Daughter Of Madness [Kid X Fem!Chrona]

Shadows on the Wall

Giriko watched Gopher from the couch in deep confusion. Not two hours after Gopher's defeat at the hand of Maka Albarn she was up again and went straight to work. No one else around the church seemed surprised by this either. Even though it seemed wrong for someone in her position to be ripping out moldy carpets. Not that he planned to take over by any means. He was hired muscle, and no one told her to it in the first place.

"Doesn't that hurt?" He asked. Gopher glanced at the gaping hole in her side.

"Not much; I've managed to stop the bleeding." She pointed to the sashes tied around her injury. "I should be fine as long as I don't make any sudden movements." She gave an insincere smile before moving to a box of old candles. Usually Noah would have fixed her by now, but with all the new additions to his collection he had been too busy to start.

"So what, you're just going to wait for it to heal on its own?" Giriko said. It was like watching a bee at work. She couldn't focus on any one task for long. Or she was jumping ship each time it hurt, it was hard for him to tell.

"No." Gopher sighed. "I... I can't 'heal' alright. With small stuff it doesn't matter much, but I'll probably need a skin transfusion." Giriko's brow furrowed.

"So you weren't born in that body?"

"Noah made it for me." Gopher smiled and drifted off into a daydream for a bit. Suddenly she shook her head and gave a slight chuckle. "My old body was horrible, I could barely move and I was in pain all the time. So, Noah made me a new body." She turned to find Giriko scrutinizing her like he would a prize at a fair.

"So your body's composed of artificial materials then. Base elements enchanted to stick to a polymer base material." Gopher stared at him blankly. "Magical rubber." Giriko simplified. People had tried for years to make realistic golems. He'd just never met someone willing to live as one before. He certainly couldn't handle it. He loved drinking too much.

"Not...really?" Gopher frowned. "It's a compound Noah made, like skin. I can feel and move like any normal person."

"But you have no micro filaments or reconstructive proteins." He smirked. "Simple really, I could fix up that hole in your side in my sleep."

"I will not have you tampering with the body Noah made for me. He'll fix it... when he had time." She looked to the side, away from his smug grin. Of course Noah would fix her, he had to. She was a precious asset. A fighter. He wouldn't simply forget about her now that he had new additions... would he?

"But when will that be?" Giriko asked. Gopher paused in her work. "Do you really want to be walking around with a hole in your side for the next few weeks?" Gopher bit her lip. "If you don't trust me with the detail work, fine. At least let me patch it up to keep the flies out. Then you can wait all the time you want for Noah to take a look it."

"...Noah has been busy lately, and if I get it fixed up now, then he won't have to worry about it." She sighed. "I guess. But only a quick patch up!" She reminded. Giriko lead her out of the room with a smirk on his face. He could do miles better than that freak Arachne hired.

-8-0-8-

Chrona shuffled to her new home after a recent mission. She paused, surprised to see her mother at the kitchen table, it was, after all, two in the morning. Medusa took a sip of tea.

"Go to bed." Medusa said. Chrona nodded numbly and continued to her small bedroom. She flopped onto a pile of blankets in the corner of her room, the pale moonlight making patterns on the stone floor. She sighed; another person had that skull with them. It bothered her that it looked familiar and yet she couldn't recall where she had first laid eyes on it. She bit her lower lip and struggled to think. Where had she first seen it?