c h r o n o c r a s h
By Yoru-chan
(hikaru67@aol.com)
Chapter 9: Moon
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
*HOLY CRAP!! LESS THAN HALF THE CHAPTER UPLOADED!!! 0_0 I just now found this out!! Lucky my Dad has a computer at his house, otherwise... I may never have caught this!! Jeez, no wonder everyone was complaining... I SUCH A BLOCK HEAD!! Sorry, minna-san!!!!! This WHOLE version will be uploaded as soon as Fanfiction.net gets back on it's feet.(since the chapter deletion mechanism and uploader isn't working -.-;;)*
*Black Knight, I know that Harle's weapons were shots, but, I thought it would be nice to have her have something different, and plus, the scythe is more dangerous. Keep reviewing everyone, it keeps me goin'! ^ ^ v Oh, and my Internet isn't working at the moment, so F.L.#1 will be uploading the current chapters for me, so it may take longer for them to get here. Gomen everyone!;_; So, if you have any questions, please forward them to F.L.#1. ;_; I miss you TW & Faranon...;_;*
Harle pulled the scythe up to her shoulders and wiped the streaming blood from her cheek.
Kid took a step back, and Serge tightened.
Harle lifted her hand into the air above her head, the moon hovered directly above her, glowing in it's soft white glory. Then, something silver and almost liquid appeared and fluttered around above Harle's palm.
Kid blinked and marveled at the object, it's silver hide shimmering at every jerk of it's body against the moon.
Harle smiled and jerked the object down. It slithered out forth from the gaps between her fingers, and in a fleeting instant Harle was engulfed by the silver liquid.
Serge twitched and looked above him. The moon's soft glow was slightly being altered, by something...another smaller moon sat on the bottom left of the original moon, blocking a small fraction of it.
"Kid! Look!" yelled Serge pointing at the extra moon.
Kid looked up and gasped. "The other moon ... the one that represents the Dark Moon Dragon!"
The liquid grew larger, making crunching and sloshing noises on the shingles. It expanded and deflated in a few moments and then grew even larger, until it was about 15 feet tall.
Serge walked closer to Kid. "What do you thinks going on?"
Kid looked at the blob with disgust. "I dunno mate, but it doesn't sound pretty..."
The silver blob expanded painfully, setting Serge and Kid to involuntarily shield their faces with their arms and weapons.
The blob seemed to harden within a few seconds, making small cracking sounds. It smashed itself into sharp pieces, each one glimmering like a tiny mirror on the double moonlight. Kid and Serge closed their eyes and shielded themselves from the fleeting shards.
As the pieces parted, a mourning roar exploded from the crash. There, in Harle's place stood a silver dragon, with metallic scales that seemed to have been made from pure silver, cut into tiny strings. Her wings spread across the sky, the bat-like structure, and the thin flaps of skin that showed small veins inside them through the moonlight. She was long, and slinky, and the roof creaked with her weight.
A drop of sweat rolled down Kid's cheek, and she held her dagger defensively.
"I-I didn't know she HAD a dragon form!" Serge yelped.
Then, a voice came from the balcony:
"SERGE! KID! WHAT'S GOING ON UP THERE?!"
The Harle-Dragon turned to the balcony, blinking in surprise.
Serge and Kid facefaulted.
"Mom! Get back downstairs!" Serge yelled down."It's not safe!!"
Marge tried getting a better look as to what they were doing, her hands resting on her hips.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me what you two are doing!"
Serge's shoulders drooped."OK! Fine! Were fighting a dragon with a French accent!!!"
No sound came from the balcony, just footsteps that got farther and farther away...
The Harle dragon blinked again, shook her head, and turned back to Serge and Kid.
"Ah, oui ... now you vill know vhat true pain feels like, you little dog." Harle's voice thundered, a lower voice spoke with her behind her own.
Harle took a step towards them, Serge and Kid held their guard.
Harle shot frenzies of small, silver, sharp objects at Kid, nicking her chest and lower body. She fell backwards and landed roughly. Serge ran to her and held her up by her back. Harle approached again.
Then, Harle stopped. The light from the other moon that was beating upon them was becoming dimmer.
Harle roared with pain and staggered about, bashing her claws into the roof.
Serge and Kid stood back and watched her fall to her knees and turn back into the silver haired girl.
Harle growled at them and phased out into the darkness.
"Well, it was a very good thing I did decide to come..."
Serge and Kid spun around, to find Ms. Mettalium standing behind them.
Ms. Mettalium smiled with her ever cute closed eyes and grin. She walked up to Serge "looked" down and opened one of her purple demonic eyes. "My, I thought you would look pretty good in your underwear, but it seems you look even nicer than I thought."
Serge's face turned as red as an English Revolutionary soldier's coat, stained with blood, in a raging fire.
Kid whacked Serge's shoulder and stepped up to Ms. Mettalium. Her eyes were narrowed and stern, glaring up at the smiling teacher. "What do ya mean by 'decided' to come?"
Ms. Mettalium smiled even wider. "Sore Wa Himitsu Desu*!" and she phased out just as Harle had done.[*'That is a secret!' or 'It's a secret!']
Kid snarled."I'll bet she's in on this whole thing..."
Serge sighed."I don't think I wanna sleep on the roof anymore...... Let's go back inside..."
Serge and Kid went back down into his room and stared at the bed. They looked at each other. They both sweatdropped. Thoughts ran through both their heads.
Serge quickly walked over to his closet and said:"I-I'll just sleep on the floor tonight...you can sleep on the bed."
Kid looked at the floor."But, I wouldn't wanna trouble ya like that... I can sleep on the floor..."
Serge drew a sleeping bag from the closet and flapped it down on the floor. "N-No, your the guest..."
"But, I wanna sleep on the floor." Kid said.
"No, your the guest." Serge pulled a pillow to the front of the sleeping bag.
"I wanna sleep on the floor." Kid said.
"No, I want you to sleep on the bed." Serge stood up.
"I wanna sleep on the floor. And I'm gonna sleep on the floor." Kid stomped her foot.
"No, your not. I'm gonna sleep on the floor, and your gonna sleep on the bed."
"I WANT TO SLEEP ON THA BLOODY FLOOR."
"NO."
"YES."
"NO."
"YES!"
"NO!!"
"YES, DAMMIT!"
Serge stomped his foot and swung his arms down."Ok! How about we BOTH sleep on the floor?!"
Kid grinned."Alright, Mate."
Serge gave Kid a flustered look as she walked over to his closet.
Kid pulled the closet open and looked around."Ya got any extra sleepin' bags?"
"Uh...no, actually I don't..." Serge blushed slightly.
*Perverted Beta Reader: "Serge:Hm.... Can't we SHARE one?"*
Kid turned to Serge."Ah ... so what're we gonna do, mate?"
Serge blinked."Uh ... we can share one..."
Kid blinked."Ya ... ya mean..... SLEEP tagether?"
Serge's cheeks turned red."W-w-well, not exactly...."
Kid whacked him in the face."Do ya think I'm that gullible?! Ya PERV!"
Serge held his cheek and stared at Kid. He glared at her and sped out of the room.
Kid looked at the floor. Her vision blurred for a moment. She looked down at her arm, it hadn't been treated and was burning at her. She clenched the arm and fell to her knees. She flopped to her side against the hard wood floor, curled up and helpless. She held in her screams, as she knew Serge would hear. She clenched her eyes tightly together. Sweat rolled down her face. Then, her face relaxed, and she fainted, saying:
"Come back ... mate..."
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End of Chapter 9
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FL#2: You all hate me, don't you? ^ ^
By Yoru-chan
(hikaru67@aol.com)
Chapter 9: Moon
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
*HOLY CRAP!! LESS THAN HALF THE CHAPTER UPLOADED!!! 0_0 I just now found this out!! Lucky my Dad has a computer at his house, otherwise... I may never have caught this!! Jeez, no wonder everyone was complaining... I SUCH A BLOCK HEAD!! Sorry, minna-san!!!!! This WHOLE version will be uploaded as soon as Fanfiction.net gets back on it's feet.(since the chapter deletion mechanism and uploader isn't working -.-;;)*
*Black Knight, I know that Harle's weapons were shots, but, I thought it would be nice to have her have something different, and plus, the scythe is more dangerous. Keep reviewing everyone, it keeps me goin'! ^ ^ v Oh, and my Internet isn't working at the moment, so F.L.#1 will be uploading the current chapters for me, so it may take longer for them to get here. Gomen everyone!;_; So, if you have any questions, please forward them to F.L.#1. ;_; I miss you TW & Faranon...;_;*
Harle pulled the scythe up to her shoulders and wiped the streaming blood from her cheek.
Kid took a step back, and Serge tightened.
Harle lifted her hand into the air above her head, the moon hovered directly above her, glowing in it's soft white glory. Then, something silver and almost liquid appeared and fluttered around above Harle's palm.
Kid blinked and marveled at the object, it's silver hide shimmering at every jerk of it's body against the moon.
Harle smiled and jerked the object down. It slithered out forth from the gaps between her fingers, and in a fleeting instant Harle was engulfed by the silver liquid.
Serge twitched and looked above him. The moon's soft glow was slightly being altered, by something...another smaller moon sat on the bottom left of the original moon, blocking a small fraction of it.
"Kid! Look!" yelled Serge pointing at the extra moon.
Kid looked up and gasped. "The other moon ... the one that represents the Dark Moon Dragon!"
The liquid grew larger, making crunching and sloshing noises on the shingles. It expanded and deflated in a few moments and then grew even larger, until it was about 15 feet tall.
Serge walked closer to Kid. "What do you thinks going on?"
Kid looked at the blob with disgust. "I dunno mate, but it doesn't sound pretty..."
The silver blob expanded painfully, setting Serge and Kid to involuntarily shield their faces with their arms and weapons.
The blob seemed to harden within a few seconds, making small cracking sounds. It smashed itself into sharp pieces, each one glimmering like a tiny mirror on the double moonlight. Kid and Serge closed their eyes and shielded themselves from the fleeting shards.
As the pieces parted, a mourning roar exploded from the crash. There, in Harle's place stood a silver dragon, with metallic scales that seemed to have been made from pure silver, cut into tiny strings. Her wings spread across the sky, the bat-like structure, and the thin flaps of skin that showed small veins inside them through the moonlight. She was long, and slinky, and the roof creaked with her weight.
A drop of sweat rolled down Kid's cheek, and she held her dagger defensively.
"I-I didn't know she HAD a dragon form!" Serge yelped.
Then, a voice came from the balcony:
"SERGE! KID! WHAT'S GOING ON UP THERE?!"
The Harle-Dragon turned to the balcony, blinking in surprise.
Serge and Kid facefaulted.
"Mom! Get back downstairs!" Serge yelled down."It's not safe!!"
Marge tried getting a better look as to what they were doing, her hands resting on her hips.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me what you two are doing!"
Serge's shoulders drooped."OK! Fine! Were fighting a dragon with a French accent!!!"
No sound came from the balcony, just footsteps that got farther and farther away...
The Harle dragon blinked again, shook her head, and turned back to Serge and Kid.
"Ah, oui ... now you vill know vhat true pain feels like, you little dog." Harle's voice thundered, a lower voice spoke with her behind her own.
Harle took a step towards them, Serge and Kid held their guard.
Harle shot frenzies of small, silver, sharp objects at Kid, nicking her chest and lower body. She fell backwards and landed roughly. Serge ran to her and held her up by her back. Harle approached again.
Then, Harle stopped. The light from the other moon that was beating upon them was becoming dimmer.
Harle roared with pain and staggered about, bashing her claws into the roof.
Serge and Kid stood back and watched her fall to her knees and turn back into the silver haired girl.
Harle growled at them and phased out into the darkness.
"Well, it was a very good thing I did decide to come..."
Serge and Kid spun around, to find Ms. Mettalium standing behind them.
Ms. Mettalium smiled with her ever cute closed eyes and grin. She walked up to Serge "looked" down and opened one of her purple demonic eyes. "My, I thought you would look pretty good in your underwear, but it seems you look even nicer than I thought."
Serge's face turned as red as an English Revolutionary soldier's coat, stained with blood, in a raging fire.
Kid whacked Serge's shoulder and stepped up to Ms. Mettalium. Her eyes were narrowed and stern, glaring up at the smiling teacher. "What do ya mean by 'decided' to come?"
Ms. Mettalium smiled even wider. "Sore Wa Himitsu Desu*!" and she phased out just as Harle had done.[*'That is a secret!' or 'It's a secret!']
Kid snarled."I'll bet she's in on this whole thing..."
Serge sighed."I don't think I wanna sleep on the roof anymore...... Let's go back inside..."
Serge and Kid went back down into his room and stared at the bed. They looked at each other. They both sweatdropped. Thoughts ran through both their heads.
Serge quickly walked over to his closet and said:"I-I'll just sleep on the floor tonight...you can sleep on the bed."
Kid looked at the floor."But, I wouldn't wanna trouble ya like that... I can sleep on the floor..."
Serge drew a sleeping bag from the closet and flapped it down on the floor. "N-No, your the guest..."
"But, I wanna sleep on the floor." Kid said.
"No, your the guest." Serge pulled a pillow to the front of the sleeping bag.
"I wanna sleep on the floor." Kid said.
"No, I want you to sleep on the bed." Serge stood up.
"I wanna sleep on the floor. And I'm gonna sleep on the floor." Kid stomped her foot.
"No, your not. I'm gonna sleep on the floor, and your gonna sleep on the bed."
"I WANT TO SLEEP ON THA BLOODY FLOOR."
"NO."
"YES."
"NO."
"YES!"
"NO!!"
"YES, DAMMIT!"
Serge stomped his foot and swung his arms down."Ok! How about we BOTH sleep on the floor?!"
Kid grinned."Alright, Mate."
Serge gave Kid a flustered look as she walked over to his closet.
Kid pulled the closet open and looked around."Ya got any extra sleepin' bags?"
"Uh...no, actually I don't..." Serge blushed slightly.
*Perverted Beta Reader: "Serge:Hm.... Can't we SHARE one?"*
Kid turned to Serge."Ah ... so what're we gonna do, mate?"
Serge blinked."Uh ... we can share one..."
Kid blinked."Ya ... ya mean..... SLEEP tagether?"
Serge's cheeks turned red."W-w-well, not exactly...."
Kid whacked him in the face."Do ya think I'm that gullible?! Ya PERV!"
Serge held his cheek and stared at Kid. He glared at her and sped out of the room.
Kid looked at the floor. Her vision blurred for a moment. She looked down at her arm, it hadn't been treated and was burning at her. She clenched the arm and fell to her knees. She flopped to her side against the hard wood floor, curled up and helpless. She held in her screams, as she knew Serge would hear. She clenched her eyes tightly together. Sweat rolled down her face. Then, her face relaxed, and she fainted, saying:
"Come back ... mate..."
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End of Chapter 9
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FL#2: You all hate me, don't you? ^ ^