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Thank you very much for your reviews MisoGirl and Dragoon-Yue!
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No the headline is not one of the errors but more an semicountious decition to work with my native language in the headlines. About the tombstones... I'm going to check that later, but I think I put it that way for a reason... just cant remember right now drop. Jup, the Chronothingy is cute!
PS: You think? Thanks again! My hostfamily put a lot of patience into it
Miso Girl: They are actually said to be born in two different years, but this is said on aone page thats in the Mangavolume 4(?) but I didnt read it before you told me about it... So now that I know I'm just gonna call it "Writers freedom" ."
But "Twin Theory" is not only about these two, but also about the "other set". Manga readers know what I mean .--
Chapter 1
"Teufel klopfen nicht"
A sunny afternoon in late August , several years later
The young blond man walked respectfully slow through the rows of tombstones, never looking right or left. He didn't need to. He knew the way - had walked it many times before. At the beginning he could hardly bare to go to this place, then - after what had felt like eternity- the tears started to dry, after months the pain had dulled down to a permanent pulse. Now he was able to come here with a smile, a sad one, but still a smile full of love.
"Hello Rosette." he whispered. He didn't say it quietly because he might have gained suspicious looks - he could care less - but this was something special, like a secret whispered from one child in the ear of another. Just the way they used to do all these years ago.
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The full moon was high above the land but unnoticed by the world which was covered by the heavy droplets that seemed to flee from their black prison to hide in the dry earth of the country side.
The door to the small house opened and closed with a quiet "click" as a dripping shadow entered the semi lighted room.
"Welcome home." greeted him a soft voice, before his jacket and hat were taken from his arm.
"I thought you'd be asleep, Azmaria ." Joshua gave her a gentle kiss and followed her and the warm light of her candle to the kitchen, where they were able to talk without waking anyone else.
"How was your trip? Did you go to the Order?" she asked while she grabbed a plate to serve him leftover stew.
"Yes, the flight to New York was good. On the way back there was a little boy next to me and his sister tried to make him eat a carrot." he smiled as he remembered a very similar situation back in Seventh Bell.
Azmaria smiled, knowing her husband's thoughts and just how much he hated the orange vegetable himself.
"Everyone of our friends in the Order is doing good. They missed you, but when they heard why you couldn't come this time they gave me a few letters for you. They are in may coat, I hope they didn't get too wet.
"The Elder has a new apprentice. He called him brilliant, the poor boy looked like he hadn't slept in days."
She chuckled by this statement, remembering all the times she had seen Chrono sitting on the bench in front of the hut with his eyes closed, whenever she had early morning chores before Sunday School, because the Elder had had an other "allnighter".
Chrono... She swallowed hart by the thought that this day was the day both of her best friends had died.
She wanted to cry when she remembered him with his soft eyes, his gentle and protecting character, and that she would be one of the very few who would remember him on this day, unlike all the people who remembered Rosette - "the Saint". That were people that didn't even knew a thing about the real Rosette, not how much she hated being called that way, not how Aion manipulated her, not how wild, caring and wonderful a friend she had been. They knew nothing.
The so called "Crusaders" would have been a horrible burden to Rosette's mourning friends and brother, and Azmaria was very glad that Sister Kate had ordered to made a fake grave for her, so that this people wouldn't disturb these who knew the truth and so she was able to rest in peace.
Joshua's smile vanished from his face when he saw a sad-angry, spaced out look in Azmaria's ruby eyes. He knew how she felt, all the frustration and disappointment that no one knew about Chrono's part in the rescue of the world which had been completely oblivious to the threat.
"How is Maggie? Does she feel better yet?" he knew he had to break the silence they had fallen into or else his mind might shut down.
"Yes, she does." answered Azmaria with a smile, seeming relieved to be called out of her bidder thoughts by the mentioning of their four year old.
"Her fever is going down now and the doctor said this morning that she'd be fine before next week.
"She missed her Daddy a lot today." her loving smile was mirrored on Joshua's face, seeing the same affection in his eyes.
"Would you like some more?" she asked pointing to his already empty plate.
Right when he opened his mouth to answer , they heard a loud knock at the front door.
Azmaria sent him an alarmed look which he responded with a worried himself, but as more knocks followed he tried a smile.
"Devils don't knock."
She gave him a grim smile and pressed one of the guns she had pulled out of a counter draw in his right hand, then hurried with the second weapon to one of the other rooms, where infantile cries could be heard.
Joshua went silently to the door, the gun cold in his hand and opened it just far enough to be able to peek at the dark figure at the other side.
"How can I help you?" Joshua asked in a very confident and somewhat threatening tone.
"I'm here to talk to Mr. Christopher about a matter of very high importance." said unseen stranger.
His voice was patient and warm but this didn't fool Joshua who knew a lot more about devils than most people could dream of, thanks to his education at the Order. Only the slight hesitation he knew he had heart before his opponent had tried to mask it, let him drop his still hidden weapon half an inch.
"I am sure that - whatever it is - will be able to wait until a more decent time tomorrow." Joshua countered before his statement was supported with three strokes of the old wall clock in the living room.
He know by now that whoever the person was that stood at his doorstep right now was not from the Magdalene Order or else he would have simply said the code that showed his trustworthiness and he had been allowed into the house.
"No, it cannot, Mr. Christopher! This is about docents of innocent lives and you alone have the power to help to prevent their deaths!"said the man now angrily.
Deciding, that he wouldn't get any sleep after this words and knowing that his wife had had enough time to build a powerful barrier around herself and their child, Joshua accepted to take the risk to let the stranger inside, carefully paying attention that he kept a firm grip on his gospel loaded gun.
He stepped away from the door and waited of the fizzling sound the holy trap that protected the door would make once it caught the obviously oblivious devil.
But nothing happened as the man crossed the threshold and Joshua felt his body relax.
He heard Azmaria stepping back into the hallway and assumed she had sensed the inactivity of the door-trap as well.
When he turned around after locking the door again, he saw - for only a short moment - how the man, dressed in a white coat, starred at the young woman with emotions he couldn't quit classify and he didn't like this - not at all!
Joshua quickly passed the distance between them and took a protectively position in front of his wife, arms folded over his chest.
"So, what is so impotent to disturb the nighttime peace in such a manner?" he asked the slightly younger man in front of him impatiently.
It really wasn't like him to be so harsh to anyone but this stranger had something about him that made Joshua very - very - uneasy.
"I need you as supporter when I open the grave of Miss Rosette Christopher."
End of Chapter one
Soooooo, what's gonna happen next? Any suggestions?
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I'm going to upload as soon as I receive two (or more please, please) reviews, 'course without reviews a writer feels like throwing time and effort into a black whole.
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