who could ever have known?

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There's this substance that's black, hey. It happens to live inside some people, hey! It's black blood and can do a lot of shit, yeah. It can also drive you quite insane, note that.

Lingering affects are easy dealing with them is hard - there was no way they were letting him leave the infirmary there was no way he was kicking back and sticking around there. Go home go home the mantra in his head, and they've come full circle really, from one stupidity to another.

Can't get there, gotta rest. Can't get there, hurts like shit. Soul can choose to sit on the sidewalk just fine. It's awesome. Almost as great as where he just was!

Sanity, it's good to be back.

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Maka is sitting in the kitchen of the apartment. On the island counter, to be specific, eating cereal right from the box. The kitchen is a mess of boxes around her; how she performed this with hardly a sound is but a mystery. Her eyes are dark and ringed with black, she's bandages in many places, some of them reflecting tar-like stains, some dark like old blood.

She escaped from the infirmary, it seems. She escaped so swiftly that there is still an IV port in her left arm, although unconnected to any tubing of any sort. It doesn't bother her. A lot of things don't bother her, right now.

"Why aren't people awaaakee," she exclaims, suddenly deciding to be loud. The box gets tossed at the door to Soul and Crona's room. "Change it!"

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"Crona," Maka says, her eyes brightening. "What a surprise!" She giggles, the sound almost sane - almost. Whatever the difference is between this giggle and her regular one makes it a rather shaking force of its own.

"I can't get down," she says, quite casually. "I seem to have this sharp scythe in my back, and I do not want to scratch the lovely countertop!'

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Ooh! Sudden noise and the scythe withdrew! "Hey, it's gone!" she says, oddly cheerful, and jumps down from the counter. "I'm okay!"

She's not sure why she wouldn't be. Mostly. "Someone's hiding Soul, though." She frowns now. "Do you know where they're hiding Soul? I have to get him back."

Her eyes are intense as she looks into Crona's own, and the noise cuts through the air as if through glass when two scythes appear now, as if to back up her statement.

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"We've got to - he's the only one that can make it go away, I need him - he'll fix it, why isn't he fixing it -- "

Keeping her away was probably a good thing right now, because she'd probably go a little bonkers trying to wake him up. Soul hardly wakes up well and this certainly isn't waking him up now.

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"I'm hurt, too," Maka says, and her own emotions show through for but a moment, her eyes full of emotional pain, her voice wavering. "Did that stop mattering somewhere along the line?"

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"Are you afraid, Crona?" Maka tilts her head a little, and smiles then. "Of me?"

The scythes slide back in, but the air is heavy, and that smile is odd.

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Then it is a good thing they have so many sharp things around, isn't it?

"If you are not afraid of me," Maka says, and reaches for Crona's wrist, to pull him away from the bedroom door. "Then you must simply prove it."

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"Wrong," Maka hums, pushing Crona away, a small scythe out of the wrist, pressed ever so lightly against the boy's throat.

"Still scared, still thinking, still lying. " A flash of the eyes a twitch of a smile, a hint of a growl. "Save your frightened song for when there is really something wrong! Nobody believes a liar... for he he is never telling the truth!"

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"Go back to school and stop screwing up your nursery rhymes."

When did that bedroom door get yanked open? Yeah, right about now. When did the heaviest book he's ever owned get tossed at Maka's head? Yeah, right about now, too.

Lights out, on the floor, Soul smash, baby.

"You okay?" Soul asks in a hushed voice, tipping Crona's chin up with a thumb to examine the other teenager's throat, kisses gently over the spot where the blade had been. "S'not her fault, she didn't mean it - I remembered, they got stupid and tried to tranq her when she was still recovering - "

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Soul is perfectly aware that Crona could have handled it. He wouldn't ever unederestimate him. But Soul wanted to put a stop to it before he had to.

"I guess they've decided to start handling it by trial and error."

Soul kisses Crona again before kneeling by Maka, checking all the vitals that you're supposed to check. "We gotta get her on a bed - I'll sit by, if you lay with her and hold her hand, she'll have familiar people around when she wakes up. That'll fix it."

She's too smart for this.

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Their room is the only place in the house Blair doesn't go naked (or as good as) anymore, probably out of some form of respect for Crona. So yeah, it's a good assumption.

His arm is messed up but he still manages to pick Maka up, out of sheer force of will. There's a certain pride in having a partner, and part of that is always taking care of each other. He's glad for Crona in more ways than he can express, but he's gotta be the one that gets her there.

Soul pretends it doesn't hurt and he gets her to the bed, and he drags his desk chair over to sit by. "Lay and sleep," he says, and takes Maka's hand, just like he wants Crona to take the other one. "I'll watch over."

He might have the ability to fall asleep wherever he wants to, but he also has the ability to stay awake wherever he wants to as well. Handy, yeah?