You're Not Alone

Part 12 - For the One You Love

So I have officialy decided that after this chapter I have two more to write. The ending and the the epilogue. So stay tuned. Love goes out to my velociraptors. :)

The stairs leading to the roof almost seemed endless to the meister and weapon pair. Everything around the two was pitch black so it was impossible to see ahead a foot or so. All they could do was hope and pray that the end of the stairs were near.

After about another 5 minutes of walking, Maka and Soul finally made it to the top. The view from the roof was beautiful. From there, you could see hundreds if not thousands of beautiful stars. However, there was no time to enjoy the scenery because at the edge of the roof they could see Crona bending over the soul of a lifeless woman, collecting her glowing blue soul.

"Cronnnnaaaaaa!" Maka yelled as she ran over to stop. "Crona! What are you doing?!" Maka pulled Crona away from the body and took the wrist in a futile attempt to see if there was any hope left for this woman. There wasn't. They had arrived too late.

"Sorry. But I had to." said Crona.

Maka stood up. "What do you mean you HAD to? Don't you understand what you've done?"

Crona nodded. "Yes. I'm so sorry. But this was the only way. I HAD TO SAVE KID!! DON'T YOU REALIZE THAT THIS IS THE ONLY WAY?!?!

"Crona...you do know what you're setting yourself up for right? If you keep killing all of these people, you'll slowly but surely become a kishin."

Crona nodded her head. "Yes. I do know that taking 1,000 souls will make me a kishin. I do know that when I finally become one, I'll have to start planning my funeral. And yes, I do know that Kid will probably never forgive me for as long as he lives."

By now Crona was on the verge of tears.

"Even if all of these things come true, it's okay. I couldn't stand by and watch Kid suffer. He won't tell anyone, but I can see it in his eyes that he's suffering. Not just from the Thorns of Death, but from loneliness. You would expect one of the most privliged teenages in the world would have everything he wanted, but everytime I looked at him, I could always feel like a piece of him wasn't there. Like he wasn't fully present. Back when I was living in the dungeons at the academy, I would walk around and explore the maze of dungeons. But then one day, I could hear sniffiling...almost as if someone was crying. It was Kid. Ever since I saw those tears roll down his face, I made a promise to myself that if I could prevent it, Kid would never cry again. He would never feel sad again. That's why I'm doing this."

"How do you think I feel right now?

Maka, Soul and Crona turned their heads to the top of the stairs and saw Kid hunched over. The only thing keeping him from collapsing to the ground was the IV he was clinging to.

"You're not supposed to be here, Kid. You're supposed to be back at the hospital resting," said Soul.

Kid coughed a little before speaking. "I'm sorry Soul, but you guys were taking too long. I needed to see Crona." He coughed again, this time almost falling to his knees.

Soul and Maka rushed over to Kid to help him stand up straight.

"How long have you been standing there?" asked Maka

"Long enough." Kid straightened himself and walked over to Crona. He took her head, pulled it to his chest, and began to stroke her hair.

"I'm sorry Kid."

"It's okay."

"I killed all of those people."

"It's okay."