Hey-oh.

So, I've decided that after drawing some Kid and Crona, I want to write some Kid and Crona. Because let's face it, ambiguous gender or not, they're freaking adorable together. Haha, anyways, these are just fund drabbles I guess so I hope you enjoy them (even if I might not update regularly because of projects and Royai. T_T)

Also, I'm just using the prompts from the "Kid X Crona 100 Themes Art Challenge" from Deviantart, so away we go!

Enjoy!

63. Do Not Disturb

Moving away from Gallows Mansion had been a particularly interesting change for Kid, who had lived in the spaciously symmetrical estate for all of his life. The house had always been kept tidy, thanks to slew of housekeepers who had aligned things until he was able to do it on his own, and even after Liz and Patty had moved in, the place was always well-maintained. They weren't particularly messy sisters, after all, having grown up with little in the first place.

And so he didn't mind when they accompanied him when he moved to New York City, to get "out to see the world some more," as his father put it, before his duties as a Shinigami beckoned for him to return to Death City. I mean, he wanted to experience living on his own, after all.

Which is why he offered to let Crona accompany him to the big city; he understood the desire to get out away from the DWMA for a while.

Kid twitched as he looked down at the little "Do Not Disturb" sign, which had been carelessly tossed onto his pristine hall shelf, utterly destroying the symmetrical design he had worked so hard to construct. Picking up the offending piece of paper, he muttered under his breath.

"So careless! Who would just toss this away like that? It must've been Liz, trying to throw me off again. That woman can be so infuriating. Everyone knows that this goes in the bathroom for when someone needs-."

Kid froze, his body halfway into the bathroom, the "Do Not Disturb" sign fallen and forgotten.

Nobody moved. Not the young Shinigami, not the young pink-haired girl who had stepped out of the shower. Eyes were frozen on faces, blood was trickling out of a little reaper nostril, and steam poured between the two, fogging the horrified, bulging eyes.

"Geez, kid, why don't you take a picture, it'll last longer!" a troll-like voice scolded, Ragnarok materializing on Crona's bare back.

As if Ragnarok had woken them from some deep catatonic state, their faces flushed red, their mouths moving a mile a minute.

"K-Kidwhatareyoudoinginhere? Ineedatowel! You-youjustsawme... IDON'TKNOWHOWTODEALWITHTHIS."

"Crona! Iamsosorry! Pleaseforgiveme! Ididn'tknowyouwere-I-Ihadthedisturbancesignand-and -IHAVETOGONOW."

His hand grappling for the knob, Kid yanked the bathroom door shut, his heart pounding against his chest and his hand clamped over his mouth.

Crona covered her face with her hands, embarrassment coursing through her veins. "Oh no..." she sighed.

"The little pervert was trying to take a peek at you!" Ragnarok hollered.

Her fingers fell from her eyes, scooping up a little slip of cardboard that had stuck to the wet floor. "What is it? What is it?" the black-blood monster questioned.

"It's a 'do not disturb' sign," Crona said slowly. She frowned.

Ragnarok shook his head. "What a lame excuse to be a little perv."

Shitty ending, I know. But I've decided I'm going to make these all part of a drabble-y progressive story about them living together and getting together and biz so. :) I hope you liked it!

Reviews are always ap'urciated. ^_^

Peace, L.