Whispering shadows

The Morning after the night before

A/N:Hey guys, sorry for taking FOREVER to upload this, I know its short; hit a bit of writers block. Really it’s just a filler, the next one will have a bit more excitement, thanks to all of ye who reviewed and put me on story alert and stuff like that. Thanks sooooo much XD COOKIES FOR ALL!!

Faye woke in a small, bright room. Sun streamed in through the window, warming her face. Groaning, she rolled over, feeling her muscles protest at the movement, they were still frozen from last night....last night. It was a blur of power and tears..and someone holding her while she cried.. Crona. What was she doing?

 Swinging her legs over the edge of the narrow bed she stretched, running her fingers through her messy bed-head. She glanced down at herself; she was wearing a long black t-shirt over her underwear, sleepily she wondered whose it was.

Someone knocked on the door. Blinking groggily, Faye shuffled over and fumbled with the handle. The sunny face of Maka greeted her on the other side; from behind her wafted the smell of a cooked breakfast. She beamed at Faye, looking bright eyed and busy tailed. Obviously a morning person thought Faye. Resisting the urge to slam the door on Maka’ face and crawl back into bed, Faye attempted to smile back. She managed a grimace, and Maka laughed at her expression.

“Not a morning person? Asked Maka sympathetically “come on, you’ll feel better after breakfast.”

Nodding mutely, Faye shuffled after Maka, who was leading the way to the kitchen. Soul was already there, tapping his fingers impatiently on the table. He glanced up when the girls entered and grinned at Faye, his gaze lingering on her long, bare legs, making her blush and tug at her t-shirt. Maka noticed this and her hand drifted towards a nearby book.

 A cry of “Maka-CHOPP!!” filled the air. And Soul slumped forward onto the table, knocked out cold. A few moments later he was awake and yelling at Maka.

“What was that for?”He yelled, clutching his head.

“You were perving on Faye!” retorted Maka.

“Was not!”

“Then what was that? Who were you staring at?” Maka hissed venomously

“Umm” Soul paused, his eyes sliding back to Faye. Maka raised the book, and Soul swore as it came flying through the air.

“Maka-CHOP!”

Faye stared at the pair, wincing each time Maka slammed the book into Soul’s head. Soon it seemed that they were just arguing for the sake of it. Slightly confused, she wandered off to find something to eat.

Twenty minutes later, she was sitting down to pancakes, made by Maka when she saw Faye sniffing around the kitchen.

She smiled and chatted with Maka all the while, but underneath her cheery exterior, she was a little worried. She couldn’t properly remember what had happened the night before, but she knew Crona was there, and if he was there he must know now....what if she had done something to him? She bit her lip worriedly.

She absent-mindedly got dressed, pulling on a black skirt and striped green and black top, she wandered around the apartment, exploring what was, she supposed her new home. Maka and soul were still in the kitchen, she could hear them bickering, so when she heard murmurs of conversation down a hallway, she was curious.

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Crona stared at the door in front of him. His clenched fist hovered an inch away from the wood. He pulled his hand back to knock, then suddenly changed his mind and pulled his sleeve back to check the time, 8:15. He had been here for the better part of an hour now, trying to muster the courage to knock on the door. He didn’t usually turn up at Maka’s apartment at this time, but he had spent all night worrying about Faye, and being beating by ragnarok as punishment for not letting him out. He needed to make sure that she was ok. He was afraid though, of how it might seem, he didn’t want any sarcastic comments from Soul. He was just about to give up when ragnarok appeared, and started complaining loudly.

“What are you doing standing out here? I’m freezing!” he wined “I’m hungry!” he began to pull at Crona’s hair, causing him to whimper in pain, desperately trying to detach ragnarok from his lavender locks.

“Ragnarok....no...My head hurts already....ahh I-I can’t deal with this right n-now”

Ragnarok looked around the hallway, stared a moment at the door, then looked down at Crona, slight puzzlement etched on his clownish features.

 “What’s the problem?  Knock on the door. Be a MAN!!” he finished in a yell and, grabbing Crona’s hand, he reached for the door handle, which twisted before he reached it. The door was yanked open and Crona fell through on his own momentum, landing with a crash on the welcome mat. A surprised yelp reached his ears and he glanced up, stuttering an apology to Maka.

But the legs he was staring at weren’t hers. In horrified realization, Crona slowly began to look up, his face growing red as his gaze slid over long slim legs, reaching the black mini skirt. But before he could look any higher, there was a rustle of clothing and Faye crouched down, bewilderment etched on her features.

 Crona whimpered, Faye’s skirt had rode up uncomfortably high on her thighs and he realised could see right up her skirt. His pulse started to race and blood rushed to his face.  Between the gap in her legs he could see red panties, the colour of them almost matching his blushing face. He was aware of an uncomfortable tightness in his lower abdomen, and cursed his skinny jeans, though he knew it would be a lot more embarrassing if he still wore his old dress.

 She blinked down at him“umm....Crona, are you ok?” she asked, slightly confused at Crona’s terrified expression.

Gulping, he nodded, tearing his gaze away before she noticed. Instead, he stared at the floor, and remained staring until he was sure it was safe to stand up.

Once he was standing, and his face was a slightly more normal colour, he got a proper look at Faye.  Apart from seeming slightly confused, she looked good, no, radiant. Her skin glowed and her hair shone. Only her eyes held sadness, the dark shadows underneath them betraying the night before. But they brightened when she saw him, and she launched herself at him, almost toppling the slim swordsman over again.

“Crona....yesterday, I’m so sorry...” Faye started after she had pulled back, her eyes growing sad once more, and Crona frowned. “f-for what? You did nothing wrong.”

Faye stared at the ground, her hair falling over her eyes. Wrapping a strand around his fingers, Crona slipped it behind her ear, brushing her cheek as he did so. Faye looked up in shock and started to speak, but Crona held a finger to her lips, shaking his head. “I-I don’t need to hear anything, I know, ok? It’s our secret.” He said soothingly.

 Smiling a little, Faye nodded, and headed back to the kitchen. Crona followed, deep in thought. He felt...odd, he was normally never this calm. But there was something about Faye that reminded him of what he went through, and he wanted to protect her.

“TINY TITS!!!!” yelled ragnarok, appearing suddenly and beating Crona around the head  “WHERES THE FOOD?!?!!”

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A/N; ya, had to stick ragnarok in at the end, he was yelling at me.

Please, please, please review.....for some reason I think I spelled “please”  wrong there....strange.