(A/N): I hate myself! I certainly do! Yep folks I did it again, I started another story! God has forsaken me why! (Sigh) Anyways I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do. And no I'm not planning on giving up on "Rosette's Birthday" if that's what you're thinking. It's just that my "random fanfiction creativity" illness strikes back! . I'm planning on getting both fics updated as soon as possible so please be patient with me. Oh flames are not accepted here okay? Only constructive criticism like in my other fics. One last thing, I didn't steal the plot of the fanfiction "Mine" by Chrnocatfleas. Her story belongs to her and this one to me, it's just that we had a similar idea okay so no sues because of that? (glances at the forks the readers carry) Nope! Much less pointy objects! Yet my fic goes far beyond only the first years at the Magdale Convent but Rosette and Joshua's early years with their parents and more about their childhood. Why did I write this? I certainly noticed there are not many stories about their years at Seventh Bell, which I adore, so here's my share. Enjoy!
Summary:
"I could see nothing, all was dark, cold, and lonely. I feel so... empty... so... guilty. Yet, this is what I deserve. The one thing I lost... The one thing I kept that disappeared... I've changed that into thousands of sorrows... that I created...!"
A sudden light blinds me for a moment as two kids enter the sealed chamber I lay in. Both look quite puzzled. How did they get here and why? They must leave!
"Who are you?" motioned the young blonde girl standing next to the boy, apparently they are kin, brothers perhaps.
I slowly get up from my hiding place by the coffin of my past love. My long purple hair trails behind me as a functionless pocketwatch dangles from my neck like the rags I'm wearing. They feel so heavy... like chains... like the chains that tie me to this place, to those memories...
"My name's Chrno... and I'm what your people call a devil..."
A story based on Rosette and Joshua's life at Seventh Bell and the meeting with Chrno.
Rated: PG-13 for mild swearing and some violence
Genre: General
(A/N): Di u like the summary, ne? Um yeah the prologue seems like nothing to do with the story but it is important. It is based on a part that appears in Volume 2of the CC manga. It helps to at least get the next chapter.
Disclaimer: If I owned Chrno I would have already married him for God's sake!
Prologue:
"Yami no machi no
seiyakyoku"
Girl's Step
In, out. In, out. The waves go in, and the waves go out. The same sequence was repeated over and over as grey clouds that gathered on the heavens disturbed the once calm ocean waters. A heavy breeze blew making notice that a storm was about to begin, the white sand grains were blowed away in a small dust cloud. No boats could be seen and if one was sailing in such nasty weather then tragedy was just around the corner. The sea turned dark as an angry demon wanting to swallow you and take you the depths of darkness, and if you're catholic it would is the Devil wishing to drag you to Hell itself. The ocean was hell when a thunderstorm stroke. Its waters churned at the tune of the growling heavens. It seemed something bad was going to happen, nature says so, if the sky turns blue, then all is good, if it turns grey, nothing's jake. The monotone sky seemed to grumble as thunders echoed all over the background. The pale sky seemed to be reflect the ocean's attitude, gloomy and furious. The same lonely vague sky was reflected in someone else's eyes. The wind howled allowing that person's long albino locks to rustle all over its owner's face yet they never touched or covered those dim eyes.
That person, was a girl, a twelve-year-old. She was wearing a black dress and was hugging herself as she stared at the furious ocean while sitting on the sand. Her name was Azmaria Hendric.
She continued staring at the fierce currents reaching her bare feet as her expression darkened even more. Her eyes as grey as the sky and her expression as undecided as the ocean's.
"In, out. In, out..." she whispered as the icy cold liquid tickled her pale skin. Her long silvery locks lay behind her, as a mass of silver silk full of smooth white sand. The chalky sand was like snow, the same frosty color yet its texture wasn't like cotton but harsh small needles. Its pale color made the beach seem colorless making it all seem obscure, like a funeral.
Azmaria continued staring at the sea and admiring the scenery as she hugged herself tighter when noticing the seagulls flying away and heading to a safer place or at least somewhere where there was nicer weather. She heard them caw as a rain feathers slowly dropped when lighting flashed in the horizon.
´ The sound of waves... someone's calling me. Who are you?´
The silent sound of footsteps caught her ear as a tall figure joined the enchanted girl. She turned and spotted a tall blonde man who was staring at the restless ocean too. White feathers from the birds slowly landed around them.
" Can you hear the wings whispering to you?" he said still looking at the great mass of water, "You understand who I am, right?"
Azmaria's lower lip quivered as she tilted her head and glanced at the boy in question not really getting his point.
´ This is a dream...?´ she thought, ´ I don't know him... I've never met him before...´
She stared at his form more carefully and trying to remember every trace of his face. Short golden hair covered his sky blue eyes and he was wearing a black coat as he dug his hands on its pockets.
´ However, I feel nostalgic... I know someone who he reminds me of...´
The abnormal "rain of feathers" never seemed to cease as more of those velvety objects obstructed her gaze toward the boy's face not allowing her to remember his features perfectly.
´ Who are you!´
(A/N): And... cut! He he, I hope I will get enough reviews for this one. Oh yeah and those of you who are waiting for the update at "Rosette's Birthday" I'm almost there folks! Almost there! It should be ready sometime next week.
Preview for Chapter 1: "Hajimari no Jikan" The Beginning of Time
Who is this boy Azmaria dreamed about? Does it have anything to do with Rosette and Chrno? And what is so important about this Seventh Bell orphanage everyone speak about? Revive the special moments of Rosette and Chrno's past in the next chapter!
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