Soul Eater One Shots

Worth It (Part 1)

I had a bit of inspiration regarding this song by SuperFruit, for those of you who don't know, that is Scott and Mitch from Pentatonix. Anyway, this song WORTH IT (PERFECT) is on their first EP.

They recorded a GROUNDBREAKING music video to go with this incredible song, and I hope you take a listen.

I can't stop listening to it on repeat and it really gave me some inspiration for this one shot between Kidd and Crona. I hope you enjoy!

-C

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Kidd's Point of View

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I sit, thinking about all of the good times I have had with Crona and I can't imagine ever saying the words that seem to fall out of my mouth next. "I gotta walk away."

He looks up at me with fear and tears in his eyes. My heart is breaking, I love him. I look up at Ragnarok standing out of Crona's back, his arms crossed. My next words are to him: "I can't handle the dangerous games that you play."

Ragnarok laughs menacingly, as Crona begins to sob. I take his chin in my fingers, pulling it up gently so he's looking at me. "I'm not trying to change you." I lean down and kiss him one last time before I turn and walk toward the door.

"It was perfect." I open the door, turning my head to say my parting words. "And, no, I don't regret it."

I close the door behind me, a single, asymmetrical tear, falling from my right eye.

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Crona's Point of View

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I can't handle this! My thoughts scream, sadness and anger boiling in my black blood.

"What a loser," Ragnarok says leaning his arms onto my head. But it was perfect.

I realize the anger inside of me is because of him, Kidd left because of him. I mask the reason for my anger from my weapon, hoping he uses this opportunity to grow again.

"I gotta look away," I whisper. "I can't keep up." I stand from the bed, my uncontrollable tears falling from my eyes. I blink them away.

"Stop being such a baby," Ragnarok says, oblivious to my anger. My plan. His weight feels larger, he's growing.

"Keep on, keep on." I encourage him to grow.

When I feel him at his strongest, I conjure the sword in my hands. In one swift motion, I harden the remainder of my black blood to avoid as much pain to myself as possible and slice as much of my partner off of myself as I can.

I yell in pain, the tears falling faster now. My blood starting to flow uncontrollably from my back. No more Ragnarok.

I crumple to the floor, hearing nothing of Ragnarok anymore.

I smile, "It was worth it."