Chapter Number 2, now this get this ball rolling~
Crona stood still, petrified by fear. Medusa took a step back and inspected Crona. After a while, she spoke.
"Crona, where is everything I told you to bring back?"
Crona flinched upon hearing the sudden query. Not knowing how to explain that she had failed, Crona rubbed her arm nervously and looked down at her shoes.
Medusa snapped her fingers and the pinkette's head shot up in attention. "Never mind, it wasn't very important anyhow. Now go to your room, and clean it."
Without any further instructions, Crona hurried on her way. As she stepped into her bedroom, she found the place had been completely devastated. The bookshelf was barely recognizable under the pile of ashes that was once Crona's pillows and sheets. The chandelier was hanging buy a few wires and the light was flickering.
'I guess this is what all that noise was…'
Crona walked down the hall to the supply closet where the broom was kept. Once she opened the door, she yelped in surprise and found Medusa crammed in the closet. Medusa just stood there hunched over, keeping her snake eyes locked onto the swordsman. As Crona attempted to recover, her mother stepped towards her and placed her finger twixt her daughter's eyes.
"I'm watching you, you rapscallion." Medusa tried focusing on her daughter, but her eyes refused to adjust properly. She dropped her hand lazily, scratching Crona's forehead in the process. She rubbed her forehead and preceded to her bedroom with a broom in hand, and Medusa followed suit. As Crona approached the doorway, Medusa barged in, looking utterly confused.
"Crona! Where the fuck are we?"
Crona winced at her mother's loud tone and replied hesitantly. "W-we're in my room, L-Lady Medusa."
Medusa got on all fours and began crawling around the floor, examining the ashes and broken furniture. After she seemed satisfied, she stood up and cleared her throat.
"Hm, indeed we are…" Then all of a sudden, Medusa leaped in front of Crona, grabbed the front of her dress and smacked her across the face.
Crona just stood there- head cocked to the side, cheek blazing, and fear pulsating throughout her body. She was musing over a few things at that moment.
Why is she acting so strange? She's never acted this… confused before.
Why did she just slap me so suddenly?
Did I do something wrong?
…What the hell is that?
Crona squinted to focus on the small form in the corner of the room. She recognized that shape.
"Oh shit."
Okay, so I lied. I guess all my chapters will be short, but I will update more frequently. Hopefully. There will be sex later on, I promise. That is- if that's what you're all looking forward to.