Gentle Sylph

Chapter 1

The sky wept bitterly, fat gray clouds blocked out the setting sun, and the brutal winds blew down anything in its wake. Rain hammered down, thunder boomed in the distance, and lightening flashed in rapid succession. Anyone unfortunate to still be out was soaked. And it just so happened that at that moment a girl with ash blond hair tied up in pink ribbons ran down the vacated streets, calling out a single name, "Crona!"

She was starting to get extremely worried about her beloved pet.

It had been a full two hours since she had last seen this particular pet, the longest they'd been separated since the timid pokemon came into young Maka Albarn's care.

Before the melodramatic weather took place they had been calmly strolling about the marketplace of Death City, hoping to find some useful supplies before they moved on at the end of the following week. However, they'd been separated by the crowds once it started to rain and ever since then Maka had been running about like crazy trying to find her lost pokemon who had undoubtedly gotten horribly lost. She tried to not imagine a worst case scenario, merely using what fear she already had to fuel her legs and body to keep moving.

She probably should have went back to their apartment and gotten Soul, her furfrou, or someone else, but she wasn't thinking, too worried about Crona's well-being.

Sniffling, the girl finally turned around and started to head for home. Tears ran down her already soaked face; however, she made a silent promise to resume her search once the rain had let up and she had someone to accompany her the next morning. Meanwhile, on an entirely different street Death the Kid, son to the mayor of Death City, held an umbrella tightly in hand as he made his way down Macabre Street and headed onto Charlotte Avenue. He had been hoping to get home before the storm hit, but found he possessed no such luck once the frigid droplets began to fall.

Normally, he'd have been thrown into a panic attack, but thanks to his sturdy black umbrella he felt he was well shielded from the water. Thank goodness for his father's quick thinking!

Yeah, he had been visiting with his dad, who was working, as usual, and suggested Kid take and use said umbrella once he found himself caught in the rain when he first attempted to make the trip back home.

Think eight, multiples of eight, he thought to himself, though part of him was deeply disgusted with how anxious he felt. You'll be home soon, he promised himself, just stay calm and above all don't–

This was when his thoughts were disrupted by a sharp, keening cry. He froze where he stood, turning his head to look in the direction of that horrid wail. His eyes met a darkened alley. Now, Kid wasn't stupid. He knew it was never a good idea to go into dark alleys, especially not if you hear such cries coming from one, but when he gave it thought he suspected that someone was hurt. And he wouldn't be able to leave in good conscience knowing someone was possibly hurt.

So, he turned and headed into the dark alley. It really wasn't that bad.

To a normal person it'd have probably caused them a heart attack, but Kid had spent his early years of youth surrounded by ghost, psychic, and dark-type pokemon so anything a normal scare had to offer–or an illusion meant to scare someone–just didn't cut it with Kid. He was, in a word, immune to such things.

That wail broke into his thoughts again.

Now that he was closer, Kid couldn't help but to think of how inhuman that noise sounded. He looked around warily as he continued forwards, expecting to see a wild, possibly hungry stray.

Sure enough, as he neared the end he saw a pair of long, quivering pink ears sticking up from within a large, abandoned wood crate that was soaked from the rain. They were clearly listening for intruders, but the cries had subsided, giving Kid the impression that whatever lay within the crate either feared he was a predator or waiting for him to get close enough before pouncing.

He decided to risk being pounced upon, taking another step closer to get a better view of the crate before him. It was in the process of decay with a fuzzy gray carpet of mold lining the underside of the disgusting, wooden container. A filthy, worn out dark blue tarp lay inside, clinging to the sides of the crate with slender inches of tattered fingers. A soft smile came to his face, as he peered down into the crate to see a sylveon lying there, tangled up in leather cords and thin, hair-like webs of string. It whimpered and squirmed weakly as they locked eyes with each other.

"How'd this happen, you silly thing?" Kid gently teased.

Reaching out cautiously to start untying the poor pokemon, he noticed something silvery gleam with reflected water droplets in the dim light of the alley. It disappeared as quickly as it had came into view. Sylveon gave another loud cry, thrashing and struggling harder. It shrieked in what sounded like agony when Kid finally reached down and started tugging at the tangled mess wrapped around the pokemon's lithe form. "It's all right," Kid breathed, hoping his calm would reassure Sylveon that everything was going to be okay.

It didn't.

Sylveon struggled harder, crying out more frequently in terror, and even went so far as to nip at Kid's hand to make him stop. It worked for about two minutes due to his shock at having been nipped by the seemingly defenseless creature before him.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he promised, feeling a tad foolish for talking like he were speaking to a small child rather than an animal. "I just want to untie you. Isn't that what you want? To be free?"

There was a moment of silence, as large blue hues stared up at him, trembling within their sockets, reflecting their heart's terror perfectly.

"Now," he said patiently, "let me try this one more time."

He started messing with the cords then and Sylveon lay quiet, much to both Kid's satisfaction and astonishment. Although, judging from how hard Sylveon breathed he supposed it had been at this for a while now and had all the fight drained from it. He managed to get the string off with little to no problem. It was so dainty and frail that it broke apart between his hands. Those damn cords were the real challenge. They were tough, as anticipated seeing as they were made of leather, but Kid managed to finally get them all off from the weakened fairy-type. He lifted Sylveon up with one arm, cradling it next to his chest, much to its horror. Kid hummed, noticing for the first time that it wore a collar. The silver license glowed beautifully with the tiny water beads catching light before dripping off.

Ugh, I don't know how to deal with strangers holding me! Sylveon seemed to blush, before sending him back with a hard tackle to the chest. Kid gasped, almost dropping his umbrella, but managed to keep his balance. He stood there temporarily winded for the next few minutes following the attack. Whimpering and panting hard, Sylveon padded off to hide behind a stack of drenched cardboard boxes.

A thick black stain was left on his hand, making him shudder as he wiped it off against his black pants. If he were anyone else he may have just left the scared Sylveon be; however, he was not anyone else so he moved over to where the pokemon lay shaking and whining, out of sight, and clearly suffering in excruciating pain.

"Aren't you cold?" he asked, staring at Sylveon and taking everything about it in from its pretty, lithe form to its malnourished appearance.

Sylveon were known to be slim pokemon, but this particular sylveon seemed to be extra thin with its ribs nearly visible and short fur matted, needing a good brushing, especially between its ears where there was a messy patch of pink fur. There were stains of all colors ruining its pallid complexion. Black was the most predominant now that the rain wasn't doing much to wash it away. Kid wasn't sure if it were tears or rainwater, but fat silvery liquid droplets leaked down its pretty face.

He extended a hand, sure to be slow and careful in his movements.

Sylveon tried to shrink away but was unable. He whispered reassuring words to the grimy pokemon, noticing for the first time that a wide gash stretched across its underbelly, leaking a thick black liquid that dripped and flowed down its legs like thin black ribbons. Kid was a bit disturbed by this fact, but remained calm and spoke to the shivering pokemon kindly. "I promise I won't hurt you." he said, taking one of the sylveon's ribbon-like feelers into his hand, stroking it gently. His thumb ran over the pinkish, blue tips, massaging them lightly and making the pokemon lean further into the pleasant touch.

"See?" he murmured, ceasing his rubbing to give a reassuring smile. Its feeler instantly went limp in his hand. "I don't want to hurt you."

There was a brief moment where everything seemed to stand perfectly still, and then Sylveon gripped his hand back timidly after another moment of hesitation, making Kid grin, feeling rather triumphant as Sylveon started to inch its way out from underneath the safety of its boxes. It stood there vulnerable before its human rescuer. Uncertainty was written across its features as its body quaked due to a combination of fear, pain, and chill brought on by the icy rain.

Kid lifted it up into his arms, examining it now that it wasn't so upset. Of course, it was then he noticed it was not an it but a she and she wore a very pretty black collar, torn at one side, which bothered Kid slightly, but what had his attention was the silver tag that dangled off the dark accessory. It had five letters etched into its shiny wet surface.

"Hmm, so your name is Crona? That's...ominous. Lovely, but ominous."

There was a gentle murmur from the pokemon as though to confirm it. He noticed something etched into the back of the tag and held it up to read the words, 'Forever Together, Love Maka' carved neatly into the back. Kid supposed whoever this Maka was, was probably Crona's owner. He started to set the quadruped down to try and get his cell phone and see if he could call his dad about this only to stop when both of Crona's feelers wrapped around his neck, making him imagine someone putting their arms around him in a desperate attempt to stay close.

Dad probably wouldn't want to be bothered by this, he supposed after a minute of thought. Sighing, he cradled Crona against his chest, promising that he wouldn't leave her alone in the dingy alleyway.

Naturally, since there was no way to currently get hold of anyone who could be of some assistance he decided he'd just take Crona home with him and try to find her owner later the next day. Once home he could clean the sylveon up and try to think of a way to contact this Maka person to let her know where her pokemon was.

He just hoped that Crona didn't hate baths.

I couldn't help myself. I was writing on another story and mid chapter I thought of this and couldn't help myself from writing it down. So what do you guys think? I've been wanting to do a cross-over for a while now but couldn't decide on what to cross. Originally, I was gonna try Soul Eater with Death Note or attempt another Death Note x Pokemon fic, but I ended up with this instead.

I tried being creative with the title and I'm unsure if I succeeded or not. Similarly, I am uncertain if I did a great job of avoiding grammar mistakes seeing as I mostly skimmed through during the editing process.

Anyway, if anyone wants me to continue on or if enough people feel I should leave it off here then please speak up and I'll take your thoughts into consideration. Although, in all honesty, I doubt this will turn into a lengthy story. It'll probably be ten to twenty chapters (at most) since I don't particularly feel like dragging it out. So, I now want to thank all who read and I hope I didn't torment anyone with spelling or grammatical errors.

Sorry if I did!

-_-'

And I hope that this was to your satisfaction. Thanks, again, so much for reading!

~Sincerely Yours, Fairylust~