(No lengthy A.N. This time, sorry for being late, bla bla, on with the story!)

Crona POV

The lady may be my mother, but I don't always know how to deal with it. She never acts like one, untill now. When I came home, she rewarded me. She smiled, and I was given food, and she didn't lock me in the dark. She even hugged me.

It didn't feel right.

I wonder if it would have felt right if the Maka girl had hugged me. I guess il never get to know. I shouldn't have stabbed the little rabbit. I could have had a friend. But I messed up.

I mess everything up.

"Crona, come over here please."

my lady always calls me over and over, many times a day. She sits there, asking me questions. She's always experimenting, trying to find the right way to fix the black blood, make it better. I hate it when she gets into this type of mood.

"I have another job. That weapon and meister pair you fought?"

"Yes, the girl was nice to me, I don't know how to deal with it... It's sad. She was different, I think."

"They didn't die."

What? She didn't die! I could apologize, I didn't want to take her soul. Or have her die like all the others. Maybe I still have a chance-

"I want you to exterminate them. They're standing in our way."

And that was the last straw.

"Crona, she said we were supposed to go kill them. I know your thoughts. This isn't gonna work, you know. You the son of a witch... And a b*** for that matter. They won't let you in. They'll kill you, and when they kill you they kill me! Turn around, dumbass!"

He started poking me, and squishing my face, and... Gosh, he pulled my dress up again! Maybe he doesn't know if I'm a boy or a girl... No. That's stupid. I'm a boy, and he knows it. For once in my life, I know how to deal with something. And I'm going to deal with it right now.

"Ragnaroc, stop poking me, and put my dress down! We're going to the academy, and that's final! Stop it now, I'm fed up with your crap, I don't know how to deal with you!"

"fed up with my crap? Well sir, excuse me, but you're the crappy one here."

"I wish my blood was red."

He stopped poking me, and quieted down.

"What did you say?"

I looked up, throwing myself into a kind of backbend to look at him while still right in the middle of the road.

"I said I wish my blood was red. That way when I blush I wouldn't look grey. That way you wouldn't bother me. That way if I died, I wouldn't be happy not to have to share every waking moment with you!"

He looked back down at me, and shut up. I think about five minutes later, he went back into my bloodstream.

And about two painfully quiet hours later, we approached Death City in the dark.

Maka POV

I had to spend almost a week in the infirmary. Kids came to say hello, and left. The bedside table was covered in medicine, get well soon cards, and small notes. A basket by the bed held small gifts like candy, a book, (I'd read it twice since I got it.) and sketchpads.

Soul spent a lot of time here. He always asked if he could get me something, and the first day I said my books. After that, I said I was fine, and he was sad. Once, when he left, I said. "Soul, I'm in this bed because of something I did, not you. Don't worry about me, okay?"

I think that made it worse.

Kid had come in and organized the medicine, patty had drawn on the walls, and given me a box of pop tarts. "I had to eat a whole lot of plants to get them. Don't tell Kid it was on purpose!" (Reference to my other fanfic, sorry if you don't know what it is) Liz found patty, grabbed her by the collar and rolled her eyes.

"Maka, please get better soon, okay? Kid keeps freaking out, because you were the only symmetrical one in class, whatever that means. We all miss you. It's not right without you, so hurry up and get better."

Then she dragged both of the shorter students out of the infirmary, while Kid screamed about how the meds weren't symmetrical.

I have no idea what Patty was talking about.

Tsubaki came, but blackstar wouldn't stop being stupid, so she dragged him away.

just about the only one who didn't come was my papa.

Spirit POV

lh Maka, your papa loves you, you know that right? Maka your papa loves you more than anything in the world! I'm sorry I ruined things with mama she was perfect to good for me! Papa loves you Maka! And I am going to prove it!

I'll just climb to the window of the infirmary, and shout it to her! Then she'll know how much I care for her! Papa loves you Maka!

I climbed to the window and saw here there, reading. She reads to much, just like her Mother, oh she gets more perfect everyday!

I let go of the railing, and started calling to her.

"Maka papa loves you!"

but at that moment the little blue haired brat came in and yelled louder than me! He ran up and stomped the floor, and I fell. I couldn't get up for a while, and decided Maka could go on without me. I couldn't go the normal way, of course.

Steinn was there.

Crona POV

"hello!"

No one answered. I made it to the DWMA, and I wanted to find Maka. She was hurt, so I looked for the infirmary.

once I found The back of it, a red haired man in a suit started calling to me.

"help, I can't get up. You're young and strong, help me up please!"

"I'm not that strong, and your freaky! I don't know how to deal with freaky people!"

"You could kill him."

"Hush, Ragnaroc!"

I left him screaming at me and throwing a fit, and climbed the wall. When I got to the window, I just rolled inside.

"Maka? I'm sorry Maka, I didn't want to hurt you and-"

She sat up in bed, and looked at me. Right in the eyeballs. Hers went small, and lighter after she blinked.

"You have a broken soul, and your weapon is dominating you."

She blinked again, eyes going back to normal.

"And if you didn't want to hurt me..."

"her weapon partner, the one with the shark teeth and white hair came into the room, one arm transformed into a blade.

"If you didn't want to hurt her, then you shouldn't have thrown the knife."

My blood is black you know. Ragnaroc could have stopped the cut, but he lay still. And it was really easy to tell what color it was seeing it spread on the white tile floor, even if Maka was screaming.

I hope she wasn't screaming at me.