Post by sinnerchrono on May 28, 2009 22:10:01 GMT 10
OK. Since the original bunny has abandoned me I will post the two versions of this that I have already written. They are unfinished so forgive the 'ending in a strange place' feeling.
WARNING: HERE LIES A.U.
This continues from the manga set just after the massive Sinners Vs. everyone else battle, but the last of the manga (from that bit) didn't happen that way.
Let me know what you think. Constructive critisism welcome. Flames however will be used to toast my marshmallows.
Oh and I DO NOT OWN Chrono Crusade. If I did, Chrono would never leave my house (read bedroom).
Enjoy.
Title: Nothing's Changed.
He’d seen them briefly after the jalopy had limped into the car park. They had waved to each other and quickly gone their separate ways. He would have had to be blind not to notice the limp as Chrono walked towards the workshop where he stayed or the fact that he was covered in blood.
*Probably his own, if I know him.* Remington thought. The devil was always putting himself between danger and others. It was one of the things the Father had to admit that he admired.
He had followed Rosette to see if he could get some information on how the mission had gone, but all she would say is “We won. It lost. Sleepy now. Good night Father” and closed the door in his face. So now he was standing outside the door to Chrono’s room, wondering if he should knock. Then deciding that if the devil had wanted privacy the door would be shut instead of slightly ajar. He pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room was arranged so that the door was on the upper side of the rectangle with a wardrobe across from it. Positioned on the opposite wall and further down was a single bed and on the same wall as the door, across from the bed, was a full-length mirror. Chrono was currently standing in front of this mirror facing the bed and wearing only the long black pants that seemed to be part and parcel of his adult form, head turned away from Father Remington as he tried to look at his back in the mirror. Remington could see that he was trying to apply some sort of salve to a large gash in the middle of his back. But due to his other hand being bandaged from elbow to fingertips, he was unable to reach the wound at the proper angle to apply the salve. After watching with some amusement for a few moments, Father Remington decided to take pity on him and help. He marched smartly up behind the devil, grabbed the jar of salve from his hand and, scooping up a liberal amount, applied it to the wound. It was only with Chrono’s indrawn hiss and visible flinch that the Father belatedly realised that the salve must have been an antiseptic of some sort.
“Ouch. Thanx, but ouch.” The devil muttered. “That stuff isn’t just designed to look pretty and smell nice you know.” The tone was one not so much of anger as more of annoyance. Possibly of the fact that he’d needed help in the first place.
“What is this stuff anyway?” Remington asked, examining the jar for some clue.
“General antiseptic, mostly, with some anti-venin mixed in. That one’s particularly good against scorpion venom.”
“Scorpion venom? Why would you need something against that? I though you’d be immune to normal venoms.”
“Normal venom, sure, but the Summoner we fought had demonic scorpions as pets. Annoying little critters. Got done by the head female.” He gestured at his back.
Remington knew that in nature females were usually bigger and nastier than males. Judging by the size of the wound, he definitely didn’t want to meet that scorpion. He decided to change the subject and lighted on something he’d seen earlier.
“I noticed Rosette wasn’t wearing the seal.” He had decided that while he still had some of the salve on his fingers he might as well apply it to the numerous other cuts and scrapes that adorned Chrono’s back.
Chrono pulled something out of a pocket and showed it to Remington. It was a silver fob-watch, the Magdelaine Order crest etched into the front.
“New Contract.” He said simply.
“New Contract?” The Father asked.
“That’s right. Same idea as the old one, but this time energy I draw on is converted into Time for Rosette. We hope that it will counteract the effect of the previous contract. Give her enough Time to live a normal life.” His eyes had taken on a faraway look. He shook his head and looked back at Father Remington.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t the Contractor, kind of, give the orders in this kind of situation?”
Chrono laughed and then winced as other wounds reminded him of their presence.
“As if Rosette would obey me. No, no. Nothings changed, she’s still giving orders.
WARNING: HERE LIES A.U.
This continues from the manga set just after the massive Sinners Vs. everyone else battle, but the last of the manga (from that bit) didn't happen that way.
Let me know what you think. Constructive critisism welcome. Flames however will be used to toast my marshmallows.
Oh and I DO NOT OWN Chrono Crusade. If I did, Chrono would never leave my house (read bedroom).
Enjoy.
Title: Nothing's Changed.
He’d seen them briefly after the jalopy had limped into the car park. They had waved to each other and quickly gone their separate ways. He would have had to be blind not to notice the limp as Chrono walked towards the workshop where he stayed or the fact that he was covered in blood.
*Probably his own, if I know him.* Remington thought. The devil was always putting himself between danger and others. It was one of the things the Father had to admit that he admired.
He had followed Rosette to see if he could get some information on how the mission had gone, but all she would say is “We won. It lost. Sleepy now. Good night Father” and closed the door in his face. So now he was standing outside the door to Chrono’s room, wondering if he should knock. Then deciding that if the devil had wanted privacy the door would be shut instead of slightly ajar. He pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room was arranged so that the door was on the upper side of the rectangle with a wardrobe across from it. Positioned on the opposite wall and further down was a single bed and on the same wall as the door, across from the bed, was a full-length mirror. Chrono was currently standing in front of this mirror facing the bed and wearing only the long black pants that seemed to be part and parcel of his adult form, head turned away from Father Remington as he tried to look at his back in the mirror. Remington could see that he was trying to apply some sort of salve to a large gash in the middle of his back. But due to his other hand being bandaged from elbow to fingertips, he was unable to reach the wound at the proper angle to apply the salve. After watching with some amusement for a few moments, Father Remington decided to take pity on him and help. He marched smartly up behind the devil, grabbed the jar of salve from his hand and, scooping up a liberal amount, applied it to the wound. It was only with Chrono’s indrawn hiss and visible flinch that the Father belatedly realised that the salve must have been an antiseptic of some sort.
“Ouch. Thanx, but ouch.” The devil muttered. “That stuff isn’t just designed to look pretty and smell nice you know.” The tone was one not so much of anger as more of annoyance. Possibly of the fact that he’d needed help in the first place.
“What is this stuff anyway?” Remington asked, examining the jar for some clue.
“General antiseptic, mostly, with some anti-venin mixed in. That one’s particularly good against scorpion venom.”
“Scorpion venom? Why would you need something against that? I though you’d be immune to normal venoms.”
“Normal venom, sure, but the Summoner we fought had demonic scorpions as pets. Annoying little critters. Got done by the head female.” He gestured at his back.
Remington knew that in nature females were usually bigger and nastier than males. Judging by the size of the wound, he definitely didn’t want to meet that scorpion. He decided to change the subject and lighted on something he’d seen earlier.
“I noticed Rosette wasn’t wearing the seal.” He had decided that while he still had some of the salve on his fingers he might as well apply it to the numerous other cuts and scrapes that adorned Chrono’s back.
Chrono pulled something out of a pocket and showed it to Remington. It was a silver fob-watch, the Magdelaine Order crest etched into the front.
“New Contract.” He said simply.
“New Contract?” The Father asked.
“That’s right. Same idea as the old one, but this time energy I draw on is converted into Time for Rosette. We hope that it will counteract the effect of the previous contract. Give her enough Time to live a normal life.” His eyes had taken on a faraway look. He shook his head and looked back at Father Remington.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t the Contractor, kind of, give the orders in this kind of situation?”
Chrono laughed and then winced as other wounds reminded him of their presence.
“As if Rosette would obey me. No, no. Nothings changed, she’s still giving orders.
