Authors note(?):

First of all. Let me say sorry for making you all wait for it this long.

School took up a lot more time than I thought it would and when I'm not busy with it, I just didn't have the motivation or energy to write anything.

I jabber too much.

Let the curtains rise then.

The Cafe, as Maka had hoped, was small and quiet. She really didn't think that her weakened form could take a noisy place right now. Since coming back out of Crona's house she'd felt relatively worse and presumed her illness was no longer a 'little sniffle' and she was about ready to collapse into a week long flu or something time consuming like that.

Crona lead her towards a table by the window, the sky had begun to dim now, thankfully there wouldn't be too much light for her to put up with.

Of course, being her friend, the male had noticed how sick she was becoming, and he realised that he should probably get her home as soon as he'd made sure she had eaten something proper today. His mind had evidently strayed from his own interests and he allowed her to rest her head on her arms as he ordered her a cup of tea and a sandwich. The same for himself too.

"I didn't mean to get sick and become such a nuisance." Maka hummed and closed her eyes, she didn't need those to see how the pinkette perked up and shook his head briskly.

"Don't be ridiculous!" He scalded gently. "I'm doing what friends do." Or at least, he was quite sure he was. Friends were supposed to look after each other, and he fully intended to do so once they got home.

"We'll see if you're saying that in a few days." Maka playfully replied, as playful as her bunged up nostrils would allow her to be. Crona laughed regardless and gingerly reached over to lightly pet her hand. Which to his surprise coiled around and held onto his. He said nothing, and let her hold onto him, for comfort or whatever was going on in her head.

After a relatively short, quiet wait; the food arrived and Crona gently nudged at Maka's sleeve, she stirred slowly, coming to life and blinking herself out of the doze she'd fallen into to look down at her plate. She had to admit she was quite hungry, and the sandwich looked damn good.

It was good, great even, soft bread and fresh ham. Even though her body made her eat it slowly, she enjoyed the sensation of having something filling her up. It provided her with some much needed energy and she now felt capable of walking home.

Crona, being quite healthy, finished his food much faster than his female companion. Which gave him a little time to watch her afterwards, very little time indeed as Ragnarok burst from his back and began to glare around the eatery. The staff had seen him before, so it was only the customers who seemed disturbed by it.

"Wheres mine? I'm starving?!" the black creature howled, Crona noticed the way Maka, and various other people flinched or complained about the noise he was making.

"We share the same stomach Ragnarok..." The boy put forward, rather hesitantly, leaning backwards when his weapon partner leaned up and over to look at his face, albeit upside down.

"That's not the point!"

"Then I'll feed you when we get home hush!"

Ragnarok brought his stubby little fists down on the pinkette's head, hard, causing him to flinch "I better get whatever I want! This is abuse!" he crowed and then dissipated once more.

Crona grumbled uncomfortably, if he were braver he might have made some kind of apology to the building, but instead he blushed and sunk into his chair. Maka slowly reached across the table and took a rather tight grip on his sleeve "C'mon it's alright." She said "We'll just head back to your house"

That was prompt enough for them to leave, and they returned to the pink haired man's apartment without much hassle.

On the way there, Maka had leaned against him, even through the blistering wind and that coat she was wearing, Crona could feel her fevered skin, she was breathing quite quickly too. As expected he rushed, eager to get her home to rest.

Maka collapsed onto her rolled out futon and curled quietly into a ball, aware Crona was watching her. She had removed her coat, shoes and outer layers, changed into warmer pajamas and snuggled into the new mattress, covering herself with a thin blanket.

She felt she knew herself well enough to diagnose that she had gained quite a fever, her extremities felt cold whilst her head was searing hot, beads of sweat starting to form along her brow. Regardless she kept a blanket on to avoid shivering.

Crona decided to give her some peace, it appeared she needed a rest. He would find some kind of medicine to give her later on and then try to nurse her best he could. The boy just hoped that this was nothing serious, and just a minor blip in her immune system.

He busied himself fixing up a meal for Ragnarok and doing quiet things around the house like cleaning or reading, because by this time Maka had slipped into sleep and from the now steady pace that her chest rose and fell, Crona guessed that she was quite peaceful..

A/N Thank you for being patient.

and thank you for getting to the end and not biting my head off.

I'm truly sorry about the wait.

I have half a mind to just discontinue this and stick to writing one shots.

I'm not very good at planning out a whole multi chapter thing.

I'd appreciate you telling me about any spelling mistakes.

and whether or not you think I should carry on at all.

I dunno where this is going and I have started to lose interest in the story.

I might pick it up again, or update VERY irregularly.

Tell me what you think.

-Phlox.