A/N: I just realized. Lots of my characters are very OOC (that means out of character, right?). Whoops...heh heh heh. Sorry.

Disclaimer: Daisuke Moriyama owns the wonderful characters of Chrono Crusade. Not me. It's so depressing...

ROSETTE

"Make sure the tuxedoes are black and white, okay?" I sweetly told the seamstress. Despite my best efforts, my voice shook ever-so-slightly and my lips trembled from the effort to keep from laughing. "And try not to make them too long either, okay? After all, you can't dance with too-long tuxedoes."

"Rosette," Joshua murmured into my ear. "Stop teasing the poor woman."

That was when all my self-control broke down entirely. I bent over and began to laugh my head off.

"So sorry," I heard Joshua apologize in the midst of my laughter. "I believe that she's feeling slightly feverish today. That accounts for her strange behavior."

"You want me to make six dresses and six tuxedoes?" the amazed woman demanded. "Three of each for each of you, and same designs, too?"

My brother offered her a kind and apologetic smile. "Yes. I'm sorry to ask so much of you, but-"

She waved his apology off. "I could care less about how much work I'm given," she informed him. "What I do want to know, though - why does the princess want tuxedoes? And why are you, the crown prince, going to be wearing three dresses?"

I stood up and wiped away my tears. "We're dressing up as each other for half of each ball," I told her somewhat breathlessly. "We're going to be switching places at midnight, so we need to be able to pass for each other fairly well. That's why we're going to have clothes that match the designs of the clothes the other person has."

I broke down laughing again when I saw the look on her face. Priceless! Absolutely priceless!

CHRONO

"Chroo-no!"

I cringed when I heard the light, feminine voice float up the stairs.

Oh, no. She was coming.

I frantically searched for somewhere to hide. The best place seemed to be my closet, so I dove in and did my best to conceal myself under the piles of clothing.

"Chrono! I've brought your clothing!"

I heard the door creak open and her footsteps stop. "Hmm. Where is he?"

I held my breath as I waited for her next words. "Oh, well. I'll just put away the clothes then."

Not the closet, not the closet, not the-

The door flew open and I stared up into Mary's startled face.

-closet.

"Chrono!" she exclaimed. "There you are! What are you doing in there, naughty boy?"

I whimpered as she grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the confines of my closet. The safe, fashion-less confines of my closet.

"Here, Chrono!" she said giddily. "I brought a bunch of clothes that I think are in your size! Try them on!"

She shoved a bundle of fabric into my arms, then pulled out a folding screen from somewhere - where had she been hiding that? - set it up, and then shoved me behind it. "Hurry up and change!" she yelled. "Then come out so I can see how it looks!"

I sighed and shook out the clothes. No avoiding it now. "Jeez, why do I have to do this anyways?" I muttered to myself. "Oh, right. I almost forgot. I was stupid enough to fall for another one of her tricks."

I frowned as I sorted through the mess of silk, linen, and what looked like lace. Where was the top? Where were the sleeves, the pant legs, and the-

I squeezed my eyes shut. No. No way. She couldn't have.

I peeked at the outfit and immediately regretted it.

Oh, God. She couldn't seriously expect me to wear this thing, could she?

"Hurry up and put the dress on already, Chrono!" Mary yelled.

She was making me wear a dress.

ROSETTE

"Don't laugh," Joshua told me sternly.

I laughed. Of course I laughed. Why wouldn't I?

"You look...absolutely...lovely in a dress...Joshua!" I managed to get out in between guffaws and hoots and snorts and whatever noises I was making.

"Yes," he replied drily. "You look absolutely stunning in your tuxedo, sister dear. Completely. Wig and all."

I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked up at him. "Yes, brother. Your wig loopk absolutely...gorgeous on you."

Then, of course, I started laughing again. I couldn't help it. My brother, in a dress, wearing high heels, and - to top it all off - wearing a golden blonde wig. He looked just like me, and at the same time, he was so obviously not me. It was amusing - very much so.

"Rosette, Joshua, are you two ready?" Azmaria swept into the room, wearing the gown I'd given her as a thank-you - blue pale enough to make her look like an angel, and lace and embroidery all over the place - looking as stunning as ever. She took one look at Joshua and her lips began to quiver.

"Come on, Azzy, not you too," my poor, tortured brother pleaded.

"I'm sorry," she said, and then she took a moment or two to compose herself. "Rosette, from now on, you are Joshua and you are going to flirt with all the girls and say that I have temporarily broken up with you because my gown wasn't fancy enough for my tastes."

"You wouldn't really do that, though," Joshua cut in.

"Yes, well, they don't know that." Azmaria dismissed his comment with a wave of her hand. "Joshua, you are now Rosette Christopher and you are going to flirt with the boys, complain about the ball, wearing a dress, having to wear high heeled shoes, and you are also going to gorge yourself like you're a pig."

"I don't eat that much!" I protested as my brother turned a little green.

"Okay, fine then. Don't eat that much, but still stuff yourself until you can hardly eat anymore. Rosette, you are going to try not to eat so much-"

"Do I have to?"

"-until you switch back to yourself. After that, you guys can do whatever you like."

"All right!" I clapped my hands and whooped. "Food, here I come!"

Joshua heaved a long-suffering sigh and covered his face with his hands. "What did I ever do to deserve such a crazy girlfriend and mulish sister?" he moaned.

"Hey, it could be worse," I comforted him.

"Yes," Azmaria agreed. "We could be crazy and mulish. Both of us."

"And maybe really cruel and abusive, too?"

Azmaria nodded. "Yes. Definitely. Don't forget hard-hearted, either."

My brother threw up his hands in defeat. "Fine - I give! I am perfectly happy with you two the way you are! Please do not change a bit!"

"Oh, we won't!" we chorused.

"Now - come on, you two, let's go to the ball."

A/N: Wow, writing these author notes is surprisingly fun.

So. Um... Well, what to say? Don't you feel sorry for poor Joshua? And for Chrono, too... Is it just me, or am I putting the male characters in this fanfic completely at the mercy of the females? I think I am.

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