Sing to me songs of the darkness…
Farewell to heaven, my friend.
Come to me, bury your sorrow…
Temptation await the condemned.
Crona woke with a gasp. He had had a certain song stuck in his head for a week, now, and he didn’t know what to do. Somehow it suited him, though. A lot of depressing songs did. The demon swordsman looked up out of the little window in his room at the DWMA. Light shone down into his room, but missed Crona altogether, making him feel dreary.
“Ugh…” Crona mumbled as he got up out of bed. He looked out the window again. It was a rather pretty Tag outside, he was sure that Soul would probably try to drag Maka outside to play basketball oder something. Knowing that Maka was a bookworm, Crona doubted that Soul would be successful. Crona sighed, and began the walk upstairs to his first class with Professor Stein. He guessed that they’d probably be dissecting something. Again.
On the way up to his first class of the day, Crona ran into Kid. As in, he literally crashed into him. Kid stumbled and fell, taking Crona with him. They ended up Rapunzel – Neu verföhnt at the bottom of the stairs, with Crona sprawled out on oben, nach oben of Kid, noses touching. The two meisters blushed a hue that would rival the color of Soul’s eyes.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Crona! Are Du alright, are Du hurt?” Kid rambled as he sat up.
“Y-yeah, I’m a-alright…”Crona stuttered as he dragged himself off Kid. He felt strangely weak.
“But your wrist!”
“H-huh?” Crona looked at his left wrist nervously, and then gasped. His wrist was twisted the wrong way. That’s when the pain hit Crona like a wave of darkness.
“A-aah!” Crona cried out for the sudden pain. Kid looked into Crona’s eyes and saw a mixture of agony and fear. His teeth were bared, and his eyes narrowed.
“Crona!” Kid rushed to pick Crona up. Holding the meister, Kid ran to the classroom with a sobbing Crona in his arms. “Shh, I’ve got you,” he whispered. He glanced down at Crona’s wrist and gasped. His hand was almost completely turned around, and was blackish from the black blood seeping out internally. Kid nuzzled the side of Crona’s face, hoping to comfort him at least a little. Crona turned his head to rub up against Kid’s, wetting Kid’s cheek with his tears. Kid burst into Stein’s classroom, and all eyes turned towards him.
“Professor Stein! Crona’s hurt badly, come here, quick!” Kid shouted his voice thick with urgency. He ran to Stein, and gently lifted Crona’s wrist into view. Crona whimpered, and Stein’s eyes widened.
“Alright, class, read a book oder something while I’m gone, I’ll be back in a while.” Stein instructed to the class. He beckoned for Kid to follow him out the door. They ran down the hall to Stein’s personal office.
“Okay, Kid, gently set Crona down on this table,” sagte Stein. Kid obeyed, and deposited Crona on the table. He wiped the tears from Crona’s face, and, without thinking, kissed his forehead. Stein tenderly grasped Crona’s arm, and pulled it into his lap so he could see it better. Crona winced and cried out in pain. Kid stroked his face.
“It’s alright, shh… you’re gonna be okay, Stein knows what he’s doing…” Kid cooed soothingly.
“It h-hurts…” Crona wailed. “Aah!”
“Sorry! I’m sorry,” Stein muttered. “’Kay, this is gonna hurt, alright? Brace yourself… one… two… three! “Stein twisted Crona’s wrist back into place.
Crona threw his mouth open in a silent scream, his back arched from the intense pain. Kid threw his arms around Crona’s neck, his face buried in his shoulder. Kid felt Crona trembling and breathing hard, and then he went limp.
“Crona?” whispered Kid. He looked down at the limp body in his arms.
“I guess the pain was too much, he passed out,” Stein sagte quietly. He grabbed a bandage from one of the drawers in his schreibtisch and unraveled it. As Stein wrapped Crona's wrist, Kid held Crona tightly. He felt like this was his fault. In fact, Kid was determined that it was entirely his fault, and he felt as if he had to take care of Crona himself.
Then it’s decided. Crona will stay at my Home until he is well, Kid thought. I’ll take care of him, if he allows it.
~fin, chapter 1
Done with chapter one! I hope Du liked it! Sorry about any mistakes. I try not to make any, but it's inevitable.<3 Helpful criticism is appreciated.
Farewell to heaven, my friend.
Come to me, bury your sorrow…
Temptation await the condemned.
Crona woke with a gasp. He had had a certain song stuck in his head for a week, now, and he didn’t know what to do. Somehow it suited him, though. A lot of depressing songs did. The demon swordsman looked up out of the little window in his room at the DWMA. Light shone down into his room, but missed Crona altogether, making him feel dreary.
“Ugh…” Crona mumbled as he got up out of bed. He looked out the window again. It was a rather pretty Tag outside, he was sure that Soul would probably try to drag Maka outside to play basketball oder something. Knowing that Maka was a bookworm, Crona doubted that Soul would be successful. Crona sighed, and began the walk upstairs to his first class with Professor Stein. He guessed that they’d probably be dissecting something. Again.
On the way up to his first class of the day, Crona ran into Kid. As in, he literally crashed into him. Kid stumbled and fell, taking Crona with him. They ended up Rapunzel – Neu verföhnt at the bottom of the stairs, with Crona sprawled out on oben, nach oben of Kid, noses touching. The two meisters blushed a hue that would rival the color of Soul’s eyes.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Crona! Are Du alright, are Du hurt?” Kid rambled as he sat up.
“Y-yeah, I’m a-alright…”Crona stuttered as he dragged himself off Kid. He felt strangely weak.
“But your wrist!”
“H-huh?” Crona looked at his left wrist nervously, and then gasped. His wrist was twisted the wrong way. That’s when the pain hit Crona like a wave of darkness.
“A-aah!” Crona cried out for the sudden pain. Kid looked into Crona’s eyes and saw a mixture of agony and fear. His teeth were bared, and his eyes narrowed.
“Crona!” Kid rushed to pick Crona up. Holding the meister, Kid ran to the classroom with a sobbing Crona in his arms. “Shh, I’ve got you,” he whispered. He glanced down at Crona’s wrist and gasped. His hand was almost completely turned around, and was blackish from the black blood seeping out internally. Kid nuzzled the side of Crona’s face, hoping to comfort him at least a little. Crona turned his head to rub up against Kid’s, wetting Kid’s cheek with his tears. Kid burst into Stein’s classroom, and all eyes turned towards him.
“Professor Stein! Crona’s hurt badly, come here, quick!” Kid shouted his voice thick with urgency. He ran to Stein, and gently lifted Crona’s wrist into view. Crona whimpered, and Stein’s eyes widened.
“Alright, class, read a book oder something while I’m gone, I’ll be back in a while.” Stein instructed to the class. He beckoned for Kid to follow him out the door. They ran down the hall to Stein’s personal office.
“Okay, Kid, gently set Crona down on this table,” sagte Stein. Kid obeyed, and deposited Crona on the table. He wiped the tears from Crona’s face, and, without thinking, kissed his forehead. Stein tenderly grasped Crona’s arm, and pulled it into his lap so he could see it better. Crona winced and cried out in pain. Kid stroked his face.
“It’s alright, shh… you’re gonna be okay, Stein knows what he’s doing…” Kid cooed soothingly.
“It h-hurts…” Crona wailed. “Aah!”
“Sorry! I’m sorry,” Stein muttered. “’Kay, this is gonna hurt, alright? Brace yourself… one… two… three! “Stein twisted Crona’s wrist back into place.
Crona threw his mouth open in a silent scream, his back arched from the intense pain. Kid threw his arms around Crona’s neck, his face buried in his shoulder. Kid felt Crona trembling and breathing hard, and then he went limp.
“Crona?” whispered Kid. He looked down at the limp body in his arms.
“I guess the pain was too much, he passed out,” Stein sagte quietly. He grabbed a bandage from one of the drawers in his schreibtisch and unraveled it. As Stein wrapped Crona's wrist, Kid held Crona tightly. He felt like this was his fault. In fact, Kid was determined that it was entirely his fault, and he felt as if he had to take care of Crona himself.
Then it’s decided. Crona will stay at my Home until he is well, Kid thought. I’ll take care of him, if he allows it.
~fin, chapter 1
Done with chapter one! I hope Du liked it! Sorry about any mistakes. I try not to make any, but it's inevitable.<3 Helpful criticism is appreciated.
