Ok so this is my first fanficton ever so if you can I need some feedback. Ok so Crona is a boy and idk if I want him to be gay
"Ugh", Neona rolled over and looked at the clock on her nightstand. Its eight, she smiled to herself. It has been almost ten years since she escaped Lady Medusa. When she came to this strange world she had nothing and no one. She spent the first month on the streets of Hollywood, California. Sleeping in parks and begging for food. Neona met many strange people and eventually met a woman who said she worked with foster care and would get her a place to live until she was eighteen. Alone cold and being only eight at the time she quickly agreed.
It was hard when she arrived at a house, full of mean and obnoxious children, to hide the blades that would suddenly come out of skin. She was hated by the other kids because of the injuries she gave them on accident. Since she was nowhere near the knives and the blades coming out of her skin had disappeared. That mixed with her strange obsession with the number eight caused for an unhappy life she spent most of her time alone which allowed her time to study. (That's how she was able to skip a year of high school) She didn't care though as long as there were no witches there trying to get there child to kill her. She was as close to safety as she could get.
Neona got out of bed slowly wondering about medusas child. What had happed to Crona and his weapon Ragnarok? She had only known them for a week that was when Lady Medusa left them in a room together to fight to the death. Neona remembered how sad the young boy looked and how mean the demon was. The two kids had become fast friends. On day seven Medusa threatened Crona, if he didn't kill Neona she would leave him alone is his room for a month. The eight day at exactly eight Neona got up and prepared to fight her only friend in the world, Crona. When the boy finally awoke the fight started. After a few minutes Crona caught on, with a wink Neona fell back "dead". That's how she got out .They left her "dead" body outside thanks to Crona's suggestion. The rest was simple find another witch and hope she knows how to make a portal.
The young weapon looked in her mirror counting the eight purple stripes flowing down her hair. Once her morning routine was finished Neona went on an eight mile bike ride around town. She was hoping to find an interesting place that was hiring. Seeing how in a few months she would be eighteen and the government would no longer help fund her. She had just finished eight miles when she came across a shop called Mystic Beings. They were hiring! "I spent so long trying to escape from a world of witches", she mumbled as she walked in the store," but now I will sell incents to wiccans."
The inside was packed full of books, herbs, incents, jewelry, clothing, and everything else a 'mystic being' would need. "Welcome to Mystic Beings." A happy voice came from the front of the store. An older lady stood there in a plain black dress and a gray shawl that matched the color of her frizzy hair. that only reached her sholders.
"I saw that you where hiring"
"oh yes, I am Lady Dakota", The woman came toward Neona and embraced her,"My last worker was just puf in the... uh loony bin, haha, you dont have any mental health problems do you."
"No, well I kind of have this OCD thing with the number eigh, but I can over come it."
"Is that why you have eight symmetrical lines in your hair?"
"Yeah, so I normally wake up at eight but if you need me here earlier I could make it."
"This time is perfect, do you have a resume?"
"Yeah,... here."
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Neona had been working at Mystic Beings for five months, nothing had happened except for the occasional luck or protection spell from some of the customers. She was hoping for something anything exiting to happen. "Felix iuvenis assistentes bithda goddes vultus meus ad te!"
"Huh"
"Right you don't speak Latin, Happy Birthday my young assistant may the goddess look over your day."
"Thank you Lady Dakota."
"Here you go." She handed Neona a black box with eight thin purple stripes. Inside where four purple bracelets, four black bracelets and a velvet choker with a skull in the middle. "Oh I love it!" Neona exclaimed as she put on the jewelry. Four bracelets per wrist.
"I'm glad, oh, I have a lunch with some of my coven, you can run the store for a while right?"
Neona nodded. "Yeah, I can handle it."
Lady Dakota scurried out almost crashing into a blond girl with pigtails. "Come on guys." The girl called to her friends outside the door.
"What if it brings back memories of Lady Medusa I don't think I could handle that." A familiar voice came from outside the door. "Crona." Neona whispered to herself. A tall young man with golden eyes walked in next," Ugh this place is extremely unsymmetrical."
"Nobody has ever complained before," Neona said as she walked behind the counter ," and it seems that your hair is just as unsymmetrical." He burst in to tears and fell to his knees calling himself unsymmetrical garbage. Neona felt terrible, she should have guested he had an obsession like her except his was worse. That's when Crona walked in. The girl seemed annoyed with the blubbering guy on the ground. "Maka Chop!" Crona flinched. "Ahem thank you Maka I needed that" He got up and fixed his suit.
"You know your just glorifying and promoting witchcraft with this shop."
"As long as I'm collecting a paycheck and nobody tries to curse me its all good. we are all safe from magic in this world." She looked at Crona and smiled. He blushed looking as uncomfortable as ever. They continued to look around for a few minutes before the young man with the stripes in his hair approached Neona. "I noticed everything is in groups of eight, a perfectly symmetrical number, why is that."
" I have this little obsession with the the number eight, its a minor OCD thing. Im guessing you're the same way with symmetry."
"Yes", He smiled, "you are perfectly symmetrical in every way."
Neona's cheeks became hot no doubt they were turning Rosy red.
"Kid, stop trying to flirt with her."
"What kind of name is Kid?"
"Its Death the Kid, Kid for short." His face had grown serous as he looked into Neona's eyes.
"Death the Kid as in son of Lord Death from Death City!"
"Yeah" Maka and Kid said in unison.
"You look familiar." Came Crona's small voice as he approached.
"Hi Crona." Neona said sadly. Crona looked confused.
"You idiot, it's that girl you killed", Ragnarok appeared out of Crona's back, "or maybe you didn't kill her."
"It was a fake fight remembers." Crona looked helpless as Ragnarok smacked him on the head," Neona how long have you been here." The pink haired swordsman looked like he was about to cry.
"Ten years now, I never did figure out how to get back." Neona tried to hold back her tears she had missed him so much he was like a brother to her.
"Well, we can help you with that!"Maka said oblivious to the reunion going on, "we will take you to Death City where you can train at the DMWA!"
"I have a life here, a job, a roommate, I can't just leave."
"Please.", Tears where falling from Crona's eyes," I can't lose you again."
"Oh Cron!" Neona ran over to her friend and hugged him tightly.
"Oh Neo!" He hugged her back.
"Oh brother." Ragnarok disappeared again.
The two sobbed loudly into each other's shoulders.
"What's going on in my shop." Neona let go of Crona and wiped the tears from her eyes careful not to mess up here eyeliner.
"Lady Dakota, I um, this is my... Long lost brother and his friends."
"Oh you're a boy, why are you wearing a dress and your hair... Well to each his own."
"Lady Dakota I... I have to go I'm leaving town, I'm moving away to... Er Canada to... take care of my father he is very ill."
"Will you ever be coming back?"
"I spent most of my life waiting for my family to track me down I can't just abandon them after." Lady Dakota looked sad.
"Go you crazy child of the moon."
By the next hour they had all of Neona's stuff packed, her roommate was informed. "Let's go." Kid smiled and held out his hand