This is yaoi so if you don't like it, don't read it. I'm basing it off the English dub of the anime where they refer to Crona as a boy. I really don't care if you like F!Crona, don't even bother reviewing if you're going to be like, "I think Crona is a girl but I think this story is ok", I'd rather you not even review then. F!Crona annoys me because Crona seems a little too weak(I might be being sexist but im a girl so does that count?) to be a girl. It pisses me off. I really don't have to explain myself buuut..Anyway, it's AU-ish, doesn't alter the anime too much, just a few things and this is set in a future time, maybe a few months after everyone is fine and the bad guys are defeated.
I was listening to Sally's Song while writing this first chapter so don't judge me. I've never tried writing any of the Soul Eater characters so go easy on me please.
He could hear the uneven pants, the calls for his name in a panicked frenzy, calls for help and screams but he couldn't bring himself to crack open his eyes. He was afraid, the fear gripping his heart tightly. He didn't want to see it. He didn't want to see the blood.
"Kid! Please!"
He didn't want to wake up.
"Crona no! Don't please! Cro—"
"MAKA!"
"…did you know his blood is black?"
"DAMMIT KID!"
The sharp smack echoed in the darkened room, the light switch flicking on in an instant, golden irises snapping open at the same time.
"L-Liz..?"
A soft relieved sigh escaped the older blonde that hovered over him, staring down at him, worry etched into her face, eyebrows drawn low over her eyes. A younger blonde popped up next to her, eyes brimming with tears.
"You're ok!"
The young shinigami ignored the exclamation and lightly scanned his surroundings. The white washed room confused him before he caught sight of the guillotine's lined up not far off from where he lay. The death room.
"W…what's going on..?" he croaked, voice hoarse from misuse.
A bouncy blob of black appeared in his vision, the white mask of his father greeting him, "Hi there kiddo, good to see you're awake now…I'm sorry to say this but, that friend of yours, Crona, was kidnapped a week ago when you hosted that party. Everyone was gravely hurt," the younger shinigami took in the appearance of his weapons, seeing their bandaged state, "Soul and Maka are under critical condition and Stein doesn't know if they'll pull through," the death lord seemed worried, "You barely pulled through yourself…kiddo.."
Kid's ragged breathing slowed, staring at his father, a pain in his side numbing the rest of his body, "Do..Do we have any idea...who attacked us?"
The death gods body seemed to go rigid, "Apparently, the demon sword Ragnorak. He himself attacked everyone. From what little Maka could tell us, he had increased size ten fold and Crona's soul wavelength had darkened and grown considerably. We believe he had "Soul Protection" on himself the whole time. Or at least for a few weeks. Though, Maka begged me not to jump to conclusions, she said something was wrong, the boy wasn't even himself, his body seemed too limp to be moving on his own. We believe the black blood may have gone to his head, quite literally," the god paused to examine his son's reaction, "He's in danger of himself."
The younger god pursed his lips, pushing himself to rest against his forearms, not caring that he was shirtless as he struggled to sit up in the daybed he had been placed on. His hair was all over the place and sticking up at different angles but he couldn't bring himself to raise his hand. He felt like throwing up despite his stomach feeling empty and particularly starved over the week he'd been out.
"So we have to save him? From himself? How do we do that?" the young boy scoffed, tenderly gripping his side.
"Maka has done it once before, but we are afraid of the outcome this time around…," the god paused as his son got up, held by his two weapons, "I have already sent Black Star, Tsubaki, Stein, and Marie on their way to search for him, his most recent attack destroyed seven houses and eight humans in a neighboring village…We were told that the demon on his back was continuously saying, '"…did you know his blood is black..?"'. We're unsure if Ragnorak is entirely under control of the operation but he is the cause."
Kid felt hatred boiling in the bottom pits of his stomach, pursing his lips in annoyance, gently swatting the helping hands away, running his own through his hair, hoping he smoothed it to a point of mild perfection. He felt a twinge of regret and sorrow about how he was so quick to ultimately hate the demon swordsman and it showed on his face. He felt an oversized hand against his back, probably to sooth him.
"Kiddo, if we can't save him again,"
"We have to kill him," Kid finished quietly, clenching his fists at the thought of having the pinkish haired boy beneath him, riddled with bullets and stabs, bleeding and laughing grimly as his blood flowed freely, continuously attacking them until there was nothing to salvage. Attacking Maka, Soul, Black Star, Tsubaki, Liz, Patty, and himself.
He pictured the tears that would flow down everyone faces, the few prickling the corners of his eyes, the way Stein, Marie, Sid, and everyone else would react once they returned or yet...if they did at all. The worst reaction of all would probably be of Maka's. He could already hear her pained screams echoing in the back of his mind, begging him to spare the boy, begging him not to reap him. Begging...Screaming.
Kid threw up.
FIRST CHAPTER FINISHED! It's quite short but, bleh.