AN:/ I'm not happy with this chapter. I started it with the full intention of showing you guys exactly how Chase and Kimiko first met in my continuity. Then I was dragged to a party that I couldn't leave. As an introvert, parties are really draining for me, but my mum doesn't care and claimed I just needed to socialize more. When I finally got back from the party late last night, I couldn't remember where I was going with this chapter and then this mush came out...On the brightside, I did finish a Chamiko picture that I posted on my DeviantArt. Anyways, let's hope I get my muses back in time for the next chapter. Right now, my OC seems to want to say hi properly, but I really don't want to write her story right now, so I guess it's off to Random dot org to pick an episode.

Chapter Summary: The Night of the Sapphire Dragon, Chase was busy mentally freaking out, although only one person was witness to this.


"Rosella!" Chase yells as he stomps into the kitchen where said tiger is in human form, brewing his daily potion. Honestly, he was quite happy with her presence, since it meant he would spend less time brewing potions and more time practicing his fighting forms.

She looks up from the small cauldron as she answers, "Yes, Master Chase?" Then she returns her watchful eye on the simmering pot and brushes a lock of her dark hair out of her brown eyes.

"I dropped by the temple to somehow let them know how idiotic they were about thinking the Sapphire Dragon was really a Black Dragon. I found the Dragon of Fire walking towards the apprentice bedrooms with said dragon in hand, and decided to tell her that the Shen Gong Wu was not all it seemed, and to just hide it away and forget about it, but I stayed hidden in the shadows, and even used a glamour to help hide myself." He folds his arms behind his back; left on top of right. He was ready to use the mouse, but he didn't, not yet.

"Then the monks will throw the Sapphire Dragon back into a volcano?" Her voice is confused. She is used to him coming into her kitchen often to complain about this or this after using the Shen Gong Wu he has hidden in his sleeve. She hardly ever asks questions of him. She'll ask about the people in his rants, but never ask about him unless he was being an idiot or silently asks her to do so.

"I don't know, right now, I don't really care. I just...she saw me. At the last minute; when I teleported back home. She's not supposed to know me yet. None of them are, but the monks needed someone to tell them of their foolishness." He frowns heavily and then stares at her, waiting for her to realize his unspoken question.

A few minutes of silence passes, where she slowly stirs the potion counter-clockwise, and then adds a pinch of nightshade. When the potion turns the appropriate color and can safely be looked away from, she does so and directs her gaze to her master. "Does she know your name?"

"No. I said my piece and left."

"Did she see all of you, or just your face or your armor?"

"It was dark, I think she only saw my face. Maybe just my eyes."

"Would you be able to do it again without getting caught helping?"

"Maybe if I left a note, but no."

"Do you mind that you were caught?"

"I'm not sure."

She nods slowly at his answers. They all tell her that he really doesn't need to use the mouse, but he is addicted to using it. Hence why she has to brew him a sleep aid every day, that way his unconcious mind has to deal with and sort through any timeline differences. But she knows what he's really asking. It's not, "should I use the mouse," it is really, "for what reason should I not use the mouse?"

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. Finding her inner power, she activates it. Against the lids of her closed eyes, she sees a picture form in blurry shapes and colors. The general shape of her master and the Dragon of Fire. They're separated by something, many long and narrow, grey somethings. Then muffled voices begin to ring in her ears. She tries to make out what's being said, even as her head begins to pound from the sights and sounds. Soon, she catches a few words. First. Met. Monsoon. Not her.

Then the pain grows too much for her. She loudly groans and bends over, feeling faint from the drain on her energy. After a moment to compose herself, she opens her eyes and looks up at her master. She knows her eyes have changed color. They always do whenever she uses this power; they turn gold like her master's eyes, but they always return to normal after a few hours. Even so, because of the pain, she tends to not use it.

"Master..." She gasps, before taking another deep breath and speaking again. "I believe, letting her know at least your face, before you introduce yourself properly, can only help you."

"Thank you, Rosella." Chase grins at her and begins to turn around to walk out, when he remembers something, and turns his head back towards his loyal servant. "I won't be needing that tonight. Feel free to take it and have a few hours to yourself."

"Yes, sir, thank you, sir." Rosella bows her head and returns to attending to the sleep potion, still a tad out of sorts.

Chase frowns in her direction before continuing his walk out of the kitchen and towards his bedroom. He won't be having a dreamless sleep, but perhaps it's for the better. He hasn't slept without that potion in a few months, he's almost forgotten what it's like to not already know how a dream will turn out.

And she does need it more than him right now. If nothing else, Chase always took care of his cats. Even when they weren't presently a cat.


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