OMG, LAST CHAPTER!!!!! Or maybe not…. :3

I have decided, this shall be continued. I didn't plan on it, but as the ideas just started rolling out of me, I couldn't help but write too much! So it will be continued!!! YAY!!!!!!!

But seriously, guys, you all have made me so happy. All you who bothered to click on this, to read it, to review, to read the next chapters, and review some more, I'm so grateful! You guys have made my first ever fanfiction a great success. I promise you, you will see more stories from me! I love you all~ 3

So, enough of my mushy stuff, here comes the final chapter!! I hope that when I changed my idea on how this would end, it was for the better.

I'm sorry if it's a bit more depressing than usual, I just wanted to go out with a bang, you know? So yeah, in this chapter we take a look into Crona and Kid's past, and why they can't express their feelings as easily as you thought. And maybe, just maybe, Kid's past is a little sadder than Crona's was… as unlikely as that seems! Sorry, after I read it over, I realized that it's probably really sad. Sorry bout that! I guess I'm better at writing depressing stuff than happy stuff ^^;

So enjoy the final installment of Do What Feels Right by me!!!! :D

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Why was she hiding? Why had she burst into tears out of nowhere? What had suddenly caused this sudden outbreak sadness?

But, why had it happened after she had been so happy with Kid?

Why?

Maka looked at the clock. Her pencil was tapping furiously on the desk.

'Hurry up…' Maka thought impatiently. Stein hadn't let her go, and he hadn't sent anyone to go get Crona.

Maka sighed. Why was it that Crona was running away so much these days?

Maka started thinking about the day they were all walking outside.

Kid had been acting strange that day… He had been looking at something oddly…

But Maka didn't bother to see what it was, but she thought she knew. Crona had left in that direction.

Maka felt herself getting mad. She clenched her fists.

She was filling up with anger she hadn't felt to anyone before…

Except for Medusa.

Maka gasped. That was right; she had only felt this burning anger, this horrible agony as if someone had made her swallow needles…

She had only felt it towards Medusa.

Because Medusa never loved Crona like a mother should. Maka had been given a beautiful, kind, loving mother all her life. But Crona never got that. Crona never even understood why she had been abused as a child. Crona was never given a chance to be loved.

But now…

Who was this anger directed to?

Was Kid really the cause of Crona's sadness?

Crona, huddling in a corner, had never cried this much. And Crona cried a LOT.

She hadn't even planned to come here; she just ran and ran, her crying never stopping, and came here…

She was in the nurse's office.

The place where her mother had so sneakily worked her. How she fooled everyone by saying she was a beautiful nurse. How she tricked them all, how she could make almost every man here fall for her.

Her clever, smart, beautiful mother.

"Oh mommy…" Crona said through her tears, practically choking over the words.

"…why didn't you love me?"

"C-Crona…" Kid panted, leaning on some lockers. He had looked everywhere. Why hadn't he found her? It was impossible for anyone to leave school during classes. There were guards to prevent students from ditching, he would know, since he was the only one who had ever come to school three hours late on the first day.

Bing, bong, ding, dong

Kid heard the school bell. Then came the familiar sound of many students trying to get out the doors.

"Dammit…" Kid muttered. With all these people coming out, he'd never find her amongst the crowd.

He had to find her, he had to. He'd never forgive himself if he let her be so unhappy.

Maka pounded her fist on the desk, causing Soul to jump a little.

"Maka, what's wrong?" Soul asked.

"Soul, do you think Kid loves Crona?" Maka asked, her voice shaking a little.

"W-what?" Soul said, startled. Had someone told her what Black Star told him?

"S-she's never been loved before…" Maka said quietly. "If Kid loves her, then she must be really confused…"

Maka looked at him, tears threatening to come out of her green eyes.

Soul hated that. When she looked so sad like that, Soul couldn't do anything but help his partner feel better. She deserved to know if she was so angry that she was on the verge of crying.

"Hey Maka…" Soul said, putting his arm on her shoulder.

"W-what?" Maka said, trembling out of anger.

"Kid…" Soul whispered what Black Star had told him into the frail girl's ear.

As Soul finished, Maka was quiet. Tears had actually started to roll down her cheeks, and she was shaking rather violently, but she was still quiet. She made no sound for a while until Soul had to use his arm to support the girl and walk out of the classroom.

Kid was slowly making his way out of the school. He didn't find her. With all the other people around here, he couldn't possibly locate her. He had just pushed open the huge doors to exit the school when he saw her.

Maka was staring at him, her eyes cutting through him.

"I-" Maka started. Her eyes were red, and she seemed to be shaking.

"I hate you."

What? Why had Maka said that? Where had that even come from? What was going on?

"Maka, what's going on?" Kid asked, confused.

"Why, did you do that?" Maka said, clenching her hands into fists.

"W-what?" Kid asked. He was so confused, what was going on?

"Why. Did. You. Fall. In. Love…" Maka said, anger hanging on to every word.

"With Crona?"

Kid stopped. His mind seemed to be completely shut down. He couldn't comprehend anything.

"What are you talking about?" Kid practically spat the words out.

"How dare you…" Maka said, tears actually rolling down her cheeks at a fast rate. "You dare to love her, and then you don't admit it. Do you have any idea how confused you're making Crona?!?"

He was confusing Crona? What? The only person who was confused was him!

"You don't understand, do you?" Maka said, interpreting his expression. "She has never been loved before, not even by her own mother, and you come along and fall head over heels for her!! She's confused, if even her mother didn't love her, why would anyone else? She doesn't know what to feel, she doesn't know what 'love' even is!!"

Maka got closer to him. She raised her hand above her head. Kid flinched, expecting to get slapped, or a world-famous Maka chop, so he was surprised when he felt two hands on his shoulders.

"Please…" Maka said, looking directly into his eyes. "If you're going to love Crona, then fine. Just…"

"…Just help her."

Kid replayed what Maka had said to him in his mind.

"Just help her."

What had that meant? When Maka had seen that he was still confused, she actually did slap his face, and left, while muttering "Men are stupid."

Kid thought about it. Does this mean that…?

That Maka was entrusting Crona into his care?

If that is what she had meant, then he had to take care of her. Especially if this was his fault.

He would make her happy. He swore an oath.

Because…

…he did love her.

"Mommy?" A little Crona whined. "I don't want to kill it mommy…"

"You have to." Medusa replied coldly.

"B-but…" Little Crona cried.

"No complaining. If you ever want to become of use to me, then you have to."

Crona sniffled. She slowly lifted up the sword…

"I c-can't do it!!" Little Crona said, hiccupping. She ran to hug her mother's legs. She hung on to her mother's dress and looked at her with pleading eyes. "Please don't make me! It didn't do anything to me!!"

"Stop crying." Medusa said, shaking little Crona off, making her land on the floor with a little thud. "And it doesn't matter, it's unimportant. You did nothing to me, did you? No. I treat you like this because you are worthless, just like this creature. If you become a Kishin, you would be of use to me, but it seems you can't even complete that simple task."

Little Crona started bawling, hugging her knees as she lied on the floor.

"Do you want my affection? Then kill it. Show it you are more important than this useless creature."

Little Crona had no choice. She took her little hands and pushed herself off the floor. She reached her hand up to her face. She felt the area under her nose wet. She removed her little hand and saw the black blood on her fingers.

'Mother's… affection?' Crona thought. How badly Crona wanted it…

Little Crona slowly lifted up the sword.

'I'll do it…' Little Crona thought, a small smile creeping up her face.

She got closer to the creature, the sword above it.

"I'll do it…" Little Crona said, gripping the sword handle tighter.

"…for mother's affection!!!"

Little Crona said as she struck.

"AHH!!!!" Crona said, bringing her head up so quickly it hurt her neck.

She was panting. She hadn't realized that she had fallen asleep. She looked at the spot on the floor where her head had been. The wetness on the floor showed that she hadn't stopped crying, even while she was asleep. She was starting to think she'd never stop.

Crona felt tired. She was very worn out.

But she didn't know why.

Sure, she had been running all over school, but this was different, she felt like she was emotionally tired, not physically tired. She felt she had reached her limit.

She didn't want to feel anymore. She didn't want to go through all the emotions people go through all the time.

She had reached her limit.

Kid had, even though he said he wouldn't give up, had gone home. He couldn't handle it. He couldn't handle the thought of having a creature in his care, especially someone as weak and frail as Crona. How could he?

And more importantly…

…how would he tell her that she was his responsibility?

How would he tell her…

…that he loved her?

It was too much for him. How could he? There was no way. And besides, he already failed her by giving up.

Kid was sitting in his room, the lights were off, and he was sitting at the edge of his bed, with his face in his hands. He wasn't crying, just preparing for the worst. He always found that he could think better in this position. Sure, this worried his father, but Kid didn't care. After all, when he was younger, he would always do that to think better about, well, everything. About his dad, his status, his mom.

His mom.

How he remembered those times. The time when he was young. The time when he decided to shut people out of his life.

"Kid…" Shinigami-sama said quietly through the crack in the door to the small boy, who was preoccupied with stacking his toy blocks to make a perfect pyramid, the same on each side.

The small boy didn't even look up. It had taken him several hours to stack those blocks exactly the same on each side. He still was so young, if he were older he would have been able to stack them in a minute, Shinigami-sama was sure of it. He took after his mother, after all. She was a smart woman.

Was.

She isn't a smart woman, she was.

Meaning, she isn't anymore.

No, she'd always be smart. It was more like…

…she wasn't here anymore.

She never would be here anymore. She would never be here to spread her wisdom, to teach her son all he would need to know to grow up to be a great shinigami.

Or a great human.

Yes, she was human. And she kindly said to Shinigami-sama, "If you want a shinigami heir, then we'll raise him that way." Kid truly was human. All except for his OCD, he was normal. Absolutely normal. And yes, Shinigami-sama did want an heir. But his wife wanted a normal boy. But she gave that up for Shinigami-sama. She would give up anything for him.

"K-Kid?" His father said, his voice shaking slightly. This made Kid lift his head up, surprised. His father never talked like that. In that quiet, serious voice. His voice would never shake like that either. Kid admired his father for always being strong and brave. His dad was tough. He could take anything. If you slapped him in the face, he'd just shrug and laugh it off.

But today was different. He sounded upset. He sounded worried.

He even sounded… scared. His father was never scared. Something was wrong.

Little Kid walked over to his father, abandoning his blocks and went over to tug at his legs.

"Father…?" Little Kid asked quietly. What could make his father look so upset?

"Kid…" His father said to him gently, coming in and sitting on the small rocking chair in Kid's room. "Come here."

Little Kid did as he was told, and walked over to his father and climbed on his lap.

"Kid…" Shinigami-sama started. He couldn't tell Kid. It would break his heart.

But what else could he say?

He took a deep breath and said, "Kid, your mom…" Another deep breath. "She- She's passed away."

Little Kid just stared at his father, his big yellow globes looking at his.

"She…" Shinigami-sama started when he saw that Kid didn't comprehend it. "…has died."

What? What did he meant? Sure, little Kid knew what dying was, but he didn't think it actually happened.

"Kid, this means you'll never see her again." Shinigami said, half choking on having to explain this to his little son. "When someone dies, it means that their spirit is gone. Their body is still here, but their spirit isn't. The person itself isn't there anymore, and it never will be again. She's gone."

How does a child take that in? It's not pretty, or simple. Picture it, a young child finding out something like that. It's not easy.

After that, Kid would stay for hours in the corner of his room, his face in his hands.

This is why he was so intrigued with Crona. Once he found out that she would cry for hours, hugging her knees, in a corner, it made Kid want to find out why.

And in a way, it did let him think better. At first, no. It was only that he was given so much time to sit in the corner like that, so he had a lot of time to think. Eventually, over time this seemed to help Kid to think better. It was just natural to him now.

She died when he was only four years old. He could barely speak full sentences. But of course, with his intelligence that he inherited from his mother, he could think a lot. Even though he couldn't always speak up, he could always think it.

And he was only six when he reached the conclusion, that human life is meaningless. Of course, he was still young then, so this wasn't his exact thoughts. But as he grew older, it all started falling into place.

One, death was everywhere. He had to face that. He was a shinigami, after all. After his mother died from that unknown disease, his father tried to raise Kid as a human, like how his mother wanted. Shinigami-sama didn't want Kid to grow up knowing that death was everywhere, and that death was in fact, his job.

But little Kid didn't choose that. He wouldn't. Death was everywhere, and it happened to anyone, for no good reason. People that died everyday weren't always bad people. Some were completely innocent. This showed his second thought, that Two, human life was meaningless. It could be gone at any time. And they could easily be replaced.

And Three, little Kid could never bring her back. He was a shinigami, yet he could never bring them back. All the good people who were special to so many people. They were gone, for good.

He had this all figured out by the time he was nine.

So, when little Kid was ten, he chose to live the life of a shinigami, growing up like one, learning like one, being one.

And Kid was happy. At least, on the outside he was. On the inside, underneath everything, the sadness would never go away. A bandage for the heart, was it? Of course, in this case, his friends were his bandage. But the wound would never heal.

He chose to never let anyone too close, he was too afraid they might just disappear, just like his mother did, and the wound would just get on bigger, until he was just a broken heart, and nothing else.

Because some wounds just can't be healed.

He stayed like that, with his head in his hands, until he heard a small creak. He looked up to see Liz peering through the crack in the door sadly.

He motioned for her to come in, and then placed his face back in his hands as Liz sat down on the bed, making a small creak.

"Kid?" Liz finally spoke, saying it quietly and gently touching his shoulder.

Kid made no movement. He stayed as he was.

Finally, he spoke.

"Liz…" Kid said, so quietly that she had to lean in to hear him.

"Yes Kid?" Liz asked.

"How do you love someone…" Kid started. Liz nodded for him to continue.

"…when your heart isn't whole?"

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Ok, I know, depressing. I couldn't help it. But cheer up; everything will get better in the next chapter! I don't know, I just always thought of Kid as having some dark past, even though he seems too caught up with symmetry to care. But he always seemed like the kinda guy who was hiding something, you know?

So yeah, thanks to all you guys, I'm continuing this!

Look forward to it! Review please! (Oh god am I worried about the reviews I'll get for this chapter…)

Bye! Thanks for supporting my first fanfiction!!