Hey everyone! I decided to start a Chrono Cross fanfic, and this is the result. Don't you dare say that Serge is OOC! He has vocal cords and he will use them, damnit! I hate the silent protagonist method of game play!

Disclaimer: If I owned Chrono Cross, this is what would have happened. Seeing as it didn't, I obviously don't own Chrono Cross.

Chrono Storm

Prologue: Meeting

R.I.P

Our beloved Serge, died age seven.

Nobody can take anything away from him. Nor can anyone give anything to him.

What came from the sea has returned to the sea.

I stood up and shook my head, cobalt eyes glinting with annoyance. What nonsense. I'm not dead! I sighed and ran a hand through my hair as I attempted to analyze the situation. I fall unconscious at Opassa Beach and when I wake up, no one recognizes me. Leena thinks that I have been dead for years, even though I had given her a Komodo scale necklace just a few hours before. Not to mention my mother seems to have up and disappeared…Perhaps I will find out just what happened if I do a bit of traveling. I'll go with the flow, 'cause this is probably just a— As I was about to finish my thought, a rock nailed me in the back of the head, knocking me flat on my face. Okay, this is not a dream. That hurt!

"So you must be Serge, the ghost of the boy who died ten years ago." I turned to address the contemplative voice and found myself face-to-face with three men, two of which were wearing yellow armor and seemed very awkward, though I couldn't put my finger on the reason. One was very tall and stick-thin, and the other was short and round as a ball with short, spiky, red hair. The man in the middle was much more elegant-looking, with pale green eyes and light blue, almost silver hair blowing in the salty sea breeze coming in from the ocean over which Cape Howl stood watch. He was dressed in white clothes, with a silver breastplate, leg-guards, boots and gauntlets. I took a step forward to address them.

"Don't move! It's no use, there's no escape in attacking. All you have to do is come with us," the man in the middle commanded. He was definitely the one who spoke before.

"But, Sir Karsh, do you think it is truly true that this chap is a ghost?" The tall one turned and asked. "He seems like a perfectly perfect young boy to me…."

"That doesn't matter!" Karsh snapped. "We found him here like he said we would, now seize him!" At this, the three of them began to approach me, axes at the ready. I adjusted my stance and got ready to fight, when a voice rang out. Again. What, is this Interruption Day or something?

"Hold yer seahorses!" Everyone turned and looked up to the top of a boulder that was standing nearby, which was where the owner of the voice stood.

"Who the…?" was Karsh's less-than-eloquent response as the girl jumped from the boulder, over their heads, and landed next to me. She turned and smirked at Karsh and his cronies, silently taunting them. Karsh was the first to recover and retaliated with the now predictable threat.

"Out of the way, missy! You don't want to get hurt, now, do you?"

"Shut yer trap!" she shot back. "You're the ones who betta get outta the way."

"You have a problem?! Do you have a shakin' idea who you're dealing with, missy?" the short man shouted, an incredulous look on his face. I looked on in amusement as the taunting continued.

"That's enough! Listen up, junior," Karsh shouted, addressing me. "Our orders are to take you in. We don't want to hurt you, so just come with us, or else this axe o' mine will have to do the talking." At this, he hefted his axe onto his shoulder. Before I could retort, the girl became impatient.

"For cryin' out loud, would ya just shut up and get on with it! I'm gonna kick yer sorry arses so hard, you'll kiss the moons!"

"Fair enough, you leave us with no choice. You'll regret this, missy!" Finally, after getting fed up with Karsh's idiotic threats, I decided to join the conversation. I pulled out my Sea Swallow in preparation for the upcoming fight.

"Oh? Aren't we forgetting someone here? Keep your attention front and center!" I rushed forward and slashed at Karsh as I finished my sentence. I was quite surprised when I only landed three light blows, merely nicking the skin enough to draw blood. I leapt back and began to focus, activating a white Element.

"PHOTON RAY!" I extended my arm so that my palm was facing the short man and a ray of condensed light hit him in the chest, knocking him into the red stone of the cliff wall. My eyes flicked over to the girl, who was currently blasting Karsh with a red Element. I dashed behind her and kicked the taller man in the gut before he could hit her, then used an Aqua Beam Element. While I did this, I heard my ally shout out.

"Why you! Bugger off! MAGMA BOMB!"

"AH! Watch where you're aiming! That almost hit me!" The Magma Bomb did just what it was supposed to, in other words, an individual bomb hit each of our enemies. However, I just so happened to be standing in front of one such target. A gash on the girl's arm caught my attention, as did Karsh's approaching figure. I leapt up and delivered one of my infamous aerial kicks, knocking him out the instant my heel hit the back of his head.

"That was for hitting me with that rock earlier!" I shouted before turning to the girl and holding out my hand. "Here, let me see that wound. Cure." As I activated the blue Element and healed her wound, the two men in yellow managed to regroup.

"Peppor, the boy's innately innate attribute is White!" It won't help you to know that, mister I-need-to-use-an-adverb-in-every-sentence. You can barely stand as it is. And that's not my only innate either….

The short one, Peppor, turned and addressed the taller man. "Then attack him with a black Element! Or did you forget to bring one again, Solt?" I sweatdropped as the two started arguing about Elements. While they were occupied, we attacked simultaneously, ending the battle.

"S-Sir Karsh! I say we shake it on outta here, so that we can live to fight another day!" Peppor shouted as Karsh pulled himself off the ground. "Th-these aren't no ordinary brats we're dealing with!" At that, Solt and Peppor turned tail and ran.

"Damn cowards!" Karsh shouted back, then turned towards my currant ally. "As for you missy…we won't forget this!"

"Oooh, I'm soooo scaaared! I'll be happy to take ya on anytime! Think I'll lose to scum like you? Hah!" the girl taunted as Karsh retreated. "You all right, mate?" I nodded as she walked by and looked at the headstone. "Serge…yer name's Serge, ain't it?"

"Yes. Would you mind telling me yours? I'm very grateful for your help."

"Oh, me? I'm Kid, nice ta meet ya. I just couldn't stand by and watch those blokes gang up on ya like that. They just pissed the bloody hell outta me. I just wish I could've beat 'em up some more! But, why was that mob after ya?" Kid shook her head in puzzlement.

"No clue. I've never met them before." I took this conversation as an opportunity to get a better look at her. She was wearing a red vest with yellow trimming over a small white shirt, both of which were cut off just above her midsection, along with a short red skirt with yellow trimming. Her gloves and boots were made of brown leather and her belt hung loose around her hips with a light purple sheath for her dagger, which had a hilt of the same color. She also wore a light purple necklace made of beads that grew progressively smaller as they reached the clasp. The first and largest bead was about two inches in diameter and tear-shaped. The others were perfect spheres, with the last and smallest two beads about half an inch in diameter. Her golden blonde hair was kept in a segmented ponytail with multiple red bands, though it would reach down below her shoulders if it wasn't held up like that. Her eyes were a deep sapphire blue and her slightly tanned skin was adorned by six white tattoos, one on each cheek and one above and below each elbow. This observation took all of a couple seconds.

"Whaddaya mean ya've never met 'em before? Ahhhh, forget it. Oi, Serge, how about you and me team up for awhile? That Karsh fella ain't gonna just leave ya alone, that's for sure! And ta tell ya the truth, I'm new ta these islands. It's pretty lonely travelin' around here on me own. So how 'bout it Serge? Perhaps it was fate that we should meet up like this!" She stared me down with an intense gaze as she finished, but I had already chosen my answer.

"Sure! I don't like traveling alone any more than you do. It's no fun without someone to chat or spar with."

"Beauty, mate! That decides it then, we're real good mates now! Anyways, it'll be gettin' dark soon. I suggest we head to Arni and shack up for the night. Oh, and Serge? Don't go tryin' any funny stuff just coz I'm cute 'n' all." With that statement and a wink, she started walking off, leaving me with what I thought was going to be a permanent blush on my face.

"H-Hey! Hold up! Wait for me!"

"Catch me if ya can slowpoke!"

And so begins the journey of a life time…