Disclaimer: I only wished I owned Chrono Crusade.

Author's Notes:

This was pretty hard to write. Not grammer-wise, or anything like that. Emotional wise. My first Chrono Crusade fan-fiction, and I am absolutely angry about the ending. This is what I think should have happened, and I'm planning to have more than 10 chapters of this. I need to see if people are even interesting in reading it, though.

I had to go with "Chrono" instead of "Chrno" for this one. It's hard for me to type Chrno, so I'll be sticking with the seemlingly easier one.

This first chapter is horribly short, so please stick with it. xD

Welp, enjoy and review!

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No other words had been exchanged, for none needed to be. Only the silent ticking of the pocket watch weighed down on the atmosphere. They both sat, embathed by the sinking sun. An idea rose across her, both filling her with content and sadness. She turned to look at the devil she had made the contract with; the devil for the last six months of her life she had spent with. Just him. So much they'd been compacted through among the years. The contract, the Magdalene Order, their friends, her brother, Aion. It seemed to all happen so fast; she forgot to count the days. She kept herself from falling into the brink of tears, regaining her breath as she caught short. Aion. Without Aion, there wouldn't have been a contract to be made. She wouldn't have to risk her soul to fuel her contractor for the sake of her brother. Her brother who was slowly slipping from her grasp. The devil's head turned slightly. As much as he might have not wanted to, he'd managed to pick up her small shortness of breath. His pointy ears drooped. His gaze softened as much as he could possibly get it to, a bit of lingering sorrow dotting them.

Before he can ask questions or even get to say anything, she immediately stepped in.

"Chrono." She simply murmured. The devil's shoulders sank at the blankness in her eyes. It carved him inside out, making him as so speechless to the point where he couldn't give a small 'hmm?'. "I've been thinking." She continued. Chrono placed a hand on hers, almost as if to urge her on. At that, her world stopped. A pause enveloped them.

Her conscience pulled her back and forth between her decision. She almost wanted to shrug it off and tell him to never mind it. Out of all the things she's held back from saying to him, this was probably one of the most important things to be said. He'd probably insist for her to continue, anyway.

"Thinking about what?" Chrono finally asked, afraid he'd nearly lost her then. She was hesitant again, drowning in her own pool of words. He picked up her hand and placed it on his lap as he pushed himself a bit closer to her, just to hear.

"I want to undo the contract!" she bursted. Chrono sat in his surprise. He felt a tension on his pant leg. It was her hand, desperately clenching the red cloth. Her body trembled. She pressed herself against him, letting go of the cloth she'd been clutching so tight, her hand was completely bland of its color. A gaping tornado ripped into his side. He managed to sight her tears before she had buried her face in his shoulder. He hung loosely as he stared down at the wood-planked floor. He grasped her in return, the grip gradually tightening. His brows furrowed. His jaws clamped shut, his teeth grinding against one another, almost to the point where he wanted them to bleed.

"You… can't do that, Rosette." He fit between his clenched teeth.

"I made the contract, and I can undo it with the cost of my life, right?"

He didn't want to admit it, but she had been right about that.

"Then it's my choice whether or not I want to throw my life away. I can't just take you with me, that'd just be selfish." Chrono couldn't help but to smile at her thoughtfulness, yet his smile held no real meaning behind it.

She reached for the watch, turning it over to gaze at the clock hands counting down her life.

"Don't, Rosette. We'll go together. And I'm happy with that." He softly pushed. He didn't want to cause an already seemingly larger panic. That's the last thing they needed right now.

"Chrono." She sighed faintly as she gathered herself. "Thank you. For everything." Chrono shook his head.

"You're everything for me to be thankful for." He'd finished.

She squeezed her contractor, gripping the pocket watch tightly. Rosette braced herself as she opened the watch, the release shining over her. Pitch black darkness surrounded her, engulfing each hint of life. A scream for her name was the last thing she'd heard. It echoed throughout the empty cavern. She went into disbelief of herself. So, she'd really done it? She somehow found the strength to open it one last time. Why was it that this was the first time she'd seen black as the color of despair?

Everything opened back again, swiping her into a confusing vortex. The sun was at her back, brushing against her softly. She sat on the floor boards, on the planks of the patio. Through the blurriness of her vision, she found herself looking at something she'd thought only to be in a dream. Before her was a young girl with blond hair that sparkled orange in the sunset in the arms of a devil with the most blood-filled eyes she had ever seen.

"Rosette?" The devil questioned. Her crystal blue eyes widened. Her words caught in her throat as she tried to call out, choking her back. The figure in his arms didn't budge. He shook the body slightly; a most depressing chuckle escaped him. "Quit playing around, okay?"

She couldn't bare what she was seeing.

"Rosette? Rosette Christopher!" he managed a bit more firmly, starting to tremble.

"I'm right here, Chrono." The girl said hopelessly. He didn't move. She quickly became enraged, standing abruptly.

"Dammit, Chrono, can you hear!?" His body quaked. His head sunk into Rosette's—well, her—shoulder. She tugged at her hair, grunting. She tried to swat him with her hand, but she passed right through him. It only made her insides churn when she hit the shoulder of her own body. Chrono glanced up, revealing his own tears. He blinked as he waited for another movement. Her jaw dropped. She would never forgive herself if she had given him some moment of hope she was still with him. Technically, she was with him. He obviously didn't hear or even know she was standing right there. She glanced down at herself, lifting a single pale hand. She was able to ever so slightly glance through it.

Great. She was transparent. This day couldn't get any more wonderful than it already was.

"Rosette?" Chrono pressed. It didn't come to as a surprise that he sighed after no response. He seemed to take it roughly. She turned away, unable to see her entire world before her fall apart. She couldn't help but to notice the gloom as the sun disappeared behind the outlook of the horizon. Chrono hadn't moved once. He was too overcome with shock and despair to even care about moving. And like that he stood for some hours later. He somehow managed to slip into an uneasy sleep right on his lifeless contractor's shoulder.

When Rosette attempted to close her eyes and drift off, she felt an emptiness that didn't allow her to rest. Whatever she was now, that's probably how it was going to be from now on. It pained her enough that she saw what she had seen and had to stay already. Why was she still here? She possibly couldn't have done anything to please anyone to stay and see how everyone else around her lives while she is an invisible, hallow spirit "thing" striving for nothing. For all she knew, this was going to cause problems. She was ready to leave it all behind, yet it still invited her back. She sighed deeply as she glanced back at the lonesome devil. Regret gnawed at her stomach. Maybe if she had let them die together, this wouldn't have happened. Just maybe she had returned to fix this. Yet, she doubted that. She wasn't able to make contact with her partner, so how was she to fix anything? She was a single spec of dust in the wind, of completely nothing.

Rosette was forced to sit throughout the entire night, unable to put herself at peace. Chrono constantly shuffled. It seemed like a whole week went by, yet it had only been overnight. She tried countless times to reach out and stroke the devil's back. Each time she attempted, he had flinched. Stuck into confusion, she stopped herself to assure he wasn't uncomfortable with that. The silence carved her into talking aloud to nothing. As if Chrono would hear her, she spoke in a whisper. She experimented with her own body, poking her cheek and playing with her hair. How was it that she was able to make contact with her body without passing through it, and not Chrono's?

When night had finally died away, and the sun started to climb up behind the small house, Rosette found herself venturing the yard. She peeked over at Chrono every once and a while. She sighed as he remained immobile. Continuously, he'd been stroking her hair.

The erythematic beat of car engines began to near just a few hours after the sun had found itself in the morning sky. Soon, the automobiles made their entrance and aligned the front yard, nearly hitting her. She frantically avoided passing through them. She figured out it wasn't very comfortable, things flying through you. Only then, did Chrono's eyes follow the world in front of him. As the doors shot open, he gave a half-hearted smile. Maybe closer to a quarter-hearted smile. Azmaria was the first to rush forward. She nearly fell flat on her face going up the single step of the patio. Chrono's smile faded as the girl glanced over Rosette. Behind her, Sister Anna, Mary, and Claire followed. Rosette stared blankly over everybody. Azmaria gasped as Rosette's body didn't move. Weary glances were exchanged. The devil just studied the floor. Rosette had to turn away. She couldn't stand seeing others around her like this. Turning didn't help much at all. She could hear their crying from where she was standing.

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