The hand with the knife moved away from his throat and off to the side.

Kid stared up at her forcing a mask of bravery as he stared up into those dark, insane pools that continued to hold that strange emotion he refused to acknowledge as being affection.

A half second later their lips were pressed together. Crona put every ounce of feeling she had into it, but Kid refused to kiss her back. That was when he was reminded he didn't have a choice when she bit his lip hard enough to make it split and bleed slightly. Licking up the blood she practically raped his mouth with her tongue, which Kid groaned at upon feeling it caress his own appendage. He preferred the contact from earlier that had been so tender and timid, seeming inexperienced. Now, as he lay there he couldn't help to question if she were truly so inept because of how skillfully she was presently performing. Either she held back earlier or was too shy when she was in her right mind, either way Kid knew as a fact that she wasn't really too inexperienced.

Pulling away Crona took a deep breath, giggling and staring up at the ceiling with a blush spreading across her face. She recovered herself after another few moments, giggles dying down and her blush faded.

"Why're you holding back?"

He knew answering was pointless. She would just get mad at him and would probably slit his throat, yet...it seemed preferable...to getting sucked into this sick game her warped mind had concocted. Kid just shook his head, looking up at her with cagey, half-lidded eyes knowing she wouldn't understand his discomfort even if he explained it to her.

"I don't want you to." She explained softly like he'd answered anyway. "I like you, Kid. I want you to like me back. No, I want your still beating heart to move only for me and only me. I want you to only breath for me and live for me..." she smiled happily and gave a small exhale, "I want you to love me."

"You can't force love-"

"I'm not forcing anything. I'm encouraging. Besides, I thought...I thought...you would find me attractive."

"I-I do, but-"

"Touch me."

"What?!" Kid gasped, golden eyes wide as he processed what she just commanded him to do.

"You heard me." Crona's dark breath whispered against his ear, as her nails dug into his shoulders aggressively as she repeated herself, "Touch me, Kid."

"N-no," he sputtered, "I c-can't, Crona, not like this-"

"Do it." She ordered firmly, unhooking the pink garment and dropping it to the floor on top of her blouse. Kid stared at her with wide eyes, face flushed and losing his forced mask of composure as she stared down at him expectantly. He was shaking, not sure what to do.

She was beautiful, this he could not deny, and she had a knife, the former swaying his stubborn mind more than the latter. If she were in her right mind and weaponless then Kid would have been thrilled to accept, but that wasn't the case so he was left with a difficult choice that ended up being made for him when Crona gripped his hands and made them cup her soft, petite breasts. She sighed breathily like it were the greatest feeling in the world, appearing to be in bliss from to the forced contact, whilst Kid's face became absurdly red as he stared at her in shock, eyes going between her face and his hands cupping her chest. She made his hands press down harder and Kid felt something drip from his nose. Chuckling Crona leaned down and licked the blood from his nose, not seeming the least bit bothered by the look of disgust Kid gave her afterwards.

Crona ignored it to give a low moan at the increased pressure from the contact, seeming rather pleased to have been touched. She grinded herself against his hands making him flinch slightly at the feel of her already erect pink nipples rubbing against his palms. Crona blushed darkly, squeaking a bit at the new, pleasant sensation this sinful friction created. Her blush didn't just stay on her face though. It spread down her throat to her collarbone and stopped mid-breast. It made Kid flush further to notice such things, yet he couldn't bring himself to dislike any of it as he drank in these sights.

Thankfully, for the reluctant party anyway, she allowed him to remove his hands from her breasts after a few more minutes, giving a giggle at how red his face was and how he gave her a halfhearted glare though there was a tinge of self-hate showing through. "Don't you like touching me?" she questioned, slightly digging her nails into his shoulders. "I don't mind...it feels so good...doesn't it feel good for you too?"

There was no reply.

She gave a cute pout he tried to ignore with little success. "It just...disappoints me...you won't play. Do I have to cut away at your flesh to make you cooperate? Or do I just need to try harder?" She then raised the knife to his face with a deep scowl and a glare that appeared absolutely lethal. "Do I have to hurt you?"

"No..." he mumbled, not meeting her gaze, "I just-"

"Hmm? Are you gay?"

"What?!" Kid yelped, giving her a stunned expression for the millionth time that day. "No! What would give you such an absurd notion?!"

"I'm sure other boys would like to feel their girls up and not be so difficult about it."

"That's...an entirely different situation!" Kid replied sharply, glaring weakly, as he took on a tone that was both firm and scathing towards the crazed girl on top of him. Oh, he loved Crona that didn't change, but he found that he despised this side of her...whatever it was...that made her act so hideously irrational.

"Their girlfriends probably don't hold a knife to their face or act so shamefully like-"

Crona then straight-out punched him in the face, once, twice, not stopping until Kid kneed her in the stomach causing her to grit her teeth at the pain. She fell back slightly, but kept a firm grip on his shirt so she didn't fall off him completely.

Soon she was back on him with the knife at his throat. She used her grip on his hair to yank his head to the side. Kid winced at the pain, holding in his pained noises as best he could so as to not give her any satisfaction. This proved near impossible when she sank her teeth into the side of his neck causing a pained cry to escape from his throat.

The taste of blood produced a feral moan from the pinkette who then began to kiss and suck at the bite mark. Kid gave her another hard blow to the stomach. This didn't seem to faze her as it had before, though she did seem to lose a bit of her aggression, releasing her hold on Kid's hair and allowing him to turn back to face her, propping himself up a bit on his elbows.

He was ready to shout at her when he froze at seeing her expression. She didn't look angry or demented, rather she appeared sad, agonized almost like an abused kitten. Kid didn't have a chance to figure out what that was about before she started to give the bite on his neck timid kisses and licks that seemed almost apologetic, as she also began to mess with his dress shirt, unbuttoning and removing it from his arms while he laid wilted in unease.

Why he didn't fight back then he didn't know, chalking it up to the fact that damn knife was dangerously close to piercing the base of his throat at the time. A minute or so later she had him sit up halfway so she could literally tear it from his tensed form.

Nuzzling his neck she ran a hand over his exposed torso seeming to admire his physique like she were looking at some famous work of art. Crona then hugged him close after letting her hand drop away from Kid's body, appearing satisfied with what she saw and had felt with that surprisingly gentle hand of hers. He didn't want to like or enjoy any of this, sadly remembering in a corner of his mind the conversation he'd had with Crona in the school clinic a few months back after she'd been attacked. In a horrid twist of fate Kid found himself now in a situation he felt was in some respects similar, save for the part where she's the molester and instead of being the one to offer comfort he was the one being assaulted.

He hoped she would get bored eventually with the hugging and let him go so he waited patiently for several minutes. Nothing happened. She continued the hug with a great amount of affection showing in her actions, which were drastically different from her earlier ones, some of which had left a bruise or two forming on Kid's face.

For a moment, Kid watched her grip on the knife slip as she enjoyed their embrace, suddenly figuring a way he might be able to get out of this mess. Of course like most things in his life he'd end up having to betray his common sense, which warned him that jumping from a window would be less fatal than upsetting Crona would be. However, as she pressed her heated body close to his and tenderly ran a hand through his hair Kid found himself leaning close, seeing no way out nor really caring much about it, the exasperated boy hugged her back, pulling her close against him, silently swearing that was as far as he would willingly go. Although, subconsciously, he knew that if he gave in this time then it was likely he would give in again. He'd already, so soon, forgotten whatever plan he'd worked out just from this embrace. It bothered him, as he nuzzled against her neck that she had so much power over him, could make him forget and sway him to give her what she wanted even though he knew it wasn't what he personally wanted. Her moist, flushed skin against his own felt nice, but it was that sort of thinking Kid tried so hard to avoid, lest he forget himself and do something he'd later regret when she snapped back to her senses.

He gave a groan already feeling his pants growing tight, biting his lip he tried to ignore it, but when Crona started to run her hands from his shoulders and down his sides he found that such kind touches weren't helping. Still, Kid tried to focus on her and not on the growing problem in his pants, silently hoping she wouldn't notice and if she did take notice then he hoped she wouldn't further the torment or force intercourse, though at the rate they were going Kid didn't think he'd be able to truly resist if she tried forcing that.

Kid knew she wasn't the Crona he knew anymore, not since she had taken such an extreme change in personality in what seemed like only minutes after arriving. Or...was the change beginning before they got to his place? When she was so quiet and distant, acting so depressive...

Had she been changing then?

Kid shook these thoughts away. It didn't matter when it happened, all that really mattered now was that she was pinning him to his bed and handling him in ways that he wasn't too sure were good or bad since his feelings were starting to become such a confused mess. On one hand he liked these pleasant feelings and the haziness that came with them, on the other hand he found it hard to think clearly and didn't want to be with this girl when she was so out of it.

Yes, these thoughts led to yet another inner conflict that was soon broken apart when Crona started to mess with his neck, restoring his body's symmetry by biting the other side as she had the side opposite earlier. Crona took more time this go around, though, acting more careful than she had last time. Sucking and kissing the shallow wound with vigor she enjoyed the small sounds her squirming boy beneath her made.

"C-Crona! St-"

"What's wrong?" She whispered, eyes taking on a menacing glare. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, j-just...please...stop..." Kid panted, gently holding her back away from his neck. Kid wasn't too sure about whether it was a good or bad idea to deny her this. All he knew for certain in his clouded mind now was that he wanted Crona to stop before something bad happened, but with that knife he didn't want to risk pissing her off by fighting back.

Crona might not have been herself anymore, but all Kid saw was her face and even if it wasn't the expressions she'd use it was still her beautiful face that reminded him of how she really is around him, how she acts when sane, how much she cared about him...no, Kid couldn't bring himself to hurt her, at least not yet, not until she tried to kill him.

Currently, she wished him no real harm, though he had a feeling that if they really got into a fight she'd once again try to seriously hurt him, which Kid knew without a doubt should be enough to push him to fight back because he did not want to die any time soon. At least not until he found no meaning left in living, but what were the chances of that happening?

"Ahh, C-Crona!" Kid suddenly gasped at feeling of Crona unintentionally brushing against a rather rigid and sensitive, not to mention aching, part of him. Bolting upright Kid attempted to push Crona off him, hissing from a combination of pain and pleasure when she resisted to move off him causing her leg to brush against his still clothed erection, causing Kid to yelp, not that she seemed to notice why he acted out in the first place.

The knife cut into his side as its wielder fell back a bit, blood dribbling from a shallow horizontal cut. Crona's eyes were wide as she then shoved him back down, seeming genuinely confused about what had happened to make him freak out. Her mind was quickly distracted by that cut.

Soon a playful smile had crept its way onto her face. "You like symmetry, right?" he gave a hesitant nod at this curious as to where she was going with this. "Well, I guess I should fix your symmetry since it's ruined."

A few cuts were nothing...a stab wound...it wasn't something he wished to try. Perhaps if she were someone else he'd have already twisted her wrist to force her to release the knife or punched her in the mouth hard enough to make her bleed; however, this wasn't someone else...this was Crona...he didn't want to hurt her despite how she was practically making him her bitch.

Kid just didn't wish to cause her pain, not after how...damn his overly softened feelings towards her...how close they'd become as of late.

"Ah!" He unintentionally breathed out. She tickled his side again, pleased with the reaction. She was using that tongue of hers on the sensitive unmarked skin of his sides as well as his cuts and gave a broken giggle as she nipped and licked at the lower part of his stomach. Crona's giggles faded off when the sound a deep moan reached her ears. Glancing up she saw Kid biting his lip and looking absolutely red. His golden eyes weren't focused solely on her, attempting to avoid looking directly at her, but she could tell he was enjoying her attention.

She then moved up, trailing his torso with butterfly kisses until she reached his neck where she then sank her teeth in at the base of his throat, nipping and leaving small marks on his unmarred flesh. It made that burning feeling in her belly grow even more intense. There was also something close to an ache below that, making her a tad uncomfortable. It was ignored, although she fidgeted where she sat on Kid making him give her a look of brief confusion before he realized that she, too, was also feeling arousal. This thought caused him to blush darkly, not that Crona noticed as she tried to get her mind off that feeling she had, trying to concentrate on the more pleasant ones like how the air made her warmed skin get all tingly and break out in a good kind of goosebumps that she'd never known existed beforehand. Or how nice she felt when Kid touched her, kissed her, made her stomach burn like there was an inferno inside...was there?

For a minute she thought of cutting herself open to find out, distracted when the boy benath her put a hand to her shoulder. I wonder...if it's the same... her unfocused, jumbled up mind pondered for a second before she found a distraction in making Kid groan when she tormented that one spot on his neck where he seemed to be rather sensitive.

He attempted again to push her off, earning him two more cuts on his sides. They stood next to each other, carefully carved into his flesh. She once again licked the blood away and continued on, teasing his sides though was slightly more aggressive in her nips and licks.

Beneath her, blushing, Kid hoped to god that she didn't realize that her actions had excited him. It was a moment where his body went against what his mind wanted and had to allow his blood to run south. The entire situation seemed to go from being agonizingly scary to horribly embarrassing and judging by how confused Crona seemed Kid supposed she wasn't too aware of what happened when males became aroused. Strange considering she was the one molesting him and acting so experienced during the entire damn thing. These thoughts didn't make him feel any less ashamed or mortified. If anything they helped him feel worse.

Crona shifted on top of him, looking at his flushed and horrified expression with a vague sort of curiosity. She hummed, appearing rather interested at his reaction. Her gaze didn't last long on his face as she then realized he'd been accidentally cut when he attempted shoving her off. Leaning down she inspected it then to Kid's disgust began licking the blood away. Her small, warm pink tongue tickled his side. A hand went to her chest and tried shoving her away, but she was determined and refused to budge or stop what she was doing.

After a little while Kid—with increased shame and still showing a bit of reluctance—actually found himself enjoying it, eventually ceasing in his earlier attempts to make her stop. How could something that felt so nice be so wrong?

A cliche question, yet Kid found it had waltzed its way into his brain somewhere between Crona's licking and her moving up to try raping his mouth again. It was in that same time frame that a thought came to him about where else she could put that tongue to use. It really didn't help him cool down. Oh, how he swore the room had risen several hundred degrees since she started this little sexual game of hers. At some point it seemed she dropped the knife, holding him down with both hands at his shoulders while she pressed her body against his, smiling blissfully into the kiss that literally almost killed Kid due to how long she forced it to last, depriving him of much needed oxygen. It left his head spinning and lightheaded, dizzy. He found it much harder to think accurately like this.

That was okay though because even if he wasn't having such difficulty his mind would have been wiped blank anyway. Crona who had been straddling his waist seemed to want to change position for whatever the hell reason her crazy mind made up, which led to her straddling his hips she ended up sitting atop his erection, which gave a rather painful throb at the added pressure and warmth. She instantly felt it and jumped in surprise, appearing surprised as she moved off to see what she'd sat on. Kid wanted to cover his face with his hands in humiliation, but found himself stiffening even more—if that were at all possible—as he heard her mumbling to herself.

"Oh," he found himself quietly groaning, "please god no."

"Hmm? Hey...what's..." Her expression soon changed from surprised to confused, and then twisted in disgusted horror when she finally realized just what it was. "Y-you..." she stuttered staring at him in shock, almost like this were something Kid had control over. Crona then looked down at herself and blushed an even darker shade, taking in her nudity with wide, shaking eyes. It was then she slapped him across the face so hard his head was forced to the side and he swore he tasted blood in his mouth from his split lip being reopened.

"You pervert!" she screamed at him, covering her breasts with her arms and getting away from him as fast as she could, standing before him at the bedside shaking uncontrollably with numerous emotions flashing through her impossibly widened eyes, but her expression mostly shown in stunned offense.

"H-how could you?!"

"How could I what?!" Kid spat back at her, sitting up and shifting uncomfortably.

"You were trying to take advantage of an innocent, naive girl!"

"Innocent? Where the hell do you get off saying that?! You were holding me down and threatening to hurt me with that damn knife! You-"

"Y-you're lying!" Crona shouted, shaking harder as tears formed in her hurt, dark orbs. "You were the one with the knife! You...you made me...do things."

"I disagree," Kid replied coldly, "that's a lie-"

"I-I just came over to see you," she sniffled, "and you forced yourself on me! You were going to rape me! I trusted you!"

Kid blinked at this story. His cold glare and tone wanting to become heated as his face took on an expression of utter disgust. How dare she act so innocent after the stunt she just pulled?! He had been patient and granted he'd been threatened himself Kid hadn't wanted to genuinely hurt her, but this lie she was weaving bothered him to no end.

What was there for her to be so upset about? Kid was the one who'd been practically molested by the person he...greatly liked...no, dammit! He loved Crona, not so much as a friend, but not as much as a lover either. Kid just knew that he loved her. He'd bottled it up and been holding that feeling back, but he couldn't deny that he really loved her and hearing such absurd stories coupled with such vile accusations really pissed him off after all he had to deal with.

"Just hold on a minute!" Kid snapped. Crona paused in her ranting and raving to stare at him, eyes still teary and hurt as she stared at him seeming to wilt slightly beneath his cold stare and frosty tone. "You were the one forcing yourself on me! If anyone was going to be raping anyone it'd have been the other way around and you know it! You even cut me," he indicated the nick in his ear, bite marks on his neck, and his cut up sides with a deepening frown, "it's your fault I got excited, just as it's your fault we were in that position so don't go shoving all this off on me!"

"It's my fault? That's how rapists make their victims feel! Y-you're trying to...so you are...b-but I thought..." she sputtered in shock until she looked pale enough to be physically ill. "I feel so sick." She groaned, looking ready to gag, an arm leaving her chest to hold her stomach while her other one kept there to cover her nakedness. "So sick and cheap...h-how could you...I-I love you...an-and you...why?"

Sighing Kid scowled at her, knowing no matter what he said she'd not believe him, she'd keep insisting her story to be true because for all he knew that's what she honestly believed to be the truth. "You're delusional." he muttered, seeing his shirt lying on the floor. He found that it was beyond repair due to the large tears and went to his dresser to get another identical one.

Ignoring Crona's sobs and accusations the entire time he dug through his clothing until he found what he was looking for. Kid couldn't help glancing back at her upon hearing her collapse to the floor, now on her knees as she kept crying. A part of him wanted to comfort her, but knew she'd most likely push him away or lash out at him in a fit of rage. Standing his ground he got the knife from the bed, keeping a safe distance from her as he watched her. Crona was looking to be almost hysterical at that point.

It made him sigh.

"You know," he said dully with little emotion due to how he felt most of his energy had been sapped, "you're behaving like a child by not accepting the consequences of your actions, besides it isn't like-"

"Shut up!" Crona wailed. "Y-you don't...you don't know...an-anything! I-I ca-can't believe I-I let myself t-trust you!"

"Look, it's not like I can help it. It's just...what happens...I'd think you'd understand-"

"Why?! Why would I want to understand a filthy rapist?!"

"Would you stop calling me that!" Kid growled, getting tired of this madness. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Yes you did. You touched me."

"Only because you forced me!"

"Y-You marked my neck an-and t-tried to make me have s-sex with you."

"I did no such thing!" Kid felt like he were on the border of insanity. "You're only thinking like this because you're crazy and delusional!"

"That's just what you want me to think!" She countered. A mad smile ripped out across her lips at this point. She gave a broken laugh. Crona then pointed an accusing finger at him just about screaming, "You've had it out for me ever since we first met!"

"I have not!"

"Y-yes you have!" Crona insisted, eyes sparkling from the tears that had slowed. "I-I was just a l-little girl an-and you tr-tried to cut my hair!"

Kid opened his mouth to shout at her, stopping upon realizing what she had said. "What?" He blinked. The volume of his voice had certainly dropped in his shock. This was nonsense, yet he had to argue like it would set her mind straight if he told her the facts of reality. Murmuring he kept a wary eye on her, "I didn't even know you when we were children..."

"I remember," Crona said with her mad smile twitching, as she gave a reminiscent sigh, "you kept screaming at me...you pulled my hair and you...you kept crying...an-and trying to c-cut it. I made you angry, but you being so mean scared me so I-"

"That never happened."

"It did too! You're a liar! I hate you...no...I love you. I love you so much...but..." she seemed to grow confused, letting her arms fall to her sides as she stared at him blankly for a moment, then sighed and got up shrugging off their argument. She picked her shirt up, leaving the bra where it lay and slipped on her blouse. She didn't bother buttoning it letting it hang open and show off her flushed milky flesh. "I dunno about you, but I think I should get an abortion."

"What are you talking about now?" Kid demanded softly, yet unmistakably nettled by her comment.

"We're still in high school and I don't think we can take care of a baby so-"

Kid threw his hands up in the air due to his exasperation. He gave a sigh of frustration, growling, "You're not pregnant!"

Crona stared at him like he were the mad one. "Of course I am!" She replied in a manner that was rather matter-of-factly.

"No, you aren't! We've never had sex so how can you be-"

"Kid!" she gasped. "Don't talk about our private affairs! Oh, this would simply devastate Marie, Stein would probably be angrier at you than me, but I think he'd support me in my decision. And wouldn't your father be so disappointed if he knew our little secret, Kid?"

"What secret?" he demanded, feeling a headache of his own coming on from all this craziness. "There's nothing for him to know! We never had sex, you're not pregnant, and I didn't attempt to rape you! This is all just pointless nonsense!"

"If you say so," Crona smiled, purring. "Wouldn't it be fun if we did have sex though?"

"No," Kid said firmly, "no, you stay away from me! I don't want to hurt you, Crona, but so help me I'll-"

"Sex, fighting, either sounds like a good time to me, but I'd rather you not reject me because...i-it...that's not...I love you, Kid!" She exclaimed with her crazed smile growing bringing a sense of dread to Kid, who stood watching her and ready for a fight. "I want to be with you. I want to touch you and tear you apart and just be with you forever and ever and evermore."

"I love you, too, but you don't hurt or force yourself on the people you love." Kid replied quietly. "If you were in your right mind then you'd know that. You'd know a lot of things. I handled this problem of yours calmly at first because you were so scared. I tried being brave for you and helping you as much as I could because I love you."

"That's sweet," she took a few steps towards him making Kid step back and hold the knife tightly, "but our ideas of love are quite different. I think about you all the time, I feel happy when I think about you, and sometimes I feel I can breath in your wonderful scent even when you aren't around. I say that if you won't accept me and love me back like I love you then I'll take it away from you. I'll take your heart and save it after breaking every bone in your body. I'll scoop those beautiful eyes from your skull and keep them by my bed at night. I'll always keep bits and pieces of you, Kid, because that's how strong my feelings are for you. I love you with all my heart and if you like I'd let you take it."

"That sounds more like obsession than actual love."

"Call it whatever you like."Crona stared at him for a moment, and then without warning she charged forwards managing to tackle him again, hard enough that he was winded and in the fall lost the knife, which had bounced across the floor and landed in front of his dresser.

Crona's hands were at his throat in seconds. He started to punch her as hard as he could until he landed a particularly brutal blow to her head making her give a yelp as she fell off him. Growling she got up to see him running for the knife, narrowing her eyes she got up and managed to stop him, grabbing him from behind by his hair making him give a cry of pain, but he'd already gotten the knife. Kid threw a wild punch then unintentionally hitting Crona at the center of her forehead with the fist that held the knife.

The hard impact from the handle as well as his hand, followed up by her head smacking against the wall was enough to stop her. Kid watched caught between anger and terror as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and her body slumped forwards. Dropping the knife he ran forwards, catching the girl in his arms. He almost dropped her once when his hold on her slipped. Fortunately, he managed to catch her before she hit the floor and took her over to his bed where he laid her down.

Kid let out a sigh of relief. Why wouldn't he? He'd survived through what had to be the most terrifying, as well as most arousing, experience in his life. Kid was just thankful he managed to stop Crona and she was safe. There was no signs of any serious damage where she'd been struck, no bruising or anything. Surely it proved she didn't bruise easily; although, he wasn't too sure who was luckier between them because of this trait. It wasn't something he thought on, seeing as he was concentrating more on getting her into a comfortable position on the bed. He brushed her hair gently out of her face then retrieved the knife. He hid it in his dresser beneath his clothes, not willing to take it back to the kitchen and chance Crona waking up.

Kid sat by her attempting to get his breathing and nerves back under control. He noticed with much relief that his earlier problem had left him during all the action and excitement. Kid was truly thankful for that. He looked to Crona with a soft smile, hoping to think of something to tell her when she regained consciousness. He didn't know if he should tell her the truth or lie as he had about the last time.

It was just too bad for him that before he could come to a decision on the matter a soft groan signaled that the pinkette next to him would be waking up soon. Kid tensed when her eyelids fluttered. Taking a deep breath he mentally readied himself to deal with whatever he would be faced with.

I didn't get much feedback, but worked this as best I could and sorta gave you a bit of Kid x Crona or should I say Crona x Kid? Yea...keyword being sorta, right? Lolz. I hope this was worth the wait while I rewrote and edited this. I apologize for any errors, but I tried hard to avoid them. I wasn't really sure what I wanted to do or where I wanted this to go, but everything fell into place.

I'm satisfied with how it came out and think the length is pretty good considering how long it was originally going to be due to me wanting to combine two chapter; however, I managed to avoid cramming two chapters together.

Yayz! xD

Does anyone feel bad for Kid? Or are more of you sympathizing with Crona? If you'd all be so kind as to please keep reviewing I'd greatly appreciate it. I love reading your reactions :) and hope to finish the next chapter soon, but dunno when I'll finish completely or finally be able to post it.

I'll try to get it out as soon as I can though, kay? See ya next chappie!