Unsymmetrical love

Kid x Chrona

Note: My profile states my opinion on Chrona's gender and in this fic it is FEMALE, stating in the comments that she is a boy will not change anything

and this is how I feel about that: media./image/lucky star/vlard/luckystarfinger-2.gif?o15

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"Father, I cannot accept this! How could you make such a foolish decision?"

The young shinigami couldn't remember ever disagreeing with his father; he had only looked up to him since birth. Still, now he stood before him, feet dug into the ground with determination. This was something he would not be moved on.

Shinigami-sama tilted his mask to the side, an eyebrow (if it could be called that) cocked in concern. "My, I've never seen you so angry, son. But perhaps you should tell me what's gotten you so flustered before you come storming in here? Don't you think?" his voice didn't sound half as serious as his son's.

"You're allowing Medusa's daughter to become a student! She is the daughter of a witch; she can't be trusted to run free through the school."

His father just waved a hand at him. "Chrona might be related to a witch but she deserves a chance all the same, and Maka seems to trust her and she's a smart enough student. Besides, she's far too meek to be of any threat."

Taking a deep breath Kid tried to calm his voice. "You're letting compassion get in the way of sense. One witch has already infiltrated your school; we should be doubling our security, not letting in the unwanted leftovers from our enemies. Chrona will only lead this university to hell."

Oddly Shinigami-sama waved, "Speaking of Chrona… Seems you two are early."

A thought similar to "Oh shit…" passes through his thoughts, but of course he would never say anything so vulgar. Sure enough the former Demon sword wielder was standing at the end of the walkway to the odd open room Shinigami used as his "office", Maka standing at her side. The young Scythe technician was obviously not happy, he could almost feel her glare burning a hole in his forehead. Chrona however, had tears shining in her eyes, looking back and forth between everyone, trying to figure out what she had did wrong.

"Come on, Chrona." Maka took her arm and lead her out. "We'll come back when we're wanted."

"A-am I in trouble?" her voice was broken and nervous. Maka could be heard consoling her as they left. He knew he would either get an earful later or perhaps a few days of the silent treatment, either way he wasn't looking forward to their next meeting.

"Now do you see, don't you?" His father's voice was calm, almost caring in a way, "Did you look in her eyes, she doesn't want to hurt anyone, she's just scared."

"You didn't see her on the ship father, you didn't hear what she said…" though he had to admit, the crazed look she had worn before, the dilated pupils and dark circles under her eyes, seemed to have faded into tears and somber depression… it had to be a trick, otherwise they could never had been the same person.

"I'm sorry, Kid, but my decision is final." Shinigami-sama half sang, leading his son out of the room with a playful gesture. "If you have a problem, maybe you should talk it out with our newest student."

"F-father, I'm not going to-" he was to the point of pushing him now, he tried to dig in his feet but it was useless.

The moment they finally reached the entrance and he was sent stumbling out. After one or two trips he finally caught his balance. Straightening his coat with an air of indignence he took notice of the figures to his right. As soon as he met her eyes Chrona's gaze shot away, resting on the floor in shame. Maka's, couldn't have been more locked on him then if she had been using a rifle scope.



"Chrona, do you think you'll be alright, talking to Shinigami-sama by yourself?"

With a hesitant nod she inched away from her protection and headed into Shinigami-sama's room by her lonesome, it was almost like sending a timid child being sent off to kindergarten. Once she was successfully out of earshot all of her attention to the boy, he felt a shiver go down his spine.

There was a good long moment of agonizing silence and he wondered if it was alright to leave but she almost seemed to sense the thought and burst at that moment into a rant.

"I can't believe you, Kid! I would have thought you of all people should be smart enough to understand her!" she was yelling so loud he had to wince. "Chrona is very fragile, she's never known any sense of belonging and you want to freak her out before she even moves in to her new home?! Now she's going to be frightened all over again!"

"She's a witch, Maka!" he managed to break in with some yelling of his own. "After all the years my father worked fighting them I'm not about to let one into this school, the school I will one day take over and-"

It was at that moment the spine of a hardcover novel struck him hard in the side of the head. It was a few moments before his vision cleared of stars but he still heard her last words as she walked away in a huff.

"We don't all want to so desperately be like our parents; like you, Kid…"

Standing there alone in the hallway he attempted to steady his spinning head, that girl had some arm on her. The statement, however, was there, and lingering in the swirling mess. It made a good point, he was smart enough to be aware that he could be wrong, that was for sure.

As the dizziness faded into throbbing pain, perhaps some sense had been knocked into him as well. Perhaps he had been going about this all wrong… if he had a problem, shouldn't he be talking to the person he had the problem with? He had to apologize to her anyway, no matter if she was a witch. His manners would have never allowed him to say it to her face had he known she'd be there. It wasn't what a gentleman of his caliber would do. Besides, if his partners ever found out he was so mean to her, they'd probably be as pissed as Maka… he didn't need more women hating him at the moment.

He would make sure to talk with her later… but he wasn't entirely sure how, she was, as Maka said, highly sensitive and in a very frightening place at the moment. He would have to tread very lightly.

Even if she was the daughter of a witch, the last thing he wanted to see were tears in those pale blue eyes.

-- Symmetry--

The guest rooms at Shibusen were much more eloquent then Chrona was used to. There was a bed instead of old sheets in a corner, with pillows even, there were windows that let enough light of the afternoon sun to easily light the room, and a dresser for the clothes she didn't have. She didn't know how to deal with so much stuff, preferring to just huddle on the stone floor in the corner. A soft sigh lingered in the silence, it really didn't matter much how she felt, she wouldn't be here much longer if the little shinigami had his way.

Of course he didn't like her, not after their meeting on the ship. She would never be able to live a life here, with the other students, her past would never leave her. Haunting ghosts of her actions and Medusa would be lingering in her presence no matter where she went. This only proved it.

Everything would be better for everyone if they had just let her disappear.

The soft knock on the door almost made her jump as it cut through the silence. She looked up curiously, she really 

didn't get many visitors, and Maka had already left. It didn't make much sense. It wasn't until a second knock that she finally got up to answer, she wanted to make sure it was real and not just her imagination. She only dared to open the door a crack, when she spotted familiar white stripes against a black background she hesitated but finally let the door creak all the way back. She didn't want to be scolded but would probably make it worse if she didn't answer.

"Shinigami-kun?" she clutched her arms in hesitance, "D-did I do something else wrong…?"

The thin boy coughed awkwardly into his hand, "No, no, I didn't come for anything like that. I'm sorry for interrupting you at your… room, but I need to talk to you for a moment if you don't mind."

"I-I'm sorry! I-I won't d-do it again!" Instinct kicked in as it had whenever Medusa wanted to "talk to her", heightening her voice and bringing her hands protectively to her scalp, but it only seemed to stress the young shinigami more.

"No, Chrona, you didn't do anything wrong…" he apparently was just as uncomfortable as she was. "I came to apologize for what I said early. I was far out of line and Maka made me realize that I was speaking of you without the facts… as a gentleman I am ashamed of myself."

Tilting her head she tried to make sense of what he had just said… she couldn't remember ever being apologized to. "Why would you be sorry… you don't want me here, that's my fault isn't it?"

She heard him let out a sigh, which most people seemed to do at this point in any conversation with her, he even gave the same pitiful look. "Perhaps I should explain why I'm upset and at fault, would that help?"

Not sure either way she simply nodded, the shinigami seemed like someone who liked to talk and if that made him happy it would only help her. Honestly, she zoned out for a bit, she was fascinated by the fact that his yellow eyes had little rings in them and tried to count them, but caught the end.

"As you know, as a shinigami it can be hard to accept that the child of a witch is going to be in the university I will one day inherit; the very organization that has been fighting witches for hundreds of years… can you see why I'm uncomfortable?"

"… You don't like me because we're supposed to be enemies, right?"

"It's not so much dislike but yes…"

"But… Maka and I fought each other… and we became friends…"

That made him uncomfortable, "Well, yes…"

Her weight shifted back and further as she watched her feet. Faintly she knew it was a poor question to ask but it made sense, didn't it? She never really knew. "Then, can't we be friends too?"

There was a time of uncomfortable silence between that lingered for a good time. She wondered if she had done something wrong again and was about to apologize until footsteps were herd down the hallway. They both looked up to see Maka turned the corner. Chrona felt the familiar brightening of the dark world around her at the presence of her friend and smiled sheepishly when she waved. Of course as soon as she spotted Kid her expression changed entirely.

"What are you doing here?" she crossed her arms over her chest, stepping between her and the shinigami.

He wasn't about to be put down, he stood just as straight and stern, in fact the only one who didn't seem to be radiating with tension was Chrona herself. "I was apologizing, I'll have you know."

"H-he was Maka, he was being very nice." The timid girl pulled on her companion's shirt sleeve, trying to get her to 

calm down, "Please, I-I don't like fighting…"

The young Scythe technician patted her shoulder, consoling her friend. "Alright, if you say so, Chrona." Her green eyes narrowed as she glanced over at the boy, "You know, I came to ask if you wanted me to show you around death city tomorrow but… since Kid-kun is in such a friendly mood, and I'm sure he knows the city better than I do, why doesn't HE take you around?"

"Maka," Kid objected rather quickly, "I don't think Chrona would-"

"O-okay…"

They both turned to the little voice, Chrona squirmed uncomfortably under their stares. "I-I want to go with Shinigami-kun… H-he's nice and… no one has ever apologized to me so I-I want to make up for all the bad things I've done before."

"Chrona.." Maka gave her that look of concern she always did whenever she said something bad about herself. "You know none of that was your fault, it was Medusa's. You don't have to "make up" for anything."

Her concern made her smile, "Shinigami-kun thinks I do so… I-I don't mind."

Maka sighed and nodded, "Fine, if that's how you feel, it's a date. Kid, you'll be here sharp and early tomorrow to pick her up, got that."

Kid gapped, Chrona thought his face looked kind of funny but tried not to giggle. "D-don't I have any say in this?"

"Nope." Maka pet his shoulder, "And she'd better have fun because I'm going to ask her all about it when she gets back. If not I'm going to make sure I have an extra thick book with me next time."

Groaning softly he rubbed his head at the thought. "Alright, there's no need for threats." Those yellow eyes met hers again and on instinct she looked away. "I-I suppose I'll see you tomorrow then, Chrona… Good night." Though he didn't seem angry, there was a certain somber dragging of feet. The technicians watched him gone.

"He'll come around in time." Maka nodded to her friend, but paused when she noticed a slight pink to her cheeks. "You alright?"

"I-I'm fine." She squirmed from one foot to another, "Shinigami-kun doesn't like me but he's still polite…"

"He's very dignified, it comes from his upbringing."

"D-do you think he'll ever like me?" her voice was high with unsure hope; it caught the blonde's attention.

"Everyone will once they get to know you." She gave her shoulder a small squeeze. "Don't worry about it, you'll do fine here."

Though she nodded she didn't entirely agree with her new friend. Still, she wanted to be friends with the little shinigami… he was cute. There was a funny feeling stirring in her stomach and it made her feel odd when he was around. Maybe she was getting sick…