Sollux Captor

*Maka! Look out, there's a heat source right up ahead!!* Patty pointed forward, as Maka was able to get out of the way with seconds to spare, as she ended up on her butt.

*The kishin is up ahead, isn't it? And you can feel it? What does it feel like?* Liz couldn't really sense something like that, but Maka had amazing soul perception, it wasn't really surprising for her.

*Maka are you okay?* Liz spoke up a bit, worried as sweat dripped down the blonde girl's face.

*Don't get distracted, you just focus on what's ahead instead of the mess, Maka* Liz replied. Patty soon felt their meister stop, getting her worried. *You okay, Maka?*

*Yelling is a really good way to stand out!* Tsubaki grumbled a little. *I just hope that Maka is doing alright... now let's get going!*

*Anyway, we need to stop them from injecting the blood into the kishin.* Soul offered a little smile, as Kid fixed his collar, and dove down the stairs on his skateboard.

*That makes sense... but what made the black blood go away in the first place?* He was still amazed that Kid was able to make the black blood in his system go away.

Soul was back in his scythe form, as he looked over at Kid. *Are your wounds healing okay?*

"Sure, we'll just leave it to you." Soul flashed him a shaky thumbs up. "AH! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!" The scream of Crona was heard as the two turned away with blank expressions. Try not to die...

"That's gross, and I don't get the comparison...!!" Crona was struggling against Ragnarok's hits, before he looked over at the others. "You guys go ahead without me! I can handle things back here! I can hold them off, I won't let them through!"

"NO! How could I?!" Crona retaliated, obviously not happy about getting beat up once again by his own weapon. Soul sweatdropped, feeling they should run before they ended up getting involved into his fight again.

"Hey, quit it! Please get off of me! I said to get off NOW!!!" Crona finally screamed and punched the black blood sword in the face. Soul jumped backwards, as he held Kid tightly in his arms, a little freaked.

"I told you to let go of him!" Soul hissed, getting a little pissed at the sword for touching his boyfriend. "Ragnarok! I told you to quit it!" Crona tried again, though he wasn't listening.

Soul wasn't expecting that to happen. "Y...You're tiny?!" Crona had no control over the sword, as he was squirming a bit to try and get him to stop attacking Kid. "Ah! Ragnarok! Quit it!"

"...R...Really?" Crona spoke, before he quickly felt himself beginning to cry, as he covered his face. "B...But I... still don't know how to deal with other people..." A little smile seemed to appear on Soul's face, as he returned to his human form, keeping his hands in his pockets. ---- In the dream inside of his head, he was crying, but little Kid offered his hand to him, as he took it, both of their shadows seeming to have little happy grins on their faces. ---- "The fear of interacting with other people..." Soul mumbled, remembering the others that he had met and was beginning to gain a connection with. "...Even I get that one..." ---- "You can't succeed without the madness huh? Heh, how does it feel to be so wrong?" Soul taunted the little demon as he was heading towards the door. "Maybe you should take up a different hobby. The music thing doesn't really suit you..." With that, the door closed, leaving the little demon inside. "Awww, he left~" He said in a sarcastic tone, spinning the chained key on his finger. "But that's alright, the door will always be unlocked... but still... what his little boyfriend did back there... did a reaper really cause a exorcism wavelength...?" ---- Crona was still sobbing, as he shivered. "I've never cried this much before in my life... how am I supposed to deal with my tears? There's so many of them..." "Kid..." Soul went over to the reaper, and held his shoulder. "We're running out of time, we need to get moving."

"...It's alright now. I've already been given up on plenty of times anyway. I understand. I'm not needed for anything anymore. That's why I've decided just now... that would be best if I just disappeared..." Crona seemed to mumble, before he felt Kid carefully part from the hug, before he seemed to imitate his father, and gave a light shinigami chop against his head, seeming to make him blink softly.

*You'll be hurt if you get anywhere close to him!* Soul watched as his meister was walking closer to where Crona was. "S...Stay away!!" He screamed, sending a blood needle at Kid, as it nicked at his neck.

*We made it...* Soul managed to breathe, feeling relieved that he got his boyfriend out of there safely. Crona was screaming, almost seeming to be in the pain as the blood seemed to be going crazy inside of him, as Soul found Kid had picked him up and set him against the wall. *Hey! What are you doing?!*

*I'm coming!* Soul had managed to pull out of the grip that the madness had on him, before he seemed to fall through the air, and land on a solid wet surface, as he looked around. "Kid! Where are you?! KID!" He gasped, as he looked down, seeing the older male stuck under the water like surface below, only dressed in his white dress shirt and black pants. "I'm coming!" He tried to push his hand through the surface, thought there seemed to be some resistance from it feeling like he was pushing his hand through solid tar. "Its... so thick..." He reached his arm down further, feeling his finger tips brush against Kid's.

Crona was stuck staring, as the dust settled, and he was left standing in the desert with Kid beside him. --- A scream seemed to escape from Crona, snapping Soul out of his daze, as he saw what looked like blood needles going off in the demon swordsmen's body. *What now...? A blood rejection?* He heard a voice suddenly call his name, as he looked towards it. *Kid!*

"I don't know how to deal with other people... but I feel better when I'm safe in here all by myself..." He shook his head, trying to calm his tears. "Now it's ruined... it won't work anymore, not with you here." He looked up, only to have his shocked expression return as Kid was kicking his foot at the line he had drawn.

"Oh no... this is bad... how can you come inside here so easily?" Small little tears were bubbled up in Crona's eyes. "No one should be able to get pass my line..."

"No one can come inside the line I drew! This is my area! It's just for me!" He seemed to shudder as he found Kid slipping inside, not sure what would happen if he did.

Wh... Why is there another person inside my head...? Wouldn't we all be a little concerned about that? At Kid's question, Crona finally responded. "No, you can't! Stay back!"

I can't use my full powers cause I don't have a meister... but I'll be fine... I'm going to make sure my training has meant something after all this time! Gritting her teeth, she lunges at five deckered mouse, letting out a battle cry. --- "What should I do now that I'm here...?" He was beginning to draw in the sand, until there was a circle surrounding him. "Right here... this is my area... I'm drawing the line to mark it." Now completing it, he began to head to its center. "But what should I do now...?" He began to kick at the sand, but that got boring quickly. "Kicking sand doesn't seem to do me any good... and there's not much else but sand in this place... even the sun's lifeless... it's just hanging there, asleep in the sky..." Crona sat on the ground, curling up a bit, trying to ignore the drooling dead sun in the sky. "Doing nothing is probably the best plan..." He sat there for a while, before his shadow seemed to morph a bot, as it looked like him, only with a creepy looking smile. Hey. My name is Crona. Of course... it always shows up when I'm doing nothing... Can I ask you some questions? Here it goes... Again with the questions... and all I really wanna do is nothing... "Can I pass if I want?" That's up to you, I guess. Here are my questions. Question one, what's your name? "I pass." Mark 1 That was an easy one. You mean you won't even say what your name is? Why do you think that is? "I pass." Mark 2 Here, lemme see if I can answer that one for you. You basically can't answer other people's questions, so you question yourself to keep your mind in tact. That sound about right? "Pass." Another mark. Another pass? You need to start answering. This isn't even self questioning anymore. Don't you agree? "Pass." Are you hoping someone will start paying attention to you if you act troubled enough? But don't you realize that you're alone, that no one really cares about your suffering? "I pass" That makes five passes. Let's change the subject then... we can talk about the little one. When you beat it up, that was your first time. How did you feel when you defeated it? "Pass" It must have been refreshing huh? Finally finding an opponent weaker than you? "Pass." That's how you felt, wasn't it? That's why you didn't question Lady Medusa when she told you to grow more powerful. "Pass." You've grown much stronger since that first time. How does that make you feel? "Pass" After a while, the ground seemed to be covered with marks from the passes that Crona had taken from the questions that the shadow had asked him. Is that made it better? Has it driven away the hell inside your head? "I pass." Just answer a question already, if you don't, won't the hell inside of you grow even larger? "I pass." A 41st mark had joined the scratches in the sand. 41 passes... that's 41 times you've denied me... The shadow seemed to cry. You're a horrible person... the worst. "You've never said anything mean like that to me before... why do you have to keep hanging around me anyway...? Because of you, everyone around me gets hurt... and so do I. I wish you didn't exist..." What? Do you think I'm some sort of alter ego you have? I thought surely you'd know better than to believe that by now. Don't you get it? I'm an ordinary emotion that everyone has...but you'd rather believe something else. Crona barely was seen flinching, "It's just that..." You don't know how to deal with others? Repeating that is exactly how you've ended up in this state of self denial. Where are you trying to go? "I pass." A moment of silence seemed to pass, before a sad sigh escaped the shadow. You know, I think we've had enough of this...I'm going on ahead. With that the shadow was gone... and Crona had made the last mark of passes that he had taken. "42..." My name's Death the Kid, I'm a sycthe meister. Tell me who you are. "...Demon Swordsmen Crona... Crona was whimpering as big thick tears were bubbling and falling down his face. "Why was I able to answer the question that time?! ...I... I am the Demon Swordsmen Crona...!" He sobbed against his knees.