Time's Children
by Id_42 (Id_42x@hotmail.com)
One thing I feel I should mention is that in this fic, Crono talks. This is because I hold to the theory that he's not really a mute, and doesn't talk in the game for effect- if he doesn't talk, the player relates to him more. *shrugs*
This is my first attempt at a serious fic, so if it sucks, that's why. Any comments would of course be welcome. ^_~
This is also a work in progress. Not only is this all I have done (well, I might not have uploaded a chapter or two at any given time.. but my chapters are short), but I'll also probably edit what's here at least a couple of times. So if you notice anything that.. I don't know, sounds awkward or out of place or something, please tell me. ^_^
Please note: for the most part, I don't own these characters. I certainly don't own the world. The one character as of yet that *isn't* owned by Square is Raine, and I took her name from another Square game anyway. I'm just borrowing these characters, and I'll return them alive.. mostly. Don't sue; I'm broke. ^^;
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Crono sat at his desk, working on his household's finances. It was boring work, but he was happy. Living here (which happened to be a small house in Guardia) with his wife and daughter was his idea of paradise. He scribbled away happily, frowning occasionally as he stopped to do some calculation. To his right, a console lit up, one of Lucca's contraptions. Her face appeared on the small screen.
"Crono, it's time for lunch," said the miniature face.
"On my way," he replied, and left the office, humming.
Lucca and Raine were already at the table when Crono got there, chatting idly as they waited for him to arrive. From the sound of it, Raine was having trouble with her math studies again, and Lucca was trying to help her. A plate was set at his place at the table, with what appeared to be a roast rolly sandwich, Lucca's specialty, sitting on it. As he sat down, she smiled at him.
"So, what have you been up to today?" she asked.
"Oh, just some office work. It's boring, but I suppose it has to be done.. work before play, and all that," he said around a mouthful of sandwich.
"Nothing strange from the chronograph, right?"
Crono looked puzzled. "Of course not. Why, is something wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong," she said as she went back to her meal. "I just saw something strange last night.. it was probably nothing, though. Just a glitch, I'm sure."
"Yeah, that's probably what it was," he replied.
Raine piped up. "Dad, we're still on for my lesson this afternoon, aren't we?"
"Of course. Been practicing your forms?"
"Yeah!" she said. "But I've been having trouble with Heron Wading in the Rushes."
"Well, that's a tough one," he laughed. "I'll help you with it after lunch."
Crono stood across from his daughter in the practice yard, wooden katana in hand.
"Okay, let's start out with some sparring. Show me what you've got."
"Sure!" smiled Raine, assuming a fighting stance. Crono flew at her, bringing his weapon down. She parried with a loud crack of wood on wood. Crono twisted his wrist, preparing for a strike to the side. At that moment, his watch let out a high shriek. He withdrew and looked at his wrist: an orange light was pulsing insistently.
"I'm sorry, Raine, but this is going to have to wait," he said, and took off at a run.
The orange light wasn't actually so bad, in the grand scheme of things. If the light had instead been red, he would have grabbed Raine and fled the house, heading for the hills. As it was, he only needed to hurry to his study as quickly as possible. Still, it signified some event of catastrophic proportions, that needed to be dealt with immediately.
When he got to his study, Crono stabbed a button on the console. "What's going on?!" he demanded.
A woman's voice responded in monotone. "There has been a time stream contamination, level 5, class 2."
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by Id_42 (Id_42x@hotmail.com)
One thing I feel I should mention is that in this fic, Crono talks. This is because I hold to the theory that he's not really a mute, and doesn't talk in the game for effect- if he doesn't talk, the player relates to him more. *shrugs*
This is my first attempt at a serious fic, so if it sucks, that's why. Any comments would of course be welcome. ^_~
This is also a work in progress. Not only is this all I have done (well, I might not have uploaded a chapter or two at any given time.. but my chapters are short), but I'll also probably edit what's here at least a couple of times. So if you notice anything that.. I don't know, sounds awkward or out of place or something, please tell me. ^_^
Please note: for the most part, I don't own these characters. I certainly don't own the world. The one character as of yet that *isn't* owned by Square is Raine, and I took her name from another Square game anyway. I'm just borrowing these characters, and I'll return them alive.. mostly. Don't sue; I'm broke. ^^;
- - -
Crono sat at his desk, working on his household's finances. It was boring work, but he was happy. Living here (which happened to be a small house in Guardia) with his wife and daughter was his idea of paradise. He scribbled away happily, frowning occasionally as he stopped to do some calculation. To his right, a console lit up, one of Lucca's contraptions. Her face appeared on the small screen.
"Crono, it's time for lunch," said the miniature face.
"On my way," he replied, and left the office, humming.
Lucca and Raine were already at the table when Crono got there, chatting idly as they waited for him to arrive. From the sound of it, Raine was having trouble with her math studies again, and Lucca was trying to help her. A plate was set at his place at the table, with what appeared to be a roast rolly sandwich, Lucca's specialty, sitting on it. As he sat down, she smiled at him.
"So, what have you been up to today?" she asked.
"Oh, just some office work. It's boring, but I suppose it has to be done.. work before play, and all that," he said around a mouthful of sandwich.
"Nothing strange from the chronograph, right?"
Crono looked puzzled. "Of course not. Why, is something wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong," she said as she went back to her meal. "I just saw something strange last night.. it was probably nothing, though. Just a glitch, I'm sure."
"Yeah, that's probably what it was," he replied.
Raine piped up. "Dad, we're still on for my lesson this afternoon, aren't we?"
"Of course. Been practicing your forms?"
"Yeah!" she said. "But I've been having trouble with Heron Wading in the Rushes."
"Well, that's a tough one," he laughed. "I'll help you with it after lunch."
Crono stood across from his daughter in the practice yard, wooden katana in hand.
"Okay, let's start out with some sparring. Show me what you've got."
"Sure!" smiled Raine, assuming a fighting stance. Crono flew at her, bringing his weapon down. She parried with a loud crack of wood on wood. Crono twisted his wrist, preparing for a strike to the side. At that moment, his watch let out a high shriek. He withdrew and looked at his wrist: an orange light was pulsing insistently.
"I'm sorry, Raine, but this is going to have to wait," he said, and took off at a run.
The orange light wasn't actually so bad, in the grand scheme of things. If the light had instead been red, he would have grabbed Raine and fled the house, heading for the hills. As it was, he only needed to hurry to his study as quickly as possible. Still, it signified some event of catastrophic proportions, that needed to be dealt with immediately.
When he got to his study, Crono stabbed a button on the console. "What's going on?!" he demanded.
A woman's voice responded in monotone. "There has been a time stream contamination, level 5, class 2."
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