A dark, short one-shot to a picture I found of Crona as a Neko. Hope you like it! :)
Crona rubbed her arm as she stared at the ground. Why did she try so hard? It never got her anywhere. No matter what she did. Her mama would never care. Even after the experiments. All of the things she did. How she obeyed though she hated hurting people. Mama didn't reward her. Praise her. All she called her was a disappointment and told her to try harder. Why didn't Mama like her?
"Is I cute nao, Mama?" she had asked eagerly. The experiment went well. The newly added tail and kitten ears twitched in waiting. Would Mama like her? Hopefully! She had been a good girl, right? The sharp look she received darkened her spirits.
"Didn't I tell you to go practice fighting? You're only the same disgusting child as before with little additions I added for you to get better at battling," her mother replied cruelly as if she was talking to a foolish servant. Tears built up behind Crona's eyes. Mama still didn't like her. Why didn't she love her?
Crona dragged her sword, Ragnarok, behind her as she walked out. "Yes, Mama. I sowwy, Mama. I going." Mama only turned her back to her. It didn't matter. Mama hated her. That was all there was to it.
Wet drops scattered on the floor. Mama hates her. Mama will always hate her. Ragnarok pulled her hair and called her names until she began to move. But Mama ignored it. Mama didn't save her. Mama would be happy if she was dead. If she died, Mama wouldn't have to be disappointed. If she died, Mama wouldn't care at all. If she died, no one would care at all.
Was it good? I'm thinking of turning it into a story for Crona/Kid. Review and tell me what you think!