A/N: How's it goin'? Just in case, I'd advise that you re-read the first chapter. As I said in the Author's Note previous chapter, I made quite a bit of changes, drastic compared to what it was before, I might add. Of course that's entirely optional, just giving you a heads up as well as a reminder that though this story may follow events in the anime (somewhat), I'd still consider it AU for obvious reasons that have yet to be revealed currently. I have a habit of being a bit slow with my stories... So there probably won't be much going on just yet.
And a quick Thank You for the reviews I've received. Though it's been a while, I've been focused on this next chapter for quite some time, so yeah, those help immensely! Seriously, you have no idea. This thing made me... Not as lazy as I usually am. Oh and Fun Fact: Never shiny hunt in public places... Especially in quiet places...
Chapter II
She was back here again, her small voice talking and though she could not hear it, she knew what she was saying and who she was talking to. Standing before her with trembling shoulders and heaving chest was a very troubled young child. His hands had balled up and rubbed at his weeping eyes as he tried to hide away from her soft gaze. He was disturbed, very much so; just by her mere presence he was scared and yearning for the solitude he once had not one second ago. She had destroyed his inner circle. Their voices, her cooing and his hiccups, were muffled, as though if she strained hard enough she could almost hear it, but the young girl knew it was futile. Her consciousness was too far away to fully comprehend speech. Despite that fact, it didn't really matter; she could see that her hand was held out, small but friendly and welcoming. She knew what was happening without having to look. But she did and she watched. In spite of her efforts the boy cried quietly and softly, making her own soul yearn for his presence, longing to be with him if just to get closer to comforting this wailing child deep inside him.
This very scene made the girl wonder about the depressed boy. She wondered about him, grew curious of him, wanting more than ever to know what pained him to such an extent, but at the same time she was angry at him. She was furious, maybe even murderous. This young child holding a hand out to him was also the young teenager that was overpowered and hurt by this boy's cold strength and indifference. The sight of the mere memory was enough to make this warming scene struggle to remain whole.
For a moment, a longing urge lurched forward for vengeance, her hands that she was barely aware of clenched in restraint. This boy was crying of fear and left in a vulnerable position just as she was as she held Soul in despair back in that church. He couldn't do anything just as she couldn't do anything. This would have been the most glorious of payback.
Maka was only human. She was not perfect and made many mistakes. The sorrow and pain still remained even if the fear had long since been overcome. This boy, this young man, had swung his blade through her dear, precious friend intending to kill. Those large eyes flooded with tears had also been the same eyes that stared coldly at her, unfazed and callous as he brought up his sword to strike at her when she was weak.
Crona would've killed her and Soul.
She could have tore him apart from the inside and be done with him.
Eventually, ignoring her seething grudge, the film of the scene pulled through and resumed with a grainy image, barely holding on as the young girl waited patiently for the boy to accept her. When at last the boy looked up, she could clearly see the remnants of his fear, saw his apprehension and doubt. Through his naivety, her anger had died the moment he smiled back at her child self. His smile, it was so small, his lower lip quivered with the weight of his emotions; so frail and yet that small smile was filled with a faint hope and yearning. Her subconscious eyes widened at how trusting those tear stained eyes looked at her. The ghost of his soul's wavelength becoming ever closer to her own was still fresh in her mind as his hand grasped hers, the sight bringing back the feeling when his fingers held onto hers with a surprisingly firm grip.
Looking at her childish self, the little girl seemed happy, very happy. Her soul did feel happiness, his warmth as a child was still there, weak and dim, but there nonetheless and it made her heart swell with emotion.
The young Meister felt a smile grow on her lips at the memory.
Yes, he had done horrible things without a moment's hesitation, but it was clear that though it was by his hand, it was never by his own choice. Crona's trembling soul left nothing bare when it had resonated with her own; cold and yearning like a withering plant thirsty for water. Maka couldn't help but resign herself to submit to these emotions of both happiness and grief. Through all the fighting and bloodshed, she saw a normal young boy neglected and crushed. His will overwhelmed by Medusa's influence and Ragnarok's beatings of abuse had done a massive toll on his soul that he remained stuck in the mindset of a child. There was no way she could hold everything against him, her hand that held the weight of a weapon couldn't possibly turn on him. Not like this.
The warmth of their embrace still lingered and calmed her wrath, the memory of his shaky smile reminding her that he still had a chance to turn away from the killing and the Madness.
Heavy green eyes slowly crept open in the darkness of the lonely room. Outside the window she could see the moon hovering above the world still in the youth of the night, laughing at her turmoil. A soft sigh broke the sleepy smile she wore. Those dreams were starting to be a habit and it was messing with her rest. Her hand lazily came up to rest just above her breast, feeling her own steady heartbeat barely touch her ribs as her mind, albeit against her will, gravitated around Crona. She's been wanting to see him, to make sure he was doing okay.
Ever since she found out Crona had been taken into custody of the school, a blanket of dread had settled over her. The warmth of his trembling soul was still fresh in her mind as she wondered about him and his wellbeing. He was, after all, the Demon Swordsman. A terrible creation of a sweet boy and a bloodthirsty sword fused together. What would Death have done to him; she could only wonder and hope.
Maka shook her head in vain. 'He'll be okay.'
That's what her mind constantly told her, but her worry had drained at her confidence of the issue. Whether it was his choice of not, the fact remained that it was Crona who had killed so many before their encounter. Crona allowed the souls of the innocent to be eaten by the parasite of his own veins. He listened to the Snake Witch Medusa and he obeyed her commands. Influenced or not, he still did what was ultimately wrong.
Moaning, she sharply turned on her side and shoved her pillow over her head, willing herself to go back to sleep.
"Everything will be fine..." she whispered harshly to no one.
Crona didn't feel well. He still sat in the same corner, pulling his knees close to his face to hide from the light. His stomach felt odd, like whatever he ate was going to be thrown back out and that was not what he wanted. Sid had come again, informing him of what was to be done with him and it was most certainly not what he had thought. It was nowhere near it and it was eating at him. How could this happen, he wasn't ready for this!
He was to be enrolled into the Academy and attend the classes. He would have to leave this solitary room.
No punishment. No execution; nothing. All he had to do was become a student here at Death's Academy. He didn't know if he could handle it; after it had sunken in and he processed the words over and over in his head, he still couldn't believe it. By all means he should feel grateful; he was being given a second chance. Yet the fact of the matter was that he hardly felt any of what a normal person should, his body was sick with nerves. His senses had heightened to such an extent that if he really tried, he could hear the sounds of students and teachers bustling through the halls of the school above him. These very buildings, these people living and working here in Death city were all his enemies not so long ago, a week maybe? He couldn't remember. It felt like a mere day.
Now, though, he was to be like them or at least see if he could be. This was a trial after all, if he passed, he would be on their side along with Maka. Ragnarok had been quiet for a while, it seemed he wasn't so sure of this situation either and was silently seething deep within his bloodstream. He could feel the anger and humiliation boiling within the liquid that coursed through his body, making his heart beat just a little faster. The young Swordsman certainly couldn't deal with something like this. Even Ragnarok wasn't happy. That never bode well for the boy.
He peeked over to look out at whatever could be seen through the window of his cell. Shadows of birds flashed by and he frowned. This situation felt wrong, his new fate seemed wrong. Everything about this place was wrong. Crona couldn't stop these feelings of fear buzzing at him; he still doesn't know where Medusa is. She had taught him differently that some things just didn't exactly click in place as they should. Now, because of that, he didn't know how he should feel about any of these new experiences. He's never been around so many people unless it was to feed Ragnarok or if he was attending a Witch meeting with Medusa.
Crona felt confused, he didn't even know if he was even dealing with it at all.
He pulled his arms closer to his face, trying to hide, trying to erase his whole existence so that he wouldn't have to deal with anything. Maybe if he kept the door closed, locked, he could just do nothing. He contemplated the idea only to hide in his arms again.
"I don't know what to do..." he whined lowly.
"Stupid, there's nothing to do!" The familiar sensation of liquid rushing out of his back made Crona wince with more than just discomfort. He didn't need Ragnarok to add to the stress. "Well, unless you count the window." he pointed out with a plop as he rested atop his Meister's head.
Crona blinked in confusion. "What about the window?"
"Idiot!" he growled landing a punishing punch to the mass of pink. "We could still escape! Go back home, breathe some fresh air and maybe eat a few souls on the way!" Ragnarok smiled gleefully at the last part, a bit of drool escaping his wide open mouth.
"No we can't... We not supposed to cause any trouble here." he whispered, as though someone would hear and get the wrong idea.
"Who says!" the weapon exclaimed, abruptly pushing himself up with fistfuls of pink hair. "C'mon, we could even eat some of the students here! That would really boost my strength. Maybe even get me back to how I used to be!" The mere thought was enough to get the Black Blood excited and pumped up for some action outside the confines of the small room. "It'll be great!"
Crona didn't share his enthusiasm and only groaned in reluctance, tucking his head further into his shoulders.
"I bet that would make Medusa pretty happy too. She'll praise you for causing so much turmoil!" Crona flinched at the mention of her name. He couldn't deny that being here without her, without her orders, was nerve-wracking enough. He almost considered his partners words.
"Well?"
"No." he breathed firmly, earning a questioning gaze from above. "L-Lady Medusa isn't here, b-but M-Maka is... She wouldn't be happy about that..." he mumbled. He wasn't sure if that was true, but he felt that she wouldn't. Crona didn't want to risk it. He heard his partner scoff scornfully.
"And what's she gonna do, huh? That scrawny thing couldn't do a damn thing to us even with that baby shark brat of a scythe! She only got us because you screwed up and let her in your damn soul!" He went back to pulling at his hair towards the window. "Come on! If we act now we could leave and they'd never notice, we'd be home free!"
"B-but Ragnarok, where would we go?" he mumbled, secretly thinking about the blood's words. However, it seemed his innocent question made the weapon stop short and stay silent. "Ragnarok?"
Crona gasped when he looked up. The weapon seemed to glare angrily at the floor that the comical sight of his smaller size felt no different than when he was bigger. Ragnarok was towered over him and looked ready to throw themselves in another, viscous fight. However, upon closer inspection, it almost seemed like he was listening to something. After a moment, the weapon reduced himself to a bloody mass of black stirring above Crona before disappearing behind him.
"You know what, never mind. Just mope around like the little girl you are."
"Wha-" Before he could even question his partner, Ragnarok had already slipped back into his body. Confused about his abrupt dismissal, Crona turned his gaze over to the wall, his back slowly relaxing against the corner.
Against his better judgment, his mind did in fact reel towards the whereabouts of the Witch. His heart clenched a little in fear, but it also ached for something else. He gave the windows a longing look, but quickly turned away with a heavy sigh.
If he was truly given a choice, he'd want nothing more than to just be alone. That way, nothing would bother him and he wouldn't have to worry about anyone else. Maka was nice, but Crona knew and felt deep inside him that he was never supposed to exist in this world from the very beginning. He was never meant to be normal.
The cruel realization was anything but, in his eyes. What normal human was like him? Just as dogs are dogs and cats are cats, he was just Crona; a spawn of a Witch, but not even a Witch. What he was, he didn't know, but he was certainly not human and not a Witch. He sighed at his thoughts and prepared himself for another dreamless slumber.
A gasp suddenly tore through his throat and his shoulders tensed as a knock on the metal door sounded throughout the room, startling him out of his mind. No, he couldn't deal with the zombie anymore; he was too scary to deal with. He hid behind his arms again and waited for him to give up.
Another loud knock resounded.
"Crona?"
That voice, his eyes widened at hearing that familiar sound. He lifted his head slowly, staring at the door in disbelief. He hadn't seen her in a while.
"I'm coming in." Maka announced as she slowly opened the door and looked around the seemingly empty room. Raising an eyebrow she called out again, "Crona?"
A second before he spoke, he opted to try hiding from her as well.
"O-over here."
Too late.
Looking over at the direction of Crona's voice she jumped at how gloomy he looked. "What are you doing over there? You look like you're stuck in time out." She walked over and crouched down at his level in front of him.
"Hm?" she hummed gently.
Not quite used to close conversation, Crona's eyes darted to the side, looking anywhere but in front of him. "Um, well... I feel better when I'm tucked in a corner like this." He felt his face burn a little at his confession and shied away from embarrassment.
Tilting her head to the side, Maka gave a confused look, but quickly shook it away and picked herself up. "Well come and stand up, okay?"
She offered a hand and waited for him to take it.
Crona stared at it for a moment before feeling fidgety and accepted it bashfully. "Alright." But the moment he was up, he pulled away a bit too quickly. His face lowered with his eyes. For some reason he couldn't figure out how to be towards her. His mind worked furiously to say or do something, but nothing popped up. He was suddenly nervous for a different reason, one that didn't necessarily involve fear. It was one that he couldn't quite figure out.
Maka felt differently though, her expression and smile spoke volumes of her obvious relief. The moment she was finally able to see Crona, her face lit up and she jumped at the opportunity. She was sure Soul noticed it the moment Sid had come to her for help, but she couldn't care less. She was just happy to get to see him. "It's great to have you here, Crona." she offered her hand again in welcoming.
The nerves wriggling in Crona still wouldn't let up, he felt odd, anxious; for what was never confirmed as he just simply touched her hand with the tips of his fingers. He made a sound of agreement, but didn't really feel the same as his friend. Still, her hand was warm and actually starting to calm him down a little.
He became fascinated at the simple contact and the Scythe Meister herself didn't seem bothered by the lingering touch either. She looked rather happy, but he wasn't sure if she was just happy to see him or by this same weird feeling he felt. He wanted to hold her hand like before. He felt a small smile begin to tug at the corner of his lips as they stood together.
"Today I'm going to show you around the school. That way, you'll be better acquainted with everything and hopefully everyone. How's that sound?"
His face immediately paled at her words and he looked back down at his feet, the smile dying before it was made. "Oh, uh, well... I'm not sure a-about that." he mumbled, shyly looking back up at her only to settle at looking at their hands.
"Don't worry! I promise it won't be that bad. I'm sure you'll love it." she implored.
It was at that time that a woman with an eye patch over her left eye decided to come in to meet the new student. "Hello!"
The sudden new voice startled the boy enough to tear his hand away from Maka's. His eyes looking at the woman standing beside the open door with a hand up in a friendly gesture. Uncertain of the new face, Crona shied away to Maka's back, his hand holding onto her shoulder as she just smiled at him and introduced the woman.
"This is Marie, she's going to be a new teacher here at the Academy as well."
"It's great to meet you, Crona!"
He nodded his head in acknowledgement, but nothing else. Unfazed by his silence, she continued, "I can understand what you're feeling right now. Being new can be a bit nerve-wracking." she offered a sympathetic smile. "But at least you won't be alone. We'll help each other out, right Maka?"
"Of course!" she beamed. Crona looked back to Marie and nodded again, his eyes avoiding hers, but he had moved away from Maka, showing he had grown a little less wary around her. With so much encouragement, it was hard for him to even think of turning them away and go back to his corner. He dared even think he could deal with it if they insisted so much.
"I see what you did, Marie! Show him he's not alone, huh. Great tactic!"
Peeking into the room from behind the door, Sid had made another appearance and tried to see how they had coaxed the boy out of his shell.
Crona yelped at his loud voice and immediately slammed his back against the wall and sunk down in fear.
"Crona?" Maka called.
"H-he scares me!" he exclaimed with a trembling voice, unable to even look at Sid as he hid behind his arms.
Sid frowned, scratching at his head curiously. "What happened?"
Taking matters in her own hands, Marie sighed and took hold of Sid's shoulders and shooed him away. "Sorry, but I think you should just wait right here, Sid."
The deceased teacher seemed to pout as he allowed himself to be excused from Crona's room, but didn't take anything personal as he looked back and heard the two women coax the Swordsman out of his corner once more.
"He's really not that bad once you get to know him. Sid's always been a great teacher." Maka took Crona's hand, helping him back up. The boy mumbled apprehensively, but he still took her words to heart.
"Come on, there's a lot we've got to show you."
"Hey! I wouldn't get so comfortable if I were you!" a much higher voice growled. Crona winced at the sudden discomfort and groaned as his partner made an appearance.
"R-Ragnarok..." He should've seen this coming, Crona knew Ragnarok was still angry with Maka. How could he forget?
Maka didn't seem the least bit concerned over the Black Blooded creature and made a mocking face at him instead. "Why hello there, Mini-Ragnarok." she sang as she leaned closer to the weapon, unfazed by Crona's reluctance of her close proximity nor by Ragnarok's threatening growls.
"Oh my, what is that?" Marie cooed. "He's so cute!"
Angered by their lack of fear, Ragnarok swung his fists and shouted at the girl, "What the hell did you do to me, you ugly flat-chested Cow?"
"Hmm? What are you talking about?"
"M-Maka..." Crona didn't like how she toyed with him like that, Ragnarok was capable of getting under people's skin and he really didn't want to see her angry. He tried to calm his partner, but his hands were swatted away in an instant. Ragnarok shouted another obscene insult which made her lean in even closer.
Before either Crona or Ragnarok could say anything else, Maka patted Ragnarok's head playfully. Stunned, Ragnarok stared blankly at the girl, his eyes wide and confused.
"I feel so much better now that you can't hurt me like this. You look much better like this anyway, all cute and small."
That struck one hell of a nerve. With his small arms, Ragnarok couldn't touch her; Crona wouldn't let him. But that didn't mean he was incapable of retaliating in other ways. Growling lowly, he grabbed at his Meister's arm and flung it forward, exposing Maka's underwear to the both of them.
"Oh my..." Marie's hand covered her mouth as she watched the events unfold before her.
His large X-shaped eyes widened in glee as he heard the girl let out a shuddering gasp as she took quick steps backwards. However, poor Crona couldn't help but look at the disastrous scene unfold; he wasn't really looking at Maka's underwear, but at his own limp hand. He was shocked beyond comprehension that he couldn't even think of looking anywhere else. His mind was still trying to process what exactly happened before he felt a heavy collision slam into the side of his skull.
Ragnarok's roaring laughter echoed throughout the room as he escaped into his Meister's back.
Feeling completely responsible for his simple-minded weapons antics, Crona fell over and beseeched Maka for her forgiveness.
"I won't do it ever again! I swear! Please, please don't hit me again!" he cried, tears already building up at the corner of his eyes as he fearfully glanced up at her. Her worried gaze did nothing but make him all the more paranoid as he tried to apologize.
"No Crona, it's not your fault! Come on..." she pulled at his arm back onto his feet and led him over to Marie to begin the small tour. Said teacher only giggled at them as she followed behind them.
The two managed to calm him down and get him to ease up around them. He appreciated their kindness greatly, but they couldn't stop what was to come next nor would they have even noticed, much.
When they had reached the wide, open halls of the school Crona tensed. Glancing all around, he could see quite a number of students walking and chattering all around. The voices were loud and mingling that he couldn't even try to hear what they were saying. That's when he realized where he was and what they were doing. He could feel nonexistent stares drill into him and the fear came back.
He was still in this Academy.
All of them were judging him, deeming him unworthy of another chance, denying the chance to be among the normal life of everyone else. He couldn't stand their stares. Try as he may, he did not have the anatomy of a turtle. He couldn't hide his face away from their contempt. His only best approach: Hide behind Maka.
His hands held onto her shoulders like a death grip and his face was buried into her back, despite her gentleness and reassurance, she couldn't bring him out from behind her. When he was forced apart from her by Ragnarok's not-so-silent promises to humiliate Maka in front of so many people, he tried hiding in the shadows of small structures.
These were other Meisters and Weapons, being trained and refined so they could fight against Witches and Kishin Eggs. These were his enemies as well, for he was a child of a Witch. His skittish behavior was enough to warrant a few questioning stares and it made him all the more uncomfortable. Their confused stares told him they didn't know he was the Demon Swordsman. At least not yet. He really did want to go home, he hated feeling strange around all these people.
Both Maka and Marie watched with worried eyes as he struggled to avoid everyone's gaze. He even went so far as to crawl against the rails of the stairs. When approaching an open balcony, he flat out refused to leave the building. He shook his head furiously and whimpered like a scared child when Maka resorted to pushing him over to where Miss Marie stood. He was skinny and light, certainly no problem for anyone to pick up or move, but his seemingly nonexistent muscles proved quite a force with Maka trying to push him along.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" Ragnarok all but screamed as they reached their destination. "Walk straight, you're making me dizzy! Calm down!"
In a fit, the moment they came to the balcony, Crona hid. The stares of passerby's made him cringe and hold his breath. He wanted to go back to his quiet room. Everything was so much more tolerable, he could handle wallowing in his own mind, he's done it a good portion of his life, it'd be so much simpler than this. He knew he shouldn't have allowed her to convince him so easily, he should've fought harder. Why'd he have to come, why couldn't they just lock him up forever?
He knew he didn't deserve this, he was a monster.
"Please come out, Crona. Look, there's nothing to be afraid of."
He considered ignoring her, but the tone of her voice was still new to him. She was still being gentle and nice to him, even though he knows he doesn't deserve it. It compelled him to listen. There was no room for argument. Cracking a single eye to look up at the two, he gave a pathetic pout. He was looking at Maka, but Marie saw the cute display and backed away with a knowing smile, wanting to see how this would play out.
With a heavy sigh, he picked himself up and looked out at the sun bathing the city with warm light. Having been hiding in the darkness for a long time and only exposed to sterile, artificial lighting; the warmth of the sun was overwhelming. His eyes seemed to water at the intensity of the sun's rays, it was almost painful. The reflection of the light bouncing off of the many rooftops was stunning. The city seemed to look so peaceful basking in the sun's glow. He might have felt a bit of that peace seep in him as well.
His eyes brimmed with prickling tears and he groaned.
"It's so bright."
Gold eyes narrowed in a glare as the beast moved on by, undeterred by the bustling feet of people as it made its way through alleys, streets, and sewage. It marched on through. Tough black scales slithered towards an old withering house at the very edge of the city.
She seethed silently, her fork tongue tasting the air as she continued. Her objective was achieved, but already she sensed there was something wrong. The moment the boy was set free she sensed his intentions and she soon deemed him unsuitable to be trusted with it's task at hand, choosing instead to hide and to add to that, she could see all the filthy creeps of arachnids running from their homes of forests and barren buildings. Lovely.
Something about the Kishin was so very wrong, she just didn't know what. She lashed her fangs out at nothing with a great hiss, startling a bird. Everything was falling apart, she needed to salvage the chance for everything to go right. A back-up, insurance; something, anything, before it was too late.
The scaled serpent slipped into an opening of the old house and went further in to the lab that was built in the basement. Inside there was still light from burning candles and dim bulbs that illuminated what would've been a dark room. She slithered in and looked on at what she was still working so hard on. If the beast was capable, a smile would have widened across its jaw at how rapid the development had progressed.
This was her last chance. The moment the Kishin was revived she had planned to discontinue this project. Now though, the time couldn't have been better to monitor its progression.
Chemicals upon chemicals burned and mixed together selectively, carefully and gently as it moved from glass to glass, vial to fragile vial. Whatever flowed through these glasses was more sensitive and the lightest disturbance would wreck havoc on her tests. In one such container, more sturdier than the rest, the results of her works writhed around aggressively, slamming its body into the glass powerlessly for want of freedom and feeling very, very hungry. It's nonexistent mouth opened wide and closed over fruitlessly as it obviously sensed her presence and expressed it's primitive distress for sustenance.
"Everything is going just perfectly. Hardly surprising that it had no affect on the clean ones. Just perfect!"
Medusa may have momentarily lost her body, but her soul was still strong and being a snake was just as natural and comfortable as with a full humanoid body. She could still take care of her work.
"It's still too early to use though..." she thought, but her apparent happiness was not sullied. She watched as she added this and that to the equation and finally left it alone. Her slit eyes watched as the specimen grew and grew and was almost too big for the container. This made her hiss, the growth was too fast, but as she continued to watch she saw that the subject displayed highly aggressive traits with its growth. It's once small claws now threatened to break the glass as it continued to slam against it. The weakness it displayed prior to the added enhancements gradually dimmed as the weight continued to grow along with it's desire to be free. It wasn't falling apart.
The thing was absolutely mad with both hunger and pain as it continued to cry out in guttural moans and distorted growls. Taking her time, the Witch decided to look after it for a day before searching for a new host. Her latest test was moving along so perfectly that it wouldn't be long before she would have to use it.
The once healthy rat now succumbed to sitting and staring with angry red eyes at the woman that had created it. Drool had pooled in it's black mouth as it saw her soul wriggling inside the temporary snake. What was once fearful squeaks now became longing groans as it wanted nothing more than to devour the being that sat in front of it. Natural fear had left it and in it's place, pure instinct. The creation longed to destroy the creator.
"I'll have to fix that independent thinking though and soon the real Kishin will be awakened. I'll just have to bide my time, just a little while longer."
-X-X-X-
A/N: I cannot stress this enough, if you do see something wrong, please tell me. This story is the only one I'm nervous about, because I don't know it well enough. Well, I feel like that, I watched the anime countless times. Still, it is rather early to really judge this story (I judge everything I make harshly apparently), but I'm hoping I can get through it and make it good.
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