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[Action | Mayfield High]

[It's another lovely day at Mayfield High School! Children chatting and laughing, diligently learning and paying attention to the teachers so they can excel in life!

Except for one child. It seems, in one particular classroom, that Crona is completely unwilling to leave the safety of the corner of that room. The drone teacher stands over Crona, scolding and attempting to pull the child up by the arm so that Crona may be returned to a proper seat.]

If you don't get up off of the floor, you're going to be expelled! Now what will your parents think if that happens? Why, golly you won't even be able to make it in the world without an education!

[Crona sits with knees pulled up, bound by the arms wrapped around them. Crona's head is resting against the knees, speaking quietly in response to the drone. Crona seems to be trembling, curled up as small as possible.]

I'm sorry...I...don't know how to handle this. I can't. I want to stay with Mr. Corner. Please don't make me. I'm sorry. It's just too scary.

[Soon, the drone finally gives up, leaving Crona to quake in fear in that corner. Though, between classes, Crona takes the next opportunity to flee the school.]

[Action | The Park]

[Instead of going back to the strange house that seemed to be Crona's assigned home, the darkest and most tucked-away corner of the park will be chosen for the continuation of Crona's moping. Crona didn't much like being outside, or being anywhere nearby the wandering people, but the hiding place was somewhat comforting. Talking to oneself also seems to be comforting, as well.]

I can't...handle this place. I don't know what to doooo...

What would Ragnarok say? "Don't be a baby and find me something to eat." Then he'd hurt me.

...I miss Ragnarok.

[Action | The Church]

[There seems to be one androgynous looking child sitting in one of the pews of the church. Crona has been sitting there for a number of hours, simply staring at the ground. Crona didn't seem to be there for worship, but for another reason.

Indeed...this church reminded Crona of the first time that Maka had been seen by Crona. That meeting didn't end well, but it later turned into the first friendship Crona had ever known.

Still, the child had a reason to repent. Crona had done something horrible before coming to Mayfield. Something, Crona was sure, not even Maka could forgive. So, the child simply sits in that pew, hands folded together on bent knees, and stares at the floor, muttering quietly. Finally, it seemed Crona had found a place nice and quiet where even people passing through didn't seem to bother the fearful child too much. Memories were nice. Crona could cling to memories.]

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I...don't know. I like black, because my blood is black.

The trees make a lot of noise when the wind blows. It's too much noise. Way too much.

Black blood? I don't think I've ever met anyone with black blood before. Or maybe I have, it would be rude of me to bleed dry everyone I met.

[she lets out a small laugh, but it doesn't seem sinister in the slightest]

[Crona looks at a cut that had been put into an arm, as soon as the realization that Ragnarok was not there anymore had hit.]

Well...it used to be black. It's normal now. Like normal blood.

[This fact does freak Crona out to no end. As long as could be remembered Crona's blood had always been black.]

It's not supposed to be red. I don't like that color.

Ah, the curse of Mayfield...

[Her expression turns serious for a moment. Even her own heartbeat was starting to become an annoyance]

If it's any comfort to know, a neighbor of mine recently received their lost ability to fly. Perhaps the town will be kind to you too one day.

I don't like red blood. It spills out everywhere. It gets all over everything.

[Crona's breathing has become a little more frantic.]

I don't like it.

[Yuyuko notices the slow decline in Crona's composure but seems rather confused to their reasoning]

Whether your blood is red or black, it still spills everywhere if you're cut to pieces.

So the answer is not to get cut to pieces!

You seem to be quite afraid of something. When we finally get to go home, perhaps you should come home with me. You wouldn't have to worry about bleeding yourself dry.

[Why is this woman saying those kinds of things? It was confusing. Most of all it was scary. Was she going to try to take Crona away?]

That's...impossible. I wouldn't know how to handle something like that.

It really isn't as bad as most people make it out to be. You never worry about growing old or falling ill, every day you can live as peacefully as you want to.

Doesn't that sound nice?

[Crona really doesn't like the way this sounds. It sounds like the way people try to be convincing about bad things. ...like Medusa would sometimes do.]

No. No no no no no no I don't want to.

[She smiles somewhat sympathetically]

Even if you don't want to it's inevitable for most people. You will be judged and go to heaven or hell, or you can come and live with me.

That is... unless you happen to be immortal.

[What is this lady talking about? It almost sounds like...]

I don't know what you meaaaaan. I don't know what to do with cryptic stuff like that.

Cryptic? Haven't you been listening, dear?

All people, besides those who are immortal have to die someday. Most would be sent to heaven or hell but you may also end up in the netherworld.

Heaven and hell don't hold their own flower viewing though and there are some troublesome people that live there. I think you need somewhere with a relaxing atmosphere so my home would be ideal!

[Immortal...like that wolf guy. He certainly wasn't afraid of anything. He didn't have to be, because he couldn't die.]

How do I...become immortal?

Why would you want to be immortal? The world of the living is certainly a lot more hectic than the world of the dead.

Because I'm...afraid to die.

I don't care about heaven or hell, those aren't real, you know. I'm just afraid to die. Hell is already in your head, anyway...but I'm still afraid of that.

[Seeming to have reached word quota for the day, Crona curls back up into that unresponsive, tight little ball, hiding face in knees.]

[She's about to try and argue that heaven and hell are real but she finally starts to understand that they're probably from a different world. Perhaps one where heaven and hell really don't exist]

There's nothing to be afraid of. In the afterlife there's nothing that can hurt you. There really isn't any safer place you can be.

[Sighs]

But alas, Mayfield truly is a world of the living. No matter how much I try to go home I just wind up back in that bed again...

Ah well, no reason to be so glum. Would something sweet cheer you up? I bought some pastries from the bakery just the other day.

You want to kill me, don't you?

[Crona hasn't moved for a while, and that buried face makes it impossible to see any facial expression.]

Hmm... well I suppose that is a rather frank way of saying it.

You obviously seem quite distressed, I thought you might enjoy somewhere more peaceful.

But I wouldn't do anything against your wishes. If you want to remain in the land of the living then I would never be so heartless as to wish death on you before your time.

I don't want to die. That's scary.

I don't think I could deal with death.

I'm sure you'll be better than you think...

[They were starting to become a little boring. All they were doing was talking in circles and Yuyuko's attention span was trying to drag her somewhere else. She gets up and brushes off her skirt]

Well then, I hope your blood is returned to you.

[She walks off, and for a while it seems like that's the last of her. However, after about half an hour or so she comes back and places a plate with a single pastry filled with apple jam next to Crona. Yuyuko gives a warm smile and finally leaves for good]

[Talking in circles is Crona's specialty. The only way to get anywhere new with Crona is to force it from the child.

Case in point, when Yuyuko returns after that half hour Crona is still sitting into that fetal position against the tree, appearing as if there has been absolutely no movement. When Yuyuko draws close enough to set that plate down, Crona tenses up a bit...but then the woman is gone.

Crona finally sneaks a peek at what she left, and slowly returns to the former position.]

Why are people so nice to me?

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