Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater. If anything, it owns me.
Warnings: None for this chapter.
Author's Notes
All right. It's time I tried writing for Soul Eater.
And now, I am out to answer that most pressing of fandom questions, that contradicts itself and never provides solid proof one way or the other.
That question is...IS CHRONA A GODDAMN BOY OR GIRL.
My opinion?
BOY.
Let's see the evidence!
Points to boy:
Dialog (talks and sounds like a boy)
Specifically says "I don't how to deal with girls".
Seems older than Maka and yet is even flatter than her. As in, THERE IS NOTHING THERE. CHRONA HAS NO TRACKS OF LAND, NOT EVEN TINY ONES.
Points to girl:
The outfits, young!Chrona especially. Dresses. (Although, the older outfit can be construed as some sort of priest/acolyte wear, because it looks suspiciously like a black recolor of the male acolyte uniform in Ragnarok Online.)
Severely objects to the skirt being pulled up.
Is a total wilting flower (or weeping uke, if you will).
The name is rather feminine.
So...my theory? Medusa had a boy, was disappointed that he was not a girl, and so began to crossdress and condition him to be a girl for the rest of his life, adding even more mental scars to the poor kid besides the whole black blood insanity deal.
Points that can go either way:
Androgynous face (but then, half the male characters of Soul Eater could probably dress in drag and everyone would be convinced they'd be girls. Yes, I'm looking at you, Kid and Spirit.)
Girls can speak like boys for a more tomboyish appeal (Maka sometimes does this).
THAT'S MY THEORY, AND UNTIL I SEE CHRONA NAKED WITH PROOF OF GIRLY BITS, I WILL BELIEVE SO.
Moving on.
Randomly? Until a better prospect comes along, I think I will write Kid/boy!Chrona. NO ONE WILL STOP ME.
So...onwards to fic!
Chapter One: The Discovery
His eyes drifted to the left, and once again he had to force himself to look straight ahead. Yet, inevitably, he'd find himself looking in that direction yet again.
It was a nuisance. Both the thing he was looking at, and the fact that he couldn't stop looking at it. It was the same feeling he had when he felt as if perhaps he hadn't perfectly aligned his pictures that day (Speaking of which, was it just him, or was that one on the left side of the dining hall listing a bit to the side? He'd have to check it...but no, not right now. Ignore it, ignore it...).
Forcing his eyes down to the plate, he made himself arrange his food in a perfectly symmetrical manner to distract himself from both the painting and the thing to his left. Damn it, he had an odd number of peas. He popped one in his mouth to make them even.
And with that one action realization, he realized that he could fix the nuisance on his left side. The picture would wait until after dinner, so he wouldn't embarrass his father in front of his friends. They were holding a formal dinner for his team and the newly-arrived Deathscythes at Executor's Mansion where he and his father lived, and it would do no good to measure the picture eight times until he was sure it was straight.
That was undignified. But this, this other thing he could fix. It was the end of the dinner, anyways, where everyone was chatting happily and some slowly drifting away from the table. He turned to his left.
"Chrona, would you mind coming with me?"
"Eh?" The human experiment of a mad witch jumped, as if she hadn't expected anyone to address someone like her, since Maka was across and farther down the table. Large black eyes stared up at him, pupils so wide they almost totally obscured the color of the eyes themselves, a lavender matching their owner's hair.
Closing his eyes, Kid turned swiftly. "Come. There is something I must talk to you about."
"Oh...-o-okay.." Standing, Chrona followed Kid out of the dining room. In silence they walked, Kid in the lead with his usual brisk steps and Chrona lagging behind, gripping her right arm as always. Kid grimaced slightly. So insecure. She shouldn't have to be, once he fixed...that.
Leading them into Liz's room, he gestured toward the taller sister's vanity. Everything he needed was here, even though the state of disarray of the surface made him feel a little ill. He would have a talk to the sisters lately about proper cleaning and arranging their belongings.
He gestured towards the stool in front of the vanity. "Sit down."
Chrona did so, still looking rather lost. Then again, that was Chrona's expression for most everything.
Kid decided to get to the bottom of the problem directly and perfectly. "Your appearance disgusts me. And I'm going to fix it. Hold still, and keep that weapon of yours out of this."
"Uh...?" The black eyes blinked, before Chrona bit her lip. "I'm not so good at controlling Ragnarok if he wants to come out...but I can try...I don't know how, though..."
"Just tell him that if he comes out, I'll blow him away. I don't have patience for him today."
Nodding quickly, Chrona straightened up in the stool, and Kid smirked. He could begin.
Selecting the tool he needed from Liz's hairdressing supplies, he turned towards the thin figure on the stool before him.
"That lock of hair on the right side of your face is longer than the left. It makes you asymmetrical, and it makes me sick. So I'm going to fix it."
Chrona could barely get out a confused "Wha...?" before Kid leaned forward, grabbing the object of his irritation in one hand. Using his eyes, so adjusted to finding these sorts of things, he measured out the exact length, and swiftly chopped off the offending hair. The severed lavender strands drifted down softly as Chrona sat shock-still.
Kid straightened back up, smiling in genuine happiness as his unease faded. "Ah, absolutely perfect. Now, is the rest of the hair okay...?"
Kid circled the girl, chopping off places where the shorter fringe was uneven. Finally, all of Chrona's hair was even, and the longer strands of hair perfectly symmetrical. Kid circled back around to the front, grinning at his masterpiece. Chrona still seemed to be in a state of shock.
"Absolutely perfect." Kid repeated, feeling proud of himself. Now that Chrona was perfectly symmetrical, he could concentrate on other things. "You need better clothes...don't you own anything else beside that dress?"
Chrona didn't reply for a moment, totally motionless for a moment, before she picked up a few strands of her hair that had fallen into her lap. "No one's ever given me a real haircut before...what should I do...?"
Kid blinked. "No haircuts? But your hair is all short...if no one's ever cut your hair, it should be at least as long as Liz's hair."
Shifting on the stool, Chrona looked off to the side, muttering for a moment. "...Ragnarok cut it to tease me. Whenever he was mad...and there was something sharp around...he would chop off bits of it...no one's just...cut my hair...just to make it look better..."
Ah. That explained why all of Chrona's hair had been so uneven. "Well, I'm here now, so your hair will be properly cut from now on. I will not allow myself be surrounding by even more people with horrid hairstyles."
Black Star's hair still made him twitch every time he saw it, and the less said about Soul, the better. Maka was the only one out of the bunch that had an idea of style.
"Ah...thank you..." The shy girl bowed her head, and Kid was fairly sure he saw her cheeks turn red. Now that she was perfectly symmetrical, he had to admit...she looked nice. No matter how evil she had been, Medusa had had the good grace to pass down her good looks to her child.
"Well then...I suppose I should get you some more clothes as well. That thing you're wearing is practically wearing through at the seams. I don't know if you'd like anything in Liz's wardrobe, but..."
He began walking towards Liz's closet when Chrona reached out. "Ah, no...please...I-I don't..."
He turned, puzzled. "What is it? You don't want what?"
Blushing again, Chrona returned to staring at her lap.
And then, without warning, she twitched, and Ragnarok popped out, making his strange noise, before he started laughing hysterically, pulling at one of Chrona's cheeks. "What's the matter, Chrona? Don't want the pretty Death God finding out about that?" Chrona whined, tugging at Ragnarok's hands. "No, stop it, Ragnarok...that hurts...no, not my nose...!"
Baffled, Kid merely stared for a minute as the strange master-and-weapon pair fought like an overly-abusive pair of siblings. Finally, he found his voice. "Find out about what?"
"N-Nothing!!" Chrona stood up, flailing with Ragnarok still. "It's nothing...I don't know anything about clothes...so I don't need any new ones...really...!"
Kid blinked again. "What do you mean? You do need new ones...would you rather I take you shopping instead? Liz's clothes usually are pretty revealing..."
Ragnarok cackled. "Exactly! And Chrona doesn't want that to be revealed!"
"Ragnarok!" Chrona cried desperately, reaching up with both hands as if she was trying to push the weapon back into her body.
"Reveal what? What's that?" Kid parroted stupidly, the strangeness of the two beings in front of him making him feel as if he was about to go a little insane himself.
"Reveal this!" Chrona, who had let go of Ragnarok's arms in trying to push him back, was not fast enough to stop the blood-weapon from suddenly stretching his arms down and grabbing the edge of Chrona's dress. Without warning, he yanked it up to Chrona's chest in a second.
Chrona shrieked, and Kid felt as his jaw really had hit the floor, his mouth had fallen open so quickly.
Staring at the pair in front of him, he could think of only one thing to sputter out.
"Y-You're a boy!?"
-TBC-