Daughter Of Madness [Kid X Fem!Chrona]

That Which is Lost

Giriko stood transfixed before an old church. After the fall of Arachnophobia, he had nowhere to go other than the annoying village of his youth, and he wouldn't dare go back. So instead, he had wandered around the decrepit castle in search of another survivor. There were none. Instead, he found his rival Justin Law, standing above the wreckage and had traded Lord Death's sigle for a parasitic clown. He offered revenge for Arachnae's demise in exchange for his help with something else. Seeing as he had no better alternative, he followed the death scythe to Chicago where they found themselves now.

The church was in a severe state of disrepair. The roof had peeled open years prior from poor weather, the walls were made of solid stone, though splintered wood still clung to the side of building. Beside the fenced off church was a rundown park with a single rusted slide. The grounds were practically buried in tall, unkempt grass. Above all else, it held an eerie familiarity, like he had been here before a long time ago. He turned to the blond weapon.

"This place-" He started.

"It's a dump, I know." Justin dismissed. "But it's where I grew up and completely abandoned for our convenience. No one comes here and there are no bills, the perfect base of operations." He boldly walked past the chainsaw and into the ramshackle church.

"Base of operations for what?" Giriko demanded as he followed the clown-weapon duo.

"You'll see." Justin smirked. The main body of the church was empty, every pew had been hacked down to fire wood for the winter. The carpet had been mended with intricate care and a buckling chandelier hung from the warped boards of the ceiling. A figure walked through the room, over loaded with paper bags. The clown at Justin's side groaned in annoyance.

"Not her." He began to fade. "I'll see you later Justin. I don't have the patience to deal with her today." Unlike his partner, Justin waved to the other occupant.

"Hey Gopher!" Justin greeted. Gopher turned, the four bags still in hand. A thin frown was plastered on the ebony haired underling. The term 'her' was loosely used, as the person before them was hardly feminine. Their frame was thin and flat, with hair that hung limp and greasy from their last mission. The only hint to their gender were the chunky pumps that were partially hidden by her flared pants.

"Where have you been?" Gopher snarled. "You were supposed to be back here an hour ago with Maka Albarn." The guillotine shrugged.

"I got side tracked." He said loftily, "Besides she was long gone before I got there." Gopher scowled at him.

"Well that isn't my problem, or at least it shouldn't be." Gopher snapped. "While you were messing around, I had to- who is that?"

"Well I didn't want to leave empty handed." Justin said with a laugh. Gopher's suspicious gaze turned on Justin. "I figured we could use the extra help." Gopher was about to object when she saw someone walk towards the steps.

"Noah-sama!" She squealed, dropping a bag in the process. A few cans rolled out of the paper bag. She bent to pick them up, but dropped another bag in the process, completely and utterly flustered. Justin nudged the chainsaw in the ribs and gestured to the twitterpated girl. Giriko caught the hint and helped her pick up the fallen bags. She looked at him confused for a moment; then mentally made a decision. "Noah-sama, we have a new follower." She said, oddly formal. The collector nodded a smug smirk on his face.

"Yes, I suppose we do." He walked past the group then paused. The man quirked an eyebrow at Giriko then shook his head. "I'll be in my study, do not disturb me." Gopher nodded. "And I do hope you'll get your hands on Maka Albarn for me."

"I'll see to it myself." Gopher said with a poker face. The man waved a hand of dismissal and entered his room. At the sound of the door Gopher whipped around to face Giriko.