Hey, all! This is my first Chrono crusade fic. And yes, I spell it with the extra 'o' because I find it more aestetically pleasing. Anyway, I was joking about a roomate to some friends, and remarked that sometimes I wished I had some holy water to put on the toilet so I could find out for sure if she was a demon or something. We all laughed, and then this little voice in my head started whispering that I could use that in a fanfiction. So I did. I do not own Chrono Crusade, by the way. Enjoy!


Rosette Christopher was mad. No, not mad, pissed. Stupid Chrono, she thought, how dare he call me irrational...

The young nun sat looking out her window as she polished her gun. She was going through PMS, although she herself didn't realize it, and felt a need to lash out at anyone for anything. Chrono calling her irrational fit the bill, she though. So how to get revenge?

Well, first, think about Chrono. What were his habits? Well, he got up in the morning at about the same time. On the rare occasion she was up before him, she had to wait while he methodically dressed himself. Then he went to the bathroom, where he brushed his teeth and presumably did his business. Then, if Rosette hadn't woken on her own, he came and got her, and they spent the day doing chores and taking orders. Later, they ate dinner, and went their separate ways. She assumed he bathed at night, because he was always clean by morning.

Boring, really. She sighed, putting the gun back in the weapons box. Then she paused, her fingers brushing over one of the items in the box. A wicked grin spread across her face. Yes, that would do nicely, she thought. All she had to do was leave it lying around where he'd be sure to get it on him. The grin widened. She knew just the place...

She made sure to wake up extra early the next morning.

When Chrono woke up that morning, he was surprised to find that Rosette was already awake, waiting for him. She sat in the hall after he'd gotten dressed, smiling sweetly. "Good morning, Chrono."

He attributed her unusually cheerful attitude to mood swings, nodding a greeting as he went into the bathroom. He was not a morning devil, and remained groggy even after splashing cold water in his face. He remained groggy, in fact, right up until he sat down to go to the bathroom.

Then he shot upwards, howling in pain. It burned! He bit back another cry of pain. Damn it! That's why she was up so early! He frantically lurched into the shower and turned it on. He had to get it off! The cold water soothed his burned flesh, but only a little bit. Chrono whimpered softly, wondering what he could have possibly done to deserve this.

What in the world had possessed Rosette to put holy water on the toilet seat?


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