Hello everyone and welcome to my first Chrono Trigger fanfic! You may have been wondering about the name… Well, PAG stands for the Porre Academy for Girls, and Blueberry Panic is a parody of Strawberry Panic, a yuri anime that I was briefly interested in. I had to conclude, however that while the yuri was cute, the plot seemed to consist of separate episodes strung together like beads on a thread.

I did begin to wonder after some time, "How cool would it be to have a Chrono Trigger anime?" and after a while, my poor convoluted wreck of a mind began to spit out scenes from an old-styled, uniform-style academy where boys and girls were roomed separately and Porre oppressed the once-free youth of Guardia. More importantly, it included Lucca…

Now, that being said, I have some warnings to issue. I am in possession of what many would call an unstable mind. Not to say I'm crazy, I'm just a little…impaired. I have suffered most of my life from depression, anxiety, and psychosis. And quite recently I discovered that I have bisexual feelings that are connected with my psychosis. If I haven't scared you off by now, you may want to check out "Beautiful Hallucinations," another fanfic/documentary that explores this concept and how my relationship with Lucca came about. It's not exactly a prequel, but it might give you some background.

Now that you know this, I have to tell you that this fanfic will heavily feature yuri between my character and Lucca. Don't worry, it's not going to be make-out-every-two-seconds stuff, but it will be there. There will be plenty of plot to move the story along (unlike Strawberry Panic- har har) but DO expect kissing, squeezing, groping, caressing, etc. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

See, my basic theory is, Crono gets Marle, Ayla gets Kino, Robo gets Athropos, Frog is a noble knight and doesn't need or particularly want the burden of romance in his life right now, and Magus is a freaking bastard who is too arrogant and bent on revenge to care about love. (Sorry all you Magus fans. He just happens to be my least favorite character. I will, however, endeavor to give him proper credit in this fanfic. Not gonna bash on him, I swear!) So Lucca gets left out! And that, as all Lucca fans know, is completely and atrociously unfair. I feel she should be able to have whomever she wants, even if that person is a girl.

All that aside: I don't own Chrono Trigger, it's characters, or Toriyama-san's artwork. Now on with the story!

I was walking along briskly, with the breeze in my hair, a tune in my head (Lucca's Theme, to be exact,) and a smile playing on my lips. Work hadn't been half bad today. Not bad at all. And now I had more money to stash away for the next con, where my friend Danni and I were cosplaying as Marle and Lucca. Anime Banzai was going to be spectacular!

As I was contemplating for the millionth time how to style Danni's wig, the wind began to pick up. At first I paid it no mind, merely brushing my hair out of my face and considering hairspray as a option. But then the wind started getting serious, whipping my hair into my face with such force that it stung, and moaning like something alive. Now I was annoyed. I started walking faster in an attempt to get home sooner. But no sooner did I pick up the pace than a thought entered my head, seemingly carried on the current of air itself: The Black Wind howls…

Now, I had psychosis so I was used to strange thoughts and voices entering my head unexpectedly, but somehow this one gave me the chills. Heh, been too obsessed with Chrono Trigger lately, I tried to dismiss it, but almost before that thought was finished the wind whirled in an almighty rush around me, howling madly, and time/space was rent into a gaping black hole right in front of me. Naturally, being the talented, graceful and highly coordinated being that I am, I fell right in.

Blue lightning danced madly around me and for a few nauseating seconds, like going through a corkscrew on a rollercoaster, I honestly had no idea which way was up. I closed my eyes to shut out the sight and clutched wildly at nothing while screaming. At least on the rollercoaster, there were safety restraints to hold on to. Here there was nothing except the…ground…? Yes, ground, if you could call this pulsating mass of blue energy the ground. Gasping for breath and fighting vertigo, I looked up and around to get my bearings.

My perceptions of reality were instantly shattered. Looming in front of me was the hulking mass of Lavos, its' spiked projections seeming to rise forever into the space above me. I screamed at the sight, and in return, Lavos' maw opened and that horrible shrieking roar issued forth. I lurched to my feet, irrationally thinking I could somehow run away from the beast, and as I did so, I glimpsed high above me, suspended in a cage of Lavos' spikes and her own magic, Schala.

I skidded to a stop; the voice was back. Have to free…have to free Schala… Before I could stop myself, I was yelling Schala's name at the top of my voice. I had no idea how I planned to get her out of there, I just knew I had to do it. I stood there screaming her name like an idiot with no response until my voice gave out. Finally, crying with frustration, I knelt back down on the ground, head bowed, and realized that I was the one who needed help.

Schala…Schala…my thoughts pulsated, this time of their own accord. What am I supposed to do? I can't even save myself, let alone you. It's the story of my life, I further ruminated. I battle my own mental illness every day, while all around me my friends fall prey to the same depression. I try my best to help them, but…My own racking sobs ended any coherent thoughts, but the pain went on. My crying echoed around times' eclipse, uninterrupted by the black wind or Lavos' shrieks.

Then…At least you didn't give up, a thought came in return. It is through my own doing that I am trapped as part of the Time Devourer for the rest of eternity. I looked up…and directly into Schala's eyes. She seemed to be awake and coherent inside her cocoon. She continued, This came about because I wished from the depths of my own sadness and despair that everything would be erased. You however, out the depths of your sadness and despair, find the strength to go on living and wish to make things better. I shall grant you that chance once again. She gestured with an arm, and a portal appeared. Go. There may be nothing you can do for me, but you can still try to help your friends.

Schala… I tried to say something to express my gratitude.

Go… my mind…is slipping…away…Her eyes closed and she began to levitate within her cage once again.

Your clone…it'll all work out! I blurted, trying to assure her

Go, now! Or be devoured with the rest! The voice changed, turning malevolent as it mingled with Lavos' roar.

I immediately jumped into the portal this time.