I think I like writing this story more than I should. I must get something to eat now. Enjoy!

Also, I own nothing. Not even my car.


There was no blood here, thank god. A rectangular room, well-lit, and so far it seemed untouched by them. No blood or anything like that, thought there were a few overturned desks and chairs. Most likely whoever was in here was in a rush to get out. Desks, computers, some filing cabinets, and another door that was probably the chief's office. The sound was coming from a door on the other side of the room. Now that he was closer, he could hear two men.

"Will you be fuckin' quiet already? I don't care if its the end of the world, just fuckin' shut up and help me take this thing offa her!" one said. Crona knew instantly that something was very wrong here, seeing as another man spoke next.

"Will you hurry with the fucking bitch already? We don't know if the damn things are in the building! Didn't you hear the gunshots?"

"S'probably just coming from outside, now shut up!" Behind the voices, he could hear something else. Someone was groaning and crying. He gulped and walked closer, almost shrieking when his hand bumped on a desk and sent a cup full of pencils and pens crashing onto the floor. The two voices immediately stopped, Crona doing the same while holding his breath while standing still. "Go check it out, idiot!" one of them hissed, and Crona quickly looked around for a place to hide. He crouched down next to a desk, just as the door opened, a man of around twenty stepping out with a pistol in hand. He was wearing a black shirt, baggy brown pants, and a red cap, which covered most of his bald tattooed head. He had piercings on his face, and a few more tattoos on his arms, and was generally thuggish. He even had circles under his eyes, a twitching head, and yellow teeth. He smelled weird too, even from here.

He stepped out of the door, Crona managing to peek out and look over to see the door slowly close. What he saw inside made his blood run cold. He saw a young woman, probably older than him by two or three years, tied to a chair, blindfolded, gagged, and her clothes ripped and shredded to show her bruised and shaking body, tears running down her closed eyes.

Once the door was closed, he clenched his fist and glared at the door, his attention suddenly turning to the one that was outside in the room with him. He was going to have to get rid of this one first, quietly if possible. He silently crawled around the desk, keeping the man in sight while making sure he was hidden. The young swordsman looked around, seeing that across the room was a desk with another pile of pencils in a cup. He looked over to his right to see that the pencils he knocked over were still there. Picking one up, he waited for the man to face another direction. Once he did, he threw the pencil with as much accuracy as he could. It hit, but only made the cup teeter before stilling. Still, it got the man's attention.

The thug went over to the desk that he had just heard movement from. He held the gun ready, in case the zombie jumped out at him. He heard some movement behind him and turned to see a person (probably a girl) with pink hair and black dress suddenly in the air and throwing a punch at his face. He was instantly knocked out and thrown back into the wall, a bump already forming on the side of his head. Landing, Crona let out a slow breath before turning to the door. Just as it opened to show the other thug.

Unlike the one he just took out, this one had a machine-gun. Spotting Crona, the man pointed the gun at him and fired. Crona ducked down behind the desk, feeling the bullets pass his head and rolling to the side to get behind the desk. He covered his head with his hands as the desk was riddled with bullets, three shots managing to hit him on the shoulder and causing him to grunt. The fire stopped for a second and Crona didn't dare breathe, listening to the man come closer and waiting for the right time. When the thug was right next to the desk, he kicked up against the underside of the desk and rolled out of the way, another burst of shots ringing as he stood up and saw that the desk managed to hit the man's hand that held the gun. The gun was in the air, falling now almost in slow motion. With a reach of his hand Crona managed to catch it while bringing his leg up and kicking the man in the chest, making him fall back on a rolling chair that wasn't down. With a quick movement of his right arm, the gun was pointed at the man's head, right between the eyes.

The man flinched and held his hands up. "H-hey, girly, just ca-" Crona didn't want to hear him. All that would be heard would probably be excuses. Plus, he called Crona a girl. So no, no chances for this guy.

So with that in mind, he brought his left hand up and punched the man's lights out. Sighing, he rubbed his shoulder, right where he was shot. Ragnarok did a great job at keeping the bullet from penetrating any deeper than his skin, but it still hurt. At least it was healed now. Skin was a bit pink, but at least it was healed. Even his clothing was fixed. Turning to the door the man came out of, he grimaced a bit. He didn't want to think about what the men were about to do to the poor woman, though it was still pretty obvious. Honestly, the world was going to hell and these guys were thinking about sex? He was disgusted, but at least now she was okay. Hopefully he wasn't too late.

Walking over to the door, listening out for anything that could show that they were aware of him, he slowly opened the door to see that the girl was somehow in more worse condition than when he first saw her. The room was small, probably used more as storage than anything else, with only filing cabinets and a single light above. It seemed that the one who stayed here with her got a bit impatient and ripped off her bra, both of her breast raw and a bit bruised because of the 'rough treatment' that the thug must have given her. It also now dawned on him her actual appearance.

Black short hair, pale skin, and like his two companions, a ridiculously sexy body. He didn't know anything about cup sizes, but he was pretty sure these were probably a bit bigger than Tsubaki's, and had nice pink nipples. He realized he was getting hot in the face and shook his head. Now was not the time to ogle girls. No matter how damn sexy they were. 'Huh. When did I start thinking like this? Maka was right, I've been hanging out with Soul and Black*Star too much.'

He walked into the room, making sure to stomp a bit to make sure that she knew he was here. Unfortunately, this seemed to make her more scared and she began to tremble. She probably thought that it was one of the men that were assaulting her. So he spoke instead.

"E-excuse me, please calm down. My n-name is Crona, and I-I'm here to help you." he said in the most soothing voice he could muster. And considering that he's always talked quietly, it was pretty damn soothing. He watched as she calmed a bit, nodding her head reluctantly. "I'm going to take your blindfold off now, so please don't be scared." he said, placing the gun on the floor and reaching back behind her head and slowly taking off the cloth. He now realized that this young woman was wearing a shredded uniform, much like the ones Toshimi and Misuzu were wearing, except that the main color was red instead of green. Once the cloth was off he saw she has bright blue eyes, both of them would have probably been more beautiful except that they were filled with fear and confusion, and red from crying. He smiled kindly at her and took off her gag, letting her gasp for breath.

"Th-thank you! Thank you so much! Oh god, th-they-" she beginning to hyperventilate and her eyes looked down, the horrors of what could have happened running through her mind. She suddenly felt a bit self conscious of being so exposed to someone like this. Crona quickly went to work on untying her arms, then her legs, and looked over to the wall where a police coat was hanging from hooks attached to the door. He grabbed it and handed it to her. She gratefully grabbed it and wrapped it around herself, the coat reaching halfway past her thighs and hugging her stomach nicely. "Thank you! I'm so glad you came when you did! M-my name is Hana. Hana Aoshingo." she bowed to him, making him smile awkwardly. Mostly because in such a small space with a girl who was half naked and cute.

He picked up the machine-gun up from the floor before he stuck his head outside the door. He could see that the two men were still knocked out, probably won't wake up for a while. He waved his hand for her to follow him and began to cross the room, Hana sticking close and latching onto his arm. He twitched a bit, but decided that this would probably calm her a bit. "I-I'm with another pair of girls here, and we're looking for weapons. Y-you don't happen to know where the armory is, do you?"

"Y-yeah! My brother works here, which is why I was here. I haven't seen him here though..." she bit her lip nervously while clutching Crona's arm tighter. He let her, his hand reaching up and patting hers lightly in an attempt at comfort. He never had to comfort people before, but he was just going with what he would have liked had their situations been reversed. "B-by the way, what is a girl like you doing here?"

Almost immediately, Crona suddenly slammed his face onto a desk, making Hana jump and release him as he whimpered on the desk. He suddenly looked at her in the eye with an almost desperate voice. "D-do I r-rea-really lo-ok li-like a g-girl!?" he squeaked, his left eye twitching a bit. When she nodded slowly, he became depressed and hung his head. "I'm a boy. I swear I'm a boy."

"A-ah! I'm sorry, I-I couldn't really t-tell!" she started apologizing, Crona still hanging his head throughout the whole ordeal. "I-it's just that with, well, since you're, uh, wearing that d-dre-"

"Robe."

"Ah?"

"It's a robe."

"I-I didn't know, I swear! I'm so sorry!" she again clung to his arm, though this time it was more of begging for forgiveness. Something that Crona found very uncomfortable.

"I-it's okay." he lied. It was a blow to his... something. Whatever it was, it was genetic. That's all he knew. "A-anyway, I'm sure that y-your brother is o-okay. W-we'll look for him once we're all safe." he said, both now exiting the room. Only for the barrel of a gun to be pointed at Crona's face. He flinched back and got ready to attack when he realized it was Misuzu that was pointing the gun shakily, Toshimi behind her with the hammer raised. As soon as they saw it was Crona, Misuzu dropped the gun and rushed him, wrapping her arms around his thin torso.

"I'm so glad you're okay! I heard the gun shots and..." it was now she noticed Hana. "Who is this?"

"U-um, this is Hana-san. I found her and... well, she says that she might know where the armory is." Crona said while smiling awkwardly from the feeling of two pairs of breast pressing against his front and arm. Also because neither girl seemed to want to let him go. And that they were looking at each other suspiciously. He was getting some bad vibes here. How the hell was he supposed to deal with this? "W-we sh-should get g-going now?" he squeaked. That seemed to snap them out of their staring contest, both girls finally letting him go. He sighed and nodded to Hana, who nodded back and turned, beginning to walk farther down the hall. He looked back at the two men still knocked out and frowned before closing the doors. He looked down at the doorknobs and decided to leave them alone. As much as he wanted to beat them to death, now was not the time. He had to make sure the girls were safe first.

He turned away from the doors and continued to follow the girls, heading deeper into the building as the sounds of them approaching grew. Crona was pretty sure they were now aware that the building had some food in it, and that made him nervous. As they followed Hana through the building, they saw that the halls were becoming more and more cleaner. It would seem they weren't able to make it this far. Hana pointed down the hall, which bended to the left up ahead.

"Down that hall is the armory, to the left. I think the... other guys got the guns from there." she spat out 'the other guys', and Crona knew she was talking about the two men that were knocked out in the room they left. They reached the end of the hallway to find that the armory was indeed there, the door kicked down and the room a mess. These guys seemed to have only grabbed whatever gun they thought looked cooler and completely ignored the rifles, most of the pistols, the batons and knives, and even the grenades. He briefly wondered just how stupid those guys were, but decided that he should be thankful. It seemed that the good equipment was left for them to take. Although some of them were in pieces. He wasn't so confident about that.

"W-what now? Some of them are in pieces!" Crona exclaimed, a bit nervous that they might have come here for nothing.

"It's okay. My brother taught me how to arm and use most of these." Hana said, smiling when she saw that Crona seemed to calm down at that. "So, um, I guess I should show you which ones do what, eh?"

For the next few minutes, Hana tried explaining how each gun worked, which were best for long range and which for close, which were more stronger, which were more accurate, etc...

In the end, Crona didn't feel all that confident in using a gun, so he grabbed a baton and a pistol. The pistol was only if he really needed it, while the baton was the longest and heaviest one he could find. This would hopefully be work as a replacement for Ragnarok, or at least until he could come up with a safe excuse on where he got a black sword. One that could talk and scream, too. Maybe he could say it's a cursed sword? Those were bound to be some of those around here... somewhere.

Misuzu seemed to prefer a semi-automatic rifle with a bayonet on the front. Toshimi had a pistol with a silencer and a small knife on her waist thanks to a belt. Hana had the same type of semi-automatic rifle as Misuzu, though no bayonet, and with a combat knife on her thigh. She also found a shirt for her to wear, a size too big, but it was still tight on the chest area. Thankfully, she still wore the coat over it. All of them has a belt with a small bag on it to carry a few more rounds of ammo. Hana found a duffel bag that she took to the room back down the hall. When she came back, the bag was full of things that seemed to be quick snacks. Some sandwiches, rice-balls, chocolate, juice boxes, and probably some things that could be heated in a microwave machine.

"This might help along the way. Now we have food and rations. We'll need to find a safe place, though." she said while strapping the bag over her shoulder, the strap right between her breast. Crona tried not to stare. He really did.

"We're going to my cousins, so you can come along." Toshimi piped up, smiling kindly. Misuzu looked a bit uncomfortable, but nodded. She didn't really trust this girl, but she was not willing to leave a person on their own.

"Really? A-are you sure I won't be intruding?" Hana looked at them nervously, but underneath it she was hopeful. 'I would really like to be with someone right now. Not just anyone though...' her eyes traveled to Crona, who gave her a weak smile. 'Crona-kun...'

"Ready?" asked the pink-haired boy, holding the baton in his right hand and clutching his right arm with his left hand, the pistol on a holster and hanging from his hip. Once they nodded, he looked over to the wall and saw a few keys. For some reason, he felt giddy when he saw the police-car keys. "We should use one of those." he said while pointing to the keys. Misuzu and Toshimi looked at them confused, but Hana understood immediately.

"That's right! We can travel faster this way, and the car's are much sturdier than regular ones(1)!" Hana said while smiling at Crona. "Good idea!" Crona seemed to smile a bit more under the praise while blushing a bit. Misuzu looked to have gotten a bit annoyed at how Crona was acting. And she knew it was Hana's fault!

"C-come one then!" she grumbled, grabbing the keys and beginning to walk out the door. On the way out she grabbed Crona's arm, making the boy yelp in surprise before he found himself with Misuzu wrapped around his left arm. "L-let's move!" she grumbled again, forcing him to move by manipulating his arm and pushing. He just nodded and began to walk, Hana right behind them, equally annoyed. Toshimi followed with question marks over her head.

When they reached a 'T' in the hall, Hana suddenly leapt onto his right arm and pulled him to the right while Misuzu pulled to the left. Turning to the other girl, Hana growled out, "Y-you idiot! We're supposed to go this way!"

"I know where I'm going! I saw the number on the keys and know that the car is in the back of the station!"

"Well this way is faster!"

"No it's not! That way leads to the side entrance, it'll take to long! We're going through the back!"

"Well the front entrance must be overrun with those things already, so there's no way we can go there! We're going left!"

"We're going right!"

"Left!"

"Right!"

"LEFT!"

"RIGHT!"

Toshimi looked between the two quarreling girls, noticing how Crona was being pulled from side to side. For such a skinny guy, he wasn't making much noise. She thought that maybe they were hurting him, but he looked more uncomfortable than pained. Looking to the side when he heard a strange sound, his eyes widened.

"Get down!" Crona suddenly pulled both girls down into a crouch as a large shadow suddenly passed over the three teens from the right. Looking to his left, Crona saw that it was a large, dead dog. Like them, it was decaying, bitten... and it seemed hungry for flesh. "Go!" shouted Crona, just as the dog began its next attack. He pushed both girl back, Toshimi being able to grab both of them before they fell, just as the dog tackled Crona, intent on ripping the swordsman to shreds. Crona brought the baton up just in time, letting the dog bite into the stick while keeping it at bay, He was on his back, the dog trying to rip him to pieces and clawing at the skinny kid. With a heave, Crona managed to kick the dog off of him, the dog flying over his head and landing on its back. He got up and held the baton the same way he would with Ragnarok. "Go! Get the car ready!" he ordered, keeping both eyes trained on the dog. He was not going to let the girls get hurt. Not while he could still fight.

"B-but what about you?!" Misuzu cried out, scared that this might be the end of the skinny boy who she owed her life to.

"I'll be fine. Just go before he notices you!" he said, the dog snarling and moving from side to side. It seemed to be actually thinking of a way to take down the boy. 'Do animals become smarter when they turn?' he wondered.

Misuzu wanted to protest more before she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and was surprised to see Toshimi giving her a slight grin. "Trust him, I'm sure he'll be fine." she said, then turned to the swordsman. "Please make sure to come back, I still haven't paid you back for saving us!" she said, her voice worried. Crona simply nodded.

Misuzu wanted to protest further, but she was already being pulled up by Toshimi and Hana. "Crona-kun!" she cried back as she saw the dog charge at the pink-haired boy. Crona also ran forward, raising the baton and whacking the dog straight across the head, the dog giving a yelp as it was batted aside by Crona's strength. It landed down the hall, right where the girls had left. For a second, it almost looked like it might go for the girls instead. So in retaliation, Crona switched the baton to his left hand as in a black blob, Ragnarok appeared in his right, both weapons raised. He wasn't really any good with two swords, never tried it actually, but at least Ragnarok was lighter thanks to being a regular weapon now.

The dog seemed more interested now that the boy's stature seemed to change. Looking down at the blade, he grimaced a bit. "Ragnarok, try not to bring any blood into my system. he mumbled while looking at the dog. "I-I don't want to know what I'll be if it does get in."

"You think I'm stupid?" asked the sword as he formed the mouth near the guard. "I know what I'm doing!"

"F-fine." With that out of the way, Crona charged, swinging Ragnarok down with enough force to break the ground. The dog dodged and tried to bite Crona's feet, but Crona stabbed the baton down on it head, the dog getting a mouthful of metal instead.

Pulling Ragnarok free, he swung again, this time managing to slice the dog's side and letting its guts spill out. The boy was hoping this would be enough, but was proven wrong when the dog just continued its assault, even though half its guts were dragging across the floor. He used the baton to keep the dog back while Ragnarok was swung, chopping off one of its front legs. The dog jumped back, somehow completely ignoring that its leg was cut off and that it has a bloody stump. It charged again, not as steady, and leapt up towards Crona's head. Bending back while twirling on his feet, his back was bent back and level with the ground while Ragnarok sliced cleanly through the dog's mid-section. The dog fell to the ground, its hind legs giving a few last kicks before they realized they were no longer connected to the brain. The upper half, though, was still clawing around, trying to get up despite not having any hind legs.

Crona finished it with a flick of his wrist, Ragnarok severing the upper half of the head and letting out a sigh, flicking the blood off of Ragnarok. "Well. That's taken care of..." he trailed off when he heard the sounds of nails hitting the floor. And panting. He turned to the direction that the dog came from and saw two more of them, both growling and tense. With a grimace he got into a stance as the dogs charged. 'This is going to be hard to handle...' he thought, raising Ragnarok to one of the dogs while the bayonet was stabbed forward into the mouth of the other.


(1) I'm just assuming here. I mean, it would make sense that police cars can take heavier damage than regular ones.

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