Quick author's note before you start reading! This will be a Crona x Maka fanfiction later in the story and includes mentions of things like abortion, the use of the term 'it' for a baby, potential cursing, genderlessness of a child, sex change surgery, and potentially explicit scenes later on. The gender will be mostly unspecified for Crona and will not be established until later in the story. Ragnarok will not hold a bigger role until later on in the story. Thank you for reading, and feel free to review!

Chapter One: The Beginning! A New Baby?

Things couldn't be more of a mess for the mother-to-be. She hadn't planned for this. Perhaps it was her fault, sure, but she'd never admit it. She was pregnant. And by the time the doctors had told her, it was too late for an abortion.

The same thing had happened when she'd had her first child. She'd been stuck with it. That baby had been born a boy. She'd named him Ragnarok.

Aside from that, she knew her family wouldn't let her get one anyway… This woman was Medusa, and she'd just gotten some of the worst news possible.

She was expecting. A wretched, disgusting, ugly baby would be born sometime within the year.

The thought made her shiver. She left the hospital with an emotionless look on her face, and headed home with her sister, Arachne. When she was asked what happened, she said it was a simple bout of the flu and dismissed it as nothing.

Medusa was quickly rushed to the hospital after going into labor, via ambulance, as no one was home and she didn't feel the need to contact any family. Ragnarok was out with her parents for the day. She didn't even scream in agony, as if she was immune to the pain. She just lay in the bed, feet propped up, emotionless to the situation.

She did as she was told, and the wretched baby was born and placed in her arms. She didn't even smile. Instead, Medusa looked at the baby in disgust and pawned it off on the doctors so they could clean it, diaper it, and dress it.

When she was let out of the hospital two days later, the baby in a carrier, she was wheeled out in a wheelchair. She was almost tempted to leave the baby for dead right then and there, where someone else could find the little wretch. But, if she returned home without this stupid baby what would her mother and father say? What would her sisters say?

And not to mention this was an extremely unfair situation to put her in. Scowling heavily, she set the child down in its carrier, and pulled out a cell phone. She hadn't thought of a name, hadn't asked the gender, nothing. She'd just taken her baby and left.

And, using her cell phone, she dialed for a taxi. To avoid calling family, as always. Just as when she'd been taken into the hospital, she still refused to involve anyone else. She intended on packing her things as soon as possible when she arrived home and taking the next bus out of there. She'd go far away, and get away from everyone, go somewhere no one would ever find her.

Moments later the taxi had arrived, as it wasn't a particularly busy day. She climbed in, putting the child in the back seat with her and buckling it in. She mumbled an address out to the driver and he took her home, where she paid him and got out with the child. When she stepped in the door she was greeted by two large boxes of diapers, quite a lot of baby formula, as well as a lot of clothes for the baby. All unisex. "Huh, good," She thought bitterly. "Now I won't have to buy all this myself. Less expenses for me."

A bitter smile crossed her features as she shut the door behind her and fled upstairs to put the child in her room. Once there, the…thing, yes, for now it would be a 'thing' since she didn't know the gender…started to cry almost immediately. She gave the carrier a kick, but it didn't shut it up at all, in fact it made it a lot worse. With a low growl, she turned on her heel, slammed her bedroom door shut, and went downstairs to gather up all of the baby clothes, diapers, and formula. It took two or three trips, and that was with grabbing up as much as she possibly could on each trip, but she eventually managed to get it done.

Now, her next course of action: finding out where she'd go from here. She lived in Manhattan, and needed to travel far away enough so that nobody would find her. No old coworkers, or schoolmates or family members. And she didn't have any friends so that was no problem whatsoever.

She went about gathering up any money she had, or could find. First was her savings, kept in a box sealed tightly and hidden under her bed. In that she counted roughly seventeen hundred dollars from her previous job. She'd quit just before she was supposed to go on maternity leave.

Next was to look around downstairs for any money that might be left out. "Hm." She hummed to herself as she walked throughout the house, digging into any places she knew her parents kept money. She found a change jar, which she put in her room, then checked the savings that were in the safe in her father's office. He was saving that for retirement, she knew, and to make it go unnoticed she'd have to take a miniscule amount. She opted to steal two thousand of the copious amounts of money he'd saved over the years. She hadn't known he'd had that much in there because she'd never bothered with the safe until now. She'd always known the code, in case she had wanted to keep something in it.

She thought for a moment, and decided this was enough, the end result being three thousand and seven hundred dollars, plus whatever was in the jar of change she'd put upstairs.

Just as she was slipping the money into her purse, her parents and two sisters walked in. Shaula held her older child, Ragnarok. He was only a year, and he started babbling on about nonsense when he seen his mother. She didn't pay him much mind for now.

"Oh, you're home!" Exclaimed Medusa's mother, dragging her eldest into a hug. She grinned forcefully and tried to pry her mother's arms off of her. "Let go, please."

As Medusa's mother pulled away, her father started speaking. "So, where's the baby?" He asked immediately, keening his ears. She was reluctant to answer but knew she wouldn't be able to avoid the question. "Upstairs in my room." She said, turning on her heel and darting upstairs swiftly to hide the change jar she'd taken.

She rolled it under the bed as she heard four sets of footsteps coming up the stairs to see the 'little angel' as they'd likely call it.

She rolled her eyes when they entered the room.

Arachne crouched by the baby and sneered; it was weird looking to her. "Babies, pfff…" She scoffed, before standing aside then exiting the room. Shaula came over next, cooing at the baby gently before lifting it out of the carrier. Its crying softened to whimpers upon being held, and Medusa mentally thanked her younger sister for this. The wailing had gotten to be too much.

Medusa watched carefully as Shaula's face turned sour, and she sniffed, realizing the baby needed a diaper change. "Uh…EW…your turn, mom." She said with a forced smile, passing the baby over and taking off downstairs.

The girls' mother looked after her youngest daughter skeptically, before sighing heavily and laying the baby down on Medusa's bed on its back and changing the diaper without a second thought. "Whatever am I going to do with you girls?" She questioned, folding the dirty diaper up and setting it aside.

As she cleaned the baby up, she glanced back at Medusa. "What's the baby's name?" She asked curiously.

The blonde thought heavily on the matter, before coming up with an answer. "…Crona." She replied, watching the scene with uncaring eyes. Her mother moved back for a second, a bit confused.

"The baby's…uh…how will I put this…anatomy looks strange." She stated, confused.

"Does it?" Medusa moved closer to inspect; she was right. It did look a bit off, abnormal even. What was this…? The baby—Crona—looked as though it were a boy, but not quite. What was this? Her jaw dropped, and she scowled, this couldn't be. Her child, her baby, was deformed! "I-I…!" She didn't know what to think. She'd expected a daughter that would at least be bearable. But this, this constituted as having no gender at all!

"Sweetie, hey, its oka-!"

"Get away from me, I don't want anything to do with anyone right now!"

Now her father chimed in, "Don't talk to your mother that way!"

Medusa's eyes brightened in pure rage and she shoved her mother away from the baby, forcing both her parents from the room and slamming the door shut.

The blonde started to kick things, the furniture, the walls, boxes, anything within her reach. All the while, screaming in pure rage. She didn't understand why this angered her so; perhaps it was the fact that not only was she stuck with a little wretch that she didn't want but a deformed little wretch.

This was not at all what she expected to deal with. She now stared at Crona, lying on the bed, fully naked. Her fists clenched, and at that moment she decided she didn't want to wait any longer to leave. She had to go. Tonight.