• “Black Star! I thought I told you to leave Crona alone!” Makka yelled at the top her of her lungs. Makka, Kid, Crona, Black star and Soul had been walking home from another day at Shibusen, when Black Star had voiced his opinion over Crona’s gender. “WHAT?” Black star responded, equally annoyed-“I was asking! I mean, really! Don’t you wanna know too?” Makka’s arm rose and fell, as a gigantic medical book collided with the cocky meister’s skull. Everyone else sweat-dropped. Makka then cut her eyes at Soul, daring him to make even a comment on Crona’s gender, but stopped once she saw Ragnarok popping from her/his spine. “I know what Crona is!!” Everyone upon hearing this stopped, even Crona, who at the time was rubbing her/his right arm with her/his left hand. Black star started to say something when Soul covered his mouth with his hand, silencing the egotistic boy in a warning gesture. “Can’t everyone just leave Crona alone!” Makka voiced. “FINE! If you don’t want to know, I’ll just leave! Besides, I wasn’t gonna tell a stupid pigs crap like you anyway!” Ragnarok retorted- everyone cringed, waiting for one of Makka’s famous chops, while at the same time secretly cursing her for ruining their only chances to figure out what exactly Crona was. “M-M-akka!” Crona stuttered as he/she caught a glimpse of the book from earlier in a direct route towards Ragnarok( he would easily be able to outrun the book and pop back inside, letting Crona take the blow). She stopped- “Yes Crona?” In the backround everyone sighed with relief, except for Ragnarok who stuck out his over sized, slimy tongue. “I- I’m a …” Everyone leaned in, including Kid, and Makka, who both secretly wanted to know more than the others. “I-I-…” Crona cringed as Black star suddenly pushed himself into his/her face, a malicious grin playing across his lips, as he tried to read his/her mind through his/her eyes. “I- I don’ know how to deal with this!” He/she suddenly cried, while fleeing from the crowd of gazing and curios eyes. “BLACK STAR!!!” They all cried in unison- with one deadly swing the thick book slammed into said boys head once again, as even Kid turned away in disgust. ~nya~nya~nya~nya nya~nya~nya~nya(line breaker Crona hugged her knees in an attempt to reassure herself as she rocked slowly in Mr. Corner, going over what had happened earlier in her mind. Finding that this alone did not help much, she turned to the hell inside her head. On the beach inside her circle, her shadow appeared in front of her. “Everyone was wondering what you were again today- isn’t that strange?” “Pass” “Even Makka wanted to know- how does that make you feel?” “Pass.” “You know, I bet if Kid knew you were a girl, he’d consider talking to you more…” “…” Just then, a knock was heard on the other side of the door. For a second, Crona hesitated, then with a shaky voice said, “C-come in.” The door creaked open to reveal Makka. For a second, she feared that she had brought Soul or Black Star or Kid along, but was relieved to see that she had come by herself. “OH! Hello Crona!” Makka greeted with a smile. “I just wanted to come over to bring you this!” Crona’s gaze fell on a neatly arranged basket of fruits, decorative soaps, and a small bag with a tiny goldfish inside. Makka noticed her look of confusion and laughed lightly. “Oh,” she said. “It’s just something we all whipped together since your still getting used to us and all. You know, to remind you that you could join us at your own pace!” Crona’s body shivered suddenly- “Join at my own pace?” she thought “That’s would Kid had said… maybe he had contributed!” Sure enough, as though reading Crona’s mind, Makka pulled out a very balanced and symmetrical painting of a gigantic butterfly in the middle, with two elegant trees on either side, a single branch for each tree facing toward the direction of the butterfly. Makka made a face- “Oh and this is from Kid. I told him that not everyone was an obsessive- compulsive weirdo like him, but he insisted on getting you something ‘perfect’ so..” She handed Crona the strange, though rather interesting painting, a look of disgust on her face. Crona on the other hand, stared at it with a look of amazement on her face, a sudden realization coming to her- “Does Kid... except me? A/N; well that was my first chapter! And it was good no? Anyhow, the next chapter is in Makka’s point of view, and also on the Makka and Blair’s plan to figure out whether Crona is a boy or girl! Yaz! Review if you like it!