Lord Cynic: "Well, it's not a sequel in the true sense. However, this concept came to me at 7am at school, and I couldn't rid myself of it. You'll have to read it to see, but it won't be long. In fact, it's quite miniscule for my averages. I don't think I can ever write a 5000+ chapter ever again...

Oh, just for the record, this'll turn into an odd collection of one-shots with one subject. If you didn't get the subject from the title and the summary, you should get it from this. I damn hope you will, or Lord help you."

Lord Cynic: "I don't own Chrono Crusade. There, that's easy."

Privacy is a bitch in nun's clothing

All was relatively quiet in the Magdalene Order. A few nuns chatted and giggled as they walked along the courtyard, and random explosions were audible from the Elder's lab. Nonetheless, it was definitely peaceful. Not a soul wasn't content, not a leaf out of place, not a breeze too harsh.

Alas, peace can only last so long in the Los Angeles branch of the Magdalene Corporation.

A young, pointy-eared, violet-haired boy crept along the corridors of the convent, careful to avoid attracting attention. His conspicuous appearance among the females was enough to be a distraction, but since he was also a demon, everyone was just a teeny bit suspicious of his motives for being in the Order. They were still uneasy about his true nature, and the moral values of a demon being in such a holy place was ludicrous. In fact, the head nun was totally against such an idea, but the demon boy's only female confidante was also his saviour. Sister Rosette Christopher was stubborn to the core, and not even the wizened Sister Kate could stand in her way when she wanted something. As a result, although he took residence in the Elder's less-than-appealing shack, Chrono the Sinner was accepted into the Order.

Speaking of which, he was heading towards his confidante's quarters, determined to awake her for the coming day. Granted, it was an exasperated request from his number 1 critic, but he planned to do so anyway. He wouldn't live it down if he let his contractor, the ever-fiery Sister Rosette, waste a whole day in bed. There just wasn't enough time for that. Not since...

Chrono shook his head. No, it wasn't appropriate to think about things like that. He had only one mission: Awake the sleeping beast and avoid its terrible wrath. It was an accurate description of his contractor, in his mind. She wasn't exactly a graceful sleeper. At times, she snored louder than any demon could roar. Not that he would tell her that - there wouldn't need enough astral energy in the universe to resurrect him afterwards.

Chrono gulped as he continued to walk through the halls, listening to the faint snoring of the blonde exorcist. He sweatdropped as he began to contemplate whether her snores were really summoning calls for some sort of otherworldly freaky creature dissimilar to his own kind.

Nonsense, he managed to convince himself. I'd tear them to shreds if they got within 10 feet of her, regardless of their intentions.

The indirect possessiveness exhibited in his thoughts caused him to blush in embarrassment, which provoked giggles from passing sisters. However, the somewhat prominent pink tinge in his cheeks somehow went unnoticed by the same people. Strange, that, especially considering the bright sunlight pouring through the windows.

He eventually shook his head of his thoughts and continued on his way. The only 'map' at his disposal was Rosette's snoring, which was almost as endless as the corridor he was walking through. He followed the sound, which was like a disembodied, wordless rumble leading the way. Disturbingly enough, it seemed to suit Rosette.

Chrono had just walked through the 7th hallway when the snoring suddenly got louder, indicating to him that he was getting closer to his goal. He consequently quickened his pace, but as soon as the snoring raised an octave, it disappeared altogether. The abrupt silence caught him off-guard, and somewhere a group of sisters were sighing in relief. However, the ceased snoring baffled the demon boy as he started to reach his destination.

Immediate, unpleasant thoughts sprang to Chrono's mind, dominated by worries of harm to Rosette, which topped the list. He started to seriously reconsider his paranoid theory about hideous monsters infiltrating his contractor's room as he pounded the floor with his feet, trying to pick up the pace.

However, there was a problem with his attempts at heroics. His over-protectiveness shrouded his common sense (would the beasts really survive in Rosette's company?), so he wasn't thinking clearly when he burst into the blonde girl's room.

"Rosette!" he cried, almost tripping over himself in distress - then he looked up.

The sight he beheld would scar him (physically and psychologically) forever.

The sun shined brightly on the Los Angeles branch of the Magdalene Order. It was relatively tranquil, with no signs of ironic violence. Elder's explosions had halted, but there were still other sounds to take its place. Random birds whistled to the trees, while nuns gossipped in the courtyard. The wind blowing was light, a gentle presence in the Order as it caused tree branches to sway carelessly. The silence was truly beautiful, a creation of serenity and harmony among all living things.

"CHRONO!"

And with one word, the silence was broken, shattered, drawn and quartered.

"You sick, disgusting pervert!"

"I thought you were asleep, really!"

A flash of violet streamed out of the convent into the courtyard, and was quickly followed by a flash of blonde. When the zoom was activated, Chrono the retreating demon boy and Rosette the pursuing nun could be distinguished, although the latter was dressed in a less-than-flattering nightgown. However, the focus point would (or should) be the expression of pure vengeance (the Elder doesn't count).

Unfortunately for Chrono, he was the dartboard for Rosette's wrath. He tried to increase the pace of his running, but Rosette kept right on his tail. In fact, she seemed to be gaining on her prey, provoking a cry of despair from the demon boy.

"What did you think you were doing, barging into my room like that?" Rosette hissed through her teeth. "I was getting dressed!"

"Sister Kate wanted me to wake you!" Chrono gasped between breaths as he ran.

"Don't you know how to knock?" Rosette said as if it should've been the most obvious thing in the world. "I could have been naked, and - urgh! You're dead!"

"I-I thought you were in trouble," Chrono stammered, trying to defend himself. "Your snoring stopped while I was halfway to your room, so I -"

"'My snoring?'" Uh oh, Chrono touched the green wire instead of the red one. "What do you mean, 'my snoring'?"

"Oh, er, um," Chrono stammered. "Oh crap."

"'Oh crap' is right!" Rosette snarled as she was almost in reach of Chrono. "You'll suffer more than just my snoring when I'm done with you! Get back here!"

Chrono yelped suddenly when Rosette grabbed the end of his hair and pulled it back. However, she tugged just a teeny bit too hard and caused him to fall backwards - onto her. More yelps followed as demon collided with nun (holy hell!), as did grunts when they made abrupt contact with the ground.

Chrono was the first to recover, but when he did, he found his face wedged between Rosette's nightgown-covered breasts like salami between bread. Face flushing redder than his eyes, he immediately leapt off the unconscious exorcist's body - or so he thought. He began to rub his sore head, possibly to rid himself of his embarrassment, so he failed to realise that Rosette was very conscious, and very pissed. Her eyes were narrowed almost into her skull, and an aura more lethal than the fiercest of demons surrounded her. The knuckles of her clenched fists were turning white with rage, and had her hair been standing on end, she might have been perceived as turning into a Super Sister Rosette (DBZ reference).

However, even without a freaky superhuman transformation, she could still kick ass. It just so happened that the ass she wanted to kick was right in front of her too.

"Ourgh," Chrono groaned, sitting up awkwardly. Suddenly, he sensed the presence of someone with tremendous, perhaps unsurpassable power. His curiosity overwhelming his trepidation and he raised his head to see his infuriated contractor bearing down on him. "R-R-Rosette!"

"CHRONO!"

"Oh shit!"

Somewhere, in the city of Los Angeles, a deafening, feminine cry was followed by a crack, which was followed by a bloodcurdling, anguished scream.

Lord Cynic: "Okay, everyone, on the count of 3. 3… 2… 1… It sucks to be Chrono the Sinner! Heh. Thanks for participating."