Hey guys, I'm not dead! Sorry, Track season + Drama club + Partially dislocated kneecap + Final testing + Vocal lessons + Tumbling = I haven't uploaded anything ALL SPRING. I'm still writing, and I have a lot to type. I started with this because I figured you all needed another fic than Hetalia. I have a few Soul Eater, a few Hetalia, and a Black Butler fic waiting to be typed, but I'm going to have a busy summer. I have track camp, weight training, a weeklong state-wide roller coaster tour, RESPECT THE LAW camp, Vocal lessons, and Tumbling. Woop-de-frickin-do... Well, anyways, don't get mad if I don't upload things often...
I don't own anything excepy my OC.
"Go on Crona, kill it." Medusa pointed to the dragon, then glared at the small shivering boy.
"I…I…" He stuttered, stepping back.
"Fine then." She led him away to the back room. Then she came back and looked at the dark haired girl, nodding her head to music that was coming through a pair of headphones. Her lips mouthed each word, but she stayed there silently. "Morrissa, your turn." She hit 'pause' on her CD player and slid her headphones off. With a flick of her wrist, the small monster disintegrated to nothing.
"Good." Medusa smiled. "You get dinner tonight."
"And Crona?" She asked, eyeing her mother with a challenge.
"You did as you were told. He didn't." She patted her daughter on the shoulder. "If he were good like you, he could eat."
That night, Morrissa tiptoed down the hallway to her brother's room. She opened the door, mentally cursing herself as it squeaked.
"W-Who's there?" Crona asked, straining to see in the dark room.
Ragnarok flicked him in the ear. "What if it's Medusa? You should have pretended to be asleep!"
"It's me." Morrissa replied.
Crona switched on his bedside table lamp. Morrissa held out a sandwich. "Dinner?"
Ragnarok laughed and popped it in his mouth. "This is why we love you…" He joked.
Crona shook his head. "You have to eat too."
"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."
"But-"
"Goodnight, Crona. I'll see you in the morning." Morrissa kissed his brother on the forehead and left. Her stomach rumbled in the dark. She was hungry.
"Goodbye, Crona." Morrissa hugged her brother for the last time. Sharpie-marker doodles climbed her arms.
"Morrissa, don't go. I can't deal with being alone with Mother." A single tear dripped off the 10-year-old's cheek.
She gripped her brother's shoulders firmly and stared into his eyes. "You can do it, Crona. Please be strong."
Instead of agreeing, Crona pushed his sister's long black curls behind her shoulder and touched her arm. "Why are you so thin?"
Ragnarok bonked him on the head with his fist. "She gives us her food, stupid." He smiled and licked his lips. "Yummy!"
Crona looked at her. "But you're still eating too, right?"
"Don't worry about me Crona. I'll only be gone for a month or so. I'm sorry."
Medusa took Morrissa's hand. "Now, this job is very important."
Morrissa slammed the front door behind her. "I'm home!"
Medusa was in the kitchen, reading a paper. Morrissa dropped a brown canvas bag on the table in front of her. "You actually found it?" The woman asked, pulling out a cracked leather notebook.
"What happened to it taking a month?" Morrissa countered.
Medusa shrugged, uncaring. "You were gone for how long?" She set the book down.
"Four years. What has Crona thought?" Morrissa was getting angry, raising her voice at her mother for the first time in her life.
"He's gone, Morrissa." Medusa replied, cold and unfeeling.
Morrissa stood there for a moment, taking in what she'd just heard. Medusa explained to her what happened: She'd used Crona as a defense when she'd tried to use black blood on the kishin. "You let the meisters kidnap him? How could you? They'll kill him!"
"Then go get him back. I know you're more than capable of it." Medusa smiled evilly.
"You monster! I'm going to find him, but I'll never bring him back, because I hate you!" Morrissa grabbed the book she brought back and hurled it into the fireplace. Satisfied for the moment, she ran out the front door, never turning back. "I'll find you, Crona. I promise." She whispered.
PS. Sorry for the choppy writing, but I wanted you to have a background on her before I got into an actual plotline.