Chapter 12: Misunderstanding
Ryuka's POV
I looked at the new boy that sat by Maka with care. He wore a long black dress with long black sleeves. His eyes were a powder blue, and his hair a pale pink and chopped in VERY uneven layers. His name was Chrona, and he didn't know how to deal with things. He didn't know how to deal with other people well. He didn't know how to deal with Sid because he was blue. He didn't know how to deal with Kid because he was always spazzing about symmetry. He didn't know how to deal with Stein because he had a screw through his head. He didn't know how to deal with my mom because….well I think you get the idea.
All of us sat in the infirmary with Maka as she sat in her bed, paralyzed temporarily because of her last mission. The bell rang and all of us left for the end of the day, besides Soul, who would be leaving in around an hour. All of us said our farewells to Maka and headed out to the courtyard.
Death the Kid's POV
Ryuka and I walked hand in hand down the hall way towards the schools exit. Her palms were cool as the pressed lightly to mine. She smiled, a soft dance of her lips, a smile that made my heart nearly fly out of my chest.
"Ryuka," I stopped us both, "I have to meet with my father about something important. Go home without me, okay? I'll be home for supper." I smiled at her softly.
"Okay, Kid," She leaned in and gave me a soft peck on the lips before taking off cheerfully towards the end of the hall, only to stop and wave once she reached the end of it. I waved back and then turned towards the Death Room. This was one talk I really did not want to have with my father.
Ryuka's POV
I smiled and hummed a random tune in my head after I reached the courtyard. I loved the idea of us together. Kid and I holding hands down the hall. Kid and I being together. It was just everything about him made me tick. His cute obsession with symmetry. Those stripes. His cool fingertips. The way he always smelled like spearmint and clean clothes whenever I hugged him. The way he looked at me and the way he always brushed a few strands of hair from my face. He was perfect.
"L-leave me alone. I don't know how to deal with this!" I heard a small cry come from behind me. It was Chrona. Two guys had him pinned to the wall. I knew this could only get worse. Being the new kid was hard enough, but Chrona was a guy that looked like a really skinny girl with pink hair. I know that it sounds mean, but it's the truth.
"Hey!" I dropped my bag and pulled one of the guys away from Chrona, making them both look at me, "Leave him alone!"
"Ohhh!" Then one holding Chrona by the collar dropped the frail boy to the ground, "And what are you gonna do about it, bitch?"
This was not good. Kid was going to be mad if I got into a fight, but I couldn't leave Chrona defenseless, especially when Maka wasn't here to help.
" I wouldn't say that man," The other one said, a joint poking out of his teeth, "That's the Reaper's Girl."
"Oh," The other one twisted his cal and leaned towards me, "Well that changes things."
"What are you-AHHHHH!" The one with the cap grabbed be by the chin and tilted my head up.
"You know, the bitch is pretty," He said to the one with the joint, examining my face, "Maybe we should take her for a ride."
I slapped his hand off of me, "Bastards! Leave me alone!" I shouted, stepping back.
"Ohhh!" The capped one called, "Bitch has a mouth, and spunk."
Chrona looked at me with his powder eyes, "L-l-leave her a-alone!"
"What'd u say? Huh, Pink Hair?" The jointer said, picking Chrona up.
"Put him down," I growled.
"Why should I?" He asked, spitting his joint into the grass.
"I told you to PUT HIM DOWN!" I barked, anger flaring in my voice.
"Fine, Bitch!" He hissed back, tossing Chrona into the near by fountain.
"Chrona!" I shouted. Then my father came rolling down the sidewalk towards us. Sanguine walking at his side. The two boys bolted at the sight of him, leaving me to fish Chrona's unconscious body out of the fountain.
Death the Kid's POV
I really didn't want to be here. I really, REALLY didn't want to be here. But I especially did not want to be here having this particular talk with my father. I was sixteen for symmetry's sake! And I did not, may I repeat, DID NOT need the sex lecture from my father.
"Now, son," The reaper sat a hand on my shoulder, "Your getting to that age where your going to start having…urges."
"Dad!" I knew I was blushing.
"But you have to maintain enough control to remember to use protection."
"DAD!" This was awful. Why did I have to have this talk with him when I had it in health just about every year since I turned twelve?
"You have a girlfriend now and you need to know these things!" His arms were flailing up into the air, "Plus, you're a Shinigami and your urges tend to be a little more….controlling."
"Okay! I've had enough!" I stood up and began to exit the room.
"Kid! Stay here! We aren't done talking!" He called. Then I regretfully turned around to face him. I didn't want to be here, but I didn't want to be pestered about it later on. Or even worse, during school.
"What?" I hissed at him, my head hanging down.
"I got you something," He reached into his pocket (Does Shinigami-Sama have pockets?) and pulled out a small black and white square package.
"DAD! NO!" I already knew what it was as he pulled the condom into full view.
"It'll help me to know that you have something to stay safe," He insisted, pushing the thing at me. I already had four of them because they passed them out each year at the annual "Talk". Might as well add to my collection.
"Fine," I hissed, taking the package from his hand and stuffing it into my pocket.
"And Kid," He called as I turned to leave, "For God's sake, be sure to be safe. If you get her pregnant, who knows what Stein and Sanguine will do to you."
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Ryuka's POV
Chrona lay unconscious on my bed, still in his sopping wet clothes. Patty was downstairs, Liz was out shopping and Kid wasn't back yet. I couldn't leave Chrona in these wet clothes. He'd get sick. But I couldn't…Gah! How the hell am I supposed to do this?
"What am I gonna do?" I asked out loud, resting my head in my palms. Then Patty poked her head in the door.
"What's wrong, Ryu-Chan?" She asked. I hated her nickname for me, but at the same I kind of liked it. It was like the name that a small child could be given. It made me feel like Patty liked me though, so I managed to tolerate it.
"Chrona's in wet clothes, and I can't let him get sick," I sighed tapping my chin.
"Well," She tilted her head to the side, "Why can't Chrona change into some dry clothes?" She asked curiously. It struck me off that she didn't even ask why he was here in the first place, but I guess she either didn't really care, or she was to young to really make note of it.
"Patty, that's the problem," Her blue eyes swam with curiosity, "Chrona is unconscious."
"Oh," Realization had now set in on her, " Then I'm just going to….um….go now."
"Patty, wait, could you please-" but the young girl was already gone.
I sighed before walking back towards Chrona. One of the last things that I wanted to do was change Chrona's clothes for him. I had never seen a guy naked before, but I couldn't let Chrona get sick either. I took a deep breath before sliding off Chrona's shoes and socks. So much for the easy part, now all I had to do was take hid dress and underwear off. I slowly sat my fingers under the hem of his dress and pulled it up until I got to his hips, then I sat him up and pulled the dress the rest of the way off of his body.
He was so skinny. No. Skinny wasn't the word to use here. He was a frail stick. Almost all bones with just enough muscle to allow himself to move. He was the palest person I had ever seen. Heck, he was paler that Kid was. But Chrona's pale was an almost sickening shade. Like he was severely ill.
I looked at his underwear. Thank God. They weren't wet at all. I didn't have to take those off. I walked over to my drawer and got a pair of black flannels and a white t-shirt. It was more difficult getting the shirt on him. Then I slowly towel dried his choppy pink hair. I looked at him carefully. My clothes fit loosely on his stick-like body. I picked him up carefully and with ease before carrying him to the living room and sitting on the couch. I rested his head on my lap, stroking his still damp hair. I would make sure that he was awake before taking him back to the DWMA. I flicked on the T.V. and decided to settle on Get Backers. I loved this show, but I had to laugh quietly. (A/N: I really do recommend Get Backers to anybody who is reading this who hasn't watched it. It's Hysterical, but it can still be serious at the same time and it's JUST PLAIN COOL!)
Death the Kid's POV
I walked down the streets of Death City, headed towards home. The sun had begun to set, painting the sky a deep red-orange. I could see drool dripping off of the edge of the Sun's mouth. I nearly laughed at the site of it. The sun was trying to fight off sleep and failing miserably.
I couldn't wait to get home. I couldn't wait to see Ryuka. But most of all, I couldn't wait to get the idea of Dad's talk out of my head. I turned onto the path that lead to the front door. After pulling out my key, I slid the black metal into the lock and turned it to open the door. Ryuka sat on the couch, watching Get Backers, with Chrona's head resting in her lap. Wait, why was he even here? And why was his head in my girlfriend's lap?
"What's going on in here?" I asked coolly, trying to hide the jealousy and anger in my voice. I didn't succeed.
"Oh! Hey Kid!" Ryuka smiled as she continued to stroke Chrona's head.
"Don't just say so casually, 'Oh! Hey Kid!' ," I hissed back, glaring at Chrona.
"What do you mean? I don't understand. Kid, did I do something?" She asked so innocently.
"What is he doing here?" I asked, not even trying to hide the anger in my voice now.
"Oh, Chrona? I brought him home with me."
"Why would you?"
"He was thrown into a fountain, Kid! I couldn't just leave him unconscious!" She said in response, obviously becoming irritated at my constant questioning and snapping.
"Whatever!" I groaned walking into the kitchen.
Chrona sat up, "W-where am I?" He asked, looking around the room. Then he saw both Ryuka and I glaring at each other.
"I-I'm sorry!" He said, getting up and heading out the door, "I-I'll go!"
"Chrona! Wait!" Ryuka called. But the pinkette had already walked out the door. Then she turned and glared at me, "What the hell was that all about, Kid?" She asked, anger spilling through her words.
"What was he doing here?"
" I already told you," Her eyes were narrowing as she stood and placed her hands on her hips, "He was pushed into a fountain and unconscious, Kid!"
"But why was his head on your lap!" I snapped.
"You know what!" She said marching towards the stairs, "I don't want to talk about this!"
"Fine!" I shouted back, "Go up to your room! I don't even care!"
"Okay then! I will!"
"Good!"
"Good!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!" I shouted a I watched her go up the stairs.
A/N: Yay! Finally done with this chapter! I'm sorry it's so late, I got busy. So anyway, their dating and going through their first big fight. OHHH! THE SUSPENSE! Um…anyway, the next chapter is called: Apology. I bet you can guess what happens there…..I have one request for all of you readers….REVIEW! I want to know what is going on inside those heads of yours. Tell me what you think SERIOUSLY! So… I WILL SEE YOU ALL IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!
