To get this started, I apologize deeply to my readers about my late/lack of updates on all my stories. I especially would like to address the Guest reviewer and or reviewers who left a total of eight reviews that 1. Crona's eye color, I deeply apologize for not writing Crona's eye color. But alas I am this far in the story; it must stay the way it is written. 2. the song choice for the chapter, my apologies. I haven't written/looked at my reviews in quite a while, so I'll have a look at it. 3. the chapter where Crona's incident occurred, there was a written warning, and I advised that it would contain dark material. 4. Was it necessary to report this? Again there was a written warning. It saddens me greatly that someone would report this… 5. As well as the problem that is my grammar, I again apologize… Grammar is kind of a concept I struggle with, and I promise it isn't intentional and I try my best. And finally I'd like to address that I'm very glad you find the story amazing and wish for me to continue.
In the quiet of the night Crona rested her head against her pillow. She shifted her position in an attempt to get more comfortable. The soft cushion of the mattress felt uncomfortable beneath her bony body. Lifting herself from the mattress Crona grasped the frilly and plush pillow and crawled to the safety of the furthest corner of the bedroom. She rested her head against the wall and instantly it felt her weariness strike. The sense of comfort and familiarity was reassuring as her eyes drooped and her head lolled to the side.
In the morning, Kid stood in the kitchen his fingers flaked with flour and his apron stained with batter. It was a comforting feeling, preparing a meal for Liz, Patty, himself and Crona… The sizzle of pancakes on the pan provided a warm homey sound. Lifting two identical skull shaped pancakes onto white plates he sat the table to be perfectly symmetrical. Patty and Liz entered the dining room, their blonde hair mussed with sleep and their fists rubbing their eyes sleepily. Instantly Patty's eyes brightened at the sight on the breakfast table.
"Yay Kid's homemade pancakes"! She clapped her hands and slipped into usual seat. Kid and Liz soon followed their actions.
"I-I-I hope I'm not to l-late"… A small voice said. Kid looked up from the Daily Death newspaper at Crona standing in the doorway. Her pink hair stuck out in odd angles, and her fingers toyed with the ends of her yellow nightgown. Kid noted she looked super cute as she sat down and yawned childishly.
"N-No not all, your just in time for breakfast". Crona nodded and took a seat at the table where the plate remained. A small grin broke out on her face as she noticed the artwork that was the pancake. She took the knife and begins scissoring away pieces of the pancake. She didn't notice Kid's twitching at the now asymmetrical pancake. He struggled to return to the newspaper and chewed his lip as he continued to read.
She offered to wash the dishes for them, in exchange for the kindness they had provided. Liz and Patty explained that they would be spending the remainder of the morning and part of the afternoon in the shopping district and Kid retired elsewhere within the manor. Crona gathered the plates in her arms and carried them to the sink. She stacked dirty dishes on the left side and began running the hot water. With a small rubber band she'd found on the floor and secured her hair in a loose ponytail.
She enjoyed the feeling of warm soapy water on her hands as she began scrubbing the dishes. She hummed to herself while doing so, stacking clean dishes on the right side of the sink. Crona failed to notice Kid watching her from the door way. He was amused by her antics as her humming turned into a little song. Her head swayed back and forth as she continued to sing her little melody. Crona soon finished her work spun to find Kid watching her. The dish rag she was holding fell to the kitchen floor with a wet plop.
"K-Kid I-I'm so sorry"… She whispered and dropped to her knees and gathered the damp towel into her arms. He waved it off as nothing, more preoccupied with the pink strands framing her cute face. She stood up and dusted her nightgown off. They stood facing one another for a moment.
"C-Crona get dressed please… I'd like to take you somewhere"… She nodded and set the rag on the counter.
"I-I will return shortly K-Kid". Crona turned away from Kid and exited the kitchen to the room she had been provided. Her face flamed almost as soon as she shut the door.
"I-Is this a d-date"? She wondered aloud to herself. She looked at herself in the small mirror and touched her face. Her cheeks were nearly as pink as her hair. She shed the nightgown and pawed through the bag of clothing Maka had given her. She had no clue what to wear; she had never been given the opportunity to do something as such.
Finally settling with a pale yellow blouse and white pants Crona adjusted her ponytail to perfection. She exited the bedroom to meet Kid at the front door. He noticed she was in the process of slipping her thick black rain boots over her bare feet before Kid interrupted her by shoving a pair of white sandals in her face.
"These are Patty's she doesn't wear them anymore and won't mind if you borrow them". Crona accepted them gratefully and abandoned her rubbery boots in exchange for the white sandals. Kid opened the door for her, and they exited together.
They each held an ice-cream cone in their hands, but due to the heat it was melting fast.
"Kid w-we have to e-eat faster"! Crona squealed as the frosty puddle at Kid's feet grew. Kid began frantically bouncing around and muttering that his ice-cream was no longer symmetrical. Crona's retort was simple. She dabbed her index finger in the melting ice cream and placed her finger against Kid's mouth. He silenced instantly and his face pinked.
"I-If you eat the i-ice-cream… I-It will be s-symmetrical"… She murmured while sliding her finger between the walls of Kid's lips.