Chapter two: Deceptive Orphan

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A/n: Second chapter, woo-hoo! I think this will be the first fanfiction I ever complete (that I can be proud of). I really enjoy writing it. If we get beyond 7 chapters, it will be the most chapters I have ever written! We’ll see how this plays out, shall we? Truth be told, most of what’s going on is very improper for the time century behavior-wise, but these aren’t normal circumstances, are they?

Also, when in speech the reason why it’s her instead of hir is because that’s based on what the character speaking believes/assumes about Crona. Female is usually assumed because of the clothes.

My sincerest thanks to kissMe imDying for the first and very lovely review to this work. I was simply elated by it. As well, I’d like to thank Veroxion, KAC-N, KuriSari, 0BlAcK0RaVe0, CrazyAnime3, andChabeli05for their input.

WARNING: This fanfiction contains serious and perhaps offensive elements concerning gender and sexuality.

Disclaimer: The owner of Soul Eater is Atsushi Ōkubo. Clandestine belongs to me, Sakumie Tenshi. I gain nothing material by writing this and do it solely for fun.

Beta reader: Veroxion

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It didn’t take long before it was apparent their guest had left. Finding that hir cloak had remained untouched from where it’d been placed in plain sight on a nearby chair, suspicion grew inside Kid that she’d been taken. The ‘who’ and ‘why’ befuddled him. In fact, much about this stranger intrigued as well as confused him. Tempted to look for hir, he immediately called upon Sid, one of his father’s close associates, when the older man was spotted about to leave the residence.

“Pardon me, but have you seen a girl with oddly colored hair tonight?”

“Sorry, but I have seen only a few handmaidens this late.”

“Never mind, then… Thank you for your time.” There was honest disappointment in his voice; not so much caused by concern for Crona’s well-being, but more by unrequited interest. He hadn’t the chance to ask about hir odd hair color (or have it properly cut) or anything more before she’d disappeared. He nodded curtly to his elder in respect before departing down a lengthy hall where a handmaiden killed the lantern lights. Passing by this woman on the way to his room, he ordered that if she or anyone else spotted a person with abnormal hair to inform him. Afterwards he continued to his bedchamber; he sat there for quite a while in contemplation rather than sleep.