Hey! look who decided to update! I'm genuinely sorry for the wait... It was really funny, while I was writing the part in this where Chrona heres a door creak open the wind blew open my bedroom door. What a weird coincidence. I don't own Sou Eater blah blah blah...

I didn't consider the fact that taking Chrona out of their room would mean taking them into my quarters. Maybe I acted too impulsively, but it seems to have paid off. I know if they were a girl this would be totally out of the question, but as they aren't I think the current arrangement should work out alright. Tomorrow I'll need to exchange my current bed for a bunk, getting another bed would throw off the symmetry of this place.

It's a bit creepy, Chrona isn't sleeping right now. Every time I roll over to face them those I eyes meet mine for a second but look away swiftly. I tried to just sleep on the floor, but Chrona followed me so I moved up to the bed and they followed me back. They're like an abandoned kitten you find on a rainy day, they practically insist on sticking with you. Not that I mind.

It took all full two hours for them to start to dose off. After I was sure they were asleep I was almost about to fall into slumber. A skinny arm wrapped around my waist. I froze; I had no idea how to react to this situation. For some reason all I could think about was how cold it must have been in Chrona's room, and how long ago the last time Chrona had received any form of love must have been. I can't imagine a caring mother would abandon a child, nor can I understand what Chrona's life may have been like before now. But even if I don't know about the things Chrona has gone through before now I can still try to protect them from thing like that in the future.

I seem to have unconsciously wrapped my arms around Chrona. Hopefully they won't freak out if we're like this when we wake up… But I guess its okay. If Chrona sleeps soundly this is fine by me.

Chrona's POV

I felt so warm, warmer than I'd ever remembered when I woke. I didn't open my eyes, for fear bare air upon them might suck the heat from my body. An emotion swept through me that I had no name for; an emotion I had never before experienced. I searched my mind, desperate for a word to describe this feeling. But it was all in vain, my vocabulary of word to describe feeling only consisted of pain, terror, anguish, despair, and inadequacy. My emotional range had been no wider than my vocabulary until last night.

I don't understand what happened last night. I don't know why or how I let myself to be held by Kid, nor do I know why he even bothered to comfort me. I can't even fathom how I even manage to talk to Kid. But one thing has been made certain; I might be able to change. I might be able to become worthy of the air I breath. And maybe, just maybe, I'll even be able to learn how to talk to people in time.

My grumbling stomach reminded me how long it's been since I've eaten. Kid is nowhere to be found, but I find a note from him in the precise middle of his kitchen counter.

Chrona,

I've gone to class; I trust you can find yourself food here. Just make sure you put everything back in its place.

Death the Kid

Nervously, I took a box of cereal out of one of the cupboards. I was careful not to knock anything as I took a bowl out of another cupboard. I couldn't find a spoon, so I just ate the cereal using my fingers, being ultra careful not to spill. After I had cleaned my bowl and put to rest of the cereal away I cleaned the place I had eaten off with a sponge for good measure.

What did I used to do all day? It's all a blur, like I was lost in a fog until Kid moved onto this floor. Maybe my days and nights were so similar back then that nothing kept them in my memory. Everything was silent except for me. Of course the occasional unfortunate person would move on and off of the floor, but that was just another piece of my own personal hell. It makes me wonder, was it okay to leave that hell?

Here I still, in the kitchen area of Kid's perfect room. I am out of place. My place in the world is alone in a dark, closed off space, or at least it always has been. Nothing has happened to make that change, so why am I here?

I feel myself start to shake. I shouldn't be here. I am a patch of dirt in the otherwise spotless kitchen. I should go back to my room, where I can fit in as part of the gloom. But that would involve going through the hall way, and I don't know how to deal with that place. I can't stop shaking; as a result I fall from my chair. Now the chair is like me, broken.

I need to find somewhere small and dark, where I can feel at ease. The cupboards in the kitchen are too full to fit me, so I find a closet to curl up in. It's only then that I notice tears staining my face. I like the closet it protects me from the world I can't deal with. Maybe Kid will let me live in here…

I must have fallen asleep because the creak of a door opening awakens me. I inhale sharply and sit stone still. If only I could disappear this very moment…

"Chrona?"

It's Kid. He must be back from his classes. What will he say when he see the mess I've made in the kitchen? Will he think to look for me in this closet? I don't want to know. I don't think I can deal with the answer.

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