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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Soul_Eater
  Relationship:
      Crona/Death_the_Kid
  Character:
      Crona_(Soul_Eater), Death_the_Kid, Soul_-_Character, Black_Star, Lord
      Death, Liz, Patty, Tsubaki, Maka, Marie
  Additional Tags:
      Blossoming_relationship, Angst_and_Fluff_and_Smut, Humor
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      Published: 2018-02-06 Words: 5034
****** Night Terrors and Waking Dreams ******
by DemonRomantic
Notes
     Again, I have taken so long to write. :P I am LOVING the feed back on
     my works! You guys are leaving such good comments, and so many Kudos!
     Thank you, thank you, thank you!
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Night Terrors and Waking Dreams
By DemonRomantic
He couldn’t remember the dream; what it was about or why he’d woken up from it
screaming. It could have been something to do with his mother, or the fact that
he had once tried to kill his friends. All of those memories seemed like a hazy
dream that made his head hurt the more he tried to remember them; and yet they
were always there, taunting him when he was at his most vulnerable.
Kid’s hands were on his in an instant, holding them as he gripped his own
forearms. Crona didn’t see him, not the way he did when his mind was lucid.
Right now, he was lost to the hell-marsh inside his head, drowning in the heavy
bog of madness.
“Crona… Crona!” Kid shook him lightly, trying to snap him out of it.
Crona didn’t respond, but continued to shake and mumble morose nonsense.
Kid leaned his forehead against Crona’s and looked him in the eye, prying his
hands away from his sleeves and holding them tight.
“Crona…” he whispered.
“K-Kid?” The pink-haired boy asked, his voice quavering.
Kid took him into an embrace and placed his hand on the back of his head. “It’s
all right, it was just another dream.”
A few weeks prior, Crona would have never thought that he and Kid would become
close friends, let alone sweethearts. Marie had more or less adopted Crona, but
was currently away on death scythe business, and it was never a good idea to
leave Crona alone with his thoughts for too long; it made him remember whenever
Medusa would lock him in a dark room as a little child or the time he had spent
in the school’s dungeon. Maka had initially invited Crona over to stay with her
and Soul, but it had been in front of everyone and Kid immediately piped up.
“Don’t be silly, my house has plenty of rooms we could put Crona up in. Who
knows when Miss Marie will be back, it could end up being several weeks. No
offense Maka, but that couch of yours isn’t the most comfortable. Especially
for a lanky figure like Crona’s.” He cast a smile Crona’s way, making him
fidget nervously. He wasn’t comfortable with attention.
Maka visibly twitched with annoyance, but nodded consentingly. “Yeah, maybe
you’re right. It’s up to you Crona.”
The both of them and the others looked to their friend for his decision, making
Crona even more nervous.
“Um… well a bed does sound n-nice…”
“Excellent, we’ll have a bed ready for you when you’re ready to come over.”
“Yay! Slumber Party!” Patty shouted.
“Why don’t we have everyone over? It’s been awhile since we all hung out
outside of school.” Liz chimed in.
Kid nodded. “Sure. Sounds like fun.”
At the Death mansion, the kids all gathered in one of the many living rooms. A
large Television and a collection of gaming systems were arranged in an orderly
display on a massive entertainment system. Snacks were piled high on a long
buffet table. Foosball and Air-Hockey tables were arranged across from pinball
machines and a basketball game, and on the far side of the room were two
bowling lanes.
“Wow! It’s like an arcade in here!” Black Star marveled, then catching sight of
the food, scrambled over to the buffet. “Yahoo!”
“Everyone, help yourselves.” Kid said.
They all ate and played on the different games and game systems, before
changing into their pajamas and settling down on the floor with their sleeping
bags. The lights were suddenly switched off before flashlights illuminated the
faces of Soul, Black Star, and Patty all joined together with wicked grins on
their faces.
“Time for scary stories.” They all drawled in spooky voices.
Liz grabbed hold of Crona and he reflexively clung to her as they both shook in
horror.
“Honestly,” Kid sighed, flipping back on the lights. “You three are going to
give us all heart-attacks one of these days.”
“What’s the matter, too scared to listen with the lights out?” Black Star
mocked, wiggling his fingers with the flashlight still illuminating his
features.
“No, but some of us are.” He glanced over to Liz and Crona, who were both still
white from the startle. “No ghost stories, or else Liz will keep us up all
night with her teeth chattering.”
“You know there are no ghosts in the mansion, Sis.” Patty tried to comfort.
“Actually…” A voice materialized from the doorway, and there stood Lord Death
himself. “There are a few who still roam around the halls at night.”
“AHHH!” Everyone but Kid screeched.
“Dad, you’ve got to stop sneaking up on people like that.”
“Oh, sorry. Telling spooky stories, huh?”
“Lord Death! I bet you’ve got some good ones to share, huh?” Black Star crowed.
“Well…” He came in and sat on the couch before the kids gathered on the floor.
Kid sighed and then came to join them, sitting beside Crona. “I say a few, but
really there’s only one who I can think of residing here. Many centuries ago,
when the mansion was being built, a weapon who was working on the house was
accidentally killed. He was known as Iron Jack, because his weapon form was
that of an iron axe. While in his weapon form, he would cut the lumber that
went into building all of the support beams for the mansion. One day, after he
had just finished cutting down a supply of logs for the house, the cart
carrying them rolled down a hill and crushed him to death. His blood was
spattered upon the lumber, which was still used to build the mansion, and ever
since he has been bound here in endless wandering. Sometimes, late at night,
you can still hear old Iron Jack going to work, with a ‘chop, chop, chop’.”
Liz had fainted, and Patty was busy prodding her cheek. Maka, Soul, Black Star,
and Tsubaki all sat un-phased, while Crona had somehow found Kid’s hand and was
clenching it tightly. Kid frowned down at the hand around his and gave it a
comforting squeeze.
“I think that’s enough of that. We should all probably get to sleep now if we
want to get a full eight hours. Thanks for the story, Dad.”
“Anytime. Nighty-night, everybody.” Lord Death took his leave.
“I’ve never really thought about it before, but it’s kind of weird to be
spending the night at the headmaster’s house, huh Tsubaki?” Black Star said.
“To top it off, his story was actually pretty scary.” Tsubaki consented.
“It’s just one of his old campfire jump scares he used to do. Normally he’d
have somebody waiting to pop out on us and freak us all out, but it looks like
he’s saving that for later.” Kid said.
“Oh great, so we have that to look forward to later, huh?” Crona whimpered.
Maka spoke up from where she laid on the floor, already in her sleeping bag.
“Don’t worry Crona, we’re all right here. If we get scared, at least we’ll all
be in the same room.”
“Maka’s right. Besides, I think he’s had his fun.” Kid assured.
Crona noticed that he was still holding Kid’s hand, but didn’t recoil, because
Kid was still squeezing it.
He nodded once, his face brightening. “Okay.”
Everyone around them were slipping into their sleeping bags and Black Star was
already snoring, while Liz was still unconscious. Kid zipped himself into his
own sleeping bag and laid down.
“Sleep well, Crona.” He said.
“Yeah.”
In his dreams, Crona could hear the ‘chop, chop, chop’ of something striking
wood. A man stood beside a tree whacking away at it with an axe that he had in
place of an arm. The tree began to fall and the man screamed as he was crushed.
Crona saw a pool of blood that started out red, but then turned an inky black.
“Wha-” Crona trembled.
The black blood shifted and formed into a vector arrow, before hurtling itself
into him.
“AAAAHHH!!” Crona jolted awake with a shout.
The others stirred but only Kid woke, since he had been laying the closest to
him.
“Crona? What is it, what’s wrong?”
Crona turned fearful eyes towards Kid, who looked concerned but skeptical.
After taking a grounding breath, he spoke.
“Nothing, just a bad dream.”
Kid sat up and scooted closer to sit beside Crona. “Sounds like it was pretty
bad.”
“I saw Iron Jack… and the black blood… It was just like when Medusa stabbed
me.”
Kid frowned before getting to his feet and extending a hand down to Crona. “Why
don’t we go to the kitchen for a cup of tea. That usually soothes the nerves.”
Crona took his hand and followed him out into the hallway.
“Do you get nightmares often?” Kid asked.
Crona nodded. “I’ve had them ever since I was little. They’re never the same,
exactly, but they usually include my moth-, I mean Medusa. She usually was the
cause of them, but she’s gone now, so I don’t know why I’m still afraid of
her.”
“Fear is a hard thing to overcome. It’s the root of all evil. Everyone has it
inside of them, but everyone also has bravery to overcome it. You were with
Medusa the majority of your life, Crona, it’s no surprise that she would still
plague your subconscious. That doesn’t mean that she can hurt you anymore.”
Crona paused in his walking, and Kid turned to look at him.
“You’re wrong. She’ll always be there, in that dark madness inside of my head.
I can be as brave as I want, but that part of me will never disappear. Not
until I do.”
“I don’t like the way you say that. It makes me think you might try to…”
“Kill myself?”
Kid said nothing.
Crona bowed his head. “I used to wonder what would happen if I were able to. Of
course, with my black blood, I couldn’t. Sometimes I was afraid Medusa would do
it herself when I didn’t do something right for her. I’ve never wanted to die…
not really. I’ve had a hard time dealing with all of the things in my life that
are out of my control, so I’ve shut most of them out, but then Maka broke down
my wall and helped pull me out. That place though… it’s still there.”
Kid came closer to Crona and reached up to place a hand on his shoulder. Crona
looked at him with questioning eyes.
“I want you to remember something for me, Crona. Whenever you start going back
to that dark place… You have people now who care about you, even if you doubt
that. Maka, the others, and me… we’re always going to be there, too.”
Something hot fell down the sides of his face, and he realized that he was
crying. Kid released his shoulder and continued walking down the hall. Crona
paused for only a moment before following after him.
Two weeks passed, and Marie was still on her mission. Kid had questioned his
father frequently as to when she’d be coming back, but Lord Death himself
couldn’t answer that.
“Marie’s mission involves a lot of investigative work. She’s probably still
gathering information to get a lead. Once she’s gathered everything she needs,
she’ll have to put together a case and catch the culprit we’ve been after. Even
if she’s fast, the whole endeavor could take up to a month or so. I wouldn’t
expect her back for quite a while.”
Crona’s face fell at that information.
“Not to worry, Crona. You’re perfectly welcome to stay with us as long as you
like. Unless you want to go home?”
Crona shook his head. “No, I don’t want to be alone.”
Kid put his hand on his shoulder. “Like he said, you can stay as long as you
want.”
Liz and Patty loomed behind them with sinister smirks. “We can take you on
another shopping trip.”
Crona shuddered.
School had let out for the summer, the students having all graduated, even
Crona who had started the year late, but was a fast learner. It turned out that
being created for Medusa’s cruel purposes, made him quite knowledgeable when it
came to the teachings and purpose of the DWMA. Marie had left for her mission
right after the graduation ceremonies.
The kids were all working part-time jobs, except for Kid and Crona, who were
left alone in the afternoons, because Lord Death had business to attend to, and
Liz and Patty were both working at their waitressing job. Crona was
involuntarily appointed to assist Kid on his daily ritual of perusing the manor
for any unsymmetrical abominations, as he put it.
“All seems to be in order here.” Kid said, withdrawing his measuring tape from
the wall. “Now then, next we should check…”
His eyes became intensely wide as he locked onto Crona’s face. Crona grew
nervous and withdrew in alarm.
“What? What is it?”
“Y-your bangs, they…” He rushed forward and took Crona by the shoulders. “They
aren’t symmetrical!”
Crona jumped as he was grabbed, but then relaxed with an expression that said,
‘Are you kidding me?’
“Um… You’re just barely noticing?”
“What! You mean you’ve been going around with your hair like that this whole
time, and it’s never once bothered you!?”
“Not really. Medusa always tried to make me grow my hair out so that I looked
more like a girl. That’s also why I wore robes and why my hair is pink; she
wanted me to be a daughter. I would cut my hair every time it got in my face,
though.”
Kid twitched with unease, gripping his friend’s shoulders even tighter. “I-
I can’t abide this. Please… Crona… Let me fix your hair…”
Crona didn’t really care, but he could see how troubled Kid was by it, even
though his own hair was marked unevenly, so he nodded.
In the kitchen, Crona sat on a stool with a table cloth draped all around his
frame. Kid was unrolling a kit of hairdressing supplies. He took out some
bobby-pins and stuck them into Crona’s hair, pushing it all backward, except
for the offending locks at the sides.
“Now, I’m not going to alter your overall style, but after I’m through, your
hair will fall in beautifully even, symmetrical locks.”
Kid proceeded to trim Crona’s pink tresses. Crona had never had someone do his
hair for him, except when Medusa had forcibly dyed it and then finally made him
take a potion that had permanently tinted it pink. The feeling of Kid’s fingers
gently running through his hair felt nice. He closed his eyes in a relaxed
satisfaction.
“And, there. All done.”
Crona opened his eyes as Kid pulled the bobby-pins out and examined his friend.
“Perfection.” Kid said, satisfied with his work. He then pulled out a mirror
from his supplies and handed it to Crona. “What do you think?”
As promised, Kid hadn’t changed the style of Crona’s hair at all, in fact, if
he hadn’t known of the haircut, he wouldn’t have noticed the subtle change in
length to the sides of his bangs or the back of his hair. It was enough to
satisfy Kid, however, so Crona smiled at him.
“Thank you, that looks much better.”
“Now that all unsightly unsymmetrical things have been dealt with, I think it’s
time we relaxed a little. How do you feel about some game time?”
Crona nodded with a small smile.
The boys played racing games as well as the Air Hockey and basketball game.
Crona kept missing, so Kid wrapped his arms around him from behind and showed
him where he should be holding the ball.
“Look, you want to use your fingertips instead of your palms.”
Kid’s fingers brushed over his, and Crona shivered at the unexpected contact,
but made no move to make Kid let go of him. Crona reflexively turned to look at
Kid as he spoke, and the proximity of their faces made his cheeks heat up.
“U-um…”
Crona was caught completely off guard as Kid’s lips pressed to his in a kiss.
The contact lasted a full breath before it ended abruptly, and Kid pulled his
face away, but kept his arms where they were. Crona’s face was beet red.
“Crona, I wanted to ask you something…”
“O-okay.” Crona thought he would pass-out, his head was spinning so fast.
“Are you happy here? With all of us…”
“I-I do like it here. Why d-do you ask?”
Kid released him then and took a step back. Crona turned to look at him fully,
the basketball still in his hands.
“It just seems like you don’t feel comfortable yet. Not just with staying at
the manor, but with everyone. I understand that people make you nervous, but I
just thought that maybe you would warm up to us the longer you were around
everyone.” His words weren’t harsh, but they carried a disappointment to them.
Crona watched as Kid put his hand up to his hair and scratched his head while
glancing down at the floor. He hadn’t seen it before, but Kid was blushing.
“I want to get to know you better, Crona. You seem like a genuinely good
person.”
Crona turned and put the ball back into the game and came to stand before Kid,
who was still looking away in embarrassment. Crona put a hand out and placed it
on Kid’s shoulder until he looked up at him. His eyes were severely deep blue.
“I’d like to get to know you better, too, Kid.”
Kid’s amber eyes softened. “So, you don’t want to leave?”
Crona shook his head, lowering his arm. “I miss, Marie. At first, I was worried
that she wouldn’t come back. I sometimes feel like people will leave me when
they get tired of me. It’s what Medusa did. I know none of you are like that,
though.”
Kid was newly emboldened, and he grabbed the sides of Crona’s arms, pulling him
closer towards him. “I won’t leave you, Crona. I promise.”
Their lips met again, and this time the kiss was deeper. Kid brought his hands
up to hold Crona’s face, and Crona mirrored his movements. Kid noticed, with
obsessive compulsive ecstasy, the symmetry of their actions, and wrapped his
arms around Crona fully. Crona lost his balance and fell back against the
basketball game, but grabbed hold of Kid, pulling him down with him.
“Mm. Kid, this isn’t very comfortable…” Crona got out around the young grim
reaper’s mouth.
Kid pulled away to glance down at how Crona was sitting against the game, and
smiled apologetically. “Should we go somewhere a little more private, too?”
Crona blushed and nodded.
Kid’s bedroom was cleaner than a hospital lobby. His massive bed took up the
exact center of the room with identical nightstands on either side of it and a
divan at the foot; The blankets were done so that you could have bounced a
quarter off of them. A dresser with a vanity was situated so that it was
directly facing the bed, and twin bookshelves stood at attention with a four-
person couch between them on the far side of the perfectly square room. They
held copies of various titles that had all been arranged alphabetically, then
according to volume and size.
“Wow, your room looks really organized.” Crona said.
“I like to keep my living area as tidy as possible, it makes me feel… at ease.”
Kid was busy rummaging in his dresser as Crona moved to the bookshelves to
peruse the selection. He turned back around as he heard a drawer shut and saw
Kid holding a bottle of clear fluid and what looked like a seasoning packet for
ramen noodles, but then quickly became embarrassed when he realized what it
actually was.
“It’s best we keep this as clean as we can. For both of our sakes, I hope
you’ve never slept with anyone else.”
Crona blushed severely at the casual way Kid said it, as if he were about to
have a doctor check-up.
“Ah! I haven’t slept with anyone in my entire life! Why, have you?!” He didn’t
mean to shout, but he was extremely nervous.
Kid blushed, lowering his gaze to the floor with a grimace of a smile. “Uh, no
actually. I’ve been… saving myself for the right person. For hygienic reasons
as well as virtue. I’ve had the condoms and lube ready now for a few years in
case I ever met someone… can’t be too careful with everything you can catch
from it, after all…”
“You have the demeanor of a badass until it comes to germs and disorder. I take
it I’m not the first you’ve tried to seduce?” Crona said bluntly.
Kid snapped his head up. “No, you are! I got them the day we learned about sex
in school! Hearing about all those horrible diseases you can catch from it? It
was an impulse, you know!?”
Crona put the back of his hand up to his mouth, failing to stifle a giggle that
soon turned into a laugh.
“Huh? What’s so funny?” Kid was beyond red-faced.
The pink-haired boy lowered his hand and looked to Kid with a shy, but adoring
smile. “You’re really cute when you’re nervous.”
Kid had a look of surprise on his face, before he snapped out of it, tossed the
items in his hands to the divan, and came after Crona, sweeping him off his
feet. The taller boy was caught by surprise as he was carried to the bed and
placed over the covers, with Kid taking his place over top of him.
“That smile…” Kid whispered. “Is heaven-sent.”
Crona blushed. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to…”
Kid shook his head. “No, I want to, Crona. If it’s with you, I want to. I know
you aren’t carrying diseases, I’m just an idiot when I think about….” He
cringed, unable to finish.
Crona chuckled, reaching up a hand to tangle into the side of Kid’s
asymmetrical hair. Kid lowered his eyelids into a smoldering look, before
placing his own hand to the side of Crona’s face. They met in the middle as
they reached for one another with their bodies and mouths and became one. Their
kisses were soft, but deep and wanting. Each of them mirrored the other, Kid
out of habit and Crona to seduce. When their hands drifted downward, Crona
looked up at Kid with questioning eyes.
Kid reluctantly pulled himself away to retrieve the lube and condom, while
Crona watched him crawl across the bed; studying the way his muscles moved
eloquently beneath his lose shirt and snug pants. When Kid turned around, he
looked at the condom then at Crona.
“So, how do you want to do it?”
Crona blushed again and averted his eyes. “I don’t think I can… do something
like that, just yet…”
Kid clenched the little packet in his hand and got a determined look, before
unbuttoning his shirt. Crona felt butterflies explode in his stomach, causing a
hurricane with their wing beats. He moved to undo his own clothing with shaking
fingers. Having worn his signature robe that day, he was left completely
exposed after removing the garb, and waited for Kid to finish. The dark-haired
reaper stopped what he was doing as soon as he saw Crona splayed out on his
side, like a work of art, with his legs pressed together and his arms crossed
over his torso in embarrassment.
“Kid? What’s wrong?” He asked, turning his head to look at him.
The Shinigami gulped. “You’re body it’s…”
Crona squeezed his arms and legs self-consciously, turning away again. “I know,
the scars…”
All throughout the boy’s body, there was a tangle of marks, some larger than
others, and more ragged. They were everywhere on his pale, skinny frame. Kid
ran a gentle, yet trembling hand across one of the more snarled looking ones on
Crona’s side, causing him to shudder slightly. Kid’s voice became hard, like
stones about to slide down a mountainside. “Did we… Did I do this to you?”
Crona shook his head, looking up at him. “No, they’re from before Medusa made
me a weapon. She would experiment, until she was sure that I was
indestructible… They’re ugly, aren’t they?” Crona had a detached voice, like
the one he’d often used when battling the very boy above him.
Kid tensed with anger at Medusa and the harm she had caused to her own son,
both mental and physical, but then let it melt into a loving touch as he rested
his hand on Crona. “They aren’t ugly. They’re a part of you, and I think that
you are beautiful.”
A small gasp escaped Crona as Kid smothered him with a worshiping kiss. He
grabbed ahold of Kid’s pants, just over his hipbones, and pulled the shorter
boy towards him. Kid eagerly unzipped the bothersome slacks and shimmied out of
the remainder of his clothes. The condom still in his hand was quickly ripped
open and then Kid proceeded to slide it over his length. He popped open the cap
to the lube, before administering a generous amount to his palm and trying to
rub it over his shaft without sliding the condom off by mistake.
Crona watched as he performed the ministrations, blushing all the while. Kid
used his already slicked-up hand to prep him, prodding and entering slowly with
his finger, causing Crona to squirm. He swirled his digit in a circle, before
attempting to put a second one in.
“Na-ah! Kid, it hurts…” he whimpered.
Kid immediately withdrew his fingers and placed a soothing hand on Crona’s
lower back. “Do you want me to stop?”
Crona shook his head. “No. I can handle it.”
“Even if you say that, I don’t want to hurt you, Crona.”
He looked up at him with a smirk. “This is nothing.”
Kid squeezed Crona’s ass and took hold of his own cock, aiming it for its
intended destination. Pressing into him slowly, Kid let out a moan as did
Crona. The young reaper did not move after entering his lover, but gave Crona
the chance to relax his muscles. He breathed heavily and grunted at the girth
inside of him, but after clearing the tension from his body, he looked up at
Kid with a face that said he was ready for more.
“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” Kid checked.
Crona shook his head, again. “It just feels kind of weird, but it doesn’t hurt
anymore.”
Kid tried to reposition their now connected bodies and gently turned Crona so
that he was laying on his back fully. With his legs spread-eagle and his arms
crooked off to either side, the pink-haired boy made a tantalizing picture. Kid
ran both of his hands up Crona’s long chest and up his arms to where their
hands met and laced fingers with one another. They kissed with their bare
chests pressed together, feeling the escalating heat flow back and forth
between them. All on their own, Kid’s hips began to thrust gently, yet eagerly
into Crona’s, and soon he felt something prodding him in the lower stomach. He
didn’t have to look to know that Crona was enjoying the attention.
An addictive rhythm had them pumping against one another; the tempo rising.
Soon, neither of them could hold back their voices, and they each begged Death
that no one was home to hear them. Crona whimpered with pleasure, while Kid let
out moaning breaths. The taller boy had brought his arms up to Kid’s neck,
while his legs wrapped around his waist. The monochromatic reaper locked his
arms around Crona, holding him tightly against his body, while calling his name
in whispery breaths. All space that had once existed between them was gone.
Every inch of skin was consumed by the others’. When their rhythmic motion
reached a crescendo, the both of them shouted like they had been set ablaze.
The fire was put out as quickly as it had been started, leaving them panting in
an afterglow of ember-like warmth. Kid was too exhausted to notice that he and
Crona were completely disheveled, or that Crona had released all over both of
their abdomens, or maybe for once in his life, he didn’t care as much. He did,
however, reach up to push Crona’s hair out of his face, before planting a kiss
on his forehead.
After that experience, Crona had opted to sleep with Kid after everyone else
had gone to bed. It felt nicer to have someone beside him while he slept.
Another heart-beat, arms to hold him, breathing to echo his own. It was
peaceful. His night terrors became less frequent, even if they still occurred.
When they did, Kid was always there when he woke to comfort him.
“It was just another dream, Crona. I’m here, and I’m not going to let anything
hurt you as long as I’m by your side.”
“It hurts… It hurts…” Crona whimpered quietly.
His mind was somewhere else. Kid felt helpless whenever this happened, because
no matter what he said, the only person who could pull Crona out of his
thoughts was Crona himself. All Kid could do was provide him with a comforting
embrace and soothing words, until he came back down to Earth. Sometimes it took
longer than others, but he always snapped out of it eventually.
“I’m sorry.” Crona whispered.
Kid smiled minutely. “Don’t be. I’m sorry that I can’t help you get rid of
those terrible dreams all together.”
Crona nuzzled into Kid’s shoulder. “You do help. When they’d happen before, I
wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. Having you beside me makes it feel like
nothing else can touch me.”
Kid cupped his hand to Crona’s cheek and kissed him tenderly. “That makes me
feel very strong. Before, I’d never felt completely comfortable in this bed,
but having someone else here makes it more balanced I’d say.”
Crona chuckled before shutting his eyes. Kid wrapped his arms around him before
closing his own.
THE END
End Notes
     So, originally I was gonna end this with Marie coming home, but I
     decided to leave it with Kid and Crona.
     Again, I LOVE getting prompts, they really help my writing juices
     flow, so keep um coming! As always, thank you for reading and I hope
     you enjoyed it. :)
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