A/N: Just some quick notes before the story. This is after the anime series. Crona is living with Maka, Soul and Blair in their apartment. This is a CronaXMaka, and Crona's a BOY! And a Big thanks to Coli Narago for editing this for me, and added the last couple of sentances. OK, enjoy.

Did you know my blood is black? Did you know that every move I make, every breath I take, every thought I think is shared with another? Sometimes I wish I was like any other teenager. Going to parties or staying up late studying. Even being with the girl I love. But that would never happen. Not as long as he was still inside me. As long as the life giving liquid that keep me alive is a demonic black.

I'd been spending more and more time with Professor Stein. We had talked about the possibility of separating Ragnarok and I. My life long harasser was all for it.

"To be free of this loser? Where do I sign?" He seemed more then happy to be able to do what he choose, and not have to dictated by what I did. But I still wasn't sure.

He had always been there with me. While I was in the dark, or when Medusa would beat us, even when we came to the academy. If he was gone, for once I would truly be alone.

"You would still have to be partners." Professor Stein had explained to us. "Your souls are so intertwined you would never find another partner again." He had spent countless hours showing and explaining to us how it would be done. When it was all over, my blood would still be black, and Ragnarok would still be able to harden it while we were touching, but we would finally be two separate beings. I had talked it over with Maka and everyone else. Almost everyone thought it was a great idea, but when it came to the opinion I cared most about, Maka couldn't decide what she thought about the whole thing.

After months of planning, it was finally the day. The surgery lasted 12 hours, and recovery a few weeks. After the first day my part was over. But for a few days afterward I could still hear Ragnarok's screams as they worked to keep him stabile. When they finally brought him out of the operating room, his whole body was a mess of bandages. I had nightmares of him that way even years after.

It was about two weeks after I was out of the sick bay before the bandages were removed from Ragnarok's face.

I held Maka's hand tight as each of the gaze strips came off. My eyes were shut when the final layer came off.

"Oh my god." I opened my eyes to see Maka with her hand over her mouth. I couldn't look. But I had to.

He had hair and skin, and for the first time, a real face. He had told me so many times how he wanted a face of his own. It wasn't his own, but it was still a face. His hair was short, and pink. The purple strikes almost looked like highlights. He turned to look at me. It was looking in a fun house mirror. He looked just like me, apart from the two rows of stitches that ran down from either eye, and a look of joy and contempt.

"So, Ugly, how do I look?" It was no doubt that that voice belonged to Ragnarok, but coming from a mouth that looked like mine, and the irony of his sentence was just to much to bear. I ran to the hallway and threw up on the tiles.

"Crona!" Maka had her arms around me. "Crona, are you gonna be ok?"

"Why, Maka?" My voice was shaking "Why does he look like me?"

I wasn't the only on upset by the out come. When Ragnarok finally got his hands on a mirror, nearly beat me to death. I guess I deserved. Professor Stein told us that because we had been infused for so long that my physical features, had developed under his mask.

"You didn't have much of a face really. The shape of your skull and the shape of Crona's are almost identical." Stein try to explain to Ragnarok as best he could.

"So they're like twins?" Maka held my hand though the whole conversation.

"Exactly." Stein light another cigarette. "And Ragnarok's anatomy isn't stable enough to attempt so kind of surgery to charge it. For the time being, there's nothing to be done."

"So I'm suppose to run around looking like him!" Ragnarok pointed accusingly at me.

"Well you don't have to look exactly like Crona," Maka cut in. "Those scars will never go away, and we could always cut or dye your hair." Maka was so smart, and so calm. Those were the things I loved about her most.

"And I'm going to be taking beauty tips from you, Ugly?" I wanted to hit him. But Maka did it for me. Ragnarok's new face was already bleeding from the impacted of Maka's copy of Pride and Prejudice.

"Tsubaki and I will be over tomorrow to dye your hair. Come on Crona." We left Stein smoking and Ragnarok rubbing his forehead.

"Are you okay, Crona?" Maka put her hand against cheek.

"I'll be fine." I had my knees pressed to chest. Soul and Blair were fighting in the other room. I cringed every time something fell.

"Why don't you go lay down. You look pale." I did as she asked, but couldn't sleep. All I could think of Ragnarok's screaming voice.

"It's your fault! You idiot! It's all your fault!" His words rang in my head all night. At some point, Blair came in and sat on the foot of my bed.

"What's got you all down in the dumps?" Blair's perpetually cheerful and ignorant attitude shone through, even if those around her were breaking down. To be honest, I didn't always know how to deal with it.

I didn't answer her.

Apparently that was alright with her, because she just transformed into her fluffier form and fell asleep at the foot of the bed.

I watch as her chest rose and fell. Then i remember something, that caused me to stop breathing for a moment. Tomorrow would be Ragnarok's first day of school.