Yaoiboy: Well, I know it's been a long time, but I was waiting to get 10 reviews before I continued.
Magus: No, he was just being lazy.
Crono: *nod*
Yaoiboy: Quiet, both of you, before I add a castration scene. *evil grin*
Crono and Magus:......
Yaoiboy: Much better. Anyhow, since everyone who responded liked my story, and since for some reason there is a shortage of this type of pairing, and well, cuz I like to write ^_^ I will finally continue. Though I have made many wishes to the contrary, Crono Trigger and all that it entails is still owned by Square. I make no claim to anything but this story. R and R PLEASE!
The pre-flight checks were extensive. Crono could NOT decipher them, especially the new ones that came along with all of Lucca's improvements. Yes, the Epoch could seat more, travel faster, and had shields and armor and weapons galore, but only Lucca could make sense of all the gauges and dials and flashing lights in the cockpit. It was no surprise then, that she was hovering behind Crono as he went down the list of the aforementioned checks.
"Fuel Core temperature...check. Shield efficiency...check. Weapon's efficiency...check. Boredom level...rising!"
Crono was able to get a few chuckles in before being smacked in the back of the head by a decidedly no-nonsense Lucca.
"Be serious Crono, these checks are crucial to avoiding unnecessary complications during flight. Remember, this is the first inter-era flight of the Epoch since the addition of the passenger section. I don't want anything to go wrong."
"I know, I know," Crono replied, unable to hide all of the impatience in his voice. He was ready to get the entire trip underway, and by the looks of it, so were all the others.
Marle, in the first of the three passenger rows, looked outside her window with a sort of longing expression. She fiddled with the strap across her chest idly, and sighed heavily every now and then. Across the aisle from her sat Frog, his overlarge golden eyes only half open, dozing. Directly behind him was Robo, who sat perfectly, inscrutably still, the metal of his body glinting from the sunlight filtering in, and the lamps in the aisle. Ayla was in the seat across from him...gnawing on her seat belt, and squirming about restlessly. In the far back row, sat Magus.
Crono was watching them all, as Lucca chattered on about this inconsistency and that while finishing up the checks for him. His eyes stopped on Magus though, and his cheeks warmed, remembering the encounter of only minutes ago, when he had almost touched the wizard. He still wondered if Magus had indeed been blushing, if he had felt something...something that Crono himself felt all the time. Looking at the man now though, wrapped in his dark plum colored cloak, eyes closed, features obscured by unnatural shadows, Crono could not imagine Magus cared about much at all. The wizard shifted, opened his eyes, and stared directly at Crono, but before anything could be discerned, Lucca tapped his shoulder and began talking.
"Crono look at this," she said, pointing to one of the various dials. She might as well have pointed at the moon."The structural integrity of the left wing junction is .00012% below maximum."
Crono blinked once, twice, then did his best to hold off laughter.
"I didn't even know there were numbers that small," he said at last, and was rewarded by a scowl from Lucca."Seriously Lucca, this is a lot of preparation for a 30 second flight. Besides, everyone is ready to gooo."
Magus watched with some amusement the frantic and concerned gestures of a seemingly perturbed Lucca, and the impatient and excited responses from Crono. He couldn't hear what they were talking about, but he didn't really care. As much as she annoyed him, Magus trusted Lucca's competence. If it was anything serious, she would take care of it. Besides that, he was more concerned with reigning in his emotions.
What emotions?, he thought bitterly. I don't even HAVE emotions! Of course, though he thought these things, he knew they weren't true. Everyone ELSE wasn't supposed to know that though, but it was definitely beginning to show. Just his presence on the ship would have given him away, if they weren't all used to him doing things out of the ordinary to fulfill some hidden agenda. Even so, he had been seriously against this trip until Crono had gone in to talk with him. Then there was the whole blushing incident, but he didn't even want to THINK about that.
All in all though, the fools probably don't suspect anything, he thought. At least, they don't expect the truth...
Abruptly, he turned his mind to other things. There were a number of new spells he had been practicing of late. Things he'd witnessed long ago when...
He sighed and changed his thoughts again. His past was no less stressful than his present. Finally, he resigned himself to practicing in his mind the incantations he had mastered, not thinking of where he'd seen them, or anything else.
After a few moments he heard the hum of the Epoch's idle engine increase in earnest to a thunderous pitch. He opened his eyes and saw Lucca had already taken her seat behind Marle, and that the previously relaxed posture of Frog had become alert. Ayla was more restless than ever. She cheered suddenly, and to the dark wizards chagrin, so did everyone else, except Robo, who only clicked and beeped.
"FINALLY," came Marle's exasperated voice from up front. " I thought I'd age to death before we got going!"
"Aye," came Frog's retort,"but it is ill advised to forgo precautions for the sake of impatience." Magus could just IMAGINE the appreciative smirk on Lucca's face.
"Alright everybody, we're off to the Millennial Fair! Woohooo!"
That from Crono. Magus had to admit, the excitement was infectious. He ALMOST smiled when he looked at that beaming red headed boy.
He could feel the Epoch rising, the thrusters vibrating the entire cabin. It was a lot different from flying on his own. The G-forces were unsettling, pushing his stomach down inside him on the rise, then pressing him into his seat after the brief respite of leveling off. The sky outside streaked past, the resulting visual like vivid blue marble. The roar of sound, though significantly subdued, was still overwhelming, and the faster they went, the louder it got.
Memory warned him of the coming jolt that accompanied the sudden thrust into hyper-speed. His eyes found Crono just as the ship's mechanisms went into overdrive, causing everything to become sluggish for an instant and blurred by the effect of overwhelming speed. The sound of space and time tearing was like a lighting storm, and then the Epoch made a sickening lurch forward as it tore into the frictionless realm of space-time. The windows were filled with a miasma of colors and lights, and Magus shut his eyes against the tremendous mixture of noise and force that assaulted him mercilessly.
There was no sound. No anything. Just the colors he saw through the windshield, the vast nothing of space-time, and the incredible G-forces that held him. He was used to it, though he had never explained it to the others. The way the speed sucked the sound away, behind him. They could all hear, but Crono was in silence. It was, and always had been, rather awe inspiring the way he watched the universe tear away into this silent chaos. He could catch glimpses of times he'd never seen, alternate realities, if only he looked hard. But he had to keep his eyes on the gauges. He would never hear them if they went off, so he had to watch the lights, just in case something happened. Though nothing ever did.
Except this time.
The light began to blink just as the ship pitched upwards and to the left. He tried to reach for the emergency stop, but the speed mixed with the sudden spinning altered the direction of the force wildly, and he just couldn't do it. Staring out ahead of him, he could see the flaming wreckage of the left wing for a blink of time each revolution. Each time it was closer, and he screamed just before it smashed into the windshield, a piece of it banging against his head, knocking him out cold.
The screaming was terrible. It was as if he were in Hell, the screams of the damned in some horrible chorus funneled into his ears. They were all screaming, frantic. The sound of the air being sucked from the ship, the sound of the metal rending and crushing inward from the decompression, the warning alarms, all like some hellish symphony. There was debris streaking back at him in a deadly barrage, but with a flick of his wrist a thin film of dark energy surrounded him tightly, and it was all deflected.
Then he saw Crono. The boy's limbs flapped limply, all pointed towards the gaping hole in the windshield. Without thinking Magus released the hold he kept on his immense powers and the resulting darkness swallowed the cabin, canceling the G-forces that had pinned him to his seat. Like a streak he shot to the front of the ship, barely noticing the princess who also stumbled to Crono's aid. But they were both too late. His seatbelt snapped, and Crono was flung into space time, Marle suffering the same fate a second later, and Magus leaping out after the both of them.
In his mind he only thought of Crono. He could see the bloody gash in the side of the boy's face, the pale skin. He could not lose him!
It took tremendous concentration to maintain his shield in the warped space time environment, and since there was no up and down, he could not easily follow the path upon which Crono was flung. Yet he managed. Even as his shield was torn, and the fabric of the universe sapped away his strength, he reached his goal. He held Crono's body close to him. It was limp and cold, but there was a heartbeat. He was still alive.
Now back to the ship. I have to get back to the ship! the wizard thought frantically, and he gathered the vestiges of his strength, as well as his equally important almost arrogant self-confidence.
"Space and Time are NOTHING TO ME! I AM MAGUS! FEEL MY POWER!!"
No one heard the words, but that he said them was enough. His power concentrated itself about the two, swallowing them up and shielding them. He looked about for Marle, and saw her near ravaged Epoch, that had boomeranged back towards them. He willed himself towards them, and then, he felt it.
The mechanism in the Epoch activated on schedule, and the whole of space-time slowed and blurred. Magus screamed curses towards the ship, and pleas. He sped forward, but he knew he could never make it. He was near enough to be caught in the distortion as space-time was torn. He got close enough to grab Marle, but not tight enough to hold her.
Then something strange happened. In the distortion, Magus could feel his powers increase exponentially, far beyond his control. He felt the dark energy consume his body, and as he looked, Crono had become a silhouette of blinding radiance in his arms, that were themselves nothing more than shadows. They began to warp into one another, Marle's lower half trapped within the strange mixture of dark and light energies.
It all only lasted a moment though, before she was sucked into the rip along with the Epoch, while Crono and Magus were flung through a rift of their own.
Magus: No, he was just being lazy.
Crono: *nod*
Yaoiboy: Quiet, both of you, before I add a castration scene. *evil grin*
Crono and Magus:......
Yaoiboy: Much better. Anyhow, since everyone who responded liked my story, and since for some reason there is a shortage of this type of pairing, and well, cuz I like to write ^_^ I will finally continue. Though I have made many wishes to the contrary, Crono Trigger and all that it entails is still owned by Square. I make no claim to anything but this story. R and R PLEASE!
The pre-flight checks were extensive. Crono could NOT decipher them, especially the new ones that came along with all of Lucca's improvements. Yes, the Epoch could seat more, travel faster, and had shields and armor and weapons galore, but only Lucca could make sense of all the gauges and dials and flashing lights in the cockpit. It was no surprise then, that she was hovering behind Crono as he went down the list of the aforementioned checks.
"Fuel Core temperature...check. Shield efficiency...check. Weapon's efficiency...check. Boredom level...rising!"
Crono was able to get a few chuckles in before being smacked in the back of the head by a decidedly no-nonsense Lucca.
"Be serious Crono, these checks are crucial to avoiding unnecessary complications during flight. Remember, this is the first inter-era flight of the Epoch since the addition of the passenger section. I don't want anything to go wrong."
"I know, I know," Crono replied, unable to hide all of the impatience in his voice. He was ready to get the entire trip underway, and by the looks of it, so were all the others.
Marle, in the first of the three passenger rows, looked outside her window with a sort of longing expression. She fiddled with the strap across her chest idly, and sighed heavily every now and then. Across the aisle from her sat Frog, his overlarge golden eyes only half open, dozing. Directly behind him was Robo, who sat perfectly, inscrutably still, the metal of his body glinting from the sunlight filtering in, and the lamps in the aisle. Ayla was in the seat across from him...gnawing on her seat belt, and squirming about restlessly. In the far back row, sat Magus.
Crono was watching them all, as Lucca chattered on about this inconsistency and that while finishing up the checks for him. His eyes stopped on Magus though, and his cheeks warmed, remembering the encounter of only minutes ago, when he had almost touched the wizard. He still wondered if Magus had indeed been blushing, if he had felt something...something that Crono himself felt all the time. Looking at the man now though, wrapped in his dark plum colored cloak, eyes closed, features obscured by unnatural shadows, Crono could not imagine Magus cared about much at all. The wizard shifted, opened his eyes, and stared directly at Crono, but before anything could be discerned, Lucca tapped his shoulder and began talking.
"Crono look at this," she said, pointing to one of the various dials. She might as well have pointed at the moon."The structural integrity of the left wing junction is .00012% below maximum."
Crono blinked once, twice, then did his best to hold off laughter.
"I didn't even know there were numbers that small," he said at last, and was rewarded by a scowl from Lucca."Seriously Lucca, this is a lot of preparation for a 30 second flight. Besides, everyone is ready to gooo."
Magus watched with some amusement the frantic and concerned gestures of a seemingly perturbed Lucca, and the impatient and excited responses from Crono. He couldn't hear what they were talking about, but he didn't really care. As much as she annoyed him, Magus trusted Lucca's competence. If it was anything serious, she would take care of it. Besides that, he was more concerned with reigning in his emotions.
What emotions?, he thought bitterly. I don't even HAVE emotions! Of course, though he thought these things, he knew they weren't true. Everyone ELSE wasn't supposed to know that though, but it was definitely beginning to show. Just his presence on the ship would have given him away, if they weren't all used to him doing things out of the ordinary to fulfill some hidden agenda. Even so, he had been seriously against this trip until Crono had gone in to talk with him. Then there was the whole blushing incident, but he didn't even want to THINK about that.
All in all though, the fools probably don't suspect anything, he thought. At least, they don't expect the truth...
Abruptly, he turned his mind to other things. There were a number of new spells he had been practicing of late. Things he'd witnessed long ago when...
He sighed and changed his thoughts again. His past was no less stressful than his present. Finally, he resigned himself to practicing in his mind the incantations he had mastered, not thinking of where he'd seen them, or anything else.
After a few moments he heard the hum of the Epoch's idle engine increase in earnest to a thunderous pitch. He opened his eyes and saw Lucca had already taken her seat behind Marle, and that the previously relaxed posture of Frog had become alert. Ayla was more restless than ever. She cheered suddenly, and to the dark wizards chagrin, so did everyone else, except Robo, who only clicked and beeped.
"FINALLY," came Marle's exasperated voice from up front. " I thought I'd age to death before we got going!"
"Aye," came Frog's retort,"but it is ill advised to forgo precautions for the sake of impatience." Magus could just IMAGINE the appreciative smirk on Lucca's face.
"Alright everybody, we're off to the Millennial Fair! Woohooo!"
That from Crono. Magus had to admit, the excitement was infectious. He ALMOST smiled when he looked at that beaming red headed boy.
He could feel the Epoch rising, the thrusters vibrating the entire cabin. It was a lot different from flying on his own. The G-forces were unsettling, pushing his stomach down inside him on the rise, then pressing him into his seat after the brief respite of leveling off. The sky outside streaked past, the resulting visual like vivid blue marble. The roar of sound, though significantly subdued, was still overwhelming, and the faster they went, the louder it got.
Memory warned him of the coming jolt that accompanied the sudden thrust into hyper-speed. His eyes found Crono just as the ship's mechanisms went into overdrive, causing everything to become sluggish for an instant and blurred by the effect of overwhelming speed. The sound of space and time tearing was like a lighting storm, and then the Epoch made a sickening lurch forward as it tore into the frictionless realm of space-time. The windows were filled with a miasma of colors and lights, and Magus shut his eyes against the tremendous mixture of noise and force that assaulted him mercilessly.
There was no sound. No anything. Just the colors he saw through the windshield, the vast nothing of space-time, and the incredible G-forces that held him. He was used to it, though he had never explained it to the others. The way the speed sucked the sound away, behind him. They could all hear, but Crono was in silence. It was, and always had been, rather awe inspiring the way he watched the universe tear away into this silent chaos. He could catch glimpses of times he'd never seen, alternate realities, if only he looked hard. But he had to keep his eyes on the gauges. He would never hear them if they went off, so he had to watch the lights, just in case something happened. Though nothing ever did.
Except this time.
The light began to blink just as the ship pitched upwards and to the left. He tried to reach for the emergency stop, but the speed mixed with the sudden spinning altered the direction of the force wildly, and he just couldn't do it. Staring out ahead of him, he could see the flaming wreckage of the left wing for a blink of time each revolution. Each time it was closer, and he screamed just before it smashed into the windshield, a piece of it banging against his head, knocking him out cold.
The screaming was terrible. It was as if he were in Hell, the screams of the damned in some horrible chorus funneled into his ears. They were all screaming, frantic. The sound of the air being sucked from the ship, the sound of the metal rending and crushing inward from the decompression, the warning alarms, all like some hellish symphony. There was debris streaking back at him in a deadly barrage, but with a flick of his wrist a thin film of dark energy surrounded him tightly, and it was all deflected.
Then he saw Crono. The boy's limbs flapped limply, all pointed towards the gaping hole in the windshield. Without thinking Magus released the hold he kept on his immense powers and the resulting darkness swallowed the cabin, canceling the G-forces that had pinned him to his seat. Like a streak he shot to the front of the ship, barely noticing the princess who also stumbled to Crono's aid. But they were both too late. His seatbelt snapped, and Crono was flung into space time, Marle suffering the same fate a second later, and Magus leaping out after the both of them.
In his mind he only thought of Crono. He could see the bloody gash in the side of the boy's face, the pale skin. He could not lose him!
It took tremendous concentration to maintain his shield in the warped space time environment, and since there was no up and down, he could not easily follow the path upon which Crono was flung. Yet he managed. Even as his shield was torn, and the fabric of the universe sapped away his strength, he reached his goal. He held Crono's body close to him. It was limp and cold, but there was a heartbeat. He was still alive.
Now back to the ship. I have to get back to the ship! the wizard thought frantically, and he gathered the vestiges of his strength, as well as his equally important almost arrogant self-confidence.
"Space and Time are NOTHING TO ME! I AM MAGUS! FEEL MY POWER!!"
No one heard the words, but that he said them was enough. His power concentrated itself about the two, swallowing them up and shielding them. He looked about for Marle, and saw her near ravaged Epoch, that had boomeranged back towards them. He willed himself towards them, and then, he felt it.
The mechanism in the Epoch activated on schedule, and the whole of space-time slowed and blurred. Magus screamed curses towards the ship, and pleas. He sped forward, but he knew he could never make it. He was near enough to be caught in the distortion as space-time was torn. He got close enough to grab Marle, but not tight enough to hold her.
Then something strange happened. In the distortion, Magus could feel his powers increase exponentially, far beyond his control. He felt the dark energy consume his body, and as he looked, Crono had become a silhouette of blinding radiance in his arms, that were themselves nothing more than shadows. They began to warp into one another, Marle's lower half trapped within the strange mixture of dark and light energies.
It all only lasted a moment though, before she was sucked into the rip along with the Epoch, while Crono and Magus were flung through a rift of their own.
