A/N: Sorry it's taking me so long to update. But really, has it been that long since I last updated. Well, whatever. Also I want to thank the reviewers: snekochan, Synonymous Brian, MisoGirl, and Ur Fan XD, and rosetteXchrono 4ever. And to answer both your question, yes, I'm a guy, and I'll take what you say as a compliment. Oh, also, I'll add another chapter to atone for taking soooo long.

(Chrono's POV)

"Fine." I say. I have just agreed to 'go out' with Aion Rennis, if only to make Rozet jealous.

I turn around about to leave his room when he says, "Get me a cup of water."

So what else could I do but get him his cup of water. I get him the cup of water and hand it to him. He takes it then looks at it, takes a sip and splashes it on me. "Hey! Wh—" but I'm cut off when he looks indifferently at me and says, "That cup was too cold. Get me a new one." I don't know what to say so I just do as he says and gets him a new one. This time he looks at me then the cup in his hand. He takes a sip. I bite my bottom lip, hoping he will say it's fine and I can go now…but I hope in vain as he again splashes me with the water but this time throwing the glass onto the wooden floor and making it break into a million pieces.

"What was that for!?" I suddenly yell, unable to contain the anger within me.

He punches me in the jaw and I fall backwards stunned. He towers above now sneering triumphantly, "Don't you dare raise your voice on me. Don't forget I can hurt you—or your little Christopher—and I would get away with it." I back away because I know what he says is true. He could kill me, or Rozet, right now without a second thought and the school wouldn't give a damn. I was just an unimportant, replaceable student like a hundred others in this school. But Aion Rennis, his father was one of the school's biggest benefactors, the school might close if not for him, and it would be better to stay on the benefactors' good side, so they wouldn't bat an eyelash and just tell the police it was suicide. And…and Christopher Rozet. I would never let him get hurt on my account. Not because of something I did. Never.

He sneers and says in a low voice, his glasses glinting in the suns' setting light, "Beg for forgiveness, Chrono." I stare stunned up at him. I hear the door open and turn around just in time to see a boot kick into my ribs. I fall over onto my side, grabbing at my chest and trying to breath in. That was definitely going to leave a mark. I gag and try to replace the wind that has been knocked out of me.

When I finally regain my breath I look up and find Genie looking back at me.

"Started without me, I see."

"I just couldn't wait." Aion says, now also looking at Genie, sarcasm thickly laced into his voice. I look around for the door so I can try and sneak away somehow. But, the problem is, the door is on the other side of the room and Aion and Genie are right in front of me, blocking me from my only possible means escape.

They sneer at each other. Is it just me, or do those two sneer a lot? Aion grabs my shirt collar and lifts me off the floor, not to mention I am very light, I look at him in the face…which is how I miss his hand—fist—coming in contact with my stomach. For a moment I see bright sparks of light, like stars, but then I see normally again. And what I see is not good. I'm on the ground now, my back pushing against the wall I wish I could disappear into, and a foot is swinging at me. I'm kicked square in the chest. But that is only the first of the many following kicks that land themselves on my chest. I curl into a ball and wait for it to stop.

The kicking finally stops and I say in a voice barely above a whisper, "What…What did I…ever do to you?" but I am heard it's so quiet.

"You were born." Aion hisses lowly, not turning around from where he is turned, then he orders me in a voice at normal volume to pick up the glass. When I hesitate to do as he orders he reminds me, "Don't forget I can hurt him." we both know who him is. Christopher Rozet.

I promptly start to pick up the said glass. The glass that I've already picked up is in my left hand, which is resting on the floor, my right hand is picking up the pieces of glass that is strewn about next to the recliner. Abruptly I feel a sharp pain in my closed left hand. Genie's foot is on my hand and the glass is digging into my flesh. I feel the glass cut into my skin but I grit my teeth and don't say anything as he passes by and feigns an innocent smile saying, "Opps. Sorry. Accident." I finish picking up the remaining pieces of glass and walk towards the only trash can I see. My hand is dripping blood now, but I don't care. I just want to get out of here and wake up to find this was all some horrible dream.

I move quickly now to the door and turn the doorknob but before I can step out I'm hit hard in the calf with something. I stagger but don't dare to look behind me. I walk quickly away from building G room 310 and across the grass, trees, and sidewalk towards my own dorm building and to the comfort of my room. Room 450.

I knock with my left hand, forgetting it is hurt, and wince and walk in when I hear no answer.

I look around to see if Christopher's asleep. He's not even here. 'Thank God.' I think as I think of the horrified look on his face if he saw me like this and all the questions he would ask. I would never be able to answer them all. At least not very honestly.

The thought of him worrying about me makes me smile inwardly and feel comforted somehow, but I know. I know he'd never worry about someone like me, even if I worry so much about him. It's just one-sided worry…unrequited…love?

Now, in the safety my dorm room I can fully examine the wounds inflicted on me by Aion and Genie. I take off my shirt and look at my self in the mirror. There's nothing serious I can see, I have some—scratch that—a lot of bruises on my body. The majority of the bruises are on my chest and back, then some on my legs and arms, I'm seriously going to hurt for a while. I notice that my left hand is still bleeding so I look at it. It's still bleeding but I don't think it's as bad as it looks.

I'll just go down to the infirmary and ask for some bandages.

…..

"Ah, Chrono Daemon. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. How did you do this to your hand?"

I looked at the man who had asked me that, Father Ewan Remington my math teacher, who apparently also works in the infirmary in the evenings.

"Oh. This? Uh…" I couldn't tell him 'oh Genie just stepped on my hand when I was picking up glass after he and Aion beat me up.' of course I couldn't, "It was…an accident. I was just picking up glass and…accidently cut myself." Well that was about half true so I wasn't totally lying.

He smiles warmly at me, "Well, just make sure you don't do that again, O.k.?" I nod my head, "O.k. good. Would you like some water?" I nod again, "Then you wait here and I'll go up front and get you a cup of water." He says as he finishes tying up the gauze bandage on my hand and gets up.

As soon as I see him disappear I turn back to the shelves stacked with more gauze bandages. I grab five random rolls of the bandages and stuff them into my backpack. I have a feeling I'm going to need them.

Father Remington is back with a cup of water which he hands to me. I take it and drink slowly, trying to act inconspicuous. When I finish with the water I thank him slinging my back pack over my right shoulder then tell him I'll throw the cup away on my way out. I put on a smile and walk out.

…..

"Kurono?" a slurred voice say. Then I hear the door to my room creak shut.

I get up to see if it's Rozet. It is. And it smells like he's had one too many drinks. Again. This is not the first time this has happened since he started hanging out with Joshua and his friends. And not for the first time either I wonder what kind of influence Joshua and his friends have on Rozet. Rozet doesn't seem the drinking type and he always complains to me on how horrible the beer and alcohol taste so why would he drink? He usually ends up throwing up and getting a horrible hangover in the morning, too.

"Rozet-a?" I question, "Did you drink again?"

"Kurono? Mmh. Yeah. Jus' a little" he says. Not by the way he's talking. I hurry towards him as he starts stumbling towards my bed.

OMMFFF

I catch him just in time, but in the process I have fallen onto my back as Rozet lands on top of me. Quite a compromising position, and a familier one too. I remember the first time he got drunk. He came home and fell on top of me too, then.

"Mm thanks…for the bed…Kurono." He mumbles as he snuggles into my chest. And I think, 'yep, definitely familiar.' I smile inwardly but know this won't last so I get up and pull him up with me. I put one of his arms around my shoulder and try to lift him the rest of the way towards his bed. And considering I'm not that much taller than Rozet this was quite the difficult task.

"Kurono," he whined, I smiled, "Gi' me back my bed." Well, how was I to do that when I was the supposed 'bed' he was talking about?

"Kurono," he drawled out my name, "Please," he emphasized, "Please gi' me back ma nice, sof' bed back." I blushed, but when I didn't offer a response he continued, "C'mon gi' me ma bed back…" he paused a moment then offered, "If you gi' it back I'll sleep with you." I blushed darker then before. He was indeed very, very drunk.

I dropped him onto his bed and fixed his blanket on him, I could still hear him whining about my taking his 'nice, warm, soft bed' away. Oh, well. He would forget all this in the morning.

"Good Night… my Rozet-a." I say not being able to resist adding 'my.'

"Good nigh'." He says, a sad pout on his lips. I'm tempted to give him back his 'bed.' But decide against it quickly, thinking of the consequences.

I stumble across the room towards my bed and I feel a pang of pain sharply slice across my chest where Rozet had landed on my chest. 'Well, at least I was right on needing more bandages.' I think as I look through the bottom of my drawer for a roll of bandage. When I find one I pull it out and hide it in my pants pocket then walk out of the room towards the boys' bathroom. I don't want Rozet to wake up and find me bandaging myself then asking questions. Questions I know I won't be able to answer truthfully, if at all.

……

--Next Morning--

"Chrono?" he asked tiredly as I walked into my room after having brushed my teeth.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"Ugh…I have a horrible headache." He emphasized 'horrible.' I chuckle and say, "Well, that's what you get for drinking so much."

"Hmph." Then his eyes widen as he looks over at me and he says, "Chrono…" so softly I think I must have imagined it but he repeats my name again, "Chrono…what-what did you do to your hand? Why is it all bandaged like that?"

Surprised by the question I look down at my hand then hurriedly hide it behind my back, "Oh?" I ask, "What do you mean?" I play dumb, maybe he'll lay off that subject…but it doesn't work like it's supposed to, instead Rozet gets up, frowning angrily, and marches up to me then harshly grabs my left hand from behind my back and pulls it up so it's level with our faces. "This." He says tightening his hold on my hand, 'ouch' I think but don't say anything, "What. Did. You. Do. To. Your. Hand?"

I look confusedly at him. I don't understand why he's so worried. "Oh?" I say softly, "That? It's…nothing." He stares intently into my eyes, it feels like he's searching my soul for the truth, "I-I just c-cut it a-accidently w-when I was p-picking up some b-broken glass." I half lied, turning to face away from him, for some reason it is much harder to lie to him than to Father Remington. This gesture seems to have saddened Rozet for he has let go of my hand and is now looking away, a sad scowl etched into his face. I want to tell him the truth, I really do, but I know it will do more harm than good, "R-really, Rozet, i-it's nothing t-to worry a-about."

"Fine." He says softly, still turned away, "But promise…"

"Yes?" I ask.

"Promise," he continues, "that you won't hurt yourself…purposely, and… that you will tell me the truth…sometime."

Surprised, I ask, "Why?"

"Because I hate being lied to…" He said, only answering half of my question, "I'd rather take the truth, good or bad, I'd rather live with the knowledge than without it. You never know, it may come in useful one day." He says, then laughs bitterly, "I learned that the hard way." he says quietly so I won't hear, but I do and I wonder what happened in his past.

RIINNNGGG

RIIIINNNNGGG

RIIINNGGG

I look around for the source of the sound. Rozet shuffles through his backpack and pulls out a ringing cell phone.

"Hello?" he asks. Then his face contorts in surprise or anger, I don't know which. And with that his promise is forgotten.

"Why did you call so early, Mother?" he asks, his voice thickly laced with sarcasm, then looks at me and turns around. For privacy I guess.

In a hushed tone he says, "No. I'm not coming back. Satella, don't ask me why I'm doing this. You and I both know why." What is he talking about? I know I'm not supposed to be listening but I listen anyway. "No!" he shouts, I pretend to have just suddenly turned my attention to him, he blushes and mouths 'sorry' then continues talking in hushed tones to the person on the phone.

"You can't do that. I'm so close. You already have themsearching for me." he pulls the phone away from his ear and looks annoyed at it, "Yes," He says sheepishly, "I do remember that I'm the…heir," He says insistently, "and I promise that when you find me I'll come back. Without a fight." He insists, "but…I have to know the truth. I have to know why…I have to. You know why I'm doing this. I've told you so many times before if I tell you again you would probably get sick." He chuckles, then softly he says with a somber face, "I was so good, though. I tried so hard, you know. I tried my hardest. And…he left." There's a long pause, "Yes. Thank you for agreeing to my terms, Satella. You know you are like my family don't you?" there's another pause, "Yeah, of course I'm going to keep my promise, Christopher's never break a promise made to either friend or foe." He chuckles again, "Yeah. O.k. bye."

I immediately turn my head around and start digging through my backpack. I can feel his eyes on my back so I turn around, "That your mother?" I ask.

He rubs his neck, "You can say that." I don't understand but I don't ask him what he means, instead I turn on the T.V. when he walks out of the room to go brush his teeth, and wonder who this Satella person is. Maybe it's her sister? Oh, well, I'll ask her someday, maybe. I turn to watch the news. Today is Monday, we have late classes and I have nothing better to do so Good Morning America it is.

"Now we go to Diane Sawyer for the progress report for our feature story on the disappearance of the heiress to the jewel and fashion company, Jewel Witch Incorporated."

"That was Sam Champion with the weather. Thank you, Sam. And now for the progress report on our feature storyBut for those of you who haven't been following the story, the heiress to Jewel Witch Incorporated had suddenly gone missing three weeks ago yesterday from her San Francisco home, just before she was to start school again. At the time the present president to Jewel Witch Incorporated was out at a conference in Brazil. At first it was thought that she was kidnapped but after one week of no ransom note or any signs at the home of forced entry, police now think she has run away. The president of the company thinks this is more likely because she say, 'My daughter has learned and earned a black belt in kung fu amongst that, she has also learned many other forms of martial arts. I believe my daughter has a sharp mind, too, and it would be close to impossible to force her into submission.'"

"The current president of Jewel Witch Incorporated, Miss Harvenheit, has also just requested that no news or information station should give out her daughters' name, which is very well because Miss Harvenheit has done a very good job at concealing the heiress name or whereabouts since birth. She said she was only forced to reveal her that her daughter was missing because she was truly worried for her safety. She also said that now that there are no signs of forced entry she is not quite so worried anymore. She says she knows her daughter will come home when she is ready BUT she says that if when her daughter comes home she has been harmed in any way, the person who hurt her will greatly regret it."

"So far, though, there has been no sign of Miss Harvenheit's daughter. Nor are there any sightings of her. She certainly is good is at concealing her trail if she ran away. We wish Miss Harvenheit the best and hope she finds her daughter soon. And if you're out there watching this, Miss Harvenheits' daughter, please stay well and get home to your mother soon. She asks us to tell you that she greatly misses you and that she also hopes you will come home soon. This is Diane Sawyer—"

I turn off the T.V. and look at the calendar on the wall, it says: September 17, 2007. So she disappeared on September 2nd. I look at my alarm clock, it reads: 7:24 a.m. Classes would start soon. I had to get my stuff together. I bent down to look under my bed for anything I might have misplaced and felt a pang like a knife had gone through my hand. I ignored it, instead looking for the textbooks I was pretty sure I had stuffed under there. What a coincidence that Rozet would arrive right after that rich persons' daughter disappeared. But there are no such things as coincidences, are there.

--CHAPTER FOUR END--

A/N: Um...about the name thing. Chrono will explain himself in the next few chapters, hopefully. Christopher Rozet will also be known, and mostly called, by Chrono: Rozet-a. The little 'a' will hopefully also be explained in the next chapters. Also, when it's Rosette's POV it will say (Rozet's POV) at the top, instead of (Christopher's POV) hopefully that doesn't confuse you guys too much. Hope you guys liked this chapter and...Review!