Daughter Of Madness [Kid X Fem!Chrona]

The Final Dream

Blood decorated the pure white moon. Lika a broken doll, Gopher lay on the ground, the color slowly draining from her face. Noah stared in shock, in the corner of his eye he could see Kid speed off in a cloud of dust. The Kishen was close by, and his minions were distracted, it would be the perfect window to slip through. As a mere facet of a human being, Noah did not have a full emotional range or complete memory. He knew that Gopher wasn't supposed to die, otherwise all this effort would be for nothing. It wasn't fair.

The Kishen was stirring, only a few minutes remained until it awoke. He growled in frustration and helped Gopher to her feet, her arm slung over his shoulder. He began to guide Gopher towards the Kishen. He had a job to do, but if for a moment she started to fade...

"N-noah-sama?" Gopher's lit of surprise was all the more irritating. Why did she expect him to leave her in the dirt and still act with such devotion?

"Shut-up! Every time you talk, you bleed." He growled. "Don't die, that's an order."

-8-0-8-

In front of a cave a small clown sat, the smallest Kid had ever seen, with the stature of a cherub and the make-up of a mime. It stood abruptly a Kid's arrival, poised to fight. Slowly, it dropped its guard.

"You are looking for something, yes?" It asked him.

"What does it matter if I'm looking for something?" Kid eyed the creature with caution. It didn't just look like a child; it sounded like one too. The small thing seemed friendly regardless of it's cohorts fighting tooth and nail.

"Then I can help!" It bowed curtly. "I am Noir, finder at lost things; it's why I was made. What are you looking for?"

"Step aside shorty!" Patty bellowed from her weapon form. "We need to get through."

"Patty, calm down." Kid dared to play along. "We are looking for the Kishen." It bounced with such joy. A sickening sensation in Kid's gut at the thought that something soulless could act so alive.

"O.K. then, this way!" It pointed into the cave and stepped away. Liz glanced at the clown and trembled at the sinister shark-toothed grin it wore. "Onii-sama wants to talk with you."

"Kid, this isn't a good idea." Liz sputtered. "We don't have enough people to face the Kishen. We should go back and talk with Shinigami-sama."

"The Kishen is responsible for the clowns' revival." Kid whispered as they glided out of earshot. "We destroy it and we destroy the clowns."

"Onee-san's right Kid." Patty said. "I want to fight too, but back up wouldn't hurt."

"We need to at least try." Kid powered on ahead. "It's three against one, there's no way the Kishen's coming out unharmed." His skin itched and burned as he approached the dark corner the god of madness hid in. He'd anticipated such a vile foe to be angry. A moaning wail, tired and scared rattled the walls, Kid's heartbeat matching the vibrations. A vile, invasive feeling, like nausea wormed into his chest.

"I don't want to leave." His voice echoed through the cavern.

The Kishen was afraid.

-8-0-8-

Shinigami-sama paced back and forth. Minutes felt like hours with him trapped away from the battlefield. Finally, his mirror flickered to life, and the interior of the airship rippled into view.

"I'm sorry sir." The mechanic said. "I told him, told him to come- back- but he- and-" Showing he was anxious would only make humans frightened, he had learned that long ago.

"Slow down, slow down." Shinigami said calmly. "Let me talk to Kid." The mechanic stood at attention; his voice gone. He tried to speak, then took a deep breath.