Disclaimer: I don't own Chrono Crusade, but in some parallel universe. . . I probably still don't.
Author's Note: See chapter one.
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SEVEN
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Sin Two: Invidia
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Sometimes he hated the boy. Truly, deeply, fully.
And in such detestation the only thing he accomplished was a feeling of bitter loathing towards himself. How dare he feel the way he did? After all, it certainly wasn't the boy's fault that he'd fallen into such a sweetly worded trap. It certainly wasn't the boy's fault that he was sickly and weak; that he was dying a slow death. It certainly wasn't the boy's fault that his sister loved him so much.
But if he couldn't blame Joshua, than who else was there?
Chrono shifted guiltily on his pew, trying to swallow his silent spite.
He was awful, even as devils went. . . despising someone who had once worshiped him like a god. One who had once adored him. One who he had once adored. But childish innocence and timeless afternoons were no longer in existence anywhere but in their minds. Chrono wanted to save the child, he honestly did- but he couldn't stand his beloved Contractor's undying commitment to the past. In fact, she was so loyal to old memories that it felt like she didn't want to bother creating any new ones.
That frustrated him- frustrated him for so many reasons. But mainly because he loved her.
God, he loved her so much.
But it was hard- near impossible- to love someone as greatly as he did and live on without having his feelings returned; all attempts at a relationship ignored. It wasn't that she had rejected him- far from it. And even if she had, rejection he could deal with.
Rejection he could understand.
What fueled resentment and anger in the pit of his stomach was how Rosette could take any potentially romantic situation- any at all!- and change it within moments into a discussion about her little brother. To a speech on his salvation. To a pep talk.
At times like those, Chrono had to wonder if his eyes remained red.
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Sin Two: Envy
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