Hi people! Really, really sorry for not updating sooner, the next chapters I promise will come sooner. I have to say… THANK YOU for your reviews. I'm not used for people to review my work, and it feels good to have people actually read my writings. (thank you Jessica!) and thank you for the e-mails, (some were to kick my butt to update sooner…. I need that sometimes ^_^) well anyway, I hope you guys like this chapter. I'm keeping with my motto: longer fanfic chapters is better ^_^

Oh by the way, this fanfics iisn't close to be over.

Chrono cross is….. MINE, there I said it.. who's going to tell on square now ah mates! If ya do I'll kick all your arses to the moons!

(joking, hehe)

Ok, ok this is my last little note (sorry) to someone who e-mailed my to tell him about the ending. I tried to but when I e-mailed you back, it said that you don't accept e-mails from my address ????? sorry! I wrote such a long explainatin too -_-;

Radical Dreamers, Chapter 4

She had twisted her hair up into a bun. Her golden locks were tied so tightly that they barely blew with the wind, when the air moved around her. She just kept walking. She didn't truly care where. She felt so stupid and dense. Her heart felt hollow, and heavy, weighing her whole heart. Her pace was slow, like a ticking of a clock in a silent room. The outside world was hidden away in their homes, on a Sunday afternoon. The air was cold, and crisp. Many people were sitting on their couches, with a hot cup of coffee, seeing the mist of cool air twist on their windows making beautiful patterns.

       Kid had never lost hoped in all her life. When ever she was having her journeys with Serge, she never lost hope, whenever she had lost her memories whenever she felt that she was in a life threatening situation, she never lost hope. She didn't lose hope when she found out she was a clone, nothing more of a living image of a beautiful princess, and the though of not having a real birth mother. She didn't even lose hope when she was first transported in another dimension. In her heart, whenever she was searching for….him, she felt happy in the fact that her will was able to keep her memories of him alive. Now, all those happy, hopeful feelings were washed away.

       She could feeling her stitches and wounds itch form their healing from her previous fight with Viper, the viper that had no recollection of her, and had his life drain away from his impact of his fall. She couldn't remember what happened after the last battle with Lavos, but she could guess the outcome. Lavos didn't change the dimensions anymore, they were all cured from its poison, meaning, Lavos never awoke form its slumber. Schala must of turned back time. Viper, even if it wasn't the same Viper that she knew, hadn't even had any of the experiences that they should have had. If what she thought was true. Then Serge…..  Forgot her. In the end, he would still be on Opassa beach with Leena…Leena.

       Kid walked to the square of the city where cafés littered the area and people flocked everywhere to have a bite to eat or chat away under the afternoon sun. Kid felt a cool wind as two figures passed her; slowly she looked at them, seeing them under her eyelashes.  They both walked with easy steps, both having their figures intertwined with each other. Kid lifted her head higher to see the two better. Her heart skipped. One of the figures, male, whispered something to his partner, his lips brushing against her ear. Her eyes widened and she laughed sweetly, while batting him with her hand.

       Kid watched, her eyes trailing their bodies, noticing their contact.

       The man caught the girl's hand and kissed it, stopping when the girl laughed uncontrollable, and hugged him.  Their hands rolling over their backs.

       Kid couldn't help to stop looking.

       Slowly, they looked at each other, staring at themselves deeply, until, lightly, their lips meant, softly.

       Kid never had that type of contact with anyone.

       Their kiss rose in passion.

       Never…with.. Serge.

       Slowly Kid smiled, she was happy to see other people happy, having their joys blossom without a threat of Lavos.

       Without hesitation, Kid walked away, never turning back.

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       Kid sat in the moonlight on her balcony. It had been two weeks since her mussing at the square of the city, a month since her attack by Viper. She had learned to accept it, no matter what. She took a sip off of her coffee. It warmed her insides with its hot flow. Gently she arched her back and leaned her legs on the railing. She could feel the cold wood on her rear, the feeling seeping through her skin and into her bone. Kid continued to stare into the night sky. In her hand was her dagger, sliding between the old ragged cloths, which she used to clean it. The metal of the blade reflecting the light off into the night sky.

       "I WIIL, not give ya up, I told you a promise and ah intend to keep it." Truly this time, Kid understood, the reason why she smiled at the two love birds at the square. Their kiss… she….

       Wanted to share it… with Serge.

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       A bright flash of light erupted from the crystal in front of Serge. Kid could barely even squeak as the light buried itself within every crack in the room of the ancient dragonion ruin. It was hot, and Kid felt feverish. The light subsided, from within Fort Dragonia and Kid started to have her vision back. Swiftly she locked her eyes on Serge. He appeared to be fine, his hair was the same and his posture was the same. Kid had a sense, deep in her gut, telling her something was wrong. She stared back at Lynx, then at Serge. Something was wrong, but her anger towards Lynx over flooded her and ruined her reasoning. She ran to Serge, feeling her steps grow harder as she traveled to her companion. 'Are ya alright?!" Kid croaked, but before she could follow with her questioning, Serge swiftly turned on lynx, who was standing across the room. His expression was bewildered and shocked, his grip on his weapon slowly became weaker. Serge growled at the cat, but her heart was tugging the other way around, tugging her towards friendship more then hatred, friendship with a hint of something else, something warm and passionate. Serge locked his weapon at lynx crying out that they had their chance. No matter how she felt, her anger towered over her, and she complied willingly, growling and pointing her dagger at Lynx. Serge uncharacteristically attracted first and tackled lynx head on with the point of his swallow. Kid followed, slashing lightly at Lynx's side, then following it with a deeper jab and finishing off with her uppercut, her legs boosted with power and range and she leaped into the hair, flashing her dagger through Lynx. The third party member followed, attacking with their style of moves. Their faces were blurred out like a ruined watercolor picture. Serge continued, slashing Lynx with an x motion.

       Lynx could barely move form the wall of attacks. He was shocked beyond believe and could barely move. He couldn't attack the party; all he could do was to attack Serge.

       Finally Serge yelled out a battle cry, an uncharacteristic move, as his body glowed in white. White beams of light littered the area around him, as he stared at Lynx with passion. Feeling the overpowering feeling of white energy, Serge's body started to get lighter, almost like a feather. He could no longer feel the ground beneath him, as his feet graced the air, higher and higher. His view of the field became more like a birds eye view. He could feel the power exploding off of him in many beams of white light that erupted everywhere. Thousands, even million of beams erupted around Lynx, as the beams hit the cats' body. Blood spewed everywhere as Lynx was thrown into the air, as the air exploded in white magic. Lynx crashed violently onto the ground.

       It was over; Lynx was defeated and laid there, without breath. He couldn't even lift his weight off of the ground. Kid felt very weird. Her heart was screaming at her mind to look deeper into the cat's soul.

       "This is our chance!" Serge yelled

       Kid was hesitant. Her heart was pulling her at a different direction. Her feet became hard and heavy..

       "Kid, kill him! You've waited till this day, do it now!"

       Kid slowly took her dagger. Its handle feeling terribly cold against her hands. Her anger was subsiding as she stared at the cat man's eyes. Her steps were carrying her closer to his body as she kept staring at him.

       'Go on! You've waited for so long.. Kill!"

       Kid was a foot away from the cat. Her handle getting tighter with the dagger. Her heart was screaming to let go of the anger and to see his heart. To peel the layer of his appearance and see the real him.

       Serge became inpatient, he wanted this to end quickly, with an uneven pace he grabbed Kid's dagger.

       "Fine I'll do it!"

       Kid's handle with the dagger was light and so Serge easily took it. She never objected. She kept staring into those eyes.

(FLASH)

       "Do ya want me in or not? I don't have all day ya know." Said the blond beauty to the sea boy. He just stood their dumbfounded at the golden beauty who helped him defeated Solt and Pepper. She gave him a wink and grinned at him. His eyes twinkled in the sunset light as the wind blew through his blue hair. Smiling warmly he lifted his arm in the air.

       "If you don't mind" he smiled as they shook hands for the first but not the last time.

      

       "Of course I don't mind, why the hell would I be giving you help if I minded.

Kid slide walked infront of Serge, peering into his seamen eyes. They were blue, deep and calm, while her blue eyes were rough, spontanious and radical. With one hand she brushed a stray hair and grinned even more as she saw his innocent appearance. "Oh ya, NO FUNNY stuff during this journey, or else your arse will be kissing my boot!" Kid winked again.

(FLASH)

       "Oh ma god.' Kid whispered. Serge held the dagger roughly as he smiled at Lynx. Kid heart started to pound feverishly. Innocent eyes, calm eyes, seamen's eyes. Her legs were shaking as her life started to play itself backwards. The burning house. Lucca, Lynx and Harle, and her kidnap and death, all in front of her eyes. In her mind, only one sentence was screaming and playing continuously in her mind.

       IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN, IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN, LOST LUCCA, LOSING SERGE, LOSING HIM, SERGE… NO!

       Kid's legs and heart reacted before her brain did. Serge lifted his hand up to strike down Lynx when Kid ran in front, hiding Lynx behind her protective body shield. Lynx stared wide-eyed as Kid glared at Serge. "I'm not going to let this happen. I'm NOT 6 years old anymore. I WILL NOT let this crime happen, … Lucca… THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN TO SERGE" Kid thought.

 Serge stared back and closed his eyes. His hand went back down as his eyes closed. His demeanor changed and it became calm. It was eerie. It was like the calm before a storm. Kid glared at him as she mouth Lynx's name towards the real cat. Serge's head suddenly jerked back up and he plouded through towards Kid, dagger up.

 Kid hadn't had time to move, she didn't want to move. Serge, she wanted him alive.

       It felt like a knife going through butter.

       Kid's eyes squeezed shut as her head lounged on top of Serge's shoulder.

       Shock spread through the golden beauty's body.

Cold metal through hot flesh.

       Her hair flew back.

       And her dress lazily flew with the thrust.

       Blood spurted everywhere, on the walls and on Serge.

       It was such a crimson color.

       The dagger kept digging into her stomach, deeper through her organs, reaching the hilt of the blade. Blood was spraying everywhere, madly rushing through Kid's body, down her back and on top of her legs. Kid went back to stared right into Serge's eyes, never leaving her sight away as he very slowly slide the blade out of her body. Blood was everywhere, and Kid felt so much pain, but she never showed it. Her life, finally, after all those years was slipping away from her grasp.

       Serge, the real Serge… he was safe.

       With a sigh, she fell to her knees, feeling the cold stones on her scraped knees. With a thrust she fell fully on the floor, having her head bop on contact with the ground. The cold floor felt harsh against her surprising soft face. Her hair brushed gently on her forehead and her ponytail slide on the floor. Her blood drained from her body and onto the floor. All that was heard was Lynx's roar.

       Tears came out of the cat's eyes.

*    *       *

"I'm so sorry mate… so sorry…." Kid whispered. At that moment, she felt nothing, as her consciousness slide form life's grasp.

*     *      *

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…. I'm sorry mate!!!!!!!! Sorryyyyy!!!!! Dammit!" Kid screeched. She woke up with a start from her bed. Her body felt so cold and clammy. Kid jumped right out of her bed and ran through the corridors. She didn't care for the cold feeling she had when her sweaty feet slapped the wooden floor. She wanted out, and she wanted out now. She slammed through the door, and onto the cold night. The grass tingled from under her feet as she stared into the night sky.

       Her memory, THE memory. She remembered. After all this time she remembered. Lynx, in front of Serge, stabbed her. It all makes sense!

       Images of screaming Serge filled her memory. The normal, calm Serge, screaming for her, crying….

       "Why am I only remembering it now?" Kid whispered as she stared thought the veil of darkness.

*    *      *

       Kid was walking slowly, at an even pace. Her heart was everywhere. It was as if everything was coming towards her at the same time. Viper's attack, and her lost memories all seem to give kid a feeling, a feeling that she felt so deeply for the seamen. The whole reason why she was willing to "will" herself to remember her past, to search for him, to keep having hope even after she found out that Serge might have forgotten her.

       Their was also another feeling, a damn feeling about her awakened memories of her death in front of Serge, the emotion that she wasn't used to express and to received from her seamen. All this felt unnatural, unnatural for her to remember so suddenly, so quickly. 

She shook the feeling off as she rounded the corner. It was time for her to do some groceries. Yes even a small girl like her needed food. She entered the shopping mall, full of people, bobbing around and laughing. She strutted to the food shop and started to "shop" for fruit and other foods that she like or had to like. Her golden hair was uncharacteristically tied with a clip, to let her full length of hair to go down her back. She felt like letting her hair down to relieve stress. She often did that during her travels, but Serge never witnessed it. She wore a white blouse, which had its bottom buttons unbuttoned to reveal her navel, an exotic look, which she preferred.

       She wrapped her hands over an orange, to feel its tenderness and weight. The fresh feeling filled her senses. Oranges were always her favorite fruit, just like pineapples, cherries, grapefruit, strawberries, apples, blueberries, bananas, and raspberries…. Actually all fruit were her favorites. She was always a fruit person.

       She continued down the isles to the butcher. His knife sliced through the cuts of meant like butter, and chopped them in pieces, fit for a portion. She walked to the counter and looked at the fleshes. She always likes a good hunk of meat. She looked over a portion, looking for tenderness, fat, percentage of fat, to the percentage of meat and….  Kid stopped herself. She always was a picky eater. Looking at the butcher she ordered her meat and walked off, only to see a group of men eyeing her. She gave them a glance, and then walked to the diaries, and back to the counter.

       Kid sighed as she noticed the pack going behind her. If they wanted a fight, then they'll get one…. The twitch of her stitches warned her not to participate. Sighing again, she decided to do a lesser drastic approach. She gracefully turned.

       Her golden hair, shined as they were swung through the light beams. They glittered and sparkled like stars as they splashed on her face. Her eyes twinkled like blue pearls from the deep sea. She smiles as her bosoms lifted and fell to the movements of her body. Looking at them she opened her mouth and sweetly and innocently replied.

"Sorry I have a boyfriend."

The boys stared at her and grinned. The older one peering towards her and winked at her and smiled. Kid sighed.

"Can't you… hear me? arses. I have a bloody boyfriend!" With that Kid walked passed them with her groceries and twirled facing their shocked faces.

"The only part of my body touching you guys is my foot going up your arses!" Kid fumed. She walked out, having the whole shop look at her. Many of the women silently applauding her.

Once kid walked out, the feeling of saying that she had a boyfriend fully went in affect through her body.

"Boyfriend…" Kid whispered. She smiled again. A flash of her death and Serge's response flooded her mind and she winced. Even though she winced, a feeling in her heart grew. No one had ever screamed or cried for her other then Lucca. She never knew someone would.

Serge… he did.

Ring

Kid took her phone and answered. She was quite polite when on the phone. "Yes, Kid Schala Zeal here"

That name always felt weird but at the same time, so right. Ever since she found out who she was, she used it. It was the only real name that she knew

The person who called was her employer's secretary. She stated to come quickly to meet up with the man who supplied her a house and money, for her thief services. It felt weird for him to ask for a meeting. She had never actually met him nor heard him at all.

" Ah, Looks like it is as good as a time as ever, ah guess."

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Kid had walked in the halls many times before in the big building, but not in this section. This section was reserved for her boss. He carpet felt like plush, under her feet, but the walls were so cold. She opened her eyes towards the big oak doors in front of her. They were laced with many designs, but still held their cold feeling. This was it, the time when she would find out a little about her employer and the meeting to be held. No doubt it was for her services again. She knock hard on the door, very uncharacteristic for a beautiful girl. The girl opened slowly, and she walked in with dignity. Her hair was up in her normal, "Kid" fashion, with a red t-shirt open to her white cropped tank top. Her blue eyes lay in front of her to the big desk that littered the middle of the room. It was full of monuments, including the blank relic. She walked closer, but stopped when her employer came into view.

"Boss… ah' m here as you requested. Nice ta meet ya fina…."

Kid eyes grew wide, her heart went silent. Her hands fell to her side as she stared. She had never felt this way, as all her nerves reacted at the same time.

Calm

Silent

Blue eyes

No, seamen' eyes...He had seamen's eyes.

       Kid whispered…

       "Serge…."

       Serge looked at her. He had no recollection in his eyes.

To be continued

I'm very sorry, for not updating sooner. The next chapter I promise will come sooner!

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