A/N: This is the sequel to Boys Catholic School. XD I'm so happy about all the reviews I got saying that you guys wanted to read the sequel--so here it is! Thank you so much for your reviews and I do hope you'll enjoy this one just as much! This is the Prologue, Enjoy!

P.S. the part of the summary in quotes was from the poem To a Mouse by Robert Burns.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Chrono/Chrno Crusade, it's rights or royalties or characters or whatever. I DO NOT OWN CHRONO/CHRNO CRUSADE.

PROLOGUE:

"Your small house, too, in ruin!
Its feeble walls the winds are scattering!
And nothing now, to build a new one,
Of coarse grass green!
And bleak December's winds coming,
Both bitter and keen!" –To a Mouse, Robert Burns

(Chrono's POV)

I was steaming. Angry. Angry, mad, irate, displeased; those things didn't even begin to explain the betrayal I felt. I mean, how could she do this to me?! I felt like I would break down. How could she, of all people, how could she do this to me? There was so much anger, and too much pain. My eyes…they felt watery. Stupid.

God, I wanted to laugh, I felt so stupid. Maybe I was blinded by the past. Maybe I had been too blinded by the past to see what was in front of me. I was an idiot. A fool. She may have been evil, but I was the fool who fell for her.

"Chrono," the man looked seriously at him, his scarred face stern, "Chrono, don't trade in something old for something new because it seems better."

I nodded absently.

I laughed now. Maybe I should've listened. Of course I hadn't, stupid kid that I was.

I picked up the manila folder, opened it. I looked again at the incriminating photos of the blond I had adored so greatly. Anger, betrayal, and a number of other feelings flashed through me again. With disgust I threw the revolting photos into the blazing flames before me, into the fireplace.

I stared at the fire a long time as I watched the flames eat away the photos, and the heat ate away my watering eyes. I grew weak. Why did I feel so weak? Why did I feel so…?

I crumpled to the ground before the hearth and screamed as more tears came to my eyes. Why?! God, WHY?! I screamed and I screamed, not caring now just who might hear and complain about me to the manager.

After what felt like a billion years in my own revolting pain, I finally got up.

I got up and I sat before the slowly dying fire. The still-living flames licked away into the darkness, the heat warming my face drying the tears there until I could feel no more tears. I sat there. Absently. Coldly. Waiting.

What would she say when she saw me?

If she would confess, perhaps I could still forgive her?

No, things could never be the same again. I could never…never forgive her. Not her. Not now. Never again.

And the sound of the key scraping against the lock sounded now, in the quiet of the room. I turned from the door, looked at the table where the extra manila folder was. I smiled. Even though I'd thrown the other out, there was still this one. Disgusting.

The door slid open almost silently. Her soft steps as she came in.

"Chrono?" she called.

I turned around, a smile on my face.

"Yeah?"

--END PROLOGUE--

A/N: You guys think you know who it is? /:) I'm so excited to be posting this! XD I hope you all liked it and want more! (Sorry it's so short...n.n;) Oh, and please don't forget: Leave a REVIEW! XD