Breeze of the four seasons

Summary: Autumn's pretty maple leaves have withered away while Winter's snowflakes have melted, making way for the cheery blossoms in Spring. Now, the spring breeze has seeped into summer, whispering the start of a new season as it goes. Summer…what does it have in store for our favourite couple in Chrno Crusade? If you're thinking along the lines of lazing around, fanning oneself, basking in an air-conditioned room and sipping lemonade, then you thought wrong! As many unexpected surprises spring into sight, how will the Chrno Crusade gang handle them all? Rosette X Chrno Azmaria X Joshua romance

( Blah blah blah ): What the author(me!) has to say in the midst of the fic

"Blah blah blah": Dialogue of characters

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Chrno sighed as he stopped in his tracks and gazed up at the wooden door of Rosette's room.

Okay, NOW what? He knew Rosette was rather sensitive when it came to her driving skills, but he didn't expect her to get so upset over a casual comment he gave! She had avoided him for 2 solid days (I guess its too less, huh?) and even when both of them met, she refused to acknowledge his presence. He didn't recall Rosette reacting to criticisms like that before. Unless…

Suddenly, Chrno felt something latch onto the back of his collar. A startled gasp escaped his lips as he found himself getting lifted into the air. Then, he heard a voice from behind him which at once confirmed his suspicions and fears of who was behind it all…

"Awrighty," cried Rosette, gathering all the strength she could muster in her arms. "This is REVENGE!"

In one swift movement, the ebullient exorcist managed to (Don't ask me how.Shrugs) toss the poor demon through her bedroom door and send him plummeting head first into the pile of many pillows positioned neatly (…!!!) on her divan. Landing in the pillow heap with a loud "Whomp", Chrno sent feathers flying everywhere as though it was not a dear nun's bed he had landed on, but a chicken coop.

And a chicken coop FULL of chickens, if I may add.

A few moments later, Chrno's top half emerged from the pillow pile, feathers falling gracefully all around him. Spitting out a few of those accursed items, Chrno shook his lavender bangs out of his scarlet eyes and made to glare daggers at his contractor. This meant, for the first time of this long while, Chrno finally got a proper look at what attire Rosette was clad in, and the sight sent him spluttering, red in the face.

Her sunshine-coloured hair was not styled in its usual, childish fashion. But instead, it had been gathered into a elegant, loose bun which had already started to fall out, causing her golden bangs to cascade upon her shoulders, giving her a more casual look in the process. She donned a robe made of rather thin material which hugged every curve of her body, bringing out her womanly attributes far more than her customary militia outfit could ever have. And for your information, Rosette was pretty well-endowed… (Oka-ay. THIS is what happens when I give myself the go-ahead…)

The blonde's azure orbs widened and blinked in surprise and confusion at her demon partner's embarrassed reaction. But the puzzlement soon vanished when she gazed in the direction of where he was fixing his eyes on. Her look of bewilderment faded and a smirk took its place at once.

"Pervert," she teased, still smiling smugly.

Bypassing red and flushing maroon, Chrno pouted and retorted indignantly, "Am not!"

However, owing to his child-like state, his actions turned out a little too "cute" than he meant it to be, which explains why it instantly sent Rosette into a fit of giggles.

Chrno jerked his head and determinedly avoided eye-contact with Rosette. His cheeks tainted pink, he pouted and waited embarrassedly for Rosette's laughter to die down. Catching the look on his face, Rosette picked up a pillow which had fallen off her bed and whacked him playfully on the head with it.

"Aw, c'mon! Lighten up a bit! Its summer af-"

Rosette paused abruptly in mid-sentence as she caught a whiff of a certain violet-haired demon…

"Chrno!" she shrilled, pointing an accusing finger dramatically at him, to which he responded by sweat-dropping. "You reek of SWEAT! Haven't you had a BATH?!"

Turning a deaf ear to all his stutterings and blind to the fact that his face had drained of all colour, Rosette dragged him by the arm and trudged into the direction of the bathing house, declaring, "That does it! I'm gonna give you a good hard scrubbing RIGHT THIS INSTANCE!!"