MT: Damn, I should get going and write chapters for the stories I haven't updated in ages, but I sooo need to write this…

Summary: She's alone. She doesn't know where she is, or who she is. People run away from her in fear, and she does not know why. She just knows she is blonde, has azure eyes… and then she has wings and horns.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chrno Crusade or the characters. They all belong to Daisuke Moriyama

Pairings:

Warning: OOC'ness, nudity

Chapter 1: You are Rosette Christopher.

She walked in a slow pace through the streets, her high heels clicking each time they hit the paving stones. The moon was barely seen on the night sky as the clouds were covering it and the rain poured down. The last couple of days hadn't been easy for her.

She did not know who she was, where she was or what exactly she was. She could only remember the last couple of days she had lived. Her eyes had opened in a huge room with rows of benches, an altar and a cross. She had felt the presence of someone in her arms; she had even seen a person in her arms… And this person had crumbled. Disappeared. And she felt she had had a great loss in her heart, like this person had been important to her.

But she could not remember him.

She had run from the place, the heavy burden of wings on her back. She had found people, trying to communicate with them. But each time people saw her, they ran screaming away.

She felt the tears prickle in her eyes but refused to let them go. Why she wouldn't let them go, she did not know.

She let a hand comb through her wet, blonde hair; her hand clutched the wet strands before her fingers reached the ends. Why did people fear her? She didn't look that different… Did she? She stopped in front of a window belonging to a shop, and looked at her reflection.

Her ears were furry where they were attached to her head along with the tips of them. Attached to her temples were a pair of ivory horns there seemed like they should have been pointing straight upwards but were tilted backwards. Three small rubies were planted in her forehead, shadowed only by her fringe.

She stretched her wings and looked at the huge size they had in her reflection in the mirror. She spotted the tip of the metallic, bony tail between her legs. She knew this tail started from the back of her neck. She looked down at her nails, watched how long and sharp they were.

Her loose, blonde hair reached her waist and her azure eyes looked back at her from her reflection; they were filled with lost hope and sorrow.

She gritted her sharp teeth, spotted the fangs, and turned away from her reflection in the window. Why would no one help her? Why did people fear her? Was she supposed to be dangerous?

She couldn't stand being anywhere near the window any longer, she couldn't stand being anywhere near her reflection, and began running. Did she have no family who missed her? No friends?

She felt the grief hit her hard in the face again, and kept running down the streets with her eyes closed tightly and the tears running down her cheeks. She was all alone and wanted her life to end. She didn't realize she was getting closer to a figure there was standing on the middle of the streets. She just kept running in the pouring rain and ran directly into the person.

She knocked both of them over and heard the person below her gasp in surprise and perhaps pain as he was pressed between the paving stones and her body weight. She pushed herself off the man she had knocked to the ground, her teary eyes looked at him with a fearful look in them "I-I'm so sorry! I-It was an a-accident!" She tried getting to her feet, to run away.

He prevented it. His hand grabbed her wrist in a tight grip. There was no way in Pandemonium he was letting someone knock him over and then run away.

She tried desperately to get out of his grip. This man didn't run away from her. Either he hadn't noticed her looks or he had evil intentions to her. It had to be one of these things 'cause no one would help her. She slowly turned to look at his face, to see a pissed off expression as the man moved to his knees and still held her wrist in a tight grip.

The man growled lowly at the woman whom had just knocked him over until he got a good look of her features. Surprise showed on his face before a somewhat sad expression crossed his features "So that's what he did…"

"W-what do you mean? And why aren't you a-afraid of me?" her azure eyes were filled with fright as she looked at him. She did not dare to get out of his grip but wished she could and retreat to somewhere safe, wherever safe was. She wanted to remember all the things she had forgotten.

The man did not answer and just stood to his feet, pulling her to her feet as well. He glanced her up and down for a short amount of seconds and then turned and began walking without letting go of her wrist "You come with me."

"W-what? W-Why?" she struggled to get out of his grip. She was afraid of the things he could or would do to her.

"Because right now I am the only one able to help you," he answered bluntly and kept dragging her; mentally he added "and because you obviously don't remember anything"

She looked scared ahead of her; she did not know what to do. She didn't know what choices she had besides following the man whom dragged her. She had nowhere to go if she broke free of his grip and retreated. Nevertheless, she was afraid he lied. She was afraid the word 'help' had a different meaning to his mind in comparison to hers.

It surprised the man it took a whole hour to get to his home; he hadn't realized he had walked so far from his temporary home. However, he hadn't realized the rain before he had stopped and turned his face towards the sky, thereafter the woman had knocked him over. By that time, he had been soaked to the bone.

He sighed as he unlocked the door and leaded her inside the house. He finally let go of her wrist and turned to close and lock the door behind them.

"…What are you going to do with me..?" she asked carefully while she was following him carefully into the living room. She watched as he pulled off his soaked shirt and revealed his torso. She noticed the bandages wrapped tightly around his arms and chest along with the bandage wrapped around his left eye. What had happened to him?

He sighed "Didn't I tell you I would help you? Now, stay here." He did not believe he was doing what he was doing. He couldn't believe he actually was helping her. He shook his head and walked into another room where he found towels. One of them he threw around his own shoulders the other he held in his hand as he walked back into the young woman in the living room.

She watched as he returned. Her eyes were slight wide as he came closer to her. She did not notice the towel and tried to edge away from him as he reached for her. He still got hold of her and began to dry her damp hair with the towel. She stopped in whatever motion she was doing and began to relax just the tiniest bit. "… Why aren't you afraid of me, when everyone else is..?"

He sucked in a deep breath "Every single person you've seen around you is humans. You're not human; you're a Demon. Humans fear Demons."

"… Why don't you fear me then..?"

"I am a demon, just like you."

She turned to look at him "But… But you don't…" she trailed off. He didn't look the slightest like her. He looked human.

He sighed "This is not my true form; it's my human form to blend in with the humans. If you concentrate, then the features you have as a demon will disappear and you will look human. The only traits you will have of a demon will be pointy ears and small fangs," he let a fang peek over his lip while he brushed his bangs behind his ear to show one of his pointy ears "the humans who have seen you in your true form will not relate your human form to your true form. Most humans believe Demons only can look like Demons and not like humans."

She nodded slowly as she studied his face. She studied what he said was the traits of a demon being in human form before she tried to find any kind of untruthfulness in his eyes but only found honesty.

"Close your eyes and concentrate."

She nodded slowly again and did as she was told.

He stood with the towel in his hands, watching as she concentrated and slowly changed form "That's right…" He said in a low, encouraging voice. He had to teach her everything. Someday, she had to know about her past as well.

There was just one little fact there took him aback.

When she changed from her true form to her human form, all of her clothes disappeared. She now stood in all her naked glory in front of him.

His eyes widened at the sight and he quickly wrapped the towel in his hands around her body.

She blinked sand looked at him with a confused expression. "Uhm… What's wrong?"

"Y-you just keep that towel wrapped around you then I'll find some clothes for you…" he hurried into the bedroom and found clothes she could borrow. He had no women's clothes which meant they had to go for a shopping trip one of the following days. His clothes had to do it for now though. Might be he was used to a lot of things but a woman being naked wasn't one of them. Hey, he wasn't a pervert, no matter what people thought of him.

After half an hour of stress to him and half an hour of confuse to her, it had finally worked out. She had had no idea of how to get dressed and he had felt too uneasy with her walking naked around along with he had to help her with getting dressed.

When the chaos finally was over, she was seated in one of the chairs in the kitchen where she listened and watched him cooking.

She had not understood why he had been so uneasy with her being naked. However, when he had explained it wasn't a normal thing to do –and it was wrong as they did not have any kind of relationship- and given the example of all the people walking in the streets were fully clothed, she understood.

Finally, something clicked in her mind. It was the word 'name'. A name was something everyone had wasn't it? So far, she did not know her own, did not know if she had one, but he had to have one, right? "Do… Do you have a name..?"

He turned towards her, his red eye watching her for a few seconds before he let out a sigh "My name is Aion."

"… Aion…" it sounded familiar to her but she did not know why. Nothing else seemed to pop into her mind other than the feeling of familiarity. Perhaps she knew him or had known someone else with the same name. "…Do you know what my name is..?"

He stopped dead in his tracks. Her name? Yes, he was well aware of her name. So far, it didn't seem like any memories had returned to her; it could be she remembered something when she knew her own name though... If she remembered he was screwed… Hell, it didn't matter. It's not like he had anything left.

"Rosette. Your name is Rosette Christopher."


MT: Weee, new story… My my. Ah well.

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