Disclaimer: I'm MISOGIRL!! Not Daisuke Moriyama. . . as always.
Author's Note: Here's the last chapter! I know I said there's gona be ten chapters but I'm getting bored with this one . . . Don't cry people . . . there's other Chrono Crusade fanfictions I got people. Anyhoo, I'm not fallowing up on this one with a sequel. If you wana do one, then your welcome to give it a go. Man! Do I have lots of drawing to do. Not only I got to draw about 22 kids but I have to draw the three girl from the detached villages as well . . . I have to come up with a new name 4 the boy freak. Any thought out there? It doesn't have to be Japanese ye know! Any name you think is cool or unusual is fine.
Naruto: Get working on my story!!
MisoGirl: Your not in it yet . . .
N: WHAT?! (jumps on top of MisoGirl's computer)
MG: Get off that!
N: How can't I be in the story?! I'm the main charter!!
MG: I'm introducing a OC at the moment.
N: (reads what's down so far) She's b-- and has a weird metal b--thing! She's in the -- village, get to Konoha all ready! And . . . why are there dashes when I'm talking?
MG: No one likes spoilers Naruto . . . That and doesn't show stars . . .
N: But–but . . .
MG: AND she's not weak just 'cause she tinny, not only that but she also plays an important part in both stories.
N: What? I said weird . . . and that was about the b--. . .
MG: Ya . . . there's two story basic arches. Not to mention that she basically convinces a certain someone to get a brain.
N: Who?
MG: Someone close to you.
N: . . . Iruka sensei?
MG: (throws Naruto back into the closet) I'm never speaking to idiots again.
Iruka: (walks out of closet) . . . uh . . . Hi?
MG: (stares) . . .
I: Was Naruto here?
MG: (stares) . . . (stares) . . . That does it. I'm gona charge people 4 using that thing from now on.
Triple Treat
Chapter Nine
Return of the One
The two Rosettes caused just as much trouble as the three did for the past month. One was so kind that it teeters the point of sweet n' annoyance and the other just punched who ever looked at her the wrong way. They were given missions that no one else wanted, like false alarms and soup runs. Chrono hade enough of old ladies pinching his cheeks and calling him plum n' dumpling. He didn't like being treated like a small child, considering he sleeps with the two Rosettes every night and ravish them at lest two nights a week.
He glanced over at the good driving Rosette as they escaped pinching fingers of the elderly and homeless. He would of broken some fingers if he wasn't caught in the vice like grip of grandmas.
"Good grief . . ." He slumped into his set and rubbed his sore cheeks.
"Tell me about it." The Rosette in the back huffed out still rather tweaked that she spent the afternoon dodging old men's hands. "Does Elder live with them or what?"
"You think you had it bad. I was pocked and prodded at like an ester ham!" The little demon whined.
"Shut up."
"You shut up."
"No you shut up."
"NO! You shut up."
"NO! YOU shut up."
"No! YOU shut up!"
"YOU SHUT UP!"
"YOU SHUT UP!!"
"YOU SHUT UP!!"
"YOU SHUT UP!!"
"YOU SHUT UP!!"
"YOU SHUT UP!!"
"YOU SHUT UP!!"
"YOU SHUT UP!!"
"YOU SHUT UP!!"
"YOU SHUT UP!!"
"YOU SHUT UP!!"
"YOU SHUT UP!!"
"YOU SHUT UP!!"
"YOU SHUT UP!!"
"YOU SHUT UP!!"
"YOU SHUT UP!!"
"YOU SHUT UP!!"
"YOU SHUT UP!!"
"YOU SHUT UP!!"
"YOU SHUT UP!!"
"Both of you SHUT UP!!" The driver exploded as she slammed on the brakes. She shot a fierce glare on the bickering two with her tiered eyes. "And get out, we're home!" The woman practically leaped out of the window.
The demon and her other self fallowed after her, still grumbling under their breaths. "I'm going to take a shower." The exhausted woman in front announced. She threw and still toweling off Edward out of the bath room and shut the door behind her.
"Don't even think of it! Your clones already beat you to it!!" The equally exhausted girl next to the demon shouted. "I'm gona shower too." She snatched elder's towel and marched into the bathroom with her twin.
Elder stood there wet and nude in a frozen state of shock, wile Chrono went to find a knife big enough to gouge his eyes out with.
That night wasn't any better. The girls were still cranky, so much so that Chrono hade to find refuge on the couch downstairs. When morning came the demon woke with chattering teeth and numb skin.
Warming up with a home brew cup of joe, the little devil pulled the blankets over his head and slightly wondered where his woman(men) were, as the aged scientist. "Is it just me or has Rosette gained weight?"
The devil turned to him and glared at the old man through the quilt. "My woman isn't fat." He hissed as his eye gleamed red.
"I'm not saying that, it's just–"
"She's not fat."
"I know. It's just isn't getting puggie down–"
"She's not fat."
"I'm not saying she's fat–"
"She's not fat."
"I know!" The old man sighed pinching his nose. "I'm not thinking 'pig fa–"
"She's not fat."
"Ya, I kn–"
"She's not fat."
"Chrono . . ."
"She's not fat."
The Elder sweat dropped as his tiered eye shrunk into slits.
"She's not fat."
His eyebrow twitched.
"She's not fat."
"Is she stressed?"
"She's not fat." The demon continued like a broken record. " . . . and maybe."
"I see . . ." The old man breathed. "The slow pace kind of work she's getting lately isn't in her comfort zone, now is it?"
"Ya . . . Rosette's like a Buda when everything around her is going to hell in a hand basket." The lilac haired demon blushed a like pink.
"Chrono! I got your porridge." The young lady hopped inside balancing a breakfast tray.
"You're not fat." The demon blurted.
The woman stared dazed at him as she set the tray in front of him. "Uh . . . thank you?"
"That was out of no were . . ." The second Rosette used as she came in carrying a fresh pot of coffee. "Were you saying that I was fat before I got in?" She raised an eye brow to the little devil.
"Chrono wouldn't say that."
"He would, he is stupid you know . . ."
"No he's not!"
"Yes. He is."
"No he's not!"
"Yes. He is."
"No he's not!"
"Yes. He is."
"No he's not!"
"Yes. He is."
"No he's not!"
"Yes. He is."
"No he's not!"
"Yes. He is."
"No he's not!"
"Yes. He is."
"No he's not!"
"Yes. He is."
"No he's not!"
"Yes. He is."
"No he's not!"
"Yes. He is."
"No he's not!"
"Yes. He is."
"No he's not!"
"Yes. He is."
"If I say he's not, he's not stupid!!"
"Alright, alright . . . he's not." The coffee baring Rosette sighed. "You are you know." She said facing him.
"Oi!!"
"I was only saying that the stress is getting to you, and your body's storing fat for energy." The Elder huffed out, waving his hand in front of his face.
The cold stares he received made the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. The glares in the three sets of eye told different but equally chilling stories. One Rosette eyes said how could you say that, as the other merely shouted I kill you. As for Chrono he was clearly saying he wasn't going to come to his rescue any time soon.
A smash of a plate made everyone jump and turn to the sound. "I kill you." The twin who wasn't topping off the demon's coffee lunged at the aged scientist. He and the other twin screamed bloody Mary as the devil simply sipped his joe and toned out the situation.
Roette tackled Rosette just in time fore the elder to jump out the window to safety. "Don't!" She squeaked like a lost puppy.
"I'm not fat! She is." Rosette screeched having one to meany kittens pointing at her mirror image. With those two little words the cat fight of the century broke out in the small little hut on the Order's grounds.
"This blend is perfect." The small demon hummed in his happy place and not intending to leave anytime soon.
TWO WEEKS LATER
Since the intendant in the hut that morning, when ever someone breathed the word 'fat' they'll get one or both Rosettes skinning them alive. Sister Kate ordered both Rosettes to get a physical when the report came in that over half of the third class exorcists hanging upside-down in and around the chapel in nothing but their under clothing.
Chrono one the other hand seemed to be on cloud nine at the moment. Wether it was from the causal sex or the fact that he was free from little old ladies and their pinching fingers. What ever it was he was currently humming a happy tone and clipping his toenails as Azmaria and Father Remington walked up carrying trays of seedlings.
"Hay! Chrono!" The albino girl chirped with a soft pink blush dusting her cheeks, the only success of cosmetics she's ever hand. He nodded to their direction and continued to cut his nails on the stone steps with a discarded mustache trimmer. "Aren't you worried about Rosette?" The girl asked as he responded by shaking his head. "Really? Well I can't help but to do that . . . first the vomiting then the weight gain . . ."
"She's not fat." The demon like a broken record. "Wait . . . what?" He turned to her his eyes wide.
"She was puking?" The reverend asked stunned.
"Well . . . yes. Every day, but she'll get better around nine or ten in the morning. If I didn't know any better I'll say she's–" the clueless girl paused in mid-sentence as both of her company jolted.
The wheels began to spun in the mens head. Chrono's eye spun as steam whistled out of Ewan Remington's ears. Pregnant?!
"What?!" The increasingly dumb-ing girl squeaked. "Rosette isn't married yet . . ."
The little demon shot off to medical center, oblivious to the Father's murderous hands grasping at his skinny little neck. He reached the door when he heard the screams of bloody murder. He fallowed the sounds of numerous crashes and practically ran over the doctor.
"What happened?!" The demon grabbed the taller man's collar.
"They–" The doctor said a bit winded. "All I did was told them was there were with child and . . . she . . . one she . . . fainted." He pointed to a single Rosette toppled over in her set still clinging to the curtain with it's broken rod.
END
Final Thoughts: All over! Not gona be a prolog, or sequel. Not doing one. Keep an eye out 4 my new work and updates on old/courant ones. Probably gona draw short doujishins n' post them on DA, so check it out there!
I: Am I gona be in some?
MG: . . . Sure! Why not?
N: NEXT UP IS ME! CHA! (punches air)
MG: Ya Ya. You're in the second chapter there bub.
N: WHAT?! (falls off ceiling)
MG: I am not talking to a dube.
N: . . . Every one of my fans, stop reading her work! She's an evil woman! I put money on her having an Orochimaru shrine in the basement!!
MG: I gut pedophiles. I don't worship them . . .
N: You what now?
I: I think she means that metaphorically.
MG: . . . ya . . . right . . .
N: (stares)
I: (stares)
MG: (stares) . . . stay out of my basement.