridicule that could be placed upon him for it. The choice was…odd. Embarrassingly odd to be matter of fact. But she was glad that a simple costume could make one of her friends so happy…

She just hoped Kid wouldn't realize that if he truly was the halving line of his butterfly outfit…the left side would not match the other, simply due to the inconsistent streaks in his hair. But she knew better than to bring it up. And if she knew anyone else in her apartment well enough, they knew as well as her not to mention it.

"So," Kid began, looking to Maka. "Are we all ready to go?"

"Not yet." Maka replied. She worriedly looked to the clock again as she closed her apartment door. She wondered if a certain swordsman was able to make it through the crowds of people flocking the streets outside. "Crona isn't here yet, and neither are Tsubaki and-"

The door flung open with a mighty kick in front of Maka, the edge nearly grazing her nose as a loud voice yelled, "The Great Black Star is here!"

The sandaled foot that burst open the door and was raised in the air smacked onto the ground below, the image of a tan meister donned in a half-chest exposing chiton making himself known. He smashed a strong fist to his muscled breast, barking, "Look upon your God, as this is the only time of year when you may gaze upon my true for-!"

Blood flew into the air as a book dug into Black Star's face, projecting him into the wall of the hallway outside Maka's door. Silence floated between the group members as a fellow Greek costumed meister seethed heatedly.

"You idiot." Maka growled. "You could have hit someone by doing that! Like me! Are you that stupid as to not think of the consequences before you go kicking a door open?!"

Black Star's body fell out of the large crater in the wall, blood oozing from his mouth as he lay limply on the ground. The sound of wood clopping against the ground was heard, and a worried Tsubaki revealed herself.

"What happened?" She asked.

"It's Black Star." Soul commented, digging a plastic fingernail from his furry gloves into his ear. "So the real question is, what didn't happen?"

Tsubaki sighed, her face embarrassingly solemn as she looked down to her wooden geta sandals. "I see…I'm sorry about that. I tried to catch up to him, but he left me in the dust when we made it to this floor." She laughed nervously as her feet shifted on the floor. "I forgot how hard it is to run in these."

Maka waved off the ninja weapon's apologies, wiping the blood off the spine of her book on a glaring Soul's shredded suit. "Don't worry about it. It's not like you can control him."Her eyes narrowed as she gazed at Black Star, scanning his body to find a golden laurel rest on his head and a familiar lightning symbol on the clamp of his chiton. "But I can't say I'm surprised that he chose Zeus for his costume choice. I almost feel embarrassed for just wearing a costume that's related to him."

"Be lucky he isn't wearing that open rear patient costume he wore last year."Soul said. "He already spouts enough crap from his mouth, I don't need to see anymore coming out of that fake, shit-spewing ass he had too."

Maka shuddered in disgust, and her eagerness to get off the irritating subject that was Black Star rose. She aimed her attention away from the twitching ninja meister, and scanned Tsubaki's costume, admiring how the floral patterns of her red kimono and neatly tied up hair matched the image of a Geisha girl.

"You look really pretty, Tsubaki." Maka complimented kindly. "I guess Halloween is a good chance for you to get back into your Japanese roots, isn't it?"

Tsubaki beamed a lovely smile to the scythe meister, intertwining her fingers in front of her. "It is. I don't get many chances to wear outfits like this. It feels nice to be back in touch with home, even if it's only for a day."

"You can be in touch with home everyday if you serve me!" A screeching voice rang out. "It would be nice to have someone fan me while this dolt puts food in my mouth. So what do you say? You up for the job, servant girl?"

"R-Ragnorak!" A timid voice chided. "D-Don't talk like that to Tsubaki!"

"Well what the hell else is a Geisha girl for if not to serve you food and drinks?! What? You more into the entertainment part of a servant girl's duties than the feeding? Or is that just the same shit to you?"

"T-That's disgusting! O-Of course I'm no-OW!"

"Liar! You're just saying that because the wrong chick is-!"

"Ragnorak, t-that's enough!"

Maka's eyes brightened as the struggle outside her apartment door subsided. She watched as Tsubaki politely warded off mumbling apologies, coaxing the final piece of their troupe that was rubbing a neglected patch of hair through the doorway.

At first, Maka was elated, a wide smile decorating her face as he entered. But her happy expression morphed into puzzlement as she noticed the swordsman was still wearing his black robe, not a costume like the rest of their group wore.

Maka inclined her head to the side, asking, "Where's your costume, Crona?"

A quizzical expression came over Crona's face. "C-Costume?"

Maka smiled softly, remembering Crona's lack of understanding or knowledge toward holidays. "Costumes are fake outfits people wear to look like someone or something."Maka pointed to herself, Soul, and the other members of their group. "That's what we're all wearing, as well as every other kid that's running around in the streets."

Crona's brows gathered, realization dawning in his eyes." That's what those people outside were wearing?"

"What did you think they were?"

"…I-I thought there was some kind of madness outbreak happening. B-Because a lot of the costumes and people I saw looked, um-v-very...different."

Maka giggled while shaking her head. "No, silly. It's a holiday where you can dress up as whatever you want. Those kids are just following the dress-up custom."

"If that's the case then we don't need a costume!" The lounging weapon on Crona's head screeched. "Crona may look like a spineless wimp, but with me, he's the scariest motherfucker out of all you wanna-bes! We're genuinely scary!" A small hand pointed to Soul. "We're not some fake version of scary like baby shark over there!"

"Hey!"Soul snapped.

The sword turned to the Thompson sisters and their meister while cackling, "And we're much scarier than a stupid butterfly and skanky cheerleaders. What, you girls claim you're scary because you threaten to give your victims gonorrhea?"

Kid narrowed his eyes while Liz verbally retaliated Ragnorak. Patty smirked evily, cracking her knuckles while asking if the demon really wanted to know why they were scary.

"Ragnorak," Crona frowned toward his weapon. "S-Stop being mean to everyone. It's not nice to be rude to our h-hosts."

"Well these hosts don't even have any chips or dip out to feed us. How fucking rude is that?" The demon turned to Maka. "Just what kind of food extravaganza is this, tiny-tits?!"

"Ragnorak!" Crona glowered harshly. "I told you to stop calling everyone mean names!"He lifted his hands to punish a complaining Ragnorak, but Maka placed her hand on his shoulder, shaking her head.

"It's alright, Crona." Maka comforted, ignoring Ragnorak's continuous spouts and comments. "We're used to him by now. So don't worry." She kept her smile as her eyes inspected his body's frame, wondering something. "But we can't just let you go trick or treating without a costume…" She turned to Soul. "Hey, where did you put your costume from last Halloween?"

A curious white brow rose, an amused smile curving the scythe's lips. "It's in my closet." He looked to Crona and his smirk pulled wider. "And the props should be somewhere in there too."

Maka nodded and threaded her fingers through Crona's, guiding him toward the hallway while warding off his polite rebuttals with undeterred persistence.

This was his first Halloween ever, and she was going to do everything she could to make sure it was going to be one he would remember.

Once they reached Soul's room, she heard Ragnorak mutter something about scandalous alone time but Crona smacked the weapon's head before he could finish. The weapon scoffed before submerging back into his meister, and Maka began to investigate her partner's closet.

She ripped out dirty clothes blocking her path, and kicked them toward the door so she could make Soul clean them later. After minutes of digging through the mounds and fingering through the folded clothes in Soul's closet dresser, Maka finally found her target, and quickly fished it out.

"Here you go!" Maka chirped, pushing the clothes to Crona. "Soul got it at the last minute, and the store only had sizes that were bigger on him. So I don't think you'll have a problem fitting into it."

Maka searched for the costume's prop as Crona inspected the black jacket he held. His curious eyes blinked rapidly as he examined the set of chained pants that came with it. His nervous anxiety became more prominent as Maka pulled out the small, plastic guitar, hat, and a long, curly wig that came with the costume.

"And here's the rest!"She turned to Crona. "I'll leave you alone so you can dress up. Just tell me when you're finished and we'll put them on." She flashed him a comforting smile. "You can leave your robe on the bed until we come back."

As Maka looked at Crona, she saw a display of fearful concern etch his face. His fingers fumbled on the fabric of the costume and a curtain of hair hid his eyes as he lowered his head.

Worry infiltrated Maka and she placed a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Crona? What's wrong?"

He shifted underneath her touch, small teeth biting his lower lip. "M-Maka…i-if I wear this…," An audible gulp launched down his throat. "If I wear this...I-I won't look scary, will I?" His lowered head fell farther down. "I-I don't want to look more scary…t-then I already look like."

Maka smiled softly, shaking her head in refusal. "Don't worry, Crona. This is one costume of Soul's that isn't meant to scare. "An assuring smile stretched wide across her face as obsidian orbs met her leaf green. "And believe me when I say, you aren't scary. If anything, you just might be giving Soul a run for his money if you wear this."

Crona blushed and his expression relaxed, but the tension underneath her touch was still present. Uncertain eyes drifted to the wig and top hat she held. He winced as he murmured, "I-I don't mind the guitar too much…but I d-don't have to wear those, do I?"

"Not if you don't want to. I won't make you."

The rigid muscles beneath her palm eased, and a ghost of a smile twitched on his lips. He held the clothes tighter to him, responding as he looked at them, "O-Okay then…I-I'll wear this."His eyes met hers for a brief moment, then fled away. "Thank y-you."

"No problem! Just tell me when you're ready. We'll wait in the kitchen until you're done."

The costumed meister left Crona to change in peace and walked down the hall to join her friends in the kitchen.

"You find it alright?" Soul questioned, his clawed hands behind his head.

"Yes, he's changing into it now."

"What's he going to be?" Tsubaki asked.

"You'll see when he gets out." Maka smiled, slapping the thick arm of Black Star to get his rear end off the table.

"Alright then. But since we're on the topic of what we're all wearing." Soul started, peering over to the sisters. "I take it this a free show you're offering? Or are dollar bills involved?"

Patty brandished a smirk as she rose a challenging brow, and Liz folded her arms with a hip tilted. "Even if we were dressed as strippers, I'm insulted you would offer dollar bills. You taking us for cheap entertainers?"

"Fine. I'll make it five bucks."

"Expensive women like Patty and I don't do five buck offers, Soul. Not unless you want a show to be really crappy quality."

"Well, Soul may need to pay, but I sure as hell don't!" Black Star bellowed, resting his hands on his knees. "If your almighty superior asks for a dance, then you'll dance!"

Liz's bored expression twitched. "Black Star, not only would we never do a show for free, but just for you, we'll make it expensive enough so you can never afford it."

"Heathen! I'll send my forces after you if you don't!"

"Ha! Like who?"

A thick finger pointed to Maka, and he directed it back to the sisters. "Like Maka! If you deny me, I'll be forced to allow her to show you the power of the lightning God's army!" Black Star jumped on the table, an animated finger still extended out. "So go, Maka! Your father is counting on his favorite daughter! Reel them in and punish them with your chastity belt of doo-!"

Maka plunged her book into ninja meister's undefended crotch, his face's features scrunching tightly in pain. He fell from his standing stance to the floor below, holding his groin for dear life as he floundered about.

"I don't even know whether to be shocked that Black Star knows anything about Greek mythology…or just to stay angry." Maka grumbled, rubbing her temples to relieve stress. Laughter resounded all around her.

"Well…as I've said before," Tsubaki smiled uncertainly. She crouched down next to her flinching meister. "He does study when we don't see it."

"I was hoping that was in regards to the school's textbooks…but knowing him, it's better than nothing."

As small talk continued, and Black Star recovered from his treasured sword nearly being bent, Maka felt a soft hand tap her shoulder.

She turned to find a bashful Crona looking down at the floor behind her. A smile decorated her face as she saw his coltish limbs fit inside the zipped-up leather jacket perfectly, hidden almost as well as his robe did to him. The chained rocker pants hung perfectly off his hips and he tapped one of his cuffed boots tip against the other. His fingers dug into his jacketed arm as he waited for her critique.

"Perfect!" Maka admired, clapping her hands together. She took a hold of his shoulders and guided the anxious meister in front of her. "Take a look, everyone. Here's our last addition!"

Curious eyes drifted to Crona, and he shifted in his spot. His cheeks blazed. Patty giggled while commenting how cute he appeared while Soul gave him a confident smirk, giving him a thumbs up. The others smiled in approval and Black Star launched himself up from the ground to inspect the sword meister.

The costumed lightning god pouted overdramatically, scratching his chin. He looked to Maka, a theatrical frown on his face. "What is this? Some kind of rebellious tactic against me, Maka?" Black Star crossed his arms. "I'm disappointed in you! Father does not approve of you being with this rebel rocker-!"

A book sank into Black Star's gaping trap. Maka's scornful eyes glinted as she hissed through clenched teeth, "Drop the act, Black Star, and whatever else you have planned to say next. Or else I'll do more than just aim for your crotch and face. Next time, I just might get more creative."

Sweat slid down Black Star's face as he stared at her. He flung his arms about to shoo her away, spitting out the drool covered book as he looked away, grumbling, "B-But I suppose I can make an exception…but just for tonight!"

Maka rolled her eyes and directed her attention back to fiercely blushing Crona who kept his gaze away. A hand drifted to her cheek as she examined him. "I think you're only missing one thing." She swiped a set of black sunglasses on a nearby table and let it idle upon a flushed Crona's forehead. She put her hands back together once the image was complete. "There we go! Now it's perfect!"

"Hey," Soul began. "I can understand him needing my costume, but why my expensive shades? Doesn't he have enough?"

"Because you could do with a lot less junk laying around the apartment and Crona needs them to seal his costume's image." Maka quipped, helping Crona maneuver the plastic guitar onto his back. She turned to the swordsman, smiling brightly. "Right?"

He ducked his red face as he fiddled with the guitar's strap across his jacketed chest. His smile was small as he nodded.

A black cloud sprang from Crona's back, his weapon partner's peculiar head drifting down to examine his meister. "Well, can't say I'm at least a little disappointed. And here I was hoping Miss Bossy Pants would be able to get you into a fairy princess costume. If you ask me, that's much more suitable than looking like some hard rocker."

"We'd never put Crona in a princess outfit." Maka glowered.

"And why not? You fearful he'll look more fucking majestic than you?"Ragnorak grabbed the gangly, jacketed limbs from a protesting Crona. "Come on, he's got the pink hair, skinny body, and everything else that resembles a sissy! He'd look perfect in a tutu or a dress! I'm telling you, you're depriving him of some seriously good cathartic time on what he is here! He'd be the best damn princess ever!"

Maka's scowl turned harsher and she yanked Crona's limbs out of Ragnorak's grasp, claiming he'd get no Halloween candy if he continued to act such a way. He struggled in her clutches and finally silenced when being threatened with a quick meeting with a dictionary.

"If this is going to be a thing the whole night…maybe its better we start now." Liz sighed. "I already have to take care of one fussy kid, I don't know how long I can take dealing with another."

"Sounds good to me." Soul said, lifting himself up while grabbing his werewolf mask. "Free candy for three months, here I come."

"Alright, let's get raiding!" Black Star shouted, running outside the door with Tsubaki following after him.

Maka exhaled as her friends cleared her apartment, the only remaining member being the nervous swordsman beside her. "Well, then." Maka started. She picked up a spare pillowcase from the couch nearby and smiled as she handed it to Crona. "Are you ready for your first Halloween, Crona?"

Crona looked at the bag hesitantly, the foreignness of such an event clear on his face. But as he looked to her, a tiny smile pulled at his lips and he took the bag, one hand still holding his arm. "I…I think so."

"Good!"Maka took his hand, and helped guide his stumbling body toward the door. "Then let's go!"