Anime/Manga: Chrno/Chrono Crusade
Author: Yvi-sama
Titel: Twin Theory
Summary: 1939, the world is at war, but not just humans against humans, also demons and devils know to use the confusion for their own fights. But what happens when a certain Sinner reappears on one side of the events, and a mysterious scientist at the on the other side... maybe even at J. Christoper's doorstep?
Rating: In the moment.. K or K+, but I´m gonna rate it T but it could get higher waaaaaaaay later in the story
Pairing: CxR, JxA
Genre: A little romance, some hurt/comfort, actrion,... I don't know, some of everything I guess
Start: Thursday 23. of August 2007, Middle European Time
Disclaimer:
No, I neither own the Manga "Chrno Crusade" nor do I own the Anime "Chrono Crusade" (otherwise I wouldn´t write this fanfic, I would draw it and then publish it!! and make lots of money!!) (ehm... no I don't get a single cent for this.. T.T not even charity...)
A/N:
Ok, I hope you´ll like this little something and I also wanted to ask all of you not to be to strict about little grammar or spelling errors, because English is not more than a school subject, but I just love this language and that is the main reason for this ff being in English.
This fanfic uses facts from both, the Anime and the Manga (but don´t worry, if you don't know both, I´ll explain it in the chapters (or the A/N))Prolog
He felt... nothing... and he didn't care. Everything seemed so surreal, like a dream... a nightmare he wished to escape more than anything. But deep down he knew that he wasn't able to and never would be... because this nightmare was his life... his reality...
The sun was about to set, but the figure next to the new grave still wasn't moving. Lost in his pain and despair, his anger and grief... his love. A love no one would be able to comprehend, no one could ever replace... the love not even compatible to a mother's, a lover's or a sibling's.. the love to a twin...
He didn't know how long ago he had woken up, surrounded by notes and paintings in a house he just couldn't recognize. Everything was strange... bright as if he saw for the first time and indeed - unknown to himself - he saw clearly for the first time in almost half a decade.He tried to remember how he ended up in such an unknown surrounding, not remembering to have drawn the pictures around him... without the red color pen in his hand he wouldn't even have believed he made the single dot on the white paper sheet himself. Red... the color of fire.. no, more like warm wine... eyes.
"What am I thinking? No one has eyes of that color!" he thought, frightened of the sound, so clear and loud, in his own head. He didn't have time to keep thinking about how the present of his very own thoughts was able to be so... unfamiliar. Because in all his confusion his mind was finally able to recognize something. A voice. He knew he had heard it before, the name and appearance of it's owner was like hidden behind an milky mist, so close but as far off reach as the moon.
"I knew you would say that." the voice was quiet, so the boy tiptoed to the open door that lead into the hallway. "Thank you for telling me, Sister Kate." the familiar voice died down.
A pause followed and was replaced by footsteps so full of sadness. They echoed through the death silence of the house as if the owner carried a way to heavy burden on his shoulders.
"Joshua... !" was all the man was able to say as all of the air suddenly escaped his lungs, at the time that midnight blue met with water blue.
"Joshua... Joshua..." the word haunted through his head like a ghost. It was said by many voices young, old, male, female in very different ways... but one voice was the one he knew meant warmth and comfort.
"Rosette." his voice cut the silence like a knife. When he found himself watched with confusion he tried again."Were is my sister?"
A shy hand on his shoulder brought him back to the here and now... the graveyard... her grave and he was throw hart to the rock bottom of reality. He saw into the eyes of the girl behind him, not really seeing... more feeling the fresh tears in her ruby orbs, the sadness of her heart.
For a moment he thought she wanted him to go, to come with her in a room crowded with people he didn't know but who all knew him and the one he had lost.
But instead of words he was confronted with a warm blanket that now replaced the girls hand on his shoulder. She didn't talk at all, she was just there beside him, starring at the tombstone that had burned itself into his eyes.
"Rosette Christopher 1908 - 1925"
Ok, I know this was really short and depressive, but it is only the prologue, so please be kind.
A/N: Yes, I know that the tombstone in the anime reads "1912-1924", but I took the first year from the manga and changed the second so it fits in my story (why? you´ll know later on . )
If you find spelling or grammar errors, please let me know in your review!
I would like... at least 2 reviews before I update the next chapter (more are always welcome ;-) )
baba Yvi