What more could a person want? Just being with her was enough to make him happy. She was special. Something about the way she dedicated her life to finding her brother, how she gave up everything for this futile task appealed to him.
Her determination to improve was unbelievable. Others had tried to become a member of the militia, and failed. People had tried to become an exorcist like her, and no one had managed to succeed. She was different. She was special. She had a reason, not just a hatred of devils but a need, burning and pure, to help others.
Generally she didn't look the part of the Orders greatest exorcist. Didn't look as though she could even hold a gun. Her hair was as blonde as always, though not in the pigtails she had worn when he first met her. In losing her brother she had grown up, and sadly that meant that she had lost her childlike innocence. She tried to act older, more adult, not realising the precious gift her youth held. He only wished that he hadn't wasted his youth. No, he also wished he had never met her. Not because he didn't like her. He would give almost anything to be with her forever. But because of him her life was a mess. Aion would never have taken Joshua, never have known that the apostles were on earth, if it hadn't been for him. Anger coursed through him momentarily when he thought of Rosette, wasting her life for an ungrateful brother, while he sat back helpless, while he took more time from her then she could afford to give.
This anger wasn't justified, he knew that. He himself had wasted too many years sitting around while the world was ravaged by devils, his own kind. Hoping for the impossible would happen, that Mary would come back. He could have protected the planet, could have sent them back to Pandemonium. If he hadn't been so self-centred, so disgustingly selfish, then all these ruined lives would have been spared. So what right did he have, to hate her wasting time? Was it really selfish of her, if the life involved was hers? Was it really selfish for her brother to take her time, if he didn't know who or what he was anymore, so corrupted was he by Chrono's own horns?
And again it was his fault. It was his horns that had taken Joshua, and led Rosette to spend her life searching for him. It was his need for astral energy that had led her to become his contractor, him that was shortening her life needlessly. If it hadn't been for him, she would be just another girl, not a famous (among devils at least) exorcist, not a seeker, nothing but another orphan, living an ordinary life with ordinary people. Something most people wanted. But something Rosette was willing to give up, all for her brother.
If he thought about it enough he realised that he might actually be jealous. She dedicated her life to her brother. He was always on her mind, always a part of her. There was little Chrono wouldn't give to be so important to her, to have her fight for him and him alone. How selfish could a person, a devil, be? How could someone like him, a killer of thousands, expect so much, and yet give so little. Was it possible to be so greedy? It used to be something he hadn't ever considered, loving another. Never had he thought of being loved, particularly by a human. It was dangerous loving humans, especially a contractor. It only meant her death, inevitable, caused by him, would be harder. Unbidden, a tear fell from his eye.
"Chrono?" He looked up, startled, into her confused face. "Are you alright?"
Quickly he smiled. She was worried about him!
"Of course I am Rosette. Why wouldn't I be?"
She looked at him suspiciously for a moment, then with a sigh pulled him after her.
"Come on, we have marching orders. Let's go!"
Yes, she was wasting her life. But at least he got to share it with her.
"Let's go!"
disclaimer not mine, not mine…don't remind me. sigh
look, I'm really sorry, I know it's a dodge story, and I know Chrono's a little (or a lot) ooc, but I was really, really bored.
