Lord Cynic: "Yes, be warned, there's 2 more CC fanfics/updates after this. This is my second more-or-less non-story. It's the way I see what transpires during the crucial part of Episode 2. This version, the first one I wrote, is the physical side. That is, what actually happened in the external world. I hope you enjoy it… somehow.
Oh, in case you get confused: "He" or "His" refers to Chrono, while "She" "Her" refers to Rosette."
Lord Cynic: "I don't own Chrono Crusade. Daisuke Moriyama's a genius!"
Bond
The demon struck.
She started falling.
He watched in horror.
She fell onto the cold concrete.
He stared at her crumpled body.
She didn't move.
He waited.
She didn't move.
His brows furrowed.
She didn't move.
His eyes flared.
The Order watched in terror.
His eyes transformed from peaceful crimson to enraged ruby.
The Order trembled.
He stared at the demon with resentment.
The demon stared back, unfazed.
He emitted a dangerous aura.
The head nun warned her students.
His hair stood on end.
The head nun readied her own weapon.
His body stiffened.
The minister prohibited action.
His eyes scorched through the demon like red-hot coals.
The students grasped their guns with shaking hands.
He spoke with words of pure fury.
The demon flinched.
He swore vengeance for his special contractor.
She was still.
His eyes drifted to her unmoving body.
Her eyes didn't flutter.
His eyes lingered.
Her body didn't twitch.
He yelled.
The clock around her neck shook.
He screamed.
The clock rattled.
He roared.
The clock's seal began to open.
He bellowed.
The clock's seal begged for release.
He felt a power surge through his body.
The clock's seal demanded release.
He felt a physical force rush at him.
She leapt into her chest.
He stared at her in shock.
She cried in fear.
He froze in uncertainty.
She looked into his face.
He withdrew his anger.
She smiled with relief.
His mind was clouded with guilt.
She held him close.
He sought her comfort.
She tended to his shame.
He sought reassurance.
She granted it unconditionally.
He accepted her warmth.
She tightened her hold.
The head nun grew sceptical.
The Elder questioned the head nun's doubt.
The head nun was unconvinced.
The Elder shook his head.
The head nun furrowed her eyebrows inquisitively.
The Elder motioned to the embracing pair.
He buried his head into her chest.
She soothed him kindly.
He mumbled gratitude.
She smiled warmly.
Through her clothes, he grew a smile of his own.
She felt that smile and didn't let go.
The bond between the demon and his contractor strengthened even more.
