Daughter Of Madness [Kid X Fem!Chrona]

The Tangled Web She Weaves

Deep green pines rushed past Chrona's window as classical music trickled out of the driver's seat. The young witch fidgeted on the black leather of the limo, freezing under the full blast of the AC. It was so... fancy compared to what she had expected from her aunt. Most witches lived humble lives to avoid suspicion from Lord Death. Or at least, that's what she had always assumed. Once again she felt out of place, then again; she shouldn't complain. Her estranged aunt had taken pity on her and was quick to offer protection from Medusa and Lord Death alike.

"T-thank you for picking me up Mosquito-sama." She stuttered. "I hate to have been a burden." The short man glanced at her in the rear view mirror.

"It was no burden at all young miss." Mosquito said. "You are Arachne-san's niece, family is always welcome."

"Just family?" Chrona asked. "Then my weapon won't be welcome?"

"Not necessarily, if you want I can pick them up." Mosquito said. His orders had been to make sure Chrona came with him at all costs. Luckily, it seemed Chrona was eager to accept Arachne's help regardless of what conditions may follow. From the description Arachne had given him, he expected her to be hideously unruly child. Perhaps, inspite of Medusa's teachings, she had grown to be more like lady Arachne.

"Oh that won't be necessary, Ragnarok's already here." Chrona said. His eyes widened in shock as said weapon emerged from Chrona's back.

"Ragnarok?" Arachne's son was here, conjoined to his cousin through some dark hybrid of alchemy and necromancy.

"Man Chrona, you sure know how to upgrade your life." Ragnarok said, looking about the back seat. "I mean, a limo, seriously? I never thought you were a gold digger." He could feel the elderly man analyze their reflection in the rearview mirror. Though it was too early to gauge the man's intent. It was in both of their best interest to play dumb and keep Chrona distracted from prying eyes until they had determined it was truely safe.

"W-what? I'm not digging for anything. I'm just sitting in a car." Chrona explained. Her weapon went to hit her, but stopped.

"You know what, I'm gonna' let this one slide." He crossed his arms. "If I hit you too much I'll be knocking out what little brains you got left. Then where would I be?"

"Umm...right here?" Chrona answered. Even after twelve years of ribbing and teasing her, she still could be painfully obtuse towards his jokes.

"That was a rhetorical question, dummy!" The weapon pulled at her cheeks. "I swear, sometimes it really stinks to share your body." Mosquito focused back on the road. So that was why Arachne showed a sudden interest in the girl.

"Ragnarok, stop!" Chrona whined.

It was a shame, she seemed like a nice girl.

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Kid walked through Shibusen's halls to the Death Room. All he had to do was talk to his father and he could fix this; he could make the moral judge of the city change his mind. A little courage could go a long way, right? He sighed, maybe he wouldn't be able to fess up about his involvement in the whole case, but he could try to reason with his father instead. When he tried to argue with him the first time he had been overly emotional, irrational. If he explained a clear compromise, calmly, maybe he would get through.

He reached for the handle then stopped. There was so many ways this could go wrong, thirty-seven of which ended with humiliation and a whack to the head. To his surprise, the door was already slightly ajar and Lord Death was tersely speaking with someone. Biting his lip, Kid scoped the hallway and leaned in close enough to hear a pair of recognizable voices.