c h r o n o c r a s h
By Yoru-chan
(hikaru67@aol.com)
Chapter 7: Home
Disclaimer: I do not own Chrono Cross, or anything related to it. Square owns it not me, so don't even think of getting me in trouble.
* = Author's note
*Ok, maybe some of you don't know what the word 'decollated' means, if you have a dictionary handy, look it up. *
Kid cried and cried into Serge's shirt, he kept holding her and squeezing her. Then the police man who had told them the news walked up to Serge and Kid. He took off his hat, wringing his hands on the rim of the cap. Serge let his grasp loosen and he lifted his head. Kid peeked out from behind Serge's arm, tears streaming down her cheeks. The police officer glanced at the two remorsefully, and said:
"I'm sorry, but I think it would be best that you didn't see the remains. We don't think it would be good to let you see," he paused."The house is under investigation, and you wont able to remove anything, or enter the building for a couple of weeks. I'm sorry but, I'm afraid your going to need a place to stay..."
The officer glanced at Serge and turned to him. "You must be her boyfriend or something ... do you think you could give her a place to stay?"
Serge's cheeks tingled with redness, he blinked a few times and blurted out:
"W-well, I-I think it will be all right. Kid, did you hear that?"
Kid didn't look up, she stopped crying for a moment and nodded.
The policeman smiled weakly and patted Kid's head. He then said:
"Don't worry, we'll find out who murdered your mother."
Kid sniffed and buried her face in Serge's chest. Serge smiled and laughed uneasily. His face resembled a very ripe tomato that was just about right for picking. The police officer smiled and put his hands behind his back.
Serge pushed Kid gently from him by her shoulders. She leaned against him, her back in a slouch. They began to walk down the street, while Serge struggled to keep himself up from Kid's staggering.
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Meanwhile, a thunderous cry can be heard from the Silent Crest Insane Asylum just outside of the city.
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The screaming belonged to none other than Wazuki, Serge's father. He was bound with a straight jacket, and ramming the walls of the padded room. He slammed into the wall again, and slid down to the padded floor.
He hacked up great blotches of blood, and stained the pillow like floor. He made strange noises, like the sound of a growling panther. His sweat dripped off of his nose and face, heaving great breaths to the floor. He screamed in pain, with the sound of a large cat roaring like an echo in his voice. Fur trickled its way around his face. His eyes molded into yellow sits, and rolled down to meet the air. Ears grew from the top of his head, his blue hair receded, and turned to brown fur. The straight-jacket ripped apart as his catlike features completed. He lifted himself up, now wearing the gold and black general-like outfit. He ripped the door off of the wall and stepped out calmly.
A nurse who was walking down the hallway, carrying a tray of needles was nearly hit by the flying door. After she recovered from the shock, she looked up at the spectacle walking down the hall. She dropped the pan with a loud crash her eyes humungous white disks emerging from their sockets. He jaw dropped as the cat-man just waltzed down the hall.
Lynx walked out of the gates, quietly and calmly, not one word came forth from his lips. He stopped and closed his eyes. He lifted his head to the sky, and laughed, like a total maniac, making the very forests surrounding the Asylum shiver in fear. For, FATE was reborn.
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"Hey, Mom..." said Serge as he walked in through the door. Kid beside him her head bowing down.
Marge turned and knew instinctively something was wrong."Whats the matter? What happened?" She said, walking up to the two.
"You'll hear it on the news tomorrow Mom... all I need to know is if Kid can stay with us for a while..." Serge's eyes moved their attention to the ground, not knowing what to do with themselves.
Marge's face turned relaxed and gentle."Sure. She can stay ... and whatever it is, I hope that you will be able to overcome it..."
Kid didn't say anything, her silence caused an uneasy feeling in the room.
"Thanks Mom..." Serge said, walking up the stairs slowly along with Kid.
Marge gave them an awkward smile as they walked up the stairs.
"Um... Serge?"
Serge stopped and turned back to his mother, as did Kid.
"Um ... the spare bedroom isn't unpacked yet..." she said with an uneasy look spread across her face."...so..."
Serge blinked a few times.
"What are you two gonna do about sleeping, because you know ... you two are about that age when..." said Marge slowly.
Serge smiled at her."Don't worry Mom. We'll be good, we'll think up something."
Marge smiled, relieved and walked into the kitchen.
Serge and Kid headed up to Serge's room, where only a desk and bed stood. All of the other belongings where in boxes that were scattered across the room. Serge directed Kid to the bed and had her sit down.
There was an uneasy silence for a few moments, then Serge suddenly said:
"I'm gonna get one of my T-shirts for you to wear, unless you just wanna sleep in those."
Kid shook her head."The T-shirt......." she said weakly, he voice almost in a whisper.
Serge opened a box labeled 'Serge's clothes', and pulled out a large T-shirt. His mouth turned to one side in frustation."Hmmm... I think your gonna need more than this, I let you wear a pair of my boxers..." Serge caught himself and blushed. He turned to Kid quickly smiling sheepishly.
"Uh ... that must bother you ... uhm ... or is that OK?"
Kid lifted her head, her face forlorn. "No, it doesn't matter."
Serge gathered the T-shirt and boxers and handed them to Kid. "Here. I'll go and get dressed in the bathroom, so you can change."
Kid didn't move.
Serge crouched in front of Kid. He turned his head so that he could see Kid's face.
"...I've never been in this kind of situation happen to anyone I knew ... so I don't think there's anything I can say that can make you happy, but ... your Mom didn't leave this world for something bad. She's happy, and she wants you to be happy."
Kid's eyes welled drowned themselves in tears, they dropped to the floor not making some much as a sound.
Serge lifted himself from his knees and walked out of the door.
Kid stood up, still crying and undressed.
(How could he know what I'm feeling? I know he's just trying to make me feel better, but...)
Kid pulled the shirt off of the bed. She pulled it up so it met her face, and examined it. It was very soft, and light blue. Kid pulled it over her head and tugged the collar down. She pulled on the boxers and glanced out the window, or more specifically, the glass door. The door was bare and white, with a balcony protruding from it. She walked up to it and looked out from it. The Tokyo Tower still stood at the center of the city, as if a guardian, keeping order. The sun was setting and the sky was turning a beautiful dark lavender. The sun had almost completely entered the other side of the earth, and was barely winking on the edge of the horizon. Kid gazed at the spectacle in complete silence, and felt surprisingly happy and relaxed. It was almost as if her mother was telling her that everything will be all right. Suddenly, she heard the click of a door behind her. She turned around and saw Serge standing in front of the door, wearing a white tank and black boxers. He smiled and walked up to her.
As he reached her she turned her head slowly to the sky. He turned his attention to the glass also, and said:
"Do you like the sky?"
"Yes,... I guess it calms me. Whadda bout you mate?" said Kid, moving into the accent again.
"Yeah. So..." he turned his head to Kid."...what do you want to do about sleeping?"
Kid turned to him and grinned."Why don't we sleep on the roof?"
Serge blinked and smiled."I guess my Mom can't object to that." Serge walked to the scattered boxes and pulled open a box labeled 'Serge's bed.' He pulled out a big white comforter and two feather pillows. He struggled with the bundle while he was walking over, but he made it back to Kid without dropping anything. He smiled and said:
"Shall we go?"
Kid opened the door and stepped out into the fresh air. The air was mild and not to cold, but it did give Kid a little chill. The balcony was small, but about the right size for a house this size. The rails were wooden and painted with silvery white paint. Kid was suddenly hit with the sheets and pillows. She caught them barely, almost letting them drop into the yard below.
Serge sweatdropped."Uh ... sorry. Throw them up when I get to the top." Said Serge climbing up onto the railing and grabbing the siding of the roof.
He pulled himself up onto the roof and stuck his head forth from the side to see Kid.
"OK! Throw 'em up!"
Kid smiled and threw the bundle up with all her might. Serge doubled back and was knocked over by the mass. He made a nice 'THUD' against the roof and some of the birds that were resting in the trees.
Kid grinned as Serge glared at her from the side of the roof, his hair mangled.
Suddenly, Marge's voice rang from the house:
"Is everything okay up there?!"
Serge yelled back to her:
"YEAH! Nothing to worry about!!"
Kid glanced at Serge and began to climb. When she reached the top, Serge punched her arm playfully. "Feeling better, are we?"
Kid glared at him."Don't start assuming stuff..."
"Well, anyway ... it's getting dark, so we better set up," said Serge fluting the comforter across the shingles and folding it under so their backs don't break from sleeping on the shingles.
Kid spread out the pillows at the head of the comforter and patted them down.
Then something in the back of Kid's head snapped. She turned to Serge.
"I better go get my backpack. We might need it..."
Serge's eyes were stern, he nodded.
"Yeah. Good idea."
Kid climbed down to the balcony, and went down to retrieve the items.
Serge walked up to the edge of the roof, and sat down letting his legs hang off. He turned his head to the sky, watching the moon rise over the horizon. A cool breeze blew Serge's hair from his face. He stared at the sky for a few minutes almost thinking of nothing.
Suddenly, a sting of pain shot itself into his chest. He gasped a short breath and grabbed onto his chest, heaving long weighted breaths. He bent over and groaned in the extreme pain. He heaved a few breaths in the silence and they eventually subsided. He lifted himself from the bent position and stared straight ahead of him, as if the pain had been dealed from their.
Serge stood up and looked around, bracing himself. He glanced towards the tree across the street, the cherry blossoms on the tree were falling. Falling quickly. The tree seemed to be being sucked of its life, the very essence of it. There was a rustle from the tree, and Serge braced himself.
Then, the last few remaining cherry blossoms were torn from the tree when a figure jumped up onto the roof of Serge's house from it's forlorn branches. The figure landed in front of Serge, and put a hand on their hip. It was the Silver Haired girl.
Suddenly, Kid came out from the door leading to the balcony, and gasped as she saw the girl. She quickly climbed up and stood next to Serge.
The Silver-haired girl twitched and noticed Kid, she turned her head towards her and snarled:
"Oh, the dog is here. You stay away from him."
Kid gripped her fists. "What do you mean?! Who are you?!"
There was a long silence. The Silver-haired girl smirked and said quietly:
"Why... I am the someone you have met before. Somewhere long ago in the past. I am the Kurayamitsukiryu ... you should know my name by now..."
Kid and Serge gave her puzzled looks, still tense with determination.
The Silver-haired girl flicked her short hair. She gave a giggle and finally said:
"I am Harle, the Harlequin."
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End Chapter 7
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Fruit Loop #2:Heheheh. ... cliffhangers! Sorry about the wait, this has to have been the longest you've waited for a chapter. Sorry about the delay!
By Yoru-chan
(hikaru67@aol.com)
Chapter 7: Home
Disclaimer: I do not own Chrono Cross, or anything related to it. Square owns it not me, so don't even think of getting me in trouble.
* = Author's note
*Ok, maybe some of you don't know what the word 'decollated' means, if you have a dictionary handy, look it up. *
Kid cried and cried into Serge's shirt, he kept holding her and squeezing her. Then the police man who had told them the news walked up to Serge and Kid. He took off his hat, wringing his hands on the rim of the cap. Serge let his grasp loosen and he lifted his head. Kid peeked out from behind Serge's arm, tears streaming down her cheeks. The police officer glanced at the two remorsefully, and said:
"I'm sorry, but I think it would be best that you didn't see the remains. We don't think it would be good to let you see," he paused."The house is under investigation, and you wont able to remove anything, or enter the building for a couple of weeks. I'm sorry but, I'm afraid your going to need a place to stay..."
The officer glanced at Serge and turned to him. "You must be her boyfriend or something ... do you think you could give her a place to stay?"
Serge's cheeks tingled with redness, he blinked a few times and blurted out:
"W-well, I-I think it will be all right. Kid, did you hear that?"
Kid didn't look up, she stopped crying for a moment and nodded.
The policeman smiled weakly and patted Kid's head. He then said:
"Don't worry, we'll find out who murdered your mother."
Kid sniffed and buried her face in Serge's chest. Serge smiled and laughed uneasily. His face resembled a very ripe tomato that was just about right for picking. The police officer smiled and put his hands behind his back.
Serge pushed Kid gently from him by her shoulders. She leaned against him, her back in a slouch. They began to walk down the street, while Serge struggled to keep himself up from Kid's staggering.
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Meanwhile, a thunderous cry can be heard from the Silent Crest Insane Asylum just outside of the city.
***********************************************************************
The screaming belonged to none other than Wazuki, Serge's father. He was bound with a straight jacket, and ramming the walls of the padded room. He slammed into the wall again, and slid down to the padded floor.
He hacked up great blotches of blood, and stained the pillow like floor. He made strange noises, like the sound of a growling panther. His sweat dripped off of his nose and face, heaving great breaths to the floor. He screamed in pain, with the sound of a large cat roaring like an echo in his voice. Fur trickled its way around his face. His eyes molded into yellow sits, and rolled down to meet the air. Ears grew from the top of his head, his blue hair receded, and turned to brown fur. The straight-jacket ripped apart as his catlike features completed. He lifted himself up, now wearing the gold and black general-like outfit. He ripped the door off of the wall and stepped out calmly.
A nurse who was walking down the hallway, carrying a tray of needles was nearly hit by the flying door. After she recovered from the shock, she looked up at the spectacle walking down the hall. She dropped the pan with a loud crash her eyes humungous white disks emerging from their sockets. He jaw dropped as the cat-man just waltzed down the hall.
Lynx walked out of the gates, quietly and calmly, not one word came forth from his lips. He stopped and closed his eyes. He lifted his head to the sky, and laughed, like a total maniac, making the very forests surrounding the Asylum shiver in fear. For, FATE was reborn.
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"Hey, Mom..." said Serge as he walked in through the door. Kid beside him her head bowing down.
Marge turned and knew instinctively something was wrong."Whats the matter? What happened?" She said, walking up to the two.
"You'll hear it on the news tomorrow Mom... all I need to know is if Kid can stay with us for a while..." Serge's eyes moved their attention to the ground, not knowing what to do with themselves.
Marge's face turned relaxed and gentle."Sure. She can stay ... and whatever it is, I hope that you will be able to overcome it..."
Kid didn't say anything, her silence caused an uneasy feeling in the room.
"Thanks Mom..." Serge said, walking up the stairs slowly along with Kid.
Marge gave them an awkward smile as they walked up the stairs.
"Um... Serge?"
Serge stopped and turned back to his mother, as did Kid.
"Um ... the spare bedroom isn't unpacked yet..." she said with an uneasy look spread across her face."...so..."
Serge blinked a few times.
"What are you two gonna do about sleeping, because you know ... you two are about that age when..." said Marge slowly.
Serge smiled at her."Don't worry Mom. We'll be good, we'll think up something."
Marge smiled, relieved and walked into the kitchen.
Serge and Kid headed up to Serge's room, where only a desk and bed stood. All of the other belongings where in boxes that were scattered across the room. Serge directed Kid to the bed and had her sit down.
There was an uneasy silence for a few moments, then Serge suddenly said:
"I'm gonna get one of my T-shirts for you to wear, unless you just wanna sleep in those."
Kid shook her head."The T-shirt......." she said weakly, he voice almost in a whisper.
Serge opened a box labeled 'Serge's clothes', and pulled out a large T-shirt. His mouth turned to one side in frustation."Hmmm... I think your gonna need more than this, I let you wear a pair of my boxers..." Serge caught himself and blushed. He turned to Kid quickly smiling sheepishly.
"Uh ... that must bother you ... uhm ... or is that OK?"
Kid lifted her head, her face forlorn. "No, it doesn't matter."
Serge gathered the T-shirt and boxers and handed them to Kid. "Here. I'll go and get dressed in the bathroom, so you can change."
Kid didn't move.
Serge crouched in front of Kid. He turned his head so that he could see Kid's face.
"...I've never been in this kind of situation happen to anyone I knew ... so I don't think there's anything I can say that can make you happy, but ... your Mom didn't leave this world for something bad. She's happy, and she wants you to be happy."
Kid's eyes welled drowned themselves in tears, they dropped to the floor not making some much as a sound.
Serge lifted himself from his knees and walked out of the door.
Kid stood up, still crying and undressed.
(How could he know what I'm feeling? I know he's just trying to make me feel better, but...)
Kid pulled the shirt off of the bed. She pulled it up so it met her face, and examined it. It was very soft, and light blue. Kid pulled it over her head and tugged the collar down. She pulled on the boxers and glanced out the window, or more specifically, the glass door. The door was bare and white, with a balcony protruding from it. She walked up to it and looked out from it. The Tokyo Tower still stood at the center of the city, as if a guardian, keeping order. The sun was setting and the sky was turning a beautiful dark lavender. The sun had almost completely entered the other side of the earth, and was barely winking on the edge of the horizon. Kid gazed at the spectacle in complete silence, and felt surprisingly happy and relaxed. It was almost as if her mother was telling her that everything will be all right. Suddenly, she heard the click of a door behind her. She turned around and saw Serge standing in front of the door, wearing a white tank and black boxers. He smiled and walked up to her.
As he reached her she turned her head slowly to the sky. He turned his attention to the glass also, and said:
"Do you like the sky?"
"Yes,... I guess it calms me. Whadda bout you mate?" said Kid, moving into the accent again.
"Yeah. So..." he turned his head to Kid."...what do you want to do about sleeping?"
Kid turned to him and grinned."Why don't we sleep on the roof?"
Serge blinked and smiled."I guess my Mom can't object to that." Serge walked to the scattered boxes and pulled open a box labeled 'Serge's bed.' He pulled out a big white comforter and two feather pillows. He struggled with the bundle while he was walking over, but he made it back to Kid without dropping anything. He smiled and said:
"Shall we go?"
Kid opened the door and stepped out into the fresh air. The air was mild and not to cold, but it did give Kid a little chill. The balcony was small, but about the right size for a house this size. The rails were wooden and painted with silvery white paint. Kid was suddenly hit with the sheets and pillows. She caught them barely, almost letting them drop into the yard below.
Serge sweatdropped."Uh ... sorry. Throw them up when I get to the top." Said Serge climbing up onto the railing and grabbing the siding of the roof.
He pulled himself up onto the roof and stuck his head forth from the side to see Kid.
"OK! Throw 'em up!"
Kid smiled and threw the bundle up with all her might. Serge doubled back and was knocked over by the mass. He made a nice 'THUD' against the roof and some of the birds that were resting in the trees.
Kid grinned as Serge glared at her from the side of the roof, his hair mangled.
Suddenly, Marge's voice rang from the house:
"Is everything okay up there?!"
Serge yelled back to her:
"YEAH! Nothing to worry about!!"
Kid glanced at Serge and began to climb. When she reached the top, Serge punched her arm playfully. "Feeling better, are we?"
Kid glared at him."Don't start assuming stuff..."
"Well, anyway ... it's getting dark, so we better set up," said Serge fluting the comforter across the shingles and folding it under so their backs don't break from sleeping on the shingles.
Kid spread out the pillows at the head of the comforter and patted them down.
Then something in the back of Kid's head snapped. She turned to Serge.
"I better go get my backpack. We might need it..."
Serge's eyes were stern, he nodded.
"Yeah. Good idea."
Kid climbed down to the balcony, and went down to retrieve the items.
Serge walked up to the edge of the roof, and sat down letting his legs hang off. He turned his head to the sky, watching the moon rise over the horizon. A cool breeze blew Serge's hair from his face. He stared at the sky for a few minutes almost thinking of nothing.
Suddenly, a sting of pain shot itself into his chest. He gasped a short breath and grabbed onto his chest, heaving long weighted breaths. He bent over and groaned in the extreme pain. He heaved a few breaths in the silence and they eventually subsided. He lifted himself from the bent position and stared straight ahead of him, as if the pain had been dealed from their.
Serge stood up and looked around, bracing himself. He glanced towards the tree across the street, the cherry blossoms on the tree were falling. Falling quickly. The tree seemed to be being sucked of its life, the very essence of it. There was a rustle from the tree, and Serge braced himself.
Then, the last few remaining cherry blossoms were torn from the tree when a figure jumped up onto the roof of Serge's house from it's forlorn branches. The figure landed in front of Serge, and put a hand on their hip. It was the Silver Haired girl.
Suddenly, Kid came out from the door leading to the balcony, and gasped as she saw the girl. She quickly climbed up and stood next to Serge.
The Silver-haired girl twitched and noticed Kid, she turned her head towards her and snarled:
"Oh, the dog is here. You stay away from him."
Kid gripped her fists. "What do you mean?! Who are you?!"
There was a long silence. The Silver-haired girl smirked and said quietly:
"Why... I am the someone you have met before. Somewhere long ago in the past. I am the Kurayamitsukiryu ... you should know my name by now..."
Kid and Serge gave her puzzled looks, still tense with determination.
The Silver-haired girl flicked her short hair. She gave a giggle and finally said:
"I am Harle, the Harlequin."
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End Chapter 7
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Fruit Loop #2:Heheheh. ... cliffhangers! Sorry about the wait, this has to have been the longest you've waited for a chapter. Sorry about the delay!