Disclaimer: I don't own Chrono Crusade, but in some parallel universe. . . I probably still don't.

Author's Note: See chapter one.


(A quick historical note- this sin wasn't always part of the seven. Originally its place was filled by 'tristia,' also known as 'sadness.' But because I'm sticking with the more modern list, I'm using accidia instead. Woo!)

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SEVEN

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Sin Three: Accidia

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Her snores could, in and of themselves, wake the dead. Of this, he was certain.

"Rosette. . ." Chrono whispered loudly, placing his hands on his Contractor's abdomen and shoulder, respectively; shaking her with a strained smile on his face. "Rosette! Wakey wakey!"

A drowsy mumble was her only reply- rolling away from his prodding calls with a bubbling gurgle. A vein throbbed on the devil's forehead. Typical.

"Rosette," he tried again, more firmly than before, "I'm serious! Sister Kate is going to skin you alive if you're late!" He hopped beside her on the bed, vainly hoping that the jostling of the mattress would awaken her.

Sure. And the sky had suddenly become yellow and sprouted purple polka dots.

Sighing deeply, the demon flopped onto his back; partially collapsed over Rosette, partially sprawled upon her pillows. He purposely gave a minor spasm. But alas, even his uncomfortable and unexpected movements did nothing to help rouse her- instead the sister simply shuffled over, giving her companion some room.

After all, trying to wake her was tiring work. Perhaps she could lull him, too, into slumber. . . ?

The Sinner glared at the back of her blonde head. "Oh no, you're not getting away with that again, girly girl," he grumbled, cheeks pinking when he remembered the last time he was stupid enough to fall under this Sleeping Fairy's spell. It had resulted in two weeks of kitchen and bathroom duty for the pair of them, as well as a private meeting between himself and the good Sister. She (and Father Remington) were both quite keen as to know why he had been found sleeping beside Rosette in his nightshirt. . . Needless to say, it hadn't been a very fun conversation.

"C'mon, up up up!" Chrono began once more, still lying beside her. Not having the energy to do anything more harsh, he started rapping his knuckles lightly upon the girl's forehead. She twitched, annoyed at the sensation. . .

. . . And consequently pulled the blankets over her head in retort.

"Dammit, Rosette!"

A small, sleepy snort of amusement- muffled by the quilts- met his pointed ears. His eyebrow ticked.

"Rosette," he began solemnly, pushing himself to his knees and looming over the lump that was his Contractor, "I will give you five seconds. If you do not get your lazy rear out of bed before I reach said number, I will have to do something I may later regret."

The bump of sheets stiffened slightly, intrigued and mildly worried.

"Five. . ."

Rosette, still half gone, seemed to be considering her options.

"Four. . ."

A tiny smirk formed on the devil's childish face. "Threetwoone." And with that, he attacked-

Tickling her for all she was worth.

" EEEYAAAAAAAAAAAA! CHRONOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Yes, he mused- cackling evil as the nun began to scream and curse, fighting to move out of the way- he was definitely going to end up regretting this later. She was, undoubtedly, going to kill him. Slowly. But for now, at least, they were both having fun.

And he wouldn't trade that for anything in the world.

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Sin Three: Sloth

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