Disclaimer: All characters belong to Square.
Author's Note: Feel free to point out any mistakes, but please do remember that is a fanfic, and it's bound to have something you didn't expect. This would probably occur after the events of Chrono Cross, but it's not really in continuity with the game.
Summary: Serge & Razzly go on their date.
... are thoughts.
The Contest, Part 2
Serge hadn't been there in quite some time, and the weeds had grown up all over the place. With one well-placed swing of his steel swallow, the plants fell away from the stone. Serge kneeled before it, carefully tracing the letters with his gloved right hand. His finger lingered on the second name, and a wistful sigh escaped his lips.
"Serge?" Pip asked quietly from behind him.
"I know, Pip." He sighed again and glanced over his shoulder. "Give me a few minutes. Please."
Pip nodded and backed away.
Serge turned back to the stone and placed a pink flower at its base. He lowered his head and whispered a few words before rising to his feet.
"Ready now?" Pip asked. "The girls will be waiting!"
Serge cleared a few more plants away with his swallow before finally following Pip away from Cape Howl. He couldn't help remembering the days when his life had actually seemed simple.
* * * * *
"Where is he?!" Razzly moaned. "Sergey never leaves without telling me!"
"Relax, Razzly," Kid said. "Serge probably just went to get ready for his date with you. Besides, it doesn't start for a few more hours." Not that you've got a chance with Serge when I'm around, anyway...
"You really think so?" Razzly asked, a glimmer of hope shining in her childlike eyes.
"Sure, why not?" Kid replied with a wink.
Harle narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "You seem very calm about zis."
Kid shrugged and let a confident smile cross her lips. "No reason not to be. I know Serge will pick me in the end. He knows better than anyone that you can only run from destiny for so long."
"And what makes you t'ink that you are his destiny?" Harle asked.
Kid smirked. "I *know* because I do. You're not the only one that can be mysterious around here."
"Touché," Harle replied with a smile. "Just remember that while Serge was in Monsieur Lynx's body, when he needed help ze most, it was I, not you, that guided him."
Kid glared at her. "And if you hadn't been working for Lynx in the first place, they never would have switched bodies! Besides, it's pretty hard to help anyone when you've got a knife in your gut!"
"And if you had been able to control your mouth, perhaps you wouldn't have gotten stabbed so many times."
With an angry growl, Kid leaped out of her seat and drew out her dagger. Harle stood up as well, a defiant smirk on her face.
"Stop it, both of you!" Razzly cried. "Sergey will be upset if you fight!"
"I certainly will."
All three women turned to the doorway. Serge stood there, a frown on his face. He tightened his grip on the swallow in his right hand. "I'm making a new rule for this little contest of yours. The next time I catch any of you fighting, the contest is over, and I don't pick anyone." With that, he walked past them and headed for his room.
Razzly took a few seconds to build up her nerve, then flew after him. "Sergey, wait!" she called.
Serge paused, but he didn't turn around. He seemed to know what she was thinking before she could ask. "Don't worry, Razz. We're still on for tonight. I just need some time alone right now."
"Oh," she said softly. "Okay."
Serge quickly entered his room and closed the door.
"Definitely got something major on his mind," Kid muttered.
* * * * *
Serge remembered falling asleep and dreaming about being trapped in Lynx's body again. He'd awakened in a cold sweat, feeling very sick. But that had been over five hours ago. Now, he was sitting on a tree stump, staring at a cup of nectar.
"What's wrong, Sergey?" Razzly asked, looking up at him. "You told me you liked nectar."
"I do," he said slowly. "I guess I'm just not hungry right now."
"Sergey, there's no point in us being here if you're not having fun." Her little face took on one of its more serious looks, one that he didn't get to see very often. "Is it my being a fairy that's bothering you?"
Serge blinked and looked at her. "What? No, of course not!"
She sighed and lowered her head. "Then...you don't find me attractive?"
"That's not it at all, Razz." Serge cupped her chin and gently raised her head. "I'm sorry I've been so distant lately, but there's a lot on my mind." He paused for a moment and smiled. "But since you're wondering, I've always thought you were beautiful."
Razzly blinked in disbelief. "Really?" she asked, a slow smile spreading across her face. "You mean that?"
Serge nodded. "You know I wouldn't lie to you."
"So...why have you been avoiding me lately?"
"Well, it's hard to think straight when you're throwing yourself at me every ten minutes. Now I've got Kid and Harle to deal with, too. There's only so much a guy can take."
Razzly blushed a little. "Sorry about that. It's just that when you first saved me from that monster so long ago, I thought we were meant to be together."
"We were, Razz," Serge replied, slipping an arm around her. "I was destined to meet all of you, sooner or later. But I think you and I were destined to be friends. I got used to having you around all the time, and I never doubted that you were one of my dearest friends. I just wish you'd stop coming onto me and realize that I couldn't care about you more."
Razzly rested her head against his chest. "I always knew there was something special about you, Sergey."
Suddenly, a smiling fairy in blue clothing popped up. "More nectar?" she asked, offering them another cup of the sweet liquid.
Razzly smiled and shook her head. "No, we're done, sister. Thank you."
The fairy nodded and vanished as quickly as she had come.
"That was your sister?" Serge asked.
Razzly looked at him, a puzzled expression on her face. Then she laughed. "Fairies don't really have divisions such as races or tribes. Each fairy thinks of all others as family. It might sound strange to you, but it's wonderful to be able to meet someone new and know you'll instantly be welcomed warmly. It's a comforting feeling."
"I imagine it is," Serge said softly. "But if that's true, why did you decide to stay with me all this time?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Razzly asked. "You're the first human I ever really felt drawn to. Besides, there aren't any male fairies, so if a fairy wants a date, she has to get one from another species. Humans were one of the most popular choices, right after demi-humans."
"So you'd like me better if I was still in Lynx's body?"
"No way! He gives me the creeps!" Razzly shivered at the thought of the diabolical cat-man. Then she reached over and patted Serge's hand. "I like you just the way you are, Sergey. Don't ever change for anyone. Especially not Kid and Harle."
Serge smiled and squeezed her shoulder. "I don't plan to, Razz. I like me, too."
* * * * *
"Zis is so nerve-racking. Why aren't zey back yet?"
"Chill out, Harle," Kid responded, absently whittling away at a woodblock with her dagger. "They'll come back when they're ready. In the meantime, you should figure out what you're going to do to keep Serge from falling for me. Not that he hasn't already."
Harle glared at her. "Just what are you doing over zere, anyway?"
Kid held up the block, which was now carved into the perfect likeness of Serge. "Just reviving an old hobby I picked up a while back. Keeps me busy, and calms me down. You should try it. Does wonders for bad attitudes."
"You would know about zat," Harle shot back. She turned to the window, and her eyes narrowed. "Zey are coming back now."
"What's so bad about that?" Kid asked, carving her initials into the bottom of her Serge statue.
"He is carrying her, like a little child. Zat makes me...uneasy."
"Well, what do you expect? She IS a fairy. And if you're so sure that Serge is yours, a little fairy shouldn't bother you." Kid smiled to herself. "Of course, she probably has a better chance with him than you do."
"Don't tempt moi," Harle warned. "I could still part ze hairs on your ignorant head before mon cheri returns."
"Yeah, and you could end up on the floor in a puddle of your own blood. So get out of my face before I kick your arse to the moons!"
Harle stared at her for a moment, sighed in frustration, and then left the room.
Kid went back to her carving, admiring the way she'd captured her beloved's image. She was still gazing at it when Serge walked in with Razzly clinging to his neck. "You two have fun?" she asked, not bothering to look up.
"We sure did!" Razzly replied as she hopped to the floor. "We went to-"
"I don't think Kid wants to hear about our date, Razz," Serge interrupted as politely as he could.
Razzly stopped. "Oh, okay." She flew into the air until she was eye level with him. "Good night, Sergey!" she sang, planting a quick kiss on his nose.
Serge cupped her face in his hands and kissed her forehead. "Sleep well, Razz."
The fairy beamed before flying into the hallway.
"So, did you and Harle manage to avoid each other?" Serge asked.
Kid looked up for the first time. "You know us better than that, mate."
"Yeah, I guess I do. What's that in your hand?"
"This?" Kid quickly tucked the statue into a pouch on her belt. "Just something I was makin' for Razzly. Thought it might cheer her up."
Serge smiled at her. "Thanks, Kid. I'm sure she'll love it."
She shrugged and stood up. "Well, I'm gonna catch up on me sleep. See you in the morning, Serge." She'd almost made it to the door when he called her name.
"Kid?"
"Yeah?"
He was silent for a moment. "Nothing."
Kid turned to look back at him. Serge sat down in a chair and planted his swallow in the wooden floor. He pulled it out and began to draw various shapes in the planks. She watched him for a few more seconds before heading to her room.
Serge leaned back in his chair and looked at what he'd drawn. He was surprised to find two eyes staring back at him. Looks...familiar, but I can't really place them just yet... He removed one of his gloves, which had grass stains on it. Curious, he rubbed the glove across the eyes. The pupils took on a greenish color, and Serge instantly knew just who the eyes belonged to.
After all this time, I still can't forget him, and what he did to us all. I wonder...is that good or bad? Serge sighed a bit and looked out of the window, gazing at the full moon as it emerged from behind dark clouds.
The End.
Hopefully, I'm getting a little better with Harle's accent. Comments, complaints, questions, whatever, are always welcome. I'm new at this still, as you can probably tell, but I'm slowly learning. Til next story!
Author's Note: Feel free to point out any mistakes, but please do remember that is a fanfic, and it's bound to have something you didn't expect. This would probably occur after the events of Chrono Cross, but it's not really in continuity with the game.
Summary: Serge & Razzly go on their date.
... are thoughts.
The Contest, Part 2
Serge hadn't been there in quite some time, and the weeds had grown up all over the place. With one well-placed swing of his steel swallow, the plants fell away from the stone. Serge kneeled before it, carefully tracing the letters with his gloved right hand. His finger lingered on the second name, and a wistful sigh escaped his lips.
"Serge?" Pip asked quietly from behind him.
"I know, Pip." He sighed again and glanced over his shoulder. "Give me a few minutes. Please."
Pip nodded and backed away.
Serge turned back to the stone and placed a pink flower at its base. He lowered his head and whispered a few words before rising to his feet.
"Ready now?" Pip asked. "The girls will be waiting!"
Serge cleared a few more plants away with his swallow before finally following Pip away from Cape Howl. He couldn't help remembering the days when his life had actually seemed simple.
* * * * *
"Where is he?!" Razzly moaned. "Sergey never leaves without telling me!"
"Relax, Razzly," Kid said. "Serge probably just went to get ready for his date with you. Besides, it doesn't start for a few more hours." Not that you've got a chance with Serge when I'm around, anyway...
"You really think so?" Razzly asked, a glimmer of hope shining in her childlike eyes.
"Sure, why not?" Kid replied with a wink.
Harle narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "You seem very calm about zis."
Kid shrugged and let a confident smile cross her lips. "No reason not to be. I know Serge will pick me in the end. He knows better than anyone that you can only run from destiny for so long."
"And what makes you t'ink that you are his destiny?" Harle asked.
Kid smirked. "I *know* because I do. You're not the only one that can be mysterious around here."
"Touché," Harle replied with a smile. "Just remember that while Serge was in Monsieur Lynx's body, when he needed help ze most, it was I, not you, that guided him."
Kid glared at her. "And if you hadn't been working for Lynx in the first place, they never would have switched bodies! Besides, it's pretty hard to help anyone when you've got a knife in your gut!"
"And if you had been able to control your mouth, perhaps you wouldn't have gotten stabbed so many times."
With an angry growl, Kid leaped out of her seat and drew out her dagger. Harle stood up as well, a defiant smirk on her face.
"Stop it, both of you!" Razzly cried. "Sergey will be upset if you fight!"
"I certainly will."
All three women turned to the doorway. Serge stood there, a frown on his face. He tightened his grip on the swallow in his right hand. "I'm making a new rule for this little contest of yours. The next time I catch any of you fighting, the contest is over, and I don't pick anyone." With that, he walked past them and headed for his room.
Razzly took a few seconds to build up her nerve, then flew after him. "Sergey, wait!" she called.
Serge paused, but he didn't turn around. He seemed to know what she was thinking before she could ask. "Don't worry, Razz. We're still on for tonight. I just need some time alone right now."
"Oh," she said softly. "Okay."
Serge quickly entered his room and closed the door.
"Definitely got something major on his mind," Kid muttered.
* * * * *
Serge remembered falling asleep and dreaming about being trapped in Lynx's body again. He'd awakened in a cold sweat, feeling very sick. But that had been over five hours ago. Now, he was sitting on a tree stump, staring at a cup of nectar.
"What's wrong, Sergey?" Razzly asked, looking up at him. "You told me you liked nectar."
"I do," he said slowly. "I guess I'm just not hungry right now."
"Sergey, there's no point in us being here if you're not having fun." Her little face took on one of its more serious looks, one that he didn't get to see very often. "Is it my being a fairy that's bothering you?"
Serge blinked and looked at her. "What? No, of course not!"
She sighed and lowered her head. "Then...you don't find me attractive?"
"That's not it at all, Razz." Serge cupped her chin and gently raised her head. "I'm sorry I've been so distant lately, but there's a lot on my mind." He paused for a moment and smiled. "But since you're wondering, I've always thought you were beautiful."
Razzly blinked in disbelief. "Really?" she asked, a slow smile spreading across her face. "You mean that?"
Serge nodded. "You know I wouldn't lie to you."
"So...why have you been avoiding me lately?"
"Well, it's hard to think straight when you're throwing yourself at me every ten minutes. Now I've got Kid and Harle to deal with, too. There's only so much a guy can take."
Razzly blushed a little. "Sorry about that. It's just that when you first saved me from that monster so long ago, I thought we were meant to be together."
"We were, Razz," Serge replied, slipping an arm around her. "I was destined to meet all of you, sooner or later. But I think you and I were destined to be friends. I got used to having you around all the time, and I never doubted that you were one of my dearest friends. I just wish you'd stop coming onto me and realize that I couldn't care about you more."
Razzly rested her head against his chest. "I always knew there was something special about you, Sergey."
Suddenly, a smiling fairy in blue clothing popped up. "More nectar?" she asked, offering them another cup of the sweet liquid.
Razzly smiled and shook her head. "No, we're done, sister. Thank you."
The fairy nodded and vanished as quickly as she had come.
"That was your sister?" Serge asked.
Razzly looked at him, a puzzled expression on her face. Then she laughed. "Fairies don't really have divisions such as races or tribes. Each fairy thinks of all others as family. It might sound strange to you, but it's wonderful to be able to meet someone new and know you'll instantly be welcomed warmly. It's a comforting feeling."
"I imagine it is," Serge said softly. "But if that's true, why did you decide to stay with me all this time?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Razzly asked. "You're the first human I ever really felt drawn to. Besides, there aren't any male fairies, so if a fairy wants a date, she has to get one from another species. Humans were one of the most popular choices, right after demi-humans."
"So you'd like me better if I was still in Lynx's body?"
"No way! He gives me the creeps!" Razzly shivered at the thought of the diabolical cat-man. Then she reached over and patted Serge's hand. "I like you just the way you are, Sergey. Don't ever change for anyone. Especially not Kid and Harle."
Serge smiled and squeezed her shoulder. "I don't plan to, Razz. I like me, too."
* * * * *
"Zis is so nerve-racking. Why aren't zey back yet?"
"Chill out, Harle," Kid responded, absently whittling away at a woodblock with her dagger. "They'll come back when they're ready. In the meantime, you should figure out what you're going to do to keep Serge from falling for me. Not that he hasn't already."
Harle glared at her. "Just what are you doing over zere, anyway?"
Kid held up the block, which was now carved into the perfect likeness of Serge. "Just reviving an old hobby I picked up a while back. Keeps me busy, and calms me down. You should try it. Does wonders for bad attitudes."
"You would know about zat," Harle shot back. She turned to the window, and her eyes narrowed. "Zey are coming back now."
"What's so bad about that?" Kid asked, carving her initials into the bottom of her Serge statue.
"He is carrying her, like a little child. Zat makes me...uneasy."
"Well, what do you expect? She IS a fairy. And if you're so sure that Serge is yours, a little fairy shouldn't bother you." Kid smiled to herself. "Of course, she probably has a better chance with him than you do."
"Don't tempt moi," Harle warned. "I could still part ze hairs on your ignorant head before mon cheri returns."
"Yeah, and you could end up on the floor in a puddle of your own blood. So get out of my face before I kick your arse to the moons!"
Harle stared at her for a moment, sighed in frustration, and then left the room.
Kid went back to her carving, admiring the way she'd captured her beloved's image. She was still gazing at it when Serge walked in with Razzly clinging to his neck. "You two have fun?" she asked, not bothering to look up.
"We sure did!" Razzly replied as she hopped to the floor. "We went to-"
"I don't think Kid wants to hear about our date, Razz," Serge interrupted as politely as he could.
Razzly stopped. "Oh, okay." She flew into the air until she was eye level with him. "Good night, Sergey!" she sang, planting a quick kiss on his nose.
Serge cupped her face in his hands and kissed her forehead. "Sleep well, Razz."
The fairy beamed before flying into the hallway.
"So, did you and Harle manage to avoid each other?" Serge asked.
Kid looked up for the first time. "You know us better than that, mate."
"Yeah, I guess I do. What's that in your hand?"
"This?" Kid quickly tucked the statue into a pouch on her belt. "Just something I was makin' for Razzly. Thought it might cheer her up."
Serge smiled at her. "Thanks, Kid. I'm sure she'll love it."
She shrugged and stood up. "Well, I'm gonna catch up on me sleep. See you in the morning, Serge." She'd almost made it to the door when he called her name.
"Kid?"
"Yeah?"
He was silent for a moment. "Nothing."
Kid turned to look back at him. Serge sat down in a chair and planted his swallow in the wooden floor. He pulled it out and began to draw various shapes in the planks. She watched him for a few more seconds before heading to her room.
Serge leaned back in his chair and looked at what he'd drawn. He was surprised to find two eyes staring back at him. Looks...familiar, but I can't really place them just yet... He removed one of his gloves, which had grass stains on it. Curious, he rubbed the glove across the eyes. The pupils took on a greenish color, and Serge instantly knew just who the eyes belonged to.
After all this time, I still can't forget him, and what he did to us all. I wonder...is that good or bad? Serge sighed a bit and looked out of the window, gazing at the full moon as it emerged from behind dark clouds.
The End.
Hopefully, I'm getting a little better with Harle's accent. Comments, complaints, questions, whatever, are always welcome. I'm new at this still, as you can probably tell, but I'm slowly learning. Til next story!
