Whispering shadows

Craving

 *hand over heart*

I do not own soul eater, cause if I did Maka and Soul would be together by the end of the danm thing :P

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Chapter two

By the time they had reached the graveyard, Faye was shaking. She felt like a drug-addict in despite need of a fix. Clutching Crona's arm, she walked a little faster, feeling the energy of the graveyard pull at her soul and it was all she could do not to scream in anticipation.

Crona glanced at Faye, as they got closer to the cemetery; he had noticed her behaviour had changed. Her breathing had become shallow and fast. He could feel her hands trembling through his shirt, and he stumbled as she walked faster toward the gate. When they were past the entrance Faye let go of Crona and ran like the devil was on her heels. In the centre she stopped and fell to her knees.

- Please, please let this be over quickly – she thought desperately

Her eyes flooded black and black shadows haloed her body, drawing power from her graves around her. Her body grew limp and puppet like as the shadows lifted her off the cold ground and her back arched as she screamed, drawing energy in to herself. She hung, suspended in the air, shadows lashing around her, her hair whipping in the wind. Then the shadows faded and Faye fell through the air...

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Crona stood watching Faye, terrified for her. He stumbled backward, his legs hitting a tombstone, and he sank down to the ground, desperately wishing that he could run to his room and curl up in his favourite corner. His mind spun-what do I do? Is she ok? How do I deal with this? - A high pitched scream from Faye made him jump. He looked up and with a pang of horror saw Faye falling through the air, her hair streaming behind her. Scrambling to his feet, Crona ran to catch her, and was forced to the ground by the impact of her fall.

Sitting on the cold ground, Crona held Faye to his chest, his heart banging a tattoo against his ribs. Fear made him stutter worse than usual, "f- Faye a-are you al-alright?"

Faye seemed dazed, looking up at Crona her blue eyes filled with tears, and she turned and sobbed into his chest, flinging her arms around his neck.

"I c-can't believe I made you come h-h-here!" she sobbed "I am so sorry, but..." she pushed away from his chest and gazed into his eyes

"The shadows inside me, t-they have a mind of their own, if I don't draw energy from p-places like this, they rise inside me a-and force me to do things... I can barley control them" she drew in a shuddering breath "when I was younger, I lost control, I was locked up. T-the shadows, they took over me, and when I came to, I-I-I had killed everyone!" She cried "I'm a horrible, twisted being, who doesn't deserve to be friends with someone like you, Crona" Faye ended in a whisper, her voice filled with self-loathing.

"Faye..."Crona reached out and wiped the shining tears from her cheek "Faye, if Maka told you anything about me at all, you know that I battle with insanity every day of my life. I know how it is to feel helpless." He brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. "Promise me that you will never think that again, you are a wonderful person, Faye. Promise me." Crona said quietly.

Faye sighed, a long, slow sigh and falling back against Crona's chest, she closed her eyes.

They sat there for a long time. Crona's arms around Faye, sitting on the cold ground. Crona listened as Faye's breathing slowed from the sobbing gasps of beforehand. He held her until the daylight faded and the air grew cold and damp. Faye drifted off to sleep, nestled against Crona's chest.

Crona glanced at his watch, it was almost six. He was freezing and noticed that Faye had started to shiver. Shifting his position, he slipped an arm under Faye's knees. Ignoring the cramps in his legs, he stood up. He glanced down at Faye; she was much lighter than he had expected. Her head was resting on his shoulder, her breath tickling his neck. It felt good to be this close to her. Smiling slightly, he carried Faye, bridal style, out of the graveyard.

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Maka and Soul struggled up the stairs to their apartment, weighed down with grocery bags. Maka was concentrating on getting to the apartment without her fingers falling off, when she realised something.

"Soul, did you see Crona today? Maka asked

"What? Do you think a cool guy like me would notice if an un-cool weirdo like him was around?" Soul scoffed.

Whirling around Maka sent a flying kick across Soul's face. Soul staggered back a few steps and fell to his knees.

"What was that for?" he yelled, dropping the bags and clutching his face

"Stop calling Crona weird!" Maka said coolly, she shrugged "I would give you a Maka-chop, but my hands are full. Now, answer."

"Uhhh... I think I saw him in homeroom, with wazzhername? Faye, yea." Muttered Soul, picking himself up.

"Ya, me too. But they disappeared after that..." muttered Maka, resuming her climb.

A chuckle from Soul made her turn around.

"What?" Maka asked, confused.

"Nothing" Soul grinned "I just can't believe that a girl like her would run off with Crona."

"They didn't run off" Maka snapped, a little surprised at her own blunt tone. Something had really bugged her about the way Soul had said her, and she didn't know why.

Reaching the apartment, Maka made her way down the hallway, to the kitchen. Soul dumped the bags in the hall and headed for his room, when a scream from Maka made him rush to the kitchen.

Flicking on the light, a strange scene met his eyes. Maka was standing over a cowering figure, holding a book as thick as a dictionary above her head

Recognising the person, soul called out to Maka, but it was too late, with a cry of 'Maka-chop!' Maka's arm went slicing through the air, her book sinking into the persons head.

Soul ran forward and grabbed Maka's shoulder.

"Maka... that's Crona." Sighed Soul gazing down at the collapsed teen.

Maka's hands clapped across her mouth, and kneeling beside Crona she started to gently shake him, trying to wake him up.

Crona groaned and shifted on the tiled floor. His hands massaging his head. Pushing himself off the floor, he blinked, looking around. Finally he remembered where he was and yelped, looking at Maka as if expecting another chop.

Maka pulled him into a hug, squeezing him so tight he nearly passed out again.

"I am so sorry Crona, it was an accident." Maka cried letting go of Crona so he could breathe and then frowned "but what were you doing in our apartment anyway?"

"Uhhh..." Crona got to his feet, staggering slightly "ahh... Faye felt unwell, so I took her to the sick bay, then we left after school to see the city, and she fainted, so I brought her here" he mumbled, gesturing to Faye who was sleeping, previously unnoticed on the sitting room couch. Crona didn't want to tell them about the graveyard; it felt too personal, between him and Faye.

"I didn't know where else to bring her, she doesn't have anywhere to stay." He explained as Maka walked over to the sitting room area.

"I guess she can stay here" Maka said glancing at Soul, who shrugged.

"I'll call the school and get her bag delivered, she can stay in the spare room an-Crona what are you doing?" Maka stopped in the middle of her sentence and stared at Crona, who had lifted Faye off the couch and was making his way down the hall.

"I'm bringing her to the room, and then I'm leaving" explained Crona quietly, without turning around. He knew that he didn't have to do this, that Soul could carry her just as easily. But something about that idea bothered him, someone else holding Faye this close to their body, was not allowed. He couldn't deal with it.

A/N: ok I know the ending to this chapter was a little...bleh. I think I just ran out of steam. Please, please, please review. Thankies ^,^