Rain

By Weaver Goddess

Much thanks to the ones who reviewed the first chapter! I love you all!

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Pyro the dark angel: I'm sorry you thought it was that sad! But, I'm glad you think it's good. That's what I was trying for anyway. XD

Outsane: I didn't mean to make you cry! Well, actually that's what I was aiming for. I glad you liked it!

He turned slowly away from the window and moved into the deeper recesses of the room. The dark and cool area where he could mourn and brood, as he liked. He smiled faintly to himself. This was Rosette's room, long ago.

'It figures,' he thought. 'The only time I'm allowed to live in her room, she's not here to call me a pervert and force me to leave…' In the darkest corner of the room was the bed where he slept, when he chose to sleep. This too, was Rosette's but he had moved it away from the window. There were too many hurtful memories associated with its location.

The old bedsprings creaked as he sat down, adding to the gloomy atmosphere. The rain still pattered softly outside, giving life to the otherwise dead buildings, now covered in ivy. His eyes roved over the little knickknacks scattered throughout the room, landing on one item in particular. His crimson orbs filled with glistening tears as he gazed upon the now silent watch. The surface was black and dead, showing no sign of the life that once filled it.

Memories rushed back to the violet haired devil, making him shudder in grief. Rosette smiling. Rosette fighting. Rosette holding him. Rosette getting yelled at by Sister Kate. Rosette…dying. He pulled his knees up to his chest, grasping them tightly with his hands. He laid his forehead against them, closing his eyes. It was of no use though. The tears slipped through and soaked his pants, leaving a dark stain on the black cloth. His whole body shook with the suppressed sobs, making the bed quake with him.

"Chrno…"

He raised his head suddenly, looking wildly about the room. He could have sworn that he had heard her voice, like she was right next to him. When his search proved fruitless, he sighed, an even deeper melancholy seeping through him. He stretched out across the bed face down in the pillow. The tears kept coming.

"Chrno!"

That time he knew he had heard her! He leapt to his feet, and began to search wildly throughout the room, tossing things everywhere in his frantic movements. Again, nothing. Not even a hint of her. He plopped down on the floor, in the midst of a pile of old treasures.

'I wonder if I'm finally going insane…' he thought to himself, smiling wryly.

"Dammit, Chrno, I'm trying to talk to you!"

"Rosette…?" He wondered aloud softly, raising his still streaming eyes towards the heavens. Nothing was there, but he could now sense her presence all around him.

"No…this is your conscience!"

He smiled softly, the tears coming even harder now, in the joy of hearing her voice. "Yes, Rosette?" He queried quietly, afraid that if he spoke she would disappear again.

She sighed. "Chrno…" she began, "You have to let me go."

He blinked, uncomprehending what she had said. Let her…go?

"Chrno, you and I can't move on until you let my memory rest. You're living on borrowed time already."

He shook his head wildly, his hair swirling around him in a violet hurricane. "Let you go Rosette?" he exclaimed. "Let you go? Never!" When she made no response, he continued. "You were everything to me! I can't let you go just like that! I can't lose you again!"

"Baka!" she growled at him. "If I could do it, I would smack you! I never left! I've been here, with you, ever since I died! Chrno, I died. I'm not afraid to admit it! It happens to everyone, eventually. It just happened to me sooner than most."

Surprise washed over Chrno as he thought back and realized he hadn't been alone. There had always been a small comforting presence nagging at the edge of his consciousness. A soft smile spread gradually over his lips as he thought, unbeknownst to him. The otherworldly presence began to brighten throughout the room, enveloping Chrno in its light.

He looked around, surprised but feeling better than he had in years. Suddenly, there was someone beside him, dressed in a long blue dress that matched her eyes. Crimson met sapphire, and the world stood still. Wordlessly, he ran to her, gathering her into his arms. She returned the embrace with equal passion. He held her for what seemed eons, before making up his mind to do what should have been done long ago. He shifted a little, so that his mouth was next to her ear. He watched carefully for any signs of resistance. There were none.

He parted his lips softly, and whispered carefully into her ear. "Rosette…I should have told you this a long time ago, but I didn't have the courage then. I do now. I understand if you don't feel the same but… Rosette…I love you." He closed his eyes, waiting for her reaction, whether it be rejection, or even anger. Nothing of the sort happened. He felt her cheeks widen into an ear-splitting smile. Pulling back a little, he gazed down into her beautiful face.

She pulled him a little closer to her. "Chrno…you silly goose. Of course of love you too." She reached up and pressed her lips to his. He kissed her back, showing her wordlessly the love he felt for her. Then, eventually they parted and grasped the other's hand in theirs, smiled, and walked off towards the steady green glow of the Astral Stream. Looking back for a moment, Chrno saw his still form lying on the ground in the cold dark room. He didn't care. He shifted his gaze back to his lover, as they slowly disappeared into the light.

Outside, two apostles watched as the stream in the sky that only they could see brightened for a moment, and then faded from view. The younger smiled at the older, happy tears running down her pale cheeks. The older brushed his honey-blond hair from his eyes and wiped a stray tear of his own away, as they headed inside.

'May you be able to have a happy life together, Rosette and Chrno…' he thought as they came into the devil's room and gazed upon the body therein. For the first time in years, the devil looked peaceful, a small smile stretched across his cold still face.

September 12, 1995

It was the first day of kindergarten. A small violet haired boy watched from the window as his mother drove away. He whimpered softly, sucking on the ends of his short braid. He wanted his momma, the other kids looked scary and mean. His teacher, a busty young redhead smiled and took him by the hand, leading him towards a group of young students. As he released her hand and walked towards the others she watched him go, she narrowing her eyes slightly. He was so like another boy she used to know.

The young boy sat on the edges of the mess of noisy children, nervous about joining in. He was about to go and find another place to play when a hand reached out and stopped him. It was a girl, with honey-blond hair that was put up in two short braids, not unlike his own. She grinned at him.

"Hi! I'm Rosette, and this is my brother Joshua! He's younger than me, but he's smart, so they let him comes anyway." From across the room, a small boy, hearing his name called, glanced up from the picture book he was looking at, and waved. His sister continued.

"Are you new? What's your name?" she queried, her blue eyes bright.

He could barely stammer out his name to this overly energetic girl. "C-Chrno…" he trailed off. She smiled.

"See, that's not hard! I need to go see if Joshua's okay now, okay? Bye-bye!" she called as she skipped off towards her brother. Chrno watched them go, a faintly questioning look in his eyes. Had he ever seen her before? He sighed softly and turned to go find a toy when another hand stopped him, this one belonging to a boy looking around a year older than him. The boy scowled at him, showing a missing tooth, as he sized Chrno up. Then he rolled his eyes.

"Lame! Why would Rosette want to talk with a baby like you? You're not even big enough to be in here!" he spat, jealously showing in his eyes.

Chrno blanched. What had he done wrong? He moved to edge away, to find the teacher, when the other saw the movement. He lashed out harshly, shoving Chrno to the ground. He clenched his fists and advanced towards the younger boy, when another voice stopped him.

"Hey Billy! Stop being mean to Chrno! He's my friend! Rosette stood there, huffing angrily at the gap-toothed youth. The boy paled and started muttering things under his breath as her left the scene. The other kids who had gathered around began to disperse slowly. Chrno was still on the floor, unsure of what to make of the situation. Finally he looked up at Rosette.

"Why did you do that?" he queried softly, curiosity radiating from his gaze and cocking his head slightly to the side. A light pale rose tint slowly covered her cheeks.

"Umm…" she stammered. "Well, you're really nice and cool, even if you're not so brave. Do you want to be friends?"

He hesitated for a moment and then nodded. A grin slid over Rosette's face. Stooping down, she offered Chrno her hand to help him up. He looked up at her for a moment longer, and then grasped her hand in his. When she had finished pulling him up, she turned to him and smiled.

"Come on!" she cried. "Let's go see what Joshua's doing!" That being said, she ran off, tugging Chrno along with her. He relaxed as they ran, knowing somewhere deep down that this was the beginning of a new destiny.

Owari.

Yay! It's done! I hope I didn't screw things up too bad. Oh, well. Hey everyone, I'm looking for a beta reader, so if you're interested, let me know through a review or e-mail! Thanks for stopping by!

Weaver Goddess