Daughter Of Madness [Kid X Fem!Chrona]

Waiting For the End

Chrona studied her foggy reflection in her pseudo mirror from inside her cell. She timidly held the new dress Maka had bought for her up to her frame, trying to imagine wearing it around a crowd of people. No matter how nice the gesture, it still unsettled her, but she didn't want to let her friends down by rejecting their invitation.

"Wow Chrona, so you're the type of girl who owns two dresses now, congratulations." Ragnarok said with as much sarcasm as he could muster, long bored of watching the girl stare listlessly at herself. "Come on, quit freaking out, the party's not for another hour. It'll be fine. If it makes you that uncomfortable, wear what you usually wear, that's what I'm doing." She looked at him with horror, the gears turning in her mind.

"We... we didn't get you anything to wear." She frowned. "I didn't even think to look, I'm so sorry! I can fix this."

"What are you talking about?" Ragnarok pushed down on her head and ruffled her hair. "This is business as usual for you, you airhead. You should be working on getting to go on missions again so I gain back my strength, not playing dress up." She formed a blade along the heal of her palm and cut the bottom trim of the dress in a panic. "What are you doing!?" He tried to grab her hand, but she pulled away.

"You need a bow tie." She fumbled with the loose ribbon of fabric and tried to form some semblance of a bow. "I shouldn't be the only one who gets to wear nice things."

"Chrona, your friends aren't going to care what I wear." Ragnarok shook his head.

"They're our friends!" She insisted. "They care about both of us, they have to. We share everything." She held up the clumsy bow tie with dissatisfaction. "I'm not the best at this; all these new things are scary and confusing. But it's just like training, the more we do it, the less scary it is. This time, I'll be the one to get us through this." He took the tie with a sigh. The girl had a bad habit of getting tied up in tangential thoughts that were hard to let go of. This time, he had a sinking suspicion he knew the route cause.

"I got no one to impress as an iron blob Chrona." He put it on with exaggerated motions. "But I'll gladly tell everyone you made that stinking thing for me from Maka's present."

A knock at the door nearly made her jump out of her skin.

"Chrona, you in there?" Kid asked outside the door. She looked down at the dress and panicked. What would he say if he saw she cut up something so expensive? Maka would definately noticed if she showed up to the party without it.

"Uhh...hold on!" She shed her current attire and kicked it under the bed.

"Chrona, are you alright?" Kid asked.

"Oh she's just peachy." Ragnarok snickered. She gave up trying to fully unzip the back in favor of pulling the new garment on by force. After a few pleading looks, Ragnarok helped her fasten the neckline in a presentable fashion before bolting for the exit.

"Hold on!" She hopped over a stack of books and threw open the door. "Hello." She leaned against the door frame to catch her breath. All the while, Ragnarok was trying not to laugh.

"And hello to you." Kid said, a small list of imperfections growing in his head. However, years of living with Liz had taught him to at least try to hold his tongue when their friends tried to dress up. Still, he was glad she seemed excited about coming to the gala.

"Ready to go?" She asked.

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The ballroom of Gallows Manor was lined with sparkling gold lights; elegant candles were lit to illuminate the countless tables. The center of the room had been cleared for couples to dance upon. As soon as they arrived, Kid had to run off and 'fix' a series of things that bled into each other during his ramblings. It left Chrona a sleek black pillar among a sea of pearlized gowns, suits and unrecognizable faces.