Crona's poemThe endless sorrow. The failure, the pain. The people I have let down. As I walk this beach with no water, and think of all that I have done, none of it has helped anyone. With a family that doesn't need me, a reputation that haunts me, and friends I do not deserve, I live this meaningless life. Trying my hardest not to dissapoint anyone else. And yet I do over and over. And each time I tell myself that it won't happen again. Only to fail and not only hurt myself, but others as well. Sometimes I think of what it would be like, to live a normal life. To walk a normal path. Not one filled with darkness and betrayl. Yet that will never be possible. For my blood is black, and yours is red. And that makes all the difference in the world.More Like This
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Maka tore through the streets of Death City, her long pig tails trailing out behind her like ribbons. Green eyes shone with excitement, and she spun on the spot, running backwards as she called out to her companions behind her.
"Come on Crona! Catch up!"
The lanky teenager in question forced down a whimper, staggering along behind her. Ragnarok lounged spitefully on his head, laughing maliciously into his partner's ear.
"You heard her dumb ass, faster!! Seriously, Black Star needs to get you to work out more. You're pathetic!"
This caused Crona to pale visibly, and he shook his head, breaking out into a faster run than before, legs stretching out as far as his robes would allow.
"N-no!! Not that!! I don't know how to deal with more of his work outs!! He almost killed me last time!!"
"Well then get your ass moving!! Whiny little shit!"
Crona finally managed to catch up to the bubbly Meister, falling in beside her. She smiled happily beside him and slowed h