Here We go again for another round of Aion ukeness and Chrno finally-getting-some-balls-and-topping-ness.
Chrno: Hey! I resent that!
Aion: ... Please don't reopen new wounds... Its bad enough with the other Sinners mocking me and questioning my authority and power.*pouts*
Awwww, ya see, all that whining and pouting put you in such a place. That being under Chrno! *snickers*
Aion: I was NOT pouting*really pouting now*
Chrno: ...You kinda are.
Why don't you take a picture Chrno! Save it for the wedding album! *takes a picture* Ahhhhh there. *flaps it around and makes kissy noises* CUTE!
HEADS UP: MPREG, YAOI YUMNESS, SERIOUS WEIRDNESS, POSSIBLE OOCNESS, AND (HIGHLY POSSIBLE) BAD HUMOR!
EDIT 2012: O-O YOU ARE ALL STILL READING THIS? OMG JUST READ THE BOTTOM NOTES!
disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN CHRONO CRUSADE. Daisuke Moriyama does.
~:~SECOND CHAPTER~:~
~:~Oh, The Humiliation~:~
Aion slurred, clearly his head not screwed on right, "Pleasure. The sounds of it, the feel of it, the taste of-"
The larger demon covered the smaller ones mouth before chuckling nervously, "You get the point."
The Apostle nodded, pressing her finger to her lips before asking her next question, "If you are male, and Aion is male, how do you have a baby?"
Chrno tensed and the evil blush returned, "Ahhhhh...well... It's like... kinda...Why are you asking?"
With a straight face she answered, "I want to help you two."
To say he was stunned would have been an understatement or just a plain false one, "WHY? I don't even LIKE Aion!" Chrno claimed.
Oh, now he had went and got both light haired beings upset, Azmaria with a look of dumped hope and Aion with just a plain blank mask of emotionlessness.
Aion moved out of Chrno's lap, still a bit fuzzy and wobbly footed, and simply walked to the closet where he shut himself in and growled. Azmaria only watched, her attention then going back to the purple-haired Sinner.
"Now look at what you did. You hurt his feelings!"
"I didn't hurt his feelings! He didn't even have any to begin with!"
"Chrno! No matter who you may turn out to be to others, everone has feelings, no matter how little they may have shown them!"
"..."
-hiccup-
"Oh..." the Apostal cooed sadly, "You made him cry..." Azzy looked on the brink herself. A glare was then issued parallel to herself.
Chrno gulped, his ears downcast like a dog who got into trouble for doing something naughty. He cast his amber eyes to the closet, his ears picking up on the small melodies of saddness and his nose smelling the salt of the tears he knew were dancing down Aion's tanned face.
He felt like an ass.
Plain and simple.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~linebreak~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aion was sad. Hurt in a way.
Damn the hormones! I shouldn't feel so upset just because he said he doesn't like me! Damnit! I wish I wasn't born this way, then I wouldn't be having this problem!
Aion raged inside his mind. He was too engrossed in his thoughts to feel the wet tears and small sobs rip from his eyes and throat. Oh, how he wished that Chrno hadn't claimed him, that way he could go on with his life after the mating season was over.
Why does Karma HAVE to be a bitch!
It was well into the night when Chrno had decided to leave the room to get some fresh air. The over-powering odor of tears lurked in his room, only making him feel worse.
Aion had yet to stop crying.
Chrno sighed and spread his night black wings staring into the sky above him. He intended to apologize to Aion by finding something he would like, Azmaria suggesting the idea earlier and lecturing him about what he did until lights out. However, a constant question repeated in his mind:
WHAT DOES AION EVEN LIKE?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~stopthatthisisaline~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Azmaria turned to her left side. She had been doing this since her conversation with Chrno. Back and forth and so on. She just couldn't sleep. Aion seemed innocent and it didn't seem like he wanted to kill anyone. It was like there was a new Aion who was born.
In fact, the white devil looked positively innocent, fluffdly and cute. And his hair was so lovely. She had been tossing ideas in her head, ideas that would allow Aion in the Order that didn't result in him getting killed. In all honesty, Azzy thought they looked kinda cute together. This Apostal wasn't one to judge on who you loved either. So here she was, struggling on her thoughts.
With a jolt upright, she placed a fist in her hand and beamed.
Yes! Why didn't think about it before!
the young girl thought excitedly. She couldn't wait to share it with Chrno and Aion. With her final thoughts the young girl slept, a smile plastered on her little face.
THE NEXT DAY
Azmaria ate her breakfast and chatted with Rosette and Satella as always. After her breakfast she had asked Satella if she could borrow some dresses. Of course Satella had questioned the girl, obviously because of height and issues with breast size, still, the German woman had allowed Az to rummage through her closet. Once the task was done the younger girl thanked the jewel witch and was off. Where? Well Satella had no clue but she had better things to do.
Like bothering Rosette or Chrno.
Or shopping.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~thisisalinejustignoreit~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aion still sat in the closet. Chrno had tried everything he could think of to coax him out of there. He brought candy, flowers, dead rabbits, various furs, feathers, branches, a shoe, shiny jewels or gems, but he was just running out of ideas. The dominant just huffed and glared at the ground, ears bent back and wings twitching. Why was this so difficult?
Just as he was preparing to leave again to get yet another item to try and appease his pale haired mate, Azmaria had burst into the room carting a multitude of dresses.
"You stay here! I need to talk with you and Aion!" she said, exasperated. All the dresses were set on Chrno's bed. The young Apostal girl turned to the closet door then to the golden-eyed demon, a white-lavender brow raised in question.
"He wouldn't come out no matter what I gave him," Chrno motioned to the small pile of oddieties in front of the closet. Azmaria gave him an 'are-you-serious' look. "What?" the alpha demons ears drooped down.
"Men," the little apostle walked up to the closet door and knocked on it lightly, "Um... Mr. Sinner? Can you please come out? I need to talk with you."
A small growl, or perhaps a whine, came from behind the wood. Now Azmaria looked disgruntled.
"Please come out. I'm sure whatever Chrno said was a lie. I think he likes you a lot but he's just too thick to admit it," she continued to coax. A light chuckle and the sound of shuffling came from the other side before the door opened, revealing a cocoon of blankets and the head of Aion sticking out of the middle.
"That's better, now come and sit out here with us so I can help you stay at the Order without being found out for who you are," Azzy scooted away from the door so the white haired demon to crawl out, moving the trinkets Chrno brought out of the way.
Said demon had his ears perked and his head tilted. How was she always able to get people out of their slumps? Must be a female thing. Or just an Azmaria thing. Chrno took a seat to the left of his female companion.
Aion sat on the right of Azmaria and as far from Chrno as he could while staying next to the apostle girl. He was still rather upset with Chrno but now that he wasn't so hormonally driven he didn't really seem to care.
"Okay, now this will sound... abnormal but its the best I've got so far. Aion, you need to pretend to be one of my distant relatives who is mute, Chrno don't laugh! Anyway, your hair is long and white like mine. Bare with me on this next part because this is probably the worst part, you have to wear a dress and go as a woman. At least until you can move about freely without worry. Chrno! What did I say about laughing!" The little albino huffed. Aion just looked like he wanted to crawl back into the safety of the closet so he could be away from these loons. Chrno, of course, was laughing and rolling on the floor in tears.
"Why as a woman? Can't I still dress as a man?" Aion questioned, giving the apostle girl a light glare.
Azmaria blushed but answered, "W-well this place is mostly filled w-wtih nuns an-and I thought that it might be better if you were a girl! Besides you would probably recognized easier as a male!"
Aion growled a little, looking at the ground. He didn't like the idea, but as a newly mated demon he couldn't leave within a mile of his alpha. Some other demon could claim him, as he was not carrying Chrno's seed. The mating process had stopped early and there for not complete. He shuddered. He could be carrying the essence of other demon's children or he could stay here for a while until the mark was set enough for suitors to stop pursuing him. The beta demon huffed angrily and blushed lightly.
"Fine, I'll take you up on your offer. It's the better of the two evils," Aion mumbled, teeth grating.
Chrno stopped laughing and just stared at his mate, "You're really going to do it?"
"And what do you care? As soon this is over with the sooner we can be apart," Aion bit out. Chrno shrank back a bit, ears going back against his skull.
Azmaria, watching the pair, frowned and got up, "Lets try on some dresses then."
Aion got up and followed her to the bed, purple eyes trained on the pile of clothes. Grabbing three from the top, the white haired male turned to the closet and shut it behind him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~whatdiditellyouaboutlines!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Has anyone seen Chrno?" a blonde, blue eyed nun called out onto the grounds of the Order. She got a collection of no's and she moved on into the Elder's hut. Surely if anyone has seen him, the Elder has.
Before she could even open the door, the Elder opened it wide and made a grab for her chest. Rosette side stepped and the old man crashed into the wall.
"Rosette~ I haven't seen you in a while! I think your breasts have gotten bigger since the last time we met!" the Elder grinned leacherously.
Rosette glared and hit him in the head, "I just need to know where Chrno is! Tell me where he is you old pervert!"
"Heheheheee~ Well he has been flying in and out of his room all night and morning, each time coming back with something. You should go check his room!"
She blinked. Of course! Why didn't she think of that!
But why would he be bringing stuff into his room?
"This is all so ridiculous," Aion's brow twitched in annoyance as Azmaria fastened the back of the light purple dress he now wore. It looked similar to a Victorian dress. The ensemble was topped off with half of his hair pulled back in a lavender ribbon and a new set of rounder glasses. And of course, a little bit of light gloss was applied to his lips.
Oh, the humiliation.
"There!" the youngest shouted, turning him around to get a good proper look. Not just for herself though.
She knew Chrno was watching and she did a silent victory dance when she saw a hint of a blush on his cheeks.
Just as Aion was going to announce that he was going to change the door to Chrno's room burst open and in came Rosette.
"CHRNO I SWEAR-oh," the blue eyed girl went silent, taking note of the stranger in the room.
At once the three had thought, We are in a lot of trouble.
DEAR JESUS ALL MIGHTY. I JUST. YOU GUYS! ;;;;-;;; Even after TWO YEARS+ without a WORD from me?! AND YOU STILL LOVE IT AND HAVE FAITH I WOULD UPDATE?! BLESS YOUR LITTLE SOULS YOU PRECIOUS BABIES YOU! GOD I WANT TO HUG YOU ALL! And Im sorry if Mpreg is an uncomfortable subject to a lot of people so I will do my best to ajust it so its not EXACTLY like general Mpreg but still has the attributes of two men having a child!
And just a heads up. I have probably changed a lot and my humor is probably lamer and I'm sorry! OTL I PROMISE TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU OMFG I LOVE YOU GUYS
(AND IM SORRY THIS WAS RATHER SHORT! I'LL MAKE ART IF IT APPEASES YOU ;A;)
