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Author's Note: I've never actually played Chrono Cross, but I watch my roommate's friend when he does, so I think I know just enough about the characters. Feel free to point out any mistakes (Harle's accent being one I can't do much about), but please do remember that is a fanfic, and it's bound to have something you didn't expect. This would probably occur after the events of Chrono Cross, but it's not really in continuity with the game.
Summary: Razzly, Harle, and Kid decide Serge must choose one of them, and it's not an easy choice to make.
... are thoughts.
The Contest, Part 1
Serge wasn't surprised when he woke up in a mysterious room with amnesia. He'd spent most of his life waking up in strange places, and even more not knowing who he was. Even now, he wasn't totally sure. But then, I guess it's something the Chrono Trigger has to get used to, eventually.
The room was pretty bare, except for the bed, a dresser, and a chair along the left wall.
Serge got out of bed, not really sure what he was going to do. He remembered traveling through the Hydra Marshes recently, but he wasn't sure why he'd been there.
Suddenly, an almost sickeningly cheery voice broke into his thoughts. "Are you awake yet, Sergey?"
That voice...it's familiar... Serge turned around to see a fairy in the doorway. His memory finally kicked in, and he remembered that her name was Razzly. She, like the rest of his friends, had traveled with him long ago. Unlike the others, she had chosen to stay with him all these years. But then, Serge wasn't sure how many years had passed. It was hard to keep track of anything when you were constantly traveling through time.
Razzly flew up to him and pressed a tiny hand to his forehead. "I see your fever is gone now. That's fairy good!"
Serge nodded slightly, then glanced around the room a second time.
"Oh, that. You probably don't remember, but dwarves in the Hydra Marshes attacked us. You were strong enough to defeat them, but one managed to get a lucky hit that knocked you out. I took care of him, though. Pip helped me carry you here." She peered at him closely. "Are you sure you're feeling better? You were fairy sick before, Sergey."
Serge took a small step back. Lately, Razzly had started to show signs that she was growing up, including a sudden interest in taking their friendship to the next level. However, he had no desire to do so, and constantly had to be on his guard. It wasn't that she was deceptive or anything, but it was unnerving how a fairy's cuteness could quickly become something more...attractive.
"Sergey?" Razzly flew closer again, pressing a hand to his cheek. "You're starting to look pale again. Should I call for the doctor?"
Serge shook his head and gently pulled her hand away, motioning to the door.
"You're ready to go? Well, I guess we should keep moving. But are you sure you're feeling better?"
Serge nodded and started for the door. Before he could get there, Razzly blocked his path.
"Wait, Sergey! There's something you should know before you go out there!"
Serge stopped a little too late and bumped into Razzly. He instinctively reached out to steady her, or to catch her in case she fell.
Unfortunately for him, Razzly was always looking for ways to get closer to Serge, and saw this as a perfect opportunity. She flew into his arms and planted a big kiss on his cheek. "Oh, Sergey!" she murmured, staring into his eyes. "I always knew you cared for me!"
Serge started to pull away, but finally decided to let Razzly have her little moment. Of all his friends, she was the only one that was totally devoted to him, and he valued her friendship above most others. Hurting her feelings just wasn't a good thing in his mind. Still, even he had his limits. He politely tapped her forehead with a finger.
"What? Oh, sorry." Razzly released him and giggled. "Like I was trying to tell you before, maybe you shouldn't go out there. This strange woman in a weird costume just showed up, and she talks funny."
Serge tilted his head slightly. There's only one woman I can think of that fits that description, but why would she be here? With a shrug, he walked out of the room.
"Sergey, no!" Razzly cried, flying after him. "Don't go out there!"
Serge stopped suddenly, and Razzly crashed into him from behind. Again, he steadied her, but let go quickly enough this time. Aside from that, he had a feeling that the woman staring at them wouldn't have liked the idea of some other female all over him.
"Serge, darling," she said with an obvious accent. "So good to see you again. Did you dream of moi like I asked?"
For some reason, Serge turned bright red, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Razzly.
"Serge, do you know this woman?" Razzly asked suspiciously.
"Oui, but we have not been introduced. I am Harle, and you would be?"
"Razzly. What are you doing here?"
Harle smiled. "I came to see Serge. You did the same, I take it?"
"No. I've been traveling with him for years."
Serge wasn't sure, but he thought he detected jealousy in Razzly's voice. This could get ugly. Razzly's almost getting as bad as Kid used to be. Better do something to break it up quickly.
Pip suddenly ran into the room. "Serge, you'll never guess who's outside!"
Something tells me I don't want to know. I'd bet anything that it's-
"Been a while, mate," Kid said as she appeared behind Pip. She nodded to Razzly and glared at Harle. "What's she doing here?"
Before Harle had a chance to answer, Serge grabbed Kid's hand and pulled her outside of the inn. He only hoped that Razzly and Harle wouldn't kill each other in the meantime.
"What's the deal, Serge?" Kid asked once they were outside. "Why'd you drag me out here?"
Serge pointed at her, then to the ground.
"Why am I here? I was on my way to your village when I happened to spot Pip outside the inn. I was hoping he'd still be hanging around you, and it looks like I was right." Kid tilted her head and narrowed her eyes a bit. "You ARE happy to see me again, aren't you?"
Serge nodded vigorously. The last thing he needed was for Kid to get upset. After all, I've still got the scars to prove it.
She smiled a bit and stepped closer. "That's what I thought." Kid wrapped her arms around his neck. "So, why don't you show me just how much you missed me, mate?"
Naturally, Razzly and Harle chose that moment to step outside. The first thing they saw was Kid's face a little too close to his. The next thing they saw was Serge's face, which had suddenly turned a dark shade of red.
"Excuse moi," Harle said loudly, "but what is going on here? Zat is my man you are pressed against!"
"No way, clown!" Razzly flew over and pulled Serge away from Kid. "He's mine!" She hugged his neck protectively.
Pip came out to watch the action. I wonder how Serge will get out of this mess?
"You wanna explain this to me, mate?" Kid asked, starting to get angry again.
Serge managed to slip out of Razzly's grasp. He pointed to the women, traced the outline of a heart, then pointed to himself and shrugged.
"Girls love you and you don't know why." Kid still seemed a bit suspicious. "I guess I can't argue with that. But you're still not out of the fire yet."
Serge took a step back. Something tells me I'm not going to like this.
"We've all joined you on your quest at one time, mate," Kid pointed out, "and each of us seems to have fallen for you. Problem is, you never really chose which one you wanted. Now, you get your chance." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I propose a contest. Each of us will get a date with Serge, and whoever he likes best afterward, he keeps. The other two have to agree to stop coming onto him. How's that sound, girls?"
Serge was about to shake his head, but Razzly quickly said, "I'm in!"
"Include moi as well," Harle added. "Are zere any rules?"
"Yeah," Kid muttered, glaring at her. "We each get to make a rule. No making him do anything he doesn't want to."
Razzly thought for a moment. "No sex!"
Serge turned red again.
"Hmm. Then I must add that all ze dates be no longer zan five hours," Harle said. "Zat is fair?"
"Works for me. And since I came up with this idea, I get to decide who goes first." Kid closed her eyes for a moment. "Okay, Razzly. Tomorrow night, you get the first date. The next will go to Harle, and I'll get the last."
"Yippee!" Razzly squealed with delight.
"But what if Serge cannot choose?" Pip asked. "What if he cannot make up his mind?"
Serge nodded rapidly. This wasn't going to be an easy choice.
"Hmm." Kid tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Then I guess we'll have to do it all over again. But after the dates, we'll give him two days to make his decision. After that, we start over."
Serge swallowed nervously and wiped some sweat from his forehead. Something tells me these next five days are going to more challenging than anything I've ever faced.
Unfortunately, Serge didn't know how right he was...
The End (for now)
If I get some good reviews, I'll keep going. If not, I'll accept that I suck at Chrono Cross fics and move on. :)
Author's Note: I've never actually played Chrono Cross, but I watch my roommate's friend when he does, so I think I know just enough about the characters. Feel free to point out any mistakes (Harle's accent being one I can't do much about), but please do remember that is a fanfic, and it's bound to have something you didn't expect. This would probably occur after the events of Chrono Cross, but it's not really in continuity with the game.
Summary: Razzly, Harle, and Kid decide Serge must choose one of them, and it's not an easy choice to make.
... are thoughts.
The Contest, Part 1
Serge wasn't surprised when he woke up in a mysterious room with amnesia. He'd spent most of his life waking up in strange places, and even more not knowing who he was. Even now, he wasn't totally sure. But then, I guess it's something the Chrono Trigger has to get used to, eventually.
The room was pretty bare, except for the bed, a dresser, and a chair along the left wall.
Serge got out of bed, not really sure what he was going to do. He remembered traveling through the Hydra Marshes recently, but he wasn't sure why he'd been there.
Suddenly, an almost sickeningly cheery voice broke into his thoughts. "Are you awake yet, Sergey?"
That voice...it's familiar... Serge turned around to see a fairy in the doorway. His memory finally kicked in, and he remembered that her name was Razzly. She, like the rest of his friends, had traveled with him long ago. Unlike the others, she had chosen to stay with him all these years. But then, Serge wasn't sure how many years had passed. It was hard to keep track of anything when you were constantly traveling through time.
Razzly flew up to him and pressed a tiny hand to his forehead. "I see your fever is gone now. That's fairy good!"
Serge nodded slightly, then glanced around the room a second time.
"Oh, that. You probably don't remember, but dwarves in the Hydra Marshes attacked us. You were strong enough to defeat them, but one managed to get a lucky hit that knocked you out. I took care of him, though. Pip helped me carry you here." She peered at him closely. "Are you sure you're feeling better? You were fairy sick before, Sergey."
Serge took a small step back. Lately, Razzly had started to show signs that she was growing up, including a sudden interest in taking their friendship to the next level. However, he had no desire to do so, and constantly had to be on his guard. It wasn't that she was deceptive or anything, but it was unnerving how a fairy's cuteness could quickly become something more...attractive.
"Sergey?" Razzly flew closer again, pressing a hand to his cheek. "You're starting to look pale again. Should I call for the doctor?"
Serge shook his head and gently pulled her hand away, motioning to the door.
"You're ready to go? Well, I guess we should keep moving. But are you sure you're feeling better?"
Serge nodded and started for the door. Before he could get there, Razzly blocked his path.
"Wait, Sergey! There's something you should know before you go out there!"
Serge stopped a little too late and bumped into Razzly. He instinctively reached out to steady her, or to catch her in case she fell.
Unfortunately for him, Razzly was always looking for ways to get closer to Serge, and saw this as a perfect opportunity. She flew into his arms and planted a big kiss on his cheek. "Oh, Sergey!" she murmured, staring into his eyes. "I always knew you cared for me!"
Serge started to pull away, but finally decided to let Razzly have her little moment. Of all his friends, she was the only one that was totally devoted to him, and he valued her friendship above most others. Hurting her feelings just wasn't a good thing in his mind. Still, even he had his limits. He politely tapped her forehead with a finger.
"What? Oh, sorry." Razzly released him and giggled. "Like I was trying to tell you before, maybe you shouldn't go out there. This strange woman in a weird costume just showed up, and she talks funny."
Serge tilted his head slightly. There's only one woman I can think of that fits that description, but why would she be here? With a shrug, he walked out of the room.
"Sergey, no!" Razzly cried, flying after him. "Don't go out there!"
Serge stopped suddenly, and Razzly crashed into him from behind. Again, he steadied her, but let go quickly enough this time. Aside from that, he had a feeling that the woman staring at them wouldn't have liked the idea of some other female all over him.
"Serge, darling," she said with an obvious accent. "So good to see you again. Did you dream of moi like I asked?"
For some reason, Serge turned bright red, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Razzly.
"Serge, do you know this woman?" Razzly asked suspiciously.
"Oui, but we have not been introduced. I am Harle, and you would be?"
"Razzly. What are you doing here?"
Harle smiled. "I came to see Serge. You did the same, I take it?"
"No. I've been traveling with him for years."
Serge wasn't sure, but he thought he detected jealousy in Razzly's voice. This could get ugly. Razzly's almost getting as bad as Kid used to be. Better do something to break it up quickly.
Pip suddenly ran into the room. "Serge, you'll never guess who's outside!"
Something tells me I don't want to know. I'd bet anything that it's-
"Been a while, mate," Kid said as she appeared behind Pip. She nodded to Razzly and glared at Harle. "What's she doing here?"
Before Harle had a chance to answer, Serge grabbed Kid's hand and pulled her outside of the inn. He only hoped that Razzly and Harle wouldn't kill each other in the meantime.
"What's the deal, Serge?" Kid asked once they were outside. "Why'd you drag me out here?"
Serge pointed at her, then to the ground.
"Why am I here? I was on my way to your village when I happened to spot Pip outside the inn. I was hoping he'd still be hanging around you, and it looks like I was right." Kid tilted her head and narrowed her eyes a bit. "You ARE happy to see me again, aren't you?"
Serge nodded vigorously. The last thing he needed was for Kid to get upset. After all, I've still got the scars to prove it.
She smiled a bit and stepped closer. "That's what I thought." Kid wrapped her arms around his neck. "So, why don't you show me just how much you missed me, mate?"
Naturally, Razzly and Harle chose that moment to step outside. The first thing they saw was Kid's face a little too close to his. The next thing they saw was Serge's face, which had suddenly turned a dark shade of red.
"Excuse moi," Harle said loudly, "but what is going on here? Zat is my man you are pressed against!"
"No way, clown!" Razzly flew over and pulled Serge away from Kid. "He's mine!" She hugged his neck protectively.
Pip came out to watch the action. I wonder how Serge will get out of this mess?
"You wanna explain this to me, mate?" Kid asked, starting to get angry again.
Serge managed to slip out of Razzly's grasp. He pointed to the women, traced the outline of a heart, then pointed to himself and shrugged.
"Girls love you and you don't know why." Kid still seemed a bit suspicious. "I guess I can't argue with that. But you're still not out of the fire yet."
Serge took a step back. Something tells me I'm not going to like this.
"We've all joined you on your quest at one time, mate," Kid pointed out, "and each of us seems to have fallen for you. Problem is, you never really chose which one you wanted. Now, you get your chance." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I propose a contest. Each of us will get a date with Serge, and whoever he likes best afterward, he keeps. The other two have to agree to stop coming onto him. How's that sound, girls?"
Serge was about to shake his head, but Razzly quickly said, "I'm in!"
"Include moi as well," Harle added. "Are zere any rules?"
"Yeah," Kid muttered, glaring at her. "We each get to make a rule. No making him do anything he doesn't want to."
Razzly thought for a moment. "No sex!"
Serge turned red again.
"Hmm. Then I must add that all ze dates be no longer zan five hours," Harle said. "Zat is fair?"
"Works for me. And since I came up with this idea, I get to decide who goes first." Kid closed her eyes for a moment. "Okay, Razzly. Tomorrow night, you get the first date. The next will go to Harle, and I'll get the last."
"Yippee!" Razzly squealed with delight.
"But what if Serge cannot choose?" Pip asked. "What if he cannot make up his mind?"
Serge nodded rapidly. This wasn't going to be an easy choice.
"Hmm." Kid tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Then I guess we'll have to do it all over again. But after the dates, we'll give him two days to make his decision. After that, we start over."
Serge swallowed nervously and wiped some sweat from his forehead. Something tells me these next five days are going to more challenging than anything I've ever faced.
Unfortunately, Serge didn't know how right he was...
The End (for now)
If I get some good reviews, I'll keep going. If not, I'll accept that I suck at Chrono Cross fics and move on. :)