She slept soundly in his arms after her body relaxed, one hand on his chest, and her head laid on his shoulder, her legs pulled up on his lap.
He fell asleep holding her, breathing evening out as his thoughts cleared from what had happened.
She awoke late that night to a noise and her eyes shot open to see a black cat with one bright red eye. "Gurgle..." She whispered, happy to see the hat even though he'd changed his form to move better.
Crona heard the noise and stirred, blinking back sleep to see the cat staring at him.
"I'm sorry gurgle, I tried to be bold... I'm just too scared..." She told the cat. The cat sat next to her.
"We live in fear, Lucia, that's how we survive. Fear is the best option." It told her in a semi normal tone compared to how it was when it was a hat.
"If you're afraid, you can talk to me," Crona whispered, pulling her in for a hug.
"You're awake..." She said, surprised. She blushed darkly.
"So the little harlot finally tried to free herself of her burden, hm?" The cat said and cackled.
"What do you mean?" he asked confused.
The cat snickered. "You really haven't read her journal have you?" It teased before running to the window and picking up something in i's mouth. When it came back, Lucia's eyes widened. He had brought the journal. Instead of protesting, she simply looked away, ashamed of herself as the cat laid it in front if the boy. "Feel free." It told him, backing away toward Lucia, climbing over her exposed thigh and sitting in between her legs, letting its tail wrap around her thigh as it seemed to smile at him.
He hesitated. He didn't want to invade her privacy yet he was curious. He gave her a questioning look, asking if this was okay.
She didn't answer him, just have a worried look and pet the cats head. She was worried what he would think of her once he read it.
He flipped through the pages, face turning red from what he was reading.
Some if it was adorable, pictures of the sun, pictures of the ocean, things she wanted to experience but was too afraid. Then there were some dark ones, her surrounded by the bodies of her victims, herself in the dark. But then he came across recent pages including him and some of the not-so-innocent dreams she'd been having since she met him.
He put the journal down and looked at the carpet, face crimson as he tried processing what he just read.
She refused to look at him in her shame. The cat snickered beneath Lucia's fingers as she pet him. She was so embarrassed and scared of what he would think.
"Well, that was interesting," he choked out, blushing madly.
She curled her legs to her chest, feeling like she was going to cry as the cat jumped out if her lap and walked toward the boy. "Real interesting huh kid?" He teased and chuckled. "Now you know. Lucia isn't the innocent little girl everyone thinks she is. She is a witch after all. I bet she's older than you think too." It said, looking between the two. Lucia laid her head in between her knees.
"I bet I'm older than you..." She said in a quiet voice, knowing the cat was telling the truth.
"Hey, no crying. It's okay," he said, pulling her into a hug. "How old are you anyways?"
"You first..." She said nervously as she pet the cat sitting beside her.
"Sixteen. You?"
"I'm... Well I'm 18..." She said, fiddling nervously with her fingers and tightening her grip around her knees against her chest.
"That's not too much older than me," he smiled.
"No, but I was right, I'm older than you." She said, looking away. The cat snickered. "Pedophile..." He teased the girl, which only made her feel worse.
He held her, glaring at the cat lightly. He didn't like that how she felt so bad from what the cat was saying. "You aren't a pedophile, it's okay."
"Hey he's right, you actually have to FUCK him before you can be a pedo!" He yelled and laughed at his own joke. Lucia got up and ran out the door, so quickly no one had time to react. She was gone into the night so quickly.
"What is your problem?" he yelled at the cat before chasing after her.
She ran as fast as she could with tears in her eyes down the road, not knowing where she was headed but she managed to come across the beach, close to the water. She found a shack full of fishing stuff and hid in there, curled up in the fetal position where she could cry.
Crona searched all of Death City for her, wanting to find her before she could cause herself any harm. "Lucy? Where are you?" he called.
She was so angry with herself. She was angry and upset and sad... A mix of emotions she knew and some she didn't understand. She reached out and punched the metal shacks wall, but hurt herself in the process. "Ow..." She said as she pulled it back and rubbed it with her other hand. Now she was mad again...
He heard her scream ow and he ran into the shack, finding her curled up in a ball. "Lucy…" he said in a warning tone, not wanting to frighten her.
She looked up at him and instantly tears rolled down her face. Tears of shame, fear, anger, and sadness. Tears of emotions she didn't understand and of feelings she was all too familiar with.
"Shhh it's okay. Ignore Gurgle," he whispered, pulling her into a hug.
"No it's not!" She yelled, pushing him aside like she didn't want to wipe her shame off on him.
"Yes it is because I like you!" he yelled, grabbing her again.
"How can you like me? What is there to like? I'm plain, I'm crazy, and I'm always sad and too scared to do anything..." She said holding herself. "There's nothing to like about me..."
"You are very pretty and I don't care that you are all those things! I'm very attracted to you!" he whispered, stuttering out every word as he held her closer.
She held onto him, crying into his shoulders. "I don't want to be scared anymore! I don't even want to be me!" She cried.
"Shhh it's okay. You will get over your fears and I will help you."
"How...?" She asked, crying harder. She really believed she couldn't change.
"I used to be as afraid as you were. I feared everything and thought I would never get any better. But here I am now, and everything is fine," he whispered.
She relaxed a little, stomach clenching each time she gasped for air through her tears. "I'm going to throw up again..." She said, trying to make her body relax to prevent it.
"It's okay if you do," he murmured, rubbing soothing circles on her back.
She turned and let it out, a mixture of rocks and his black blood pouring from her throat. She coughed and gagged before sitting up, black blood dripping down her chin.
"You okay now?" he whispered, wiping the blood from her face.
She held her stomach. "I also wish that would stop..." She said, leaning against him so she wouldn't pass out.
He kept rubbing soothing circles on her back as he lifted her up, carrying her back to his place so he could take care of her.
When they returned the cat was gone. Lucia sulked, not speaking as he carried her. Despite what he told her, she still felt... Pathetic.
He took her to his bedroom and lied her down gently. "I'll be right back," he whispered, covering her with the blankets before going to get a wash cloth for her.
She curled up in the blankets, covering up to her eyes. She waited for him to come back, not sure if he even would. She couldn't blame him if he didn't...
He tiptoed back into the room, wash cloth wet to clean her face. "Lucy?" he asked, trying to see if she was still awake.
Her eyes turned to him but she refused to speak.
He started cleaning her face. "I do mean it you know. It is okay."
She refused to answer. After he cleaned her face she hid in the blanket again, hiding her face.
"Hey, don't hide from me," he whispered, pulling the blanket off her head to look at her.
She looked at him as he uncovered her face. She had a permanent frown and refused to speak.
He sighed. "Listen. It's natural to be afraid of things. But you will get better. It just takes time. Like I said, I used to be as afraid as you are."
She sniffled and uncovered her face. "... Did you throw up a lot...? Did you cry? Did you eat people...? Body, blood, and soul?" She asked him.
"There were many nights I cried myself to sleep. And I was almost a Kishin, if that answers your question," he whispered, rubbing her arm.
"Kishin..." She repeated, thinking about it but in her mind she pictured a forceful, dominant version of Crona, almost scary and dark but... In an intriguing way and it made her blush darky and she hid her face in the blankets. "Maybe I shouldn't be near you!" She said from under the blankets. She felt she'd be a bad influence.
"You're fine, I promise," he whispered, pulling the blankets off of her. "That was the past, that's not who I am now."
She relaxed a little, slightly disappointed the fantasy in her head wouldn't come true but feeling better at the same time that he wasn't a kishin. She knew little about kishin, but what she did know wasn't good.
"Is it okay if I lie with you?" he asked. He felt like he needed to be there to comfort her.
"I- uh... I guess" she said nervously, scooting to make room for him. "So uhm... Can you... Tell me a little about you...?" She asked, trying to change the subject.
"Sure," he whispered, pulling her close. "My mother was the witch Medusa. She did experiments on me when I was a young child. She infused me with the demon sword Ragnarok, which is why I have black blood. Her goal was to use me to collect the souls of the living in order to transform Ragnarok and me into a kishin."
"He seems to take a big part in your life..." She said, thinking about it. "Tell me a little about Ragnarok... Like what can he do?"
"He can harden my blood, keeping me from sustaining major injuries. He also has the ability to make me fly. He is an extension of me and my soul."
"How wonderful it must be to fly... To have such freedom as an extension of your soul..." She whispered, looking down. "Is it like... Wings..?"
"Somewhat," he smiled. "He creates wings from the blood. Sometime I will take you flying."
"I would love to go flying" she said, smiling slightly at him. "Black wings... Wings of blood... Sounds like death. Like the grim reaper... Something dark but necessary... I've always had a thing for the thought of a reaper..." She said, blushing.
He laughed for a moment then his thoughts soured. If she had a thing for reapers, then she should probably get with Kid, not him. Wait, where did that come from? She wasn't with him at all, yet why did he suddenly get so protective of her?
She curled up with her head and hands to his chest and closed his eyes. "You smell so sweet..." She said as she breathed him in, then her look soured and she frowned. "... I'm not used to sweet. I'm used to foul smelling souls... Tainted with the blood and bodies of innocent and foul alike..."
"Well, isn't sweet a good change though?" he asked, glad to have his mind occupied from his wandering thoughts.
"Sweet is very good. Refreshing. Means I can trust your soul..." She said, tracing a heart shape over where his heart would be with her finger. "And your heart."
He blushed and looked down at her. "W-well that's good," he stuttered out. The feeling of her fingers tracing his skin drove him wild, but there was nothing he could do about it right now.
She laid her palm against the heart she traced and looked up at him. "Uh-uhm... Could I... Have some more of your blood...?" She asked in a nervous whisper, sounding like a child asking an upset parent for a cookie.
"S-sure," he whispered. He hoped he could keep his hands to himself while she did this. He didn't want to push her too far again.
"It's like candy too, you know. Your blood. It's warm and comforting..." She said as she pulled herself to his neck, touching her nose to his skin. "Smells so sweet..." She whispered as she brought her lips to his flesh. She started to shake with anticipation, her lips and tongue dancing against his flesh before biting into it. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, closing her eyes as the ebony candy slid down her throat, warming her otherwise freezing body.
A loud moan escaped his lips as his hands moved of their own accord, pulling her flush with him. He needed to feel her closer but didn't want to press his luck.
Her eyes opened a bit as he moaned, then closed again, continuing to drink. She copied his moans lightly, letting her hands travel up his back.
Slight shivers ran up his spine from her fingers tracing it. "Lucy," he groaned, pulling her closer.
When she was done, she let go and wiped her mouth with her bare hand. Her eyes pinpoint, she let her bloodied hand wander to his bare chest, wiping the blood on his skin. The sight triggered many memories and feelings, several she didn't understand but it made her gasp and stare at her own little blood painting. "Th-this... Feeling... I..." She couldn't finish her thought before pushing him on his back and licking the blood from his chest and abdomen, breathing heavily, squeals and moans escaping her throat. She was losing herself...
His eyes rolled back in his head as her tongue traced patterns on his chest. He was too caught up in the euphoria of the feeding to see that she was losing herself slowly.
Her fingers gripped the sheets tightly as she licked the blood from his chest, his moans filling her up with feelings she couldn't understand. She wanted so many things that contradicted themselves, she couldn't understand any of it. Her breathing was becoming so quick she was going to hyperventilate if she didn't stop soon. She paused and gritted her teeth, letting out an animalistic growl as she tried to stop herself.
His fingers gripped her hips tighter, pulling her closer. He would be damned if he let her stop now when he was so worked up.
He was... Enjoying this... She realized. He actually wanted her to torture him like this... He got some kind of kick out of it. She could tell by the way his organ stood and twitched beneath her. He wanted more... More of her... She couldn't understand this concept but... She couldn't deny him either. She couldn't. She stared at it for a moment before continuing to lick his abdomen, sliding his boxers down over his hips. She wasn't sure what to do, but she had a basic idea considering the way her body reacted to his. She had to do it this time... She refused to leave him like this again... She placed a shaking hand against his exposed organ, watching his face for a reaction carefully. She was so nervous she couldn't stop shaking, but she needed this too... This pent up feeling she felt like this would release for her.
His head shot up at the feeling of her hand on his member, his eyes seeking hers out. He wanted to let her know that she didn't have to do this if she didn't feel comfortable. Just as he opened his mouth to tell her to stop, her hand started moving, effectively cutting off all words as he moaned loudly.
He was moaning... That was good right? It meant he felt good right? She tried to keep her thoughts at bay as to not make her stop while she was ahead. She kept stroking the organ slowly, gently, but firmly enough so he could get pleasure from her tiny hand. Her own area started to warm and tingle, making her breath catch in her throat. She wasn't sure how much longer she could keep this up, but she had to try. She couldn't help herself, she let her hand drift down her own stomach and placed it on her mound to try and quiet the tingling, making her moan out loud and tighten her stomach. Why did that feel so good...? She couldn't understand.
He saw her hand go to her heat and he couldn't have that. He needed to give back to her. He brushed her hand away, his fingers teasing her as she continued stroking him.
She squealed out a surprised moan and started thrusting against his fingers, trying to focus on continuing to pleasure him but it was difficult. This was a feeling she was not use to. Her confidence was fading, but she didn't want him to stop. Her face flushed red as she moaned, leaning so her breasts touched his flesh unintentionally.
He groaned. This needed to stop so he wouldn't take it any farther, but that was easier said than done. What she was doing felt so good—he didn't want it to stop.
She couldn't help it, she had to stop pleasuring him... She climbed up and straddled him, letting his fingers continue to stroke her delicate mound as she moaned loudly. She held onto him tightly. "D-don't stop... It hurts when you stop, please... Keep going..." She begged him in a desperate voice, thrusting against his fingers and letting her head drop back in pleasure. The intensity of her need almost mimicked pain if he paused, she needed him badly. How could she put a stop to something she wanted so much more of...? She let her head rest on his shoulder, moaning and breathing loudly in his ear and holding so tightly like she'd drift away if she let go.
"L-Lucy," he groaned in her ear as his fingers continued toying with her. "I-if I don't stop now, I won't be able to keep myself from doing more. I-I want you to actually want this. I don't want to force you into anything you aren't ready for."
"B-but you can't stop! It'll hurt if you stop!" She cried out, moaning louder and more desperately. "I-I need this!" She yelled, gripping onto him tightly, her rose hair falling in a mess over her face. She couldn't stop herself, she needed more... She reached down, hesitantly and moved her panties so he was actually touching her flesh. This made her cry out in pleasure and thrust harder against his hand, clinging to him desperately.
Without thinking, his fingers slipped deep into her heat, both of them moaning out in pleasure. There was no way he could hold back now. He pulled her in for a kiss as he rolled them over, him on top of her as his fingers continued teasing her.
She was nervous but didn't want it to stop. "Pl-please..." She begged as she moaned louder and louder. She wanted him, she needed him, as she refused to allow herself to stop him now.
His other hand roamed her body, caressing her chest as he carefully lifted the garments from her body. He wanted to pleasure her, and he felt that he was doing a good job based on the moans she was making. He was just afraid of that damn hat-cat coming in and ruining what was going on.
She pulled away a little, using her arms to cover her now almost completely exposed body, turning a dark red but she couldn't stop moaning or riding against his hand.
He began kissing down her body, stopping to admire her breasts. He took one in his mouth, suckling lightly.
She let out a squeal and held her arms up defensively. She hated being exposed, this was embarrassing, but she had to admit it felt really good. She hid the other breast with one hand and set the other on his head as she looked away, ashamed if her own body-even though she was in decent shape for being so small and not eating much.
"No need to be embarrassed," he murmured against her breast. "You are beautiful," he whispered. His mouth continued kissing and suckling at her exposed flesh, his hand still toying with her. He ignored the ache in him, he couldn't stop pleasuring her or do anything about his issue for he feared that she would hate him after.
She buried her face in his hair, wrapping the one arm around to him his head as she moaned, still hiding her other breast with her hand. She felt more and more exposed and embarrassed. She started to let her thighs drift together, still riding his fingers. "I-I feel... It... It's... It's coming... Something..." She had troubles putting her thoughts together but she knew she was close to climax, just not understanding the concept.
He nodded against her, kissing over to her other breast and nudging her hand out of the way. He was very inexperienced at this, but he was going off of instinct. His kisses became rougher as well as his fingers pumping into her increased in speed and force. He wanted her to enjoy this, he needed her to come undone for him.
She let out a loud moan threw back her head, letting her arms wrapped around his shoulders and riding against his hand. It was so intense, this feeling... It was growing stronger and stronger, driving her crazy. Her whole body started shaking as she hunched over him, the feeling at max intensity, and threw herself back as she climaxed, letting out a loud yelling moan of utter ecstasy she'd never experienced before. Her nectar seeped from her mound, coating his fingers as she came, hiding onto his shoulders and letting her body relax in his arms.
He released her breast from his mouth as he kissed back up to her mouth, pulling his fingers out of her reluctantly. "So beautiful," he whispered in her ear between kisses.
She blushed darkly. "S-stop saying that..." She said breathlessly as she relaxed down into a sitting position. "I-I'm not... Beautiful" she let her body slunk down to the floor, laying down and bringing her knees to her chest, embarrassed of herself and blushing brighter as she noticed how hard his organ had gotten. "Does it... Hurt..?"
"I will not stop speaking the truth," he murmured, sitting next to her. "Not hurt. More like slightly uncomfortable. But it's nothing that I can't manage," he reassured her with a smile.
"I... I can't let you deal with it... I mean, when you paused with me, it kind of hurt... I can't imagine what it must feel like..."
He just pulled her close. "Really Lucy, it's okay. You don't have to do a thing. It will eventually go away."
She felt ashamed of herself being too scared to help him. "No I... I can't I mean..." She tried to word it out but she couldn't seem to. She refused to look him in the eye due to her own shame.
"Lucy look at me," he whispered, lifting her chin to face him. "You are fine. You don't have to do anything you aren't ready for, and it will go away on its own. No need to be ashamed."
She gripped her head and groaned. "I can't! I can't just... Ignore it, it isn't fair..." She said, her breathing starting to get heavy. Her pupils started to shrink again as she backed away but only a little, she couldn't leave him alone like this but she felt she didn't deserve to be treated so sweetly.
He pulled her close to him again and kissed her forehead. "I swear that it's okay."
"If you... If you won't let me help, I... I might have to make you." She said, looking up at him with a serious look. "And I will." She was obviously nervous but she was very firm in her decision which was new for her.
He gulped and chuckled lightly. "You really don't have to."
"Crona..." She cooed, concerned. She thought for a moment. She thought back to what they had done. He got excited when he touched and saw her private parts... She blushed but she got up and went to the bathroom, hoping he'd follow her.
He watched her leave and he was concerned. He hoped that he didn't make her upset. He trailed after her, hesitating as she entered the bathroom. "Lucy?"
When he entered, she had pulled off her clothes and was leaning over the bathtub with her back end pointed out toward him. "I'll make you..."
A bright blush crossed his face. "Wha-what are you doing?"
She spread her legs a little, revealing her still wet mound. "Trying to help you..." She said nervously, looking to the floor.
He felt his face get hotter and a small amount of blood drip from his nose.
She looked back at him with a blank stare, waiting, hoping he'd make a decision soon before she got too nervous. She wiggled her butt a little at him. "You know I'd let you."
He walked forward and cupped her cheek. "I know you would, but I want you to be completely ready for this. I don't want you making this decision just because you want to help relieve me of my issue."
She backed up and brushed her butt against his organ, still keeping eye contact. "You sure? Cuz I'm already here, vulnerable, ready..." She said, still no real emotion on her face.
He kissed her tenderly. "I can tell you aren't ready yet. I don't want to do this until you really want to. I don't want to take advantage of you."
She turned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing close to him and locking lips with him in a passionate, meaningful kiss, closing her eyes and moaning a little.
He was taken aback but returned the kiss with equal passion, holding her close.
She don't let go of him for quite some time, kissing him, changing the position of her lips on his until she was satisfied. She looked at him from mere inches away, looking directly into his eyes.
He was breathless as she pulled away. "Wha-what was that for?" he asked, panting.
"Had to give you something. Besides, I have to find a way to show you how I feel..." She said, blushing and looking away. "Was it not okay...? Was that a bad thing?" She became nervous quickly. "Was it wrong? Do I need to be punished? I can go sleep in the closet!" she said, her words so fast he could barely understand.
As soon as her words registered in his head, he pulled her close and held her. "You are fine. I just wasn't expecting it. I did enjoy it though. I-I would like to do that again," he admitted with a blush.
She let out a small giggle before looking at him with a bit of passion. "Then why don't you? Not everything should have to be my choice, right?" She asked with a smile.
"I think I just might," he smiled as he leaned in to kiss her passionately, lifting her up and carrying her to his room.
She held onto him, moaning into the kiss as he carried her, trying to keep her nerves down, but she was doing a good job this time around. She felt like maybe she could handle the world as long as he was with her.
He pulled away from the kiss and looked her in the eye. "You are so beautiful. I want to show you every day for the rest of my life that you are. Be mine?" he asked nervously.
Her face flushed dark red. No one had ever asked her something like that before... And his words were so sweet. Her lips opened but all that came out was stutters, trying to comprehend what she was asked. "I-I- wha- well..." Finally she paused and took a deep breath, then smiled. "Y-yes... Yes I will..." She said with a smile.
He just smiled and held her close, kissing all over her face. He was elated that she agreed to be his. He yawned and pulled her close. "I'm so happy," he grinned, kissing her sweetly. "I think we should try to get some sleep soon."
She nodded and curled up on the bed close to him, not wanting to be too far for fear of him leaving her alone without her knowing. She closed her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder. "Sounds good..."
"Goodnight Lucy," he whispered, pulling her close and kissing her forehead before falling asleep.