Warning: Violence, swearing, some major bullying, and lame yo' mama jokes ahead! Nothing you guys shouldn't be able to handle though. I just thought it fair to give a warning, seeing as I don't do that often.

Also, here's a Sidenote: This flashback takes place right after the one in Chapter 51.


"Hmm?" She looked up, cringing, to see someone she didn't feel like dealing with right now. Eachan Tome. He was a kid who was a few years older than Ragnarok, but he was about her height with a shock of russet hair and a spray of freckles across his face. He was a bully at their school kind of like Ragnarok, except in her opinion he was a dumb bully because he tended to mess with almost all the kids at school and not just the ones he could handle. And one person Crona noticed he seemed to love pestering was Ragnarok...even though the past few times he ended up getting a busted lip and bloody nose.

"What're you doing here?" he sneered. "Shouldn't you be crying in a corner somewhere?"

"Leave me alone. I don't feel good."

"Aww, baby doesn't feel good!"

"Don't c-call me a b-baby! I'm not a baby! I'm not!"

"Oh really?" he sneered, arms crossed at his chest. A snide smirk came over his face as she rose up to her feet. It took almost all the willpower she had to not avoid eye contact as she stared into his hazel orbs. "Then why are you sitting around crying and whining like some emo freak? And what if I don't go away? What'll baby do then, huh?"

Crona didn't know what an emo was, but had a feeling it was meant to be insulting since the word 'freak' followed it, as for what she'd do...

"Go away o-or...or I'll..." making threats was a lot harder than she thought. Ragnarok always had the attitude and action to back up the words. She, on the other hand, had nothing. She was just a little kid trying to stand up to a big kid, lacking any power to make him do as she wanted.

And Eachan knew that.

"You won't do anything." he snarled and gave her a shove. "You're such a big whimp! I bet you're scared of mice!"

"Mice are scary!" she retorted. Her face was burning up and her voice cracked at the end of her quivering sentence. Smiling broadly, he pushed her again, causing her to stumble back a step, almost falling to the ground, but she caught herself and stood on wobbling feet for the next couple of minutes. Lips trembling, the little girl glared furiously at the boy who appeared ready to push her again, waving her arms frantically in irritated anger she roared as loudly as her lungs would allow, "St-stop it!"

Eachan hesitated, shrugging.

"Okay."

Crona blinked in surprise at hearing this. "Y-you m-mean it?" she asked warily, unsure if he was really meaning what he said. "Yeah," Eachan smiled and nodded. "But you know what I heard?" A mischievous glint going through his eyes as he gave her a mocking smirk.

"Wh-what?"

"I heard that your mama's so ugly that even Scooby Doo couldn't solve that mystery."

"Huh? Wh-what are you t-talking about? She's not-"

"Your mama is so retarded that she's scared of getting tangled in a website!"

"Th-that's not e-even possible!"

"You and your mama are so poor that your idea of a fortune cookie is a tortilla with a food stamp on it."

"D-don't j-joke ab-about that, E-Eachan! I c-can't help b-being poor!"

"No, but your mama can! Oh, ya know what? I guess you get your looks from her since you're so ugly."

"P-please, st-"

"Your mama is so ugly that even Hello Kitty said goodbye!"

"Sh-shut up!" Crona snapped. "Sh-she isn't ugly! M-my m-mother is b-beautiful!"

"Yeah, now that you mention it I heard my papa say your mama's so trashy that when people ask where to put their junk she tells them they can just shove it in her."

That did it. The little pinkette was trembling with rage, face red, and eyes leaking salty beads of vexed frustration.

"D-don't s-say that ab-about my m-mother!" Crona screamed, feeling the need to defend Medusa in spite of how she had caused trouble between Crona and Ragnarok. In that moment, she didn't care about that and let her temper get the better of her. She shoved Eachan, which didn't do much except drive him back half a step and make him give her a heated glare.

Five seconds later he grabbed a handful of hair and began yanking as he chanted, "Ugly hair! Ugly hair! Freaky sissy doesn't care!"

"Oww!" Crona screeched as he jerked her hair. She quickly regretted having shoved him. "St-stop it! Th-that d-doesn't even m-make any s-sense! Ouch! Y-you're hurting me!"

"Aww, is baby gonna cry?" He taunted giving an especially hard yank. Teeth clenching together Crona could feel something shift inside her, some emotion she wasn't sure she'd felt before, but it was starting to burn and writhe as Eachan continued to hurt her. That's when a hand clenched into a fist and socked him in the face. Instantly he let her go and backed up a step with a hand to his jaw. He looked stunned. Certainly, though, no one was more stunned than Crona who stood with her hands in her hair whilst twin trails of tears started to slowly dry.

"You...hit me...you...hit me!"

"I did." she murmured in agreement. She felt...somewhat proud...stunned, certainly, but proud that she had made a physical strike this time around. A moment later, as Eachan was gripping her dress collar and pulled her over, that pride dissolved.

Although, this moment was giving her a weird sense of dejavu, alerting her that pain was almost certain to follow.

"I'm gonna make you eat dirt for that!" he snarled, giving her a rough shake. Crona didn't care. She still couldn't believe she'd actually struck back. Somehow...she felt as though...if she got beat up now...then at least she could say that she managed to punch him at least once...and not feel as ashamed as she would if she didn't fight at all. Her mind barely registered the first blow when it landed, making her give a sharp gasp upon receiving a punch to her stomach. She was pushed back and hit into the wall, sliding down to the ground where she awaited further abuse.

Sure enough it came.

A solid kick connected to her side as she sat there. Pulling her knees to her chest she covered her head with her arms so that any other blows wouldn't hurt as badly. Unfortunately, getting beat up was still getting beat up, so it still hurt...badly...very badly.

One blow in particular was hard enough to knock her over. She tried to pull herself up and that was when Eachan took advantage of her weak points, stomping down on one hand he ignored her shriek of pain as he grabbed ahold of her hair and slammed her face down into the ground a couple times. In some small way...Crona imagined...that this was that caramel thing Ragnarok once told her about.

She remembered he once said his dad had a sucky life because he'd done bad things in his past (and he still does some of those things) so caramel punishes him for it.

The best way Crona knew Ragnarok described it was: do good and caramel does good for you; however, if you do bad then caramel will throw something bad at you. And there this pink-haired girl lay on the ground with Eachan still on her hand and still pressing her face against the concrete whilst she supposed that this was caramel at work, punishing her for what she had done to Ragnarok.

It was only fair so she didn't fight back.

"Lick the ground and maybe I'll take it easy on you."

"Uhh...umm-umm...n-no," she shook her head, as best she could to show her reluctance, "th-that's g-gross!"

"Do it!"

"N-no!"

"Last chance! Do it or I'll make you sorry, you little bitch!"

"No!" She screamed. Her resolve was firm and stubborn. There was no amount of pressure that could possibly make her change her mind. "I-I w-won't! An-and y-you can't m-make me!"

"Oh yeah?" he said, pulling her head back while adding more weight down on her hand. "We'll see about that!"

Whimpering, she bit her lower lip, which was already bleeding, as he began to grind his shoe down into her tiny, frail hand.

She cried out in agony as she struggled, trying to pull it from beneath his foot only to find her face reconnecting with the pavement so hard that for a moment she swore she'd blacked out for a few seconds. A sharp pain reverberated in her skull for the next few minutes. Her vision was definitely blurred and her ears were ringing. Her face hurt. Her hand hurt. Her ribs hurt. She wished today had never happened, wished she were home, wished she hadn't ran into Eachan.

She just wished...Ragnarok...was there.

He wouldn't have to help her or anything. For all she cared he could just stand off to the side and watch Eachan beat her senseless. His presence would have been enough to help her through the pain. He always seemed to help her feel braver when dealing with someone like Eachan.

"You ready to give up?"

"No..."

"Wha?" he blinked in surprise. Her body was beaten, her voice sounded defeated, and yet she still defied him. "Do you like getting the snot beat out of you? Are you a freaking masochist?!"

She had no idea what that was either, but her answer remained unchanged.

"No..."

"Then I guess you're just really stupid!"

"N-no...no, I'm n-not!" she pushed herself up, attempting to shove Eachan away. It didn't do any good. She was too weak from the beating she just took.

Crona backed away, lashing out and striking him when he tried to grab for her. That just made him really mad and moments later he threw himself into her, knocking her off balance and sending her to the ground where she soon found herself pinned with a foot planted firmly on her chest that heaved as she breathed, or rather wheezed with each inhalation she took. He pressed down making her sputter and cough.

"You're such a pathetic loser! I guess even a dumb jerk like Ragnarok could see it. Speaking of that creep...where is he? I thought you guys were inseparable. Did he finally ditch you? Is that why you're hanging around here by yourself? Because he finally realized how pathetic you are?"

She couldn't respond, too busy gasping for air and letting the taste of metal settle on her tongue.

"C'mon!" he stomped her torso causing a fit of coughs and a pained grunt. "Cry you big baby!"

She covered her face with her hands, refusing to give him such satisfaction.

"You're no fun, you know?" he sighed, removing his foot from he chest just so he could give her a harsh kick in the ribs a few moments later. "Why don't you get lost? Just go somewhere and die!"

"Shut the hell up!"

Eachan didn't even have the chance to turn and look at who had shouted that before a fist collided with the side of his face.

The punch was hard enough that he was sent stumbling backwards, face hitting into the brick building behind him whilst his victim stared in awe at the one responsible from her place on the ground. Eachan then found himself face-to-face with a certain raven-haired boy.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Ragnarok snarled, gripping the front of the short boy's shirt.

"Hey, back off! I was just trying to have some fun! But she's no fun!"

"Fun? You could have freaking killed her!"

"Nuh-uh!" Eachan protested. "She isn't hurt! She didn't even cry!"

"Are you kidding me?! She's bleeding and wheezing and spitting blood! Nobody beats her up this badly except for me! Hear that, retard? If you ever hurt her again I'll bust your skull open and let you see just how much fun that is!" As though emphasizing his point Ragnarok landed a particularly hard blow to his face that most certainly resulted in a broken nose.

Shoving the now crying boy away he let Eachan scamper off, now turning his attention to Crona as she sat up to stare at the sidewalk. Scarlet beads dripped down from the tip of her nose to spatter on the gritty concrete below.

"Dammit," Ragnarok breathed, kneeling beside her, "that loser beat the crap out of you. Why didn't you fight back?"

"I t-tried...I th-think I did a b-bad j-job...i-it's o-okay though."

"Okay? Okay?! Are you out of your freaking mind?! He could have beat you to death and you're saying it's okay?!"

"I d-deserved it...I d-did b-bad...c-caramel g-got me b-back."

"I-" he halted himself to raise a brow as he let those words all sink in. "Carmel? No, you idiot, it's karma. The freak is caramel supposed to do?" he shook his head at her mistake, grinning slightly for a moment. And the grin did only last for a moment as he took in her worsening state. "Anyway, I think you got enough of that when I finished up with you."

"N-no," she shook her head, "I d-deserved th-this...f-for...wh-what I d-did."

"No you don't! You're a pain and what you did was wrong, but...it's not like...I hate you for it...it' s not like...I want you to die."

Crona gasped, coughing in the process, "Y-you...d-don't...don't ha-hate me?"

"Of course not, stupid! You're like the only person I can't hate."

"R-really?"

"Yeah. Really. Believe me I've tried and I just...I just can't, okay?"

"S-so...you st-still c-care...for me?"

"No," he replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes, "I just made that retard stop wailing on you because I hate you." Sighing he put a hand to her face, removed it, and then stared at his palm that was splotched red. "Do you think...your mom will be able to help you out?"

Crona nodded weakly.

"Sh-she has b-before wh-when you b-beat me up an-and m-made my l-lips b-bleed."

"Okay," he stared at her for a moment, unable to help feeling as though she weren't telling him something. He didn't question her though watching as she coughed up a thick wad of bloody saliva. "Then maybe we should get you to her before you bleed to death or something."

"I-I c-can walk m-myself." she stuttered, attempting to get up. She almost succeeded but fell down when she was halfway up. Ragnarok sighed and, none too gently, pulled her to her feet and wrapped one of her arms around his neck so that he could help her walk. She gave a few weak protests that were easily waved off.

"P-please...you d-don't h-have to...do th-this." She sputtered, attempting to pull away. She was too weak to do it though and found that moving too much hurt especially since Ragnarok would punch her in the arm when she tried pushing him away.

"Shut up." he said without the usual emotion, helping her along in spite of how she was dragging her feet. He was far too weary to start arguing with her when she was so battered. "I'm helping you so deal with it."

"O-okay..." Crona squeaked, sniffling a bit, "th-thank you...th-thank you s-so m-much, Ragnarok!"

"What're you crying about now? You're such a baby."

"I kn-know." she sobbed, grinning. "I'm j-just...so...so h-happy that you d-don't...ha-hate me!"

"Ugh, geez, don't start spitting out all this girly, happy, sappy, rainbows and unicorn crap or I'll drop you here and now."

"S-sorry...I d-didn't m-mean to..."

"Yeah, I figured as much." He chuckled, a bit disheartened when she wilted, making him sigh with guilt and wonder why she had to make him feel so twisted up. "Look," Ragnarok said quietly, "I didn't mean it when I said that I'd drop you. I just want you to keep your head down and at least try to act normal until we get to your place."

"I'll tr-try." she promised.

Crona tried to move her feet so that their pace was even and kept her blackening eyes looking down at the sidewalk while they walked so as to not draw any unwanted attention.

Whether people cared, truly cared, or not she didn't know but like Ragnarok she knew that in most likelihood if someone saw her condition they'd stop them and probably call an ambulance or the police, or do something unnecessary such as that.

Thankfully, their walk was relatively quiet aside from Ragnarok's few successful attempts at teasing her. Soon they were at the apartment building, staring up at the tall building, the raven-haired boy loosened his grip on Crona's arm, glancing to her uncertainly as they paused near the front door.

"Do you think you can walk on your own from here?"

Crona nodded, though she wasn't too certain about how true that was.

Ragnarok didn't waste time questioning her, letting her go to open the door and lead her upstairs taking no notice that she was four steps behind him and was gripping the banister as hard as her tiny hands could. Taking one step up was physically exhausting so it was no surprise that it took an entire twenty minutes before she jointed Ragnarok at the top step on the correct floor where she and Medusa lived just a short way down the hall.

"What's wrong with you?" He frowned at her, looking her up and down. "Why're you acting so slow all of a sudden?"

"I-I'm not." she lied, attempting to put on a weak smile. "N-nothing's wr-wrong. I-I'm f-fine. R-really."

He shrugged padding to the right door followed by Crona who was hugging herself, sluggish and giving a quiet squeak of pain with each step. Ragnarok knocked once, twice on the door bouncing on the balls of his feet impatiently.

"Come on," he muttered, knocking again, "come on, come on. We don't have all day." There was no sound inside the apartment and when he tried to turn the doorknob he found it to be locked. Cursing quietly, he gave the door an angry kick.

"Hey, Crona, I don't think she's here. Was she supposed to go some-"

Thud!

"Huh?" he turned to see she her lying facedown on the floor, limp as a rag doll and body shaking in pain. He ran over to her side, rolling her body over he pulled her up, making sure to keep a tight grip on her shoulders as he started shaking her as hard as he could, hoping to make her open her eyes. "Crona! Hey, wake up! You can't pass out on me! Not now, not here! C'mon, wake up!"

"What's going on?"

Turning the raven-haired boy saw that guy, the one Crona had said gave her candy. "None of your business!" he retorted.

The man ignored how this boy snapped at him so rudely while he stood in the doorway of his apartment, staring at them with analytical eyes that appeared, in Ragnarok's opinion, quite strange. There was some emotion the raven-haired child couldn't identify there and his mind warned him to keep this stranger away from Crona.

"Who did this to her?"

"I said this is none of your business!"

"I believe it is. If you let me then I'll help her."

"And what if I don't?"

"I'll call nine-one-one and report an unconscious child in the hallway of this building."

"Bastard." he scoffed. Glancing back to Crona he knew that it was very likely she could be dying...that was the very last thing he wanted to happen. As stupidly sappy as it might sound he...he actually...Ragnarok needed her.

He needed Crona in spite of all her whining and crying, and timid nature because...well...she was important to him...like some sort of valuable possession nobody else had.

She was his friend and only his friend. Maybe...somehow...during their short few years together he'd...well, somehow he had grown fond of her. He had no idea why he felt that way, but there you go. He needed Crona just as much as he felt she needed him, which was a lot considering she was such a weakling.

"Alright," he relented, "fine...help her...don't call anyone just help her. But I'm watching you, you weird pedo!"

The young man gave the boy a look as he lifted the small girl up into his arms. "Where did you learn such foul language?"

"My dad and all the gutter trash he hangs around."

"Ah, I see." he said quietly, leading the way into his apartment. "I'm sorry you were exposed to such things." It smelled funny from incense and had a weird look to it. There wasn't much furniture and what furniture there was appeared to all be pushed back to the far wall.

Ragnarok paused briefly to look around thinking the place was pretty boring. He focused back on the matter at hand when he realized that he'd let that stranger get a little too far ahead of him.

Following, he found that this guy had taken Crona into what appeared to be his bedroom minus a bed and much else aside from a mat on the floor that was made up like a bed, a wooden dresser that looked kinda old, and blue curtains opened on the only window in the room.

The curtains were blown gently by a small, passing breeze whilst the man placed Crona on the mat and started to examine her face.

"Are you sure you aren't a pedophile?"

"Quite sure."

"Then why do you give candy out to kids like she says you do?"

"Don't kids like candy?"

"Duh, yeah."

"Then that's why I do it," he replied, reasonably, "it makes children happy."

"Okay, so let me get this straight...you like making kids happy...but you're not a pedophile?"

"No. I'm just fond of children."

"Oh c'mon! That sounds exactly like something a pedophile would say!"

"Why is it so unbelievable that I like kids and am not such a demon?"

"Because you're a guy!"

"Yes," he agreed, "and I am attracted to women, and I am also very fond of children. I also like cherry blossoms and the art of sword fighting. In spite of what others think that does not make me a homosexual, nor does it make me a samurai. You shouldn't judge someone so harshly when you don't know them. You never know where their true strengths or weaknesses may lay until you fully understand them."

"Yeah right." Ragnarok rolled his eyes.

Nevertheless, he let that bit of advice sink in. He stared at Crona. He'd judged her by a single look and felt he had her pegged. She was a weakling, but then again this guy sounded pretty smart. Had he pegged her all wrong? No, he felt he knew her pretty well. Than again, a part of him argued that maybe he didn't know her as well as he liked to think.

"These wounds..." he muttered, seeming bothered by what he saw, "she got them fighting, didn't she?"

"Yeah. Some jerk from school beat her up."

"Children shouldn't fight like this. It's cruel. It's the way adults tear each other apart in the back alleys."

Ragnarok suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. He already knew this and was beginning to feel impatient with this man, who wasn't telling him anything. The young man saw this as he glanced to the frowning boy. The man's gaze faltered as he gave a soft assurance, "Don't worry, she'll be fine."

There was a deceptive undertone, a sweet lie, which Ragnarok sensed straightaway. "Don't lie to me!" the boy spat. This stranger, this man, was similar to the adults at school. And he hated it! He had a right to know the truth and didn't want it to be sugarcoated even if it was what he wanted to hear.

"Tell me the truth!"

"I don't know," he admitted with a sad frown, "I think she may have a broken rib, perhaps some internal bleeding. If so then she'll need to go to a hospital as soon as possible."

"No...no way! If you do that...do you have any idea what'll happen?!"

"I do." he nodded solemnly. That emotion Ragnarok didn't recognize seemed to grow a little more. "And I'm sorry, but if she isn't treated properly she could die. Don't you hear her breathing?" there was a pause and silence helped prove his point as he went on, "It's starting to become shallow. I'm not one to go against my word but this is too serious. Her life is in danger and I can't just sit by and watch one as young as her die."

Ragnarok glared at him for a moment then turned his gaze down to Crona. She was starting to pale and blood was dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Sweat was dripping down her pallid face and her chest was barely moving. Ragnarok knew this guy was right...he knew she was dying...and he hated it...he hated it so much...

He grasped at the torn knees of his pants, staring down at Crona and feeling guilty for this entire mess. If only he hadn't beat her up...if only he hadn't left her alone...he didn't know what she'd been thinking when she went over to his place...he could guess though. And he supposed that maybe Crona had been on some dumb mission to earn his forgiveness or something stupid like that, probably because she felt guilty over their fight. If she hadn't been looking for him then she wouldn't have ran into Eachan and he wouldn't have beaten the snot out of her and she wouldn't be lying here...dying.

This was his entire fault.

He felt a hand on his shoulder making him flinch. He didn't look up at the man, keeping his gaze down and his teeth firmly clenched together. That's when his face started to feel wet as his vision blurred slightly. His cheeks flushed, as he sat staring at the poor pinkette.

"Don't cry," the man said gently, "I promise everything will be okay."

"I'm not crying you...you..." his mind couldn't process an insult as he rubbed at his face with the back of a hand, surprised to find some moisture there after he was done.

Growling he mentally cursed himself for crying. He'd never done this before...at least...not around other people. His dad was probably the only person to ever see him cry and really who wouldn't cry a teensy bit if they were getting the daylights beat out of them?

This was so...frustrating...embarrassing...perplexing...pathetic...it was just...too much.

How could Crona do this so openly and not feel so many damn emotions? Or did she suffer through the same emotional hell whenever she cried? And then he teased her and probably made her feel all the worse. This fed his guilt, leading his tear ducts to work harder, and making his teeth grind together in frustration as he tried to stop. Seriously, how could Crona deal with this?!

He didn't know, didn't care, as he got up to leave. Entering the main room he heard the man finish making the call on a cell phone, flicking it shut with ease and turning in surprise to see the boy standing there.

"I can't see her like that." he said numbly, restraining all the emotions that were trying to break free. "It's...weird. I mean, she's usually a downer and doesn't smile too often, but...at least...she's...you know?"

The man nodded understandingly.

"She's still a lively child. And it's difficult for you to see her so ill."

"Yeah, I guess so and..uh...you know, I'm actually kinda glad you helped us even if you are a lying jerkface. And...uh..yeah, I guess you're not as much of a pedo as I thought. So...thanks...uh..."

"Mifune. You can call me Mifune."

"Okay. Thanks, Mifune."

"No problem, I'm happy to have helped." He smiled, patting the boy's head.

Ragnarok recoiled from his touch with a growl, pushing his hand away and huffing, "I said thanks! There's no reason for you to get so sentimental. I don't even let Crona be sappy so don't think I'll let some grown-up think they can just because I'm a kid. If you wanna pet anyone then go pet Crona. Someone needs to be nice to her and I can't or else she might die of shock."

Mifune chuckled at that. Resting a reassuring hand to the boy's shoulder he gave a faint smile. "I assure you," he said, "that she'll pull through. If she can live with that mother of hers and smile through her pain then I can only imagine how strong she is. Honestly, that woman shouldn't be allowed to have a child."

"You know her mom?" Ragnarok mumbled, shrugging Mifune's hand off, as he tried to resist the urge he had to hit this guy. "I know you're her neighbor, but you know her?"

The young man nodded.

"How?" he asked, curious as to why a man like him would be acquainted with a woman like Medusa. She was pretty–or he supposed she was, Ragnarok wasn't too sure what made a woman pretty, but his dad seemed to so he went along with his father's perception–but the boy couldn't understand why someone as nice as Mifune would bother with a snake like her.

"That's not a story a boy your age should hear about."

Oookay. Ragnarok tried to imagine them having once been in a relationship. That was just...ewww...messed up. No way that was the story and if it was...EWWW! No amount of therapy could ever make that image okay! Still, at the risk of his mental health, Ragnarok prodded the man to tell him.

"C'mon! How bad can it be?"

"No."

"Pfft. I'm not as dumb as you think." The man didn't budge from his position. "What? You couldn't do what everyone else does and babify it? Listen, if you don't tell me then I'll just annoy you until the ambulance or whatever gets here and then some."

"All right, all right." Sighing he nodded, relenting. He wasn't enthusiastic about saying anything and appeared quite somber as he recalled everything that happened but said spoke differently.

"I guess you could say I've known her for a while. She isn't exactly...a good person...and she has done many terrible things. I thought I'd never see her again after we graduated from school, but..." he shrugged. "I had the misfortune to end up as her neighbor a few years back. She's made sure to keep me away from her child. In fact, I believe she'll probably make out like I harmed your friend in some way if she learns about her being here. And that is all you should know."

"That story sucks!" Ragnarok snapped. "It doesn't tell me anything! Like duh she's a bad person, but what'd she do that was so bad?"

"In my opinion it was terrible. I don't know the views of others considering many people either sided with her or they kept to themselves and said nothing. To be honest, I think she's just wary because I know who your friend's father is and that woman has worked hard to keep that a secret from everyone. I imagine, she hasn't even told her own child about him. And it's what she did to both him and their child collectively that I believe is so bad."

"No," the raven-haired boy said, "she hasn't said anything to Crona. I mean, I just assumed she didn't know who he was. Crona even said that her mom called her an accident."

Mifune shook his head in disgust, "Like I said, she shouldn't be allowed to have a child." Ragnarok was about to ask who Crona's dad was when the sound of sirens stopped him.

"Sounds like it's your time to leave."

He closed his mouth and decided to leave it. Crona was in bad shape and he doubted she cared much about who her father was. Or maybe...it was best for her to not know...maybe Medusa was right to keep that from her.

Stand outside and I'll go get her." Mifune said, ushering him towards the front door. " I told them I found her unconscious outside my door so you'd do best to wait there."

"Yeah, sure." He smiled, nodding, as he left and Mifune went to get Crona.


Awwww! Sweet ending. Well, semi-sweet ending. I was going to make this more than just a flashback chapter, but then figured it'd do everyone some good if I shortened it since it in itself is so long already. I'm not sure how many other chapters I'll do like this.

I kinda like just incorporating flashbacks into a chapter and not just have an entire chapter dedicated to it because I wish to avoid confusing people, which I am worried I'm failing at, but that's just my personal opinion/concerns.

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At any rate, I'll get back to the present next chapter. I know some people probably don't believe these flashbacks are important but they are. Okay? Just trust me on this.

X)

Okay, so thank you for reading and I'll be sure to update first thing tomorrow.

~Sincerely, Fairylust~