Whispering shadows

The Awakening

again with the disclaimer -mutter mutter- dontownsouldeater -mutter- oh well thats done. this is kinda a filler chapter, but please leave a comment. pretty please?

Crona watched the strange girl sleep in the sick bay. Who was she? Her power was something he had never seen before, and he was worried how much damage she had inflicted on herself, since she had been asleep for almost two days.

A sigh from the girl snapped him out of his revive and he watched her face as she frowned in her sleep. Her black curly hair was spread across the pillow, washed free of blood and shining in the afternoon light, her hands tangled in the thick mane. Her long eyelashes cast shadows on her pale cheeks. A lock of hair fell across her face, tickling her nose. Without realising what he was doing, Crona reached out and tucked it behind her ear; he let his fingers rest there for a moment, tangled in her hair. Suddenly he noticed what he was doing and jerked his hand away, standing up so he could shove them in his jean pockets before they could do anything else of their own accord.

Maka and Soul walked into the sick bay with professor Stien, and were surprised to see Crona already there

"Oh, hey Crona, how long have you been here?" Asked Maka

Crona, who was still looking at the girl jumped at the question "O-h, uh I-I dunno, a while, I suppose."

Soul smirked at Crona "Well at least stop staring at her man, you look like a pervert, so un-cool."

"Yea Crona you're a little pervert!" shrieked ragnarok, appearing from the skinny teen's spine

Crona blushed and looked up guiltily "w-what? N-no! Don't mean to, it's because she hasn't woken up yet."

"No Crona, don't worry she'll be fine" assured Maka glaring at Soul, "right, Stien?"

"Definitely" said Stien, cranking at the screw in his head. Placing a cigarette in his mouth, he headed out of the room calling "she'll probably wake up soon anyway"

As if on cue the girl started to stir, her eyelids fluttering open and her big blue eyes staring around the room.

"Umm... Where am I?" she asked sitting up, her voice had strange accent, clear and lilting.

"You're in DWMA, we bought you here after-" Maka stopped her explanation when the girl let out a strange gasp.

Crona stepped forward "a-are you ok?" he asked, concerned. She blinked at him, and smiled a little, nodding.

"I-I'm Crona" stuttered Crona reaching forward to shake her had.

"I'm Faye." smiled the girl shaking Crona's hand. he blushed at the touch of her soft skin.

 She looked around the room, "I think I'll get up now"  she decided outloud, "ah, where are my clothes?"

"They were covered in blood, we had to throw them out, but since school is over for today, so we can go shopping, but Faye-chan can wear this in the meantime." Said Maka, holding up a long black robe.

Crona stared at the garment, growing red as he recognised it.

"T-that's mine" he cried, pointing a shaking finger at his old outfit. He no longer wore the long dress-like robe, but dressed in skinny jeans, and shirts with oversized cuffs. He still looked feminine, it couldn't be helped, but he was not as easily mistaken for a girl as he used to be.

"Don't be silly," Maka scoffed, shaking back her blond pigtails "it's not that bad, it's just Faye is too tall to wear my clothes, and the only person Tsubaki can share with is Blaire, anyway you don't even wear this anymore"