"Now, defeat it Crona," I said and crossed my arms. I would watch his techniques and would be able to tell where his attacks had to improve.
He continued to just stand there. What an idiotic child. At this rate he would never become a kishin. I was really hoping that this wouldn't take so long.
Crona whined and turned to face me. He had tears in his eyes, "I can't do it! I don't know how to deal with something like this now,"
The tears threatened to flow out of his eyes. He started to sniff. He looked at me with apologetic yet pleading eyes. I really never was one to give in, though.
I stared at him with cold eyes before taking him by the wrist. Crona protested and tried to fight me as I started take him out of the room.
He cried and tried to pry my hands off of his wrists. But he was a weakling. He didn't have a prayer in removing my grip.
I dragged him down the bright hallway with him resisting all the way. I walked quickly despite his struggles.
Eventually I found the room I was looking for and stopped at the door. Then I shoved Crona inside and kept my position at the door.
"You're a bad child. I want you out of my sight. This is your punishment. You'll be locked in this room for a long long time so get used to it," I said firmly. Crona's eyes widened.
"No! Please pick another punishment!" with that I knew that this was the perfect punishment, so I closed the door slowly, tuning out whatever else he had to stay.
I stormed out of the hallway and burst into my room. This was stupid. Why couldn't Crona have an attitude like Tora's?
Tora always was willing to take risks and do what others wanted, no matter how awful it sounded. That's what attracted me to him.
If Crona could take after him just a little bit, maybe he could be able to do this. If I could do the awful things I did as a young one, he should be able to do this measly thing.
Now I realized, that in the end. Men were nothing but disappointments. Taro failed me. Dad failed me. Crona failed me.
But Crona being young wasn't an excuse to disappoint. As a little girl, I fought all the time. Once I even beat someone to death. That was one of the many things about me that drove Mother away.
I rolled over and snuggled into my covers and fell asleep.
Weeks later, I started to think about Crona again. Maybe I should let him out. Maybe he had learned something in that dark room.
Eventually, I decided it was best to let him out. I creaked the door open slowly and found Crona laying on the floor, "You can come out now," I said.
Crona stood up. He had been crying. When he saw me, he burst into violent and obnoxious sobs and ran to me, "He's so mean! Ragnorak keeps beating me up! It hurts and I don't like it! Please make him stop hurting me!"
I just stared blankly at Crona until he was finished. When I was sure that he had toughened up, I turned around, "Come. We're picking up where we left off. You will defeat it this time Crona,"
Crona gasped behind me, "There's no way! I can't do it. I still don't know how to deal with something like that," I stopped walking.
He hadn't grown up in there like I'd hoped. Oh well, maybe more time will improve his attitude, "Vector Plate,"
Crona was launched into the dark room again, "You can stay in there out if my sight a little longer," I said as I closed the door again.
THIS IS RIDICULOUS! I hated this. Raising a child the way I was was pretty difficult. But I wasn't patient in this sort of thing.
I had been working way too hard on this to be stopped by something as stupid as an unwilling test subject.
I did whatever my Mother had told me to do no matter how ridiculous it sounded. That is, until I graduated middle school and saw Arachne and my Dad.
That had permanently shifted me and Shaula. Shaula had figured it out a week after I did. We both became rebellious and I even got the tattoos on my arms that now could come to life.
Shaula had begun to wear more revealing clothes. What happened really affected us, what more could so say?
My feelings for Taro had become even stronger and I had to lean on him more than I wanted to. But he was always there for me and he took care of me.
He had promised never to abandon me. But the end, his vows were all hollow. He never came through with all of his promises. And for that I could never forgive him.
I heard a bang from downstairs. It was probably Ragnorak bullying Crons. Oh well. Let him! He deserved it! Ragnorak respected and honored me even better than my own son! And all he is is a man made molecule!
Eventually, I had to let Crona out. I sighed and opened the door again, "How many times have we done this now? And how many more times are we going to have to do it? This is getting you nowhere, Crona,"
Crona was in the fetal position again. He was really was defenseless. I didn't know how to deal with him. There was a long moment of silence. His unusual for him.
Crona rose up and looked at me, "Did you know my blood is black?" he asked with a hint if madness in his voice.
I felt myself smile. Crona quietly walked out the room and made his way to the dragon. Then he summoned Ragnorak and did what he should've done ages ago.