Daughter Of Madness [Kid X Fem!Chrona]

But the Tools Are Magical

It was lunchtime at Shibusen. It was always a chaotic time at the school, one that threatened to drown the more introverted miesters. Various students rushed about, shouting at the top of their lungs about their latest mission or conquest. Chrona herself, found she was no closer in her personal mission of finding a new place to stay. It was nice that Kid was willing to hear her request, with nary a judgmental look, but there was a limit to what he could do. He too seem perturbed that the dungeons deep within the school had signs of use.

"I see." Kid concluded as he walked to the cafeteria with Chrona. "I don't know who could have been in your room before you. As far as I know you're the first guest we've had." He didn't want to think too hard about what might have been down there.

"Oh." Chrona didn't want to seem ungrateful, but she couldn't help but slouch at the notion that nothing would change. Even a little information might have eased the gnawing feeling that something might be lurking in the shadows of her cell. She could feel Kid staring at her, which only made her curl in on herself further. The long silence between them was only further punctuated by roar of the lunch-room.

"Who knows, it could have been Black Star." Kid tried to offer the most reasonable, and non-threatening explanation that he could.

"Why would he be in my room!" Chrona fretted. Her friend Maka had told her there was a ninja in her group of friends, but she never wanted to become his next target. Imagining the easily excitable warrior hiding around a corner was enough to make the poor girl hyperventilate. Logically, she knew that he meant no harm, but his overly friendly actions were deeply upsetting to the pink-haired miester. Kid shook his head.

"He used to come here to train on the steps when he was younger. It could be that he played in the rooms of the school as well." She let out a sigh of relief as they walked toward their respective tables. "Library. After school." Kid reminded before sitting with Liz and Patty.

"Chrona!" Maka called. "Over here." Maka was a chipper, blonde with a pale haired scythe as a partner. Easily the smartest kid in school, Maka was determined to be the youngest student to create a weapon for Lord Death. It was a shock that she had chosen such an under achieving weapon like Soul to be her partner. The only thing he worked hard at was the illusion that nothing interested him. Perhaps it was a form of self defense? If he acted like the coolest kid in school, maybe then no one would focus on his jagged, drool producing under-bite.

Chrona sat next to them and across from their two friends Black Star and Tsubaki. Tsubaki was the kindest multi use weapon Chrona had ever met, her sweet personality made it easy for her to be partnered with the loud mouthed ninja. She was one of the few people taller than Chrona, with long whip-like black hair. By contrast, Black Star's was the shortest of the group. He often over compensated with a personality that demanded to be the center of attention, as if blue hair and tattooed arms weren't enough.

Maka looked over her shoulder at Kid as he sat down with his partners.

"What was that all about?" Maka asked, all too interested in her introverted friend's blossoming social life. Chrona bit her lip, not sure what Kid wanted to keep secret about their encounters. If she told them the wrong thing, Kid might stop trusting her. The only problem was, she wasn't quite sure what the 'wrong thing' might be.

"I...Um-" Chrona stuttered. She was saved by her own weapon partner, who seemed to only appear when Chrona felt the most distressed. Her friends had long since grown accustomed to the weapons emerging from her back without any notice.

"She was just pestering Stripes about getting a new room." Ragnarok supplied lazily.

"Oh, o.k. then." Maka eyed the weapon carefully. She never could trust if the demon sword had Chrona's best interest at heart. "Well if that's all then maybe you can come over to our place to study for the upcoming test after school." Everyone rolled their eyes. Despite a major exam coming, no one wanted to think about school. With daily battles and a god of madness on the loose, studying seemed impossibly mundane.