Arachne walked to her familiar room, the big purple doors with jeweled spiders on the handles remained closed. She stood outside the door for a minute hesitating, she didn't know what Asura would do when she entered. As she opened the doors she was greeted with something she wasn't expecting. Emptiness. Asura wasn't in sight and she began to panic.
"A-asura? Where are you, dear?" she asked cautiously poking her head around the room. She closed the doors behind her and thought she saw movement in the darkness. She creeped further to the center of the room trying not to let her heels click. In the corner she finally spotted a curled up figure rocking back in forth with its head tucked into his knees. Without thinking she ran over to him thinking he might be hurt.
"What's wrong, what are you doing in the corner? Are you hurt, do you need help standing?" she frantically asked as she crouched down to look him over to make sure he wasn't hurt. Before the woman had time to react Asura grabbed her and yanked her towards him also turning her around to face away from him, and into his arms.
"Eeek!" she screamed lightly for a moment before realizing he wasn't trying to attack her. She sat in his arms facing away from him and looked up and the man holding her.
"Stay..." he said quietly and rather matter of fact. He gently turned her head back down and rested his chin on her soft hair. After a few moments she relaxed and just stared into the dark walls around her and then to the newly installed machine above her bed. It was large and golden but looked obnoxious in her bedroom. It was a moral manipulation machine. It kept Asura calmer and at the same time advanced his power to spread madness. Snapping her out of her thoughts Asura flinched like he was nodding off. She then realized they were in the corner of her room on the floor and instantly wanted to move, her room was clean but they were still on the floor when there is a perfectly good bed 10 feet away.
"Dear," Asura flinched again when she spoke, "why don't we move to the bed so you can rest. I promise I won't leave your side." she said softly. He was quiet for a moment and then slowly released her waist but held onto her hand. He let the beautiful witch guide him along and she sat on the bed expecting him to sit or lay next to her on the other side. But even that was too far away for Asura to feel safe, so he flopped face down on the bed and rested his head down in her lap and put his arms around her waist again. Arachne jumped with surprise and looked down at the resting kishin. She didn't expect this and a small blush flushed her pale cheeks. I really tamed a kishin... she thought to herself. She thought back to when the other witches turned against her 800 years ago... she went to witches mass like normal and she was ambushed. All of her fellow witches wanted her dead and as soon as possible. Her witch's church had turned against her... the gods had turned against her. From that day she swore to find a god that would never leave her, never forsake her like the others. And now she'd done it, she had a god of madness resting in her arms. A sweet smile of victory came across her porcelain face. Not knowing what to do next or where to put her arms, she slowly just stroked Asura's soft black and white hair. After a while he fell asleep and she was getting tired herself. Slowly, she leaned back to lay down and softly fell asleep. Arachne was the happiest she'd been in centuries.
Meanwhile at the academy, Crona had run away from his mother and the school. He had nowhere else to go though. Nothing awaited the frail, 15 year old, pink haired demon child. His mother, Lady Medusa, had despised him for not becoming a kishin. He remembered what his mother said to Dr. Stein, "What do you do with something you don't want anymore? You throw it away." She really had thrown him away like trash that only took up space. Crona walked along the desert with Ragnerok yelling and complaining the whole time. Quiet tears streamed down his face like when a tree falls in the forest. He began thinking of Maka and how she said she had enough of his problems and crying, he thought back to their first mission together. That was when Crona had helped defeat the golem, and that's when it hit him. "If you want, you can have my love Crona." he remembered what Arachne said before he tried to attack her. Technically she was his only remaining relative as far as he knew. She was his aunt but he never knew her growing up. All he knew was Medusa and Ragnerok who both abused and hated him. Suddenly Crona felt guilty, Arachne invited him to join her family and accept her love and he tried to stab her in return...
"R-ragnerok, do you remember Miss Arachne? What do you think about her?" he asked nervously to his demon partner.
"You mean the sexy goth lady who slapped you? THAT WAS PRICELESS CRONA. YOU LOST TO A LADY WITH A FAN AS HER WEAPON!" Ragnerok began laughing hysterically at the memory.
"But... what did you think of her." he continued, "she's my aunt, do you think she'd forgive me and take us in?" Crona inquired with scared eyes.
"How should I know idiot? Probably not but we don't exactly have any other choice, now do we stupid?" he replied sarcastically as he smacked the back of Crona's head.
"So we should?-"
"YES STUPID! JUST GO FIND THE LADY DAMMIT, WHAT'S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN, WE'LL DIE ANYWAY IF WE DON'T!" Ragnerok screamed cutting Crona's clarification off. Crona nodded and used his soul sensing power to find Arachne. Her soul was similar to Medusa's since they were sisters and he was her nephew so it was easier for him than it would anyone else. Once the boy found her general location he began his journey to find his aunt Arachne.
Back at the castle.
"Lady Arachne's been in there a while..." Mosquito said to Giriko as they sat in the large quiet dining hall. "What if she's in trouble again with the kishin?" He started to worry.
"Sister is fine... probably." Giriko replied as he set his beer down on the table. "But we should probably check on her... just to make sure..." he said trying to not look concerned in front of Mosquito. The two men got up and started to walk to her room. Mosquito transformed from his small old man form to his tall elegant butler self. When they got to her door they both paused before Giriko said, "knock."
"Why don't you do it? You're supposed to be the strong one, I'm just a weak old man." he mocked.
"Fine!" Giriko yelled before cautiously approaching the door. He knocked a few times and stepped back. "Uh why isn't she answering?" Giriko asked.
"My lady are you alright?" Mosquito called but there was still no answer. They both looked at each other with panicked faces before Mosquito slowly opened the door. Inside the room they saw Arachne sleeping soundly on her bed with Asura in her arms asleep as well. Mosquito and Giriko smiled at each other before quietly closing the door.
"That's cute." Giriko said almost whispering. Mosquito nodded and they began to walk back to the dining hall. Before they could, a servant ran up to them in a hurry.
"Master Mosquito, Master Giriko! Someone is here for Lady Arachne! They said she's their aunt?" the servant explained with slight confusion.
"Pinky?" asked Giriko remembering when Arachne first awoke there was a kid Arachne said was her sister's child. Mosquito looked on in confusion.
"Uh, yes sir the kid has pink hair? Should I let them in or...?" the servant replied.
"Uh... whatcha think old man? Sis is tired as hell and busy with that nut case Asura." Giriko looked to Mosquito who was thinking about it.
"Let them in but do not take your eyes off of her for a moment. Keep her in a locked room." Mosquito said to the servant.
"Uh sir I think its a he?" the servant said.
"No way, pinky was wearing a dress and has pink hair for crying out loud." Giriko said. But the servant shook her head.
"Um I'm not sure... I'll just let them in and get them a room... we'll find out eventually." the servant ran back down to where they came from. Giriko and Mosquito went to do their own tasks and investigations.
Now another new guest had joined Arachnephobia. Welcome Crona. :)
