Title: Tiny Dancer
Author: Nikki's Gothic Raver
Category: Games/Chrono Cross
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: R
Summary: Nikki x Serge
Comments: ChronoDespair@Hotmail.Com
-Legal Junk- I don't own Chrono Cross, it's characters, ect. ect. It's all property of Squaresoft. I do, however, own this fiction. Lucky me, haha. Pleaes take the time to review after reading and let me know what you think. Flamers are always welcomed at the Triad of Time Travel. Have a nice day.
+Chapter Two+ Missing Faces...
"I cannot recall, what you said to me, or what I did that night. All I can remember, is the sound of your voice, so soft and clear."
-Experted from Pretty Psychos and Dangerous Rainbows. (c)
"Serge come back to me!" the voice cries from within the darkness.
Serge turns towards the voice. There's nothing there but night. "Who are you?" Serge yells.
"Serge, please! I need you!" the voice cries again.
"Who are you?!" Serge demands, "Where are you?! Why are you bothering me?!"
"Please...Serge...I can't live... without you... my love..." the voice slowly fades, until there's nothing but the sound of the night.
Serge takes a step forward, the ground sinks beneath him, pulling him deeper, deeper, until he's falling forever.
Gasping, Serge jerks up in his bed. A dream, only a dream.
As he rubs his eyes, he becomes aware of the fact that his entire body is covered in a sheer layer of sweat.
Serge quietly lies back down and closes his eyes, trying to fall back asleep. As he is seconds away from the sweet nothingness, a vague memory flashes through his mind like thunder, without sound.
* * * * * *
Serge is standing with two other people, people who he knows, but he can't remember who they are. One is a tall red-head with kohl-rimmed eyes and red-stained lips. He's holding a guitar, his stance is defensive. The other is a small blonde, with a white ribbon tied around his forehead, which trails down his back. In his hand is a gleaming sword, he is also in a defensive stance.
( Who are these people? Why do I feel as though I know them?)
Before the three of them stands a huge dragon, which Serge has never seen the likes of before. Its a fercious beast, who seems to want to eat the three for lunch. "What does thou seekest from me?"
(A dragon? What do I want from a dragon?)
Serge lips move, but he can't hear what he's saying.
(What?)
The dragon stares at the three for a moment, then laughs. "The Relic, eh? Thou must defeat me in order to obtain what thy seekest."
(Relic? What relic? Why do I need a relic?)
Serge unconsciensiously draws his weapons, as do the other two.
(There's no way I can beat a dragon!)
"Let's get rockin'!" the red-haired stranger cries.
(His voice! I know that voice! It's the voice from my dreams!)
"Right." the blonde boy replies, raising his sword.
(So familiar. Who are these people?!)
The battle takes mere seconds to finish. "Here, thou deserve to have this relic." The dragon throws them the relic.
(How did we beat a dragon so quickly?!)
Serge and the two nods their thanks, and begin their way out of the dragon's lair.
(Where is this place?)
Outside, they climb into a boat and begin to paddle away.
(Whose boat is that? Why do we have it?)
"You were great, Serge." the rocker says quietly.
(Huh?)
"Yeah, you too." Serge replies, trying to concentrate on paddling the boat.
(I don't even know how to paddle a fucking boat!)
The blonde boy looks from Serge to the rocker, a knowing look on his face. This is a gesture not missed by the red-haired stranger. He shoots the blonde boy a warning glance.
(What's going on?!)
"Hey, Serge.."
"Yeah, Nikki?"
"I was wonderin'.. if you weren't busy and all.. would you want to attend my concert next week?"
(What?! Is he asking me out on a date?!)
Serge thinks for a moment, "Yeah, I'm sure Kid would love it."
Nikki's face breaks, although Serge doesn't notice it.
(Did I hurt him? Who's Kid?)
The blonde man quickly sends Nikki an apologizing glance. "It's okay," he whispers.
"What'd you say, Glenn?" Serge asks, curiously.
Glenn shakes his head, "Nothing."
(He said it was okay... What's okay?)
The boat pulls up at a dock, "We're at Guldove!" Serge cries, hopping out of the boat, "Let's go find Poshul and the others!"
(Poshul?!)
Serge feels himself being drawn away from the visions. 'No!!!!' he shouts, mentally willing himself to stay. Everything begins to go fuzzy. Then nothing.
* * * * * *
"Rise and shine!" Leena says cheerfully, raising the curtains. The bright sunlight causes Serge to groan and pull the blankets over his head. "Ugh..."
Leena stands at the foot of Serge's bed, her hands on her hips, and rolls her eyes. "C'mon, sleepy head! You can't sleep your life away, you know!"
Serge closes his eyes for a moment, the visions of last night replaying in his head. He's still confused. 'Who were those people?'
"I'll be in the living room when you're ready, lazy thing." Leena says after a couple of moments, leaving Serge alone in his room.
Serge releases a sigh of relief. 'Thank god she's gone.' he thinks silently.
Serge doesn't have anything personal against Leena. He just doesn't want to spend the rest of his life with her. She's not what he's looking for, although he still has no clue what that is exactly. But, he knows he won't find what he's looking for in Leena.
Serge rises and slowly begins to get dressed. He's still convinced something's not right. There's something missing.
After a couple moments of contemplating, he decides to take a walk down to the beach. It's hard to convince Leena not to go along, but after he sends his mother a pleading glance, she asks Leena to stay behind and help her bake some cookies. Luckily for Serge, Leena quickly agrees, leaving Serge to his own devices.
At the beach, Serge sits on the sand, watching the tide go in and out, the water wetting the bottom of his sneakers.
Serge sighs, whatever is wrong, it's apperantly not at the beach. He stands and begins to walk away. After a couple of steps, his entire body freezes up and he can't move.
"Serge! Come back to me!" It's the voice from his dreams.. Nikki.. whoever he is..
Serge tries to look around, but he can't move his head at all. Suddenly, the ground opens up, and he begins to sink into the ground, "Noooo!!!" he attempts to scream, but only a small moan comes out of his mouth.
He's falling through black nothingess. Serge has no clue where he's at or what's happening. Maybe he's dead. Yes, that's it. It's got to be.
Then, he's falling from the sky. He lands at the exact place on the beach where he started out. He stares around, able to move again. Confusion fills his mind, but, seeing the sun sinking lower into the sky, he decides to think about it all later, and wanders back to Arni Village, before his mother sends out search parties.
Something's wrong in Arni Village. No one recognizes him. He tries to go into his mothers house, but he is thrown out by a stranger, who claims to have lived in the house for five years, which is impossible. Serge has lived in that house since birth.
He searches for Leena, but she's no where around. Neither is Poshul. A local at the bar suggests he try Termina, maybe he can find a clue there.
He quickly makes his way through Fossil Valley and into Termina. He wanders around, too afraid to ask people, 'Where am I? What's going on?' in fear of looking like an idiot, more so than he already does. He heads towards the docks, when a voice cries out his name, "Serge?! Is that you?!"
Serge turns around to see a blonde girl. "Serge!" she screams, rushing into his arms, "I never thought I'd see you again, mate! How in the bloody hell did you make it here?!"
Serge gently pushes the girl off of him, "Excuse me, do I know you?"
Confusion fills the girls eyes, "What are you talking about, Serge? It's me, Kid, your best mate!"
Serge shakes his head, "I've never seen you before in my life."
"Of course he hasn't," a deep voice says from behind them. They both turn to see a gray-haired man dressed in red and green, "He forgot everything that happened when he was sent back to his home world, remmeber?"
Kid studied the man for a second, then nodded, "Oh, yeah..." she answered, slowly.
Serge sighs, he hasn't got time for this. He starts to leave when the man puts a hand on his shoulder, stopping him instantly. "Wait, Serge. Both of you, come to my house. We'll try to explain everything to you."
Serge stares at the man, "Who are you?"
The man laughs, "Greco. You'll remember after a while."
Greco begins to walk in the opposite direction, with Kid trailing behind him. After a few moments, Serge shrugs and follows the two to a small house by the shrines. Inside, Greco offers them both a seat.
"Now, what's going on?" Serge demands as soon as he's settled.
Greco smiles, "This is not going to be easy to take in, but you must remember, what I am about to tell you is the truth..."
Kid nods as Greco begins his story, telling him about Serge's adventures, about switching bodies with Lynx, being reborn, all of it.
* * * * * *
"Something wrong, Nikki?" The small blonde commander asks worriedly.
"Hmm?" I ask, shaking myself from my thoughts. "No, I'm fine, Norris... really.. I'm okay..."
Norris is silent for a moment, "It seems like you're trying to convince yourself more than me." he replies quietly.
I sigh, lowering my head into my hands. "I don't want to talk about it." I say, wearily. Everyone's been asking me what's wrong. I wish they'd just leave me alone.
Norris shakes his head, "Sometimes talking about it is the best thing you can do."
"What good does talking about it do? It's not going to change anything."
"No," Norris answers, slowly, "But it might make you feel better to get it all out."
"Nothing could make me feel better.." I mutter to myself, sighing. No one understands. Well, maybe Glenn and Altena do, but that's different. I didn't tell them, they found out.
"Just give it a try?" Norris asks, obviously concerned about me.
I sigh again. 'Oh fuck it,' I think to myself, 'I might as well tell him... no sense in everyone worrying over me all the time..'
I rack my brain trying to think of how to put it into words.
"You miss Serge, don't you?" Norris asks, suddenly.
I jump, startled by his question. "What makes you think that?" I ask, suspiciously.
He shrugs, "No reason. I just figured that's what it is. Hell, we've all been a little down since he left. We all miss him."
I sigh wearily, "Yes, I do miss him.. terribly.."
Norris tilts his head to the side, studying me, "I'm sure he'll be back someday.."
"Yeah, back to Kid.." I mutter angrily. It's only after I say it that I realize what I had just spoken. My face turns a bright shade of red, and I feel like bolting through the nearest exit.
Norris lifts his eyebrows, "And who do you want him to return to, instead of Kid?" he asks, truly curious.
I rub my eyes, 'Might as well say it,' I think to myself. "I want him to return to me..."
Norris looked shocked, "You? Wait a minute...are you saying that...? You and Serge?"
I quickly shake my head, "No, it's just a one-sided thing. He loves Kid.."
Norris scrunches his eyebrows together, "How do you know that?"
I snort, "It's obvious, now isn't it?"
He shakes his head, "They always came across as just good friends to me. They never seemed or acted like a couple, as far as I knew."
"It's the part that we don't know that scares me..." I answer quietly.
Norris sighs, "Well, then.. how about you make yourself a promise?"
I raise my eyebrows, puzzled, "What promise? Huh?"
A small smile plays on Norris' lips. "When and IF Serge comes back, promise yourself that you'll tell him exactly how you feel, regardless of the possibilities, because it might be the last time you ever see him.. But, until he comes back, you'll move on with your life. I'm not saying you should forget him, just put your feelings for him on hold until you see him again."
I think about it for a moment. 'Well, he probably won't even come back.. so I guess it's worth promising.. if it'll stop Norris from worrying.'
"Okay," I reply slowly. "It's a promise."
"Good," Norris answers, nodding to himself. "Well, I guess I should get back. I've been on duty for the past 20 minutes now..."
"Oh! God! I'm sorry, I didn't know!" I cry.
Norris laughs softly, "It's okay," he replies, standing up, "It was well worth the bitching out I'll get."
I blush slightly, "'Bye, Norris."
"Good-bye Nikki, see you later."
"Yup." I reply, watching him walk away.
For several minutes, I remain there, staring out the window, into the world. 'It's not that easy.. I just can't put my feelings on hold for him.. they're too strong...'
-Legal Junk- I don't own Chrono Cross, it's characters, ect. ect. It's all property of Squaresoft. I do, however, own this fiction. Lucky me, haha. Pleaes take the time to review after reading and let me know what you think. Flamers are always welcomed at the Triad of Time Travel. Have a nice day.
+Chapter Two+ Missing Faces...
"I cannot recall, what you said to me, or what I did that night. All I can remember, is the sound of your voice, so soft and clear."
-Experted from Pretty Psychos and Dangerous Rainbows. (c)
"Serge come back to me!" the voice cries from within the darkness.
Serge turns towards the voice. There's nothing there but night. "Who are you?" Serge yells.
"Serge, please! I need you!" the voice cries again.
"Who are you?!" Serge demands, "Where are you?! Why are you bothering me?!"
"Please...Serge...I can't live... without you... my love..." the voice slowly fades, until there's nothing but the sound of the night.
Serge takes a step forward, the ground sinks beneath him, pulling him deeper, deeper, until he's falling forever.
Gasping, Serge jerks up in his bed. A dream, only a dream.
As he rubs his eyes, he becomes aware of the fact that his entire body is covered in a sheer layer of sweat.
Serge quietly lies back down and closes his eyes, trying to fall back asleep. As he is seconds away from the sweet nothingness, a vague memory flashes through his mind like thunder, without sound.
* * * * * *
Serge is standing with two other people, people who he knows, but he can't remember who they are. One is a tall red-head with kohl-rimmed eyes and red-stained lips. He's holding a guitar, his stance is defensive. The other is a small blonde, with a white ribbon tied around his forehead, which trails down his back. In his hand is a gleaming sword, he is also in a defensive stance.
( Who are these people? Why do I feel as though I know them?)
Before the three of them stands a huge dragon, which Serge has never seen the likes of before. Its a fercious beast, who seems to want to eat the three for lunch. "What does thou seekest from me?"
(A dragon? What do I want from a dragon?)
Serge lips move, but he can't hear what he's saying.
(What?)
The dragon stares at the three for a moment, then laughs. "The Relic, eh? Thou must defeat me in order to obtain what thy seekest."
(Relic? What relic? Why do I need a relic?)
Serge unconsciensiously draws his weapons, as do the other two.
(There's no way I can beat a dragon!)
"Let's get rockin'!" the red-haired stranger cries.
(His voice! I know that voice! It's the voice from my dreams!)
"Right." the blonde boy replies, raising his sword.
(So familiar. Who are these people?!)
The battle takes mere seconds to finish. "Here, thou deserve to have this relic." The dragon throws them the relic.
(How did we beat a dragon so quickly?!)
Serge and the two nods their thanks, and begin their way out of the dragon's lair.
(Where is this place?)
Outside, they climb into a boat and begin to paddle away.
(Whose boat is that? Why do we have it?)
"You were great, Serge." the rocker says quietly.
(Huh?)
"Yeah, you too." Serge replies, trying to concentrate on paddling the boat.
(I don't even know how to paddle a fucking boat!)
The blonde boy looks from Serge to the rocker, a knowing look on his face. This is a gesture not missed by the red-haired stranger. He shoots the blonde boy a warning glance.
(What's going on?!)
"Hey, Serge.."
"Yeah, Nikki?"
"I was wonderin'.. if you weren't busy and all.. would you want to attend my concert next week?"
(What?! Is he asking me out on a date?!)
Serge thinks for a moment, "Yeah, I'm sure Kid would love it."
Nikki's face breaks, although Serge doesn't notice it.
(Did I hurt him? Who's Kid?)
The blonde man quickly sends Nikki an apologizing glance. "It's okay," he whispers.
"What'd you say, Glenn?" Serge asks, curiously.
Glenn shakes his head, "Nothing."
(He said it was okay... What's okay?)
The boat pulls up at a dock, "We're at Guldove!" Serge cries, hopping out of the boat, "Let's go find Poshul and the others!"
(Poshul?!)
Serge feels himself being drawn away from the visions. 'No!!!!' he shouts, mentally willing himself to stay. Everything begins to go fuzzy. Then nothing.
* * * * * *
"Rise and shine!" Leena says cheerfully, raising the curtains. The bright sunlight causes Serge to groan and pull the blankets over his head. "Ugh..."
Leena stands at the foot of Serge's bed, her hands on her hips, and rolls her eyes. "C'mon, sleepy head! You can't sleep your life away, you know!"
Serge closes his eyes for a moment, the visions of last night replaying in his head. He's still confused. 'Who were those people?'
"I'll be in the living room when you're ready, lazy thing." Leena says after a couple of moments, leaving Serge alone in his room.
Serge releases a sigh of relief. 'Thank god she's gone.' he thinks silently.
Serge doesn't have anything personal against Leena. He just doesn't want to spend the rest of his life with her. She's not what he's looking for, although he still has no clue what that is exactly. But, he knows he won't find what he's looking for in Leena.
Serge rises and slowly begins to get dressed. He's still convinced something's not right. There's something missing.
After a couple moments of contemplating, he decides to take a walk down to the beach. It's hard to convince Leena not to go along, but after he sends his mother a pleading glance, she asks Leena to stay behind and help her bake some cookies. Luckily for Serge, Leena quickly agrees, leaving Serge to his own devices.
At the beach, Serge sits on the sand, watching the tide go in and out, the water wetting the bottom of his sneakers.
Serge sighs, whatever is wrong, it's apperantly not at the beach. He stands and begins to walk away. After a couple of steps, his entire body freezes up and he can't move.
"Serge! Come back to me!" It's the voice from his dreams.. Nikki.. whoever he is..
Serge tries to look around, but he can't move his head at all. Suddenly, the ground opens up, and he begins to sink into the ground, "Noooo!!!" he attempts to scream, but only a small moan comes out of his mouth.
He's falling through black nothingess. Serge has no clue where he's at or what's happening. Maybe he's dead. Yes, that's it. It's got to be.
Then, he's falling from the sky. He lands at the exact place on the beach where he started out. He stares around, able to move again. Confusion fills his mind, but, seeing the sun sinking lower into the sky, he decides to think about it all later, and wanders back to Arni Village, before his mother sends out search parties.
Something's wrong in Arni Village. No one recognizes him. He tries to go into his mothers house, but he is thrown out by a stranger, who claims to have lived in the house for five years, which is impossible. Serge has lived in that house since birth.
He searches for Leena, but she's no where around. Neither is Poshul. A local at the bar suggests he try Termina, maybe he can find a clue there.
He quickly makes his way through Fossil Valley and into Termina. He wanders around, too afraid to ask people, 'Where am I? What's going on?' in fear of looking like an idiot, more so than he already does. He heads towards the docks, when a voice cries out his name, "Serge?! Is that you?!"
Serge turns around to see a blonde girl. "Serge!" she screams, rushing into his arms, "I never thought I'd see you again, mate! How in the bloody hell did you make it here?!"
Serge gently pushes the girl off of him, "Excuse me, do I know you?"
Confusion fills the girls eyes, "What are you talking about, Serge? It's me, Kid, your best mate!"
Serge shakes his head, "I've never seen you before in my life."
"Of course he hasn't," a deep voice says from behind them. They both turn to see a gray-haired man dressed in red and green, "He forgot everything that happened when he was sent back to his home world, remmeber?"
Kid studied the man for a second, then nodded, "Oh, yeah..." she answered, slowly.
Serge sighs, he hasn't got time for this. He starts to leave when the man puts a hand on his shoulder, stopping him instantly. "Wait, Serge. Both of you, come to my house. We'll try to explain everything to you."
Serge stares at the man, "Who are you?"
The man laughs, "Greco. You'll remember after a while."
Greco begins to walk in the opposite direction, with Kid trailing behind him. After a few moments, Serge shrugs and follows the two to a small house by the shrines. Inside, Greco offers them both a seat.
"Now, what's going on?" Serge demands as soon as he's settled.
Greco smiles, "This is not going to be easy to take in, but you must remember, what I am about to tell you is the truth..."
Kid nods as Greco begins his story, telling him about Serge's adventures, about switching bodies with Lynx, being reborn, all of it.
* * * * * *
"Something wrong, Nikki?" The small blonde commander asks worriedly.
"Hmm?" I ask, shaking myself from my thoughts. "No, I'm fine, Norris... really.. I'm okay..."
Norris is silent for a moment, "It seems like you're trying to convince yourself more than me." he replies quietly.
I sigh, lowering my head into my hands. "I don't want to talk about it." I say, wearily. Everyone's been asking me what's wrong. I wish they'd just leave me alone.
Norris shakes his head, "Sometimes talking about it is the best thing you can do."
"What good does talking about it do? It's not going to change anything."
"No," Norris answers, slowly, "But it might make you feel better to get it all out."
"Nothing could make me feel better.." I mutter to myself, sighing. No one understands. Well, maybe Glenn and Altena do, but that's different. I didn't tell them, they found out.
"Just give it a try?" Norris asks, obviously concerned about me.
I sigh again. 'Oh fuck it,' I think to myself, 'I might as well tell him... no sense in everyone worrying over me all the time..'
I rack my brain trying to think of how to put it into words.
"You miss Serge, don't you?" Norris asks, suddenly.
I jump, startled by his question. "What makes you think that?" I ask, suspiciously.
He shrugs, "No reason. I just figured that's what it is. Hell, we've all been a little down since he left. We all miss him."
I sigh wearily, "Yes, I do miss him.. terribly.."
Norris tilts his head to the side, studying me, "I'm sure he'll be back someday.."
"Yeah, back to Kid.." I mutter angrily. It's only after I say it that I realize what I had just spoken. My face turns a bright shade of red, and I feel like bolting through the nearest exit.
Norris lifts his eyebrows, "And who do you want him to return to, instead of Kid?" he asks, truly curious.
I rub my eyes, 'Might as well say it,' I think to myself. "I want him to return to me..."
Norris looked shocked, "You? Wait a minute...are you saying that...? You and Serge?"
I quickly shake my head, "No, it's just a one-sided thing. He loves Kid.."
Norris scrunches his eyebrows together, "How do you know that?"
I snort, "It's obvious, now isn't it?"
He shakes his head, "They always came across as just good friends to me. They never seemed or acted like a couple, as far as I knew."
"It's the part that we don't know that scares me..." I answer quietly.
Norris sighs, "Well, then.. how about you make yourself a promise?"
I raise my eyebrows, puzzled, "What promise? Huh?"
A small smile plays on Norris' lips. "When and IF Serge comes back, promise yourself that you'll tell him exactly how you feel, regardless of the possibilities, because it might be the last time you ever see him.. But, until he comes back, you'll move on with your life. I'm not saying you should forget him, just put your feelings for him on hold until you see him again."
I think about it for a moment. 'Well, he probably won't even come back.. so I guess it's worth promising.. if it'll stop Norris from worrying.'
"Okay," I reply slowly. "It's a promise."
"Good," Norris answers, nodding to himself. "Well, I guess I should get back. I've been on duty for the past 20 minutes now..."
"Oh! God! I'm sorry, I didn't know!" I cry.
Norris laughs softly, "It's okay," he replies, standing up, "It was well worth the bitching out I'll get."
I blush slightly, "'Bye, Norris."
"Good-bye Nikki, see you later."
"Yup." I reply, watching him walk away.
For several minutes, I remain there, staring out the window, into the world. 'It's not that easy.. I just can't put my feelings on hold for him.. they're too strong...'
