Lord Cynic: "Okay, first of all, it's only right to warn you: this could well be a beta version. Why did I say that? Because I'm starting to think what you're about to read isn't the way it should be. However, I can't turn back on it now. Also, this will be chaptered, so expect more of it. Also, the songs featured here are… cough… in my current play list. That said, mock, laugh, faint, gasp, criticise my taste of music at will. I give you, the reader, that privilege. It's sort of payback for what you're about to read, ya? There'll be two songs per chapter, alternating between the POVs of our favourite nun-demon pair. As the summary states, it's obviously an AU, but I'm hoping I got the personalities right thus far. Actually, as I type this, I might include other characters, too. We'll see how it goes, eh? Might be… fun. Oh, one last thing: This is Rosette, this is Chrono. Okay, enjoy at your own discretion."
Lord Cynic: "I don't own Chrono Crusade. But I did go to a dance function last night… it was horrible. But at least I didn't dance. Meh. Oh, as for songs: "Last Night" is by Az Yet, and "Looking for clues" is by Robert Palmer."
Dance of destiny
Jukebox selection 1
Last night you were so into it
You told me secrets that
You've never told a soul
You were so nervous and yet oh so comfortable
As we explored your image of love
A teenage girl groaned as the serenade-like music rang through the dance hall. It was so slow and agonisingly boring, no wonder she didn't feel like dancing. She didn't even know why she was there. Her parents had insisted on it, and they'd hinted that she might find a cute boy she liked. The thought nearly made her puke into her 7th cup of punch that night.
I drank your wine
As you taste mine
I kissed your lips
You felt my body slip
Into your soul
I almost cried 'cause it was so beautiful
She gagged at the soppy (and saucy) lyrics that entranced similarly soppy idiots into dancing in the middle of the floor. She had no idea what was so romantic about it. It was only partway through the song and she had an inkling that she didn't want to hear the rest of it, just in case it produced dirty images.
Last night
I was inside of you
Last night
While making love to you
I saw the sun, the moon
The mountains and the rivers
I saw heaven when I made sweet love to you
She literally spit the punch onto the (unoccupied) floor in front of her. She was right, darn it. The song was hinting things that she, a 16 year old, shouldn't be listening to. Someone must have slipped it on behind the teacher's back, and since it can't be stopped in the middle, they had no choice but to let it continue. It didn't seem to matter to anyone else, though. The dancing couples thought it was lovely. Pfft, what would they know?
Last night, there was no planning it
It was so special and
So very innocent
We talked of memories
Our favourite fantasies
As we explored our visions of love
She hurriedly dived her cup into the large bowl of punch, ignoring the stains that dropped onto the tablecloth underneath it. She downed it in one swift gulp, and then scooped up another cup in quick succession. Anything to drown out the horrible lyrics that persisted. Urgh, what were people thinking? She scanned the room, to the dance floor, where increasing numbers of couples were slowly progressing. She fixed them with a glare from her clear blue orbs, but they were too content to notice.
Deep in the night
Right by the fireside
You felt my candlelight
In your soul
You felt incredible
I started to explodeI almost cried 'cause it was so beautiful
How sappy, she thought. Who cries when they're in love? Of course, she'd never fallen in love before. Why should she? Just to be fawned over by some four-eyed geek who talked of insects and chemistry. Yeck, no, thank you! She didn't need it. She didn't even need the thousands of idiots that winked at her or tried to pick her up. Nosiree, she didn't need it at all.
Last night
I was inside of you
Last night
While making love to you
I saw the sun, the moon
The mountains and the rivers
I saw heaven when I made sweet love to you
She huffed and sat back in her corner of the hall, clutching her cup. As soon as midnight approached, she was getting home as quickly as possible. She would've gone much earlier, but the doors were locked from the outside. Gee, great foresight, whoever planned this stupid thing. Now she was stuck with sappy music playing all night and a permanent scowl on her face. Where was a time machine when you needed one?
Sunlight, red roses
The scent of you, it calms the heart
The sight of you, I fall apart
Moonlight, the things we notice
When we're in love, that's when it comes
And I'm so in love, I'm so in love
Lucky you, she thought agitatedly. But with love comes a broken heart, so you lose, she concluded with a satisfied smirk. She glanced over at the dance floor, where the girls were rested their hands on their partners' shoulders. You'd never see me do that, she thought, I wouldn't fall for conforming to the crowd. I'll be singing at the top of my voice before that happens.
Last night
I was inside of you
Last night
While making love to you
I saw the sun, the moon
The mountains and the rivers
I saw heaven when I made sweet love to you
At last, the song's ending, she thought. Maybe they'll put on some tasteful music, none of the soppy romantic crap. Then she could at least bop in her chair, out of sight from the main crowd. She liked to be out of the way. Too many people (guys mostly) gawked at her during school for her tomboyish appearance and behaviour. Her initial reaction was to laugh to herself, but it all became too irritating too soon. At least here, she could remain in the corner and refuse to be noticed. Besides, her parents were wrong. No way was she gonna find a boy she found 'cute'. They're all idiots in her mind.
It's crazy but I'm frightened by the sound of the telephone, oh yeah
I'm worried that the caller might have awful news, oh my
Who knows these days where on earth the money goes, oh yeah
No doubt we could put it to a better use, oh myA new song started as a timid, violet-haired boy tentatively opened the hall doors. His wide, crimson eyes scanned the room quickly, hoping no one detected his belated appearance. Thankfully, everyone was too engaged in his or her dates/drinks, so he was able to slink in discreetly. However, he was greeted with the upbeat-sounding tunes that bellowed through the hall, and grasped his pointy ears gingerly.
You keep insisting that nobody showed you how to keep relationships, oh yeah
Your daddy made a real good try, oh my
You said you knew all along
We could work it out, oh yeah
Do you have to make a fuss every time we fly
Ooh, I'm looking for clues
Once his ears got used to the volume, his head started bopping to the tune of the song. It's quite nice, he thought. I'm glad I got here when I did, I might have missed it otherwise. But now he had to find a place to sit. He looked around, and most of the seats were taken by relaxing couples. Figures, he thought. It's my fault for getting here late... but it was such a long walk. I guess I'll sit against the wall.
I have to make an effort now I just to be serious, oh yeah
Nobody's gonna give you the benefit of the doubt, oh my
Every time I pick a paper up it's harder to believe the news, oh yeah
I'm gonna have to shake it up and twist and shout, oh my
There was no one he knew there, taking a quick look around. Granted, he hardly knew anyone at the school at all. He was the new kid, a transfer from a place he barely remembered. As the new kid, it was his duty, no, his privilege to be treated as such. As a result, he had next to no friends, and the fact that he didn't quite look like the others didn't help either. Particularly, a large, stout kid named Billy often teased his pointy ears and abnormally long and unruly violet hair. Not that the violet-haired boy cared, of course. He was far too used to the odd stares to notice. At least in an environment such as this, he could remain inconspicuous.
You can't do nothing that you don't put your mind to, oh yeah
I suspected all along you were a dream come true, oh my
I'm never in the dark 'cause my heart keeps me well informed, oh yeah
I'm convinced that there's a way of getting through to you
Ooh, I'm looking for clues
Initially, he was reluctant to attend the dance. He was infinitely shy, which in itself might have provoked his alienation from the rest of the kids. Perhaps he couldn't be blamed, though - how could you function normally in society when you're called a longhaired elf boy? Nonetheless, his parents had insisted he attend the dance tonight, as they'd hoped it might provide him with some social skills. He chuckled mentally at the thought. All he hoped for that night was to avoid eye contact and foreign projectiles, if he were to be seen in the shadows.
It's crazy but I'm frightened by the sound of relationships, oh yeah
I swear we could put it to a better use, oh my
Do hurry baby you've forgotten how to catch a night groove, oh yeah
You told all the callers you were not amused
Ooh, I'm looking for clues
He blushed lightly at the lyrics as they continued to blare through the building. Oh yeah, he thought abashedly, they also thought I could find someone I liked here. A girl. The first line of that verse couldn't have been more relevant in his mind. Yes, he had liked a girl once before. She was beautiful, blonde and caring. But she'd found someone else, tainting his heart in the process. Perhaps that was when his shyness had developed. Perhaps that's when everything wrong started...
You keep insisting that nobody showed you how to use a telephone, oh yeah
Nobody's gonna give you a second chance, oh my
I don't have to make an effort now to find out where the money goes, oh yeah
Do you have to make a fuss every time we dance
Ooh, I'm looking for clues
He sighed and leaned further against his wall. They're so lucky, he thought, gazing at the dancing students on the floor. They don't know what it's like to be looked upon with contempt. Ironic that they were the ones who held the contempt, but he was too caught up in his spectator status to notice. He honestly had no idea why he was at the event at all, other than that he was now stuck in the building until it ended, three hours later. Three hours... for some reason, it seemed like petty change to him. He didn't know why.
Do ya do ya do ya do ya
Ooh, I'm looking for clues
Ooh, I'm looking for clues
Ooh, I'm looking for clues
The song started to fade as the final lyrics repeated a few times. He sighed again and closed his eyes. He wasn't sleepy, he just needed to relax, ease some tension. He'd managed to sneak his way in without consequence, so he needed time to lower his heartbeat. He didn't like to make a fuss; he wasn't the type to look for attention. On the contrary, he tried to stay out of the way as much as possible. Unfortunately, it was hard at school, being a standout like he was. At least in this place, he could remain unseen, unnoticed, undisturbed... non-existent...
Lord Cynic: "One thing before I nick off. I apologise if the whole bolding text is too confusing to distinguish. Should I leave the lyrics as unformatted text, or are there better suggestions? I dunno... your call on whether or not this lives, people."