Me: Sorry for taking so long. I re-read my first chapter the other day and was ashamed to see so many mistakes! The biggest ones were with her name! I'd been trying out so many different names for her I guess I forgot to switch it back sometimes! I'm such a n00b at this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chrono Crusade. Dammit...

Chapter 2: Truth or…

The boy named Chrono led me out of the school doors. I was hesitant to go with him on account of his strange, but surprisingly cute, appearance. His purple hair kid of shocked me at first but I shouldn't be one to talk. I've got hair so blue that's it's almost black, remember?

"You look just like her," he said.

"Who? I look like who?" I asked, adjusting my backpack strap which was slung over one shoulder.

"Oh, just someone I knew a long time ago. So yeah, I'm guessing that you're a bit confused as to why I asked you to take a walk with me. Am I right?" He said, walking down the sidewalk making it appear as if there was no reason to walk fast to where we were going.

"Yeah… how do you know me? Have we met somewhere else before?" I questioned him with great intent to find the truth. It might not have been the smartest on my part to walk home with a complete stranger.

Yeah, I can just see it now. I walk into the house, mom is in the kitchen and dad is at the table reading the paper. The boys are upstairs, yelling at the top of their lungs over who gets to play the video game next. 'Hi, mom! Hi, dad! I brought this strange boy home with me! Can I keep him? I promise to take care of him!' Pfh… Yeah, right.

"Um, we haven't met like this before, no. We just knew each other a few years back. I'm sure you don't remember that…" He paused and looked away and the sports fields, as if trying to avoid the subject.

"Oh… well, why did you call me out here and totally make me miss my bus home?" I asked.

"Just wanted to talk. You know, catch up on things…" There! He did it again! He knows something that I don't!

But before I could round on him, I found we were standing in front of my house. The old, purple Victorian house stood 3 stories high; quietly on a small hill. The attic was my room. And before I realized where Chrono had gone, he was climbing the steps to our wrap around, wooden porch. I ran and caught up to him as he knocked on the door. It flew open inward and there stood my parents. They both looked sallow faced and pale.

"Hello, Chrono. It's been a long time," said my father. My mother continued for him, "Why don't you come and, uhh… have dinner with us. I was just about to start it." She gave a strained smile and they backed away to let the doorway free. Chrono stepped into the house first, followed hesitantly by me.

Okay. It's definite that they know something that I don't. This is really pissing me off .I thought.

I closed the door behind me and dropped my bag to the side. I hurried into the dining room, where Chrono was seated with my parents. The chair at the head of the table was closest to me so I sat down and waited.

I twiddled my thumbs in my lap and bounced my leg, (which is a habit now) and kept waiting for someone –anyone—to start talking. And yet everyone was dreading to speak, including myself.

My mother started but it was apparently hard for her, "Angie… we haven't been completely honest with you over the years. We wanted to protect you—"

"Protect me from what!" I interrupted; getting angry. Okay, this is weird! Do they really think that I need protecting!

"Angela Rosette Christopher! That was very rude. Please… continue," my father shouted at me… Wow. Haven't heard my full name used in a scolding in a very long time. This was very, very bad.

"We should have told you years ago… but Angie… we are… not your real parents…" my mom's eyes started to glisten, signaling a cry fest soon.

It took a while for that information to sink in. I sat absolutely still and gawked. A-Are they for real!

The parents I knew and loved turn out to be a cover-up for someone else to give me up. My whole entire life that I knew no longer existed anymore. It was just one big, fat lie. My eyes began to water now too and my lower lip started to quiver. I took in a long, shaky breath.

"We wanted to tell you sooner. We really did but we couldn't… it would have been wrong to tell someone so young something so aweful. But now we can see, no matter what age… it's still a heavy burden." My dad (or whoever this man was now) said. He was apparently having a hard time too.

The only person in the room who didn't seem like they were going to bawl their eyes out at any second was Chrono. Why were they telling me this in front of him! What's he got to do with it! Chrono just stared at the floor, his face set and his eyes unmoving.

"We also thought it would have been best if your grandfather were to take you home for a change," said my 'mom'. She glanced over at Chrono then back at me, gripping her husbands hand with hers.

This is when I snapped out of it. This had to have been a joke! A gag for me the day before my 15th birthday! Yeah! This kid is just an actor they hired to pull it off!

I stood up from my chair and leaned forward, my arms supporting me. I had a goofy grin on my face expecting someone to burst out laughing saying "Just kidding!" or "Happy late April Fool's day!" or slap a fish on my back and scream, "Poisson d'Avril!" or something like that. But when none came, I slammed my fists into the table in frustration and complete confusion.

"Cheese and rice! He's only 12 years-old! It's just not humanly possible!" I ran out of the dining room, followed by calls from my so-called parents.

I stomped up to my bedroom and slammed the door shut. I tripped over a pile of dirty clothes in the middle of my room and cried out as my toe cracked.

I ran over to my bed and covered my head with the red comforter. It had to be a dream! A bad dream. I HAVE TO WAKE UP!

When nothing happened, I rushed over to my screened window and unlatched the screen. Taking it out and throwing it on the floor in anger, I pushed up on my window and crawled out onto the garage roof. I ran into complete darkness to the peak of the roof. I plopped down on it and tried to keep it together. But it was no use. I hated the world. I hated life. I hated everything. It just wasn't fair. Why did this have to happen to me?

I cried for the first time in a long while that night, but silently. I'm not one to show sadness.

Time seemed to pass slowly as if I were in slow moving mud. I brought my knees up to my chest and sniffed into my jeans.

I sensed a movement behind me. I turned my torso to see what it was and saw a silhouette from my illuminated room window. It was Chrono. I turned back around and pretended not to see him.

I heard Chrono crawl out onto the roof and come over to me. I shifted my body so that I wouldn't have to look at him. He sat beside me and stared up at the cloudless, night sky.

"It's beautiful, isn't it," he said quietly. I looked over at him and saw the moon and stars reflected in his eyes. Then his gaze shifted to another celestial object, the Northern Lights.

"You know what those are?" He asked. Without a response from me, he continued, "They are called the Astral Lines. In this day and age they are either regarded as Northern Lights or sometimes seen as the Milky Way."

Pretending I was still ignoring him, I looked up with curiosity. Chrono continued on.

"The Astral Lines are the source of all life. In other words, it's our souls. When we are born, Astral energy flows down to it, giving it life. When that life ends, the Astral energy flows back up to the 'river' and continues its flow to… who knows where."

It was fascinating, and yet I didn't want to listen. It was a nice fairy tale but it was just a theory. No one knows the truth. I stared up at the Lights in silence. Then thinking about it for a minute, I broke the quiet of the night saying, "Who are you? Really."

Chrono replied, "I'm Chrono, the Sinner. Truth is… I'm a demon."

"D-D-D-D-D-D-Demon!" I stuttered frantically. "A demon! But that's not possible!"

"Oh really? If thought if it can't be possible, I wouldn't be talking about it here wth you right now."

I looked down to the grass, my eyes wide. To think! All this time I'd been talking to a demon! But.., he doesn't look like one! I mean… he looks about 12 years-old or something! And he doesn't look dangerous at all!

"And… the same demon blood runs through your veins. You are the last heir to the half-demon, half-human clan known as the Christopher family. I'm your grandfather."

This time I leapt to my feet, "Oh no you don't! You're talking crazy talk now! If you're trying to make me fall for that crackpot story, it's not going to work!"

Chrono just looked at me with those deep eyes. I fell into an almost hypnotic state and my arms dropped limply to my sides. Then,… some how… I can't explain it. But I knew. I knew it was true. Don't ask me how…

Then I started freaking out again, 'WHAT! ME! A DEMON!" The neighbor's dog barked at the sound of my shrieks.

"Rose—I mean, Angie! Calm down!" He grabbed my sweatshirt and yanked me down. I sat quietly for a few milliseconds then leapt right back up again.

"OHMYGAWD!" I stated jumping up and down, my arms swinging in the air even faster.

"SIT DOWN!" He yanked me back down and this time I stayed.

"I… just can't be… I mean…" I started but Chrono cut me off.

"Ever do something you can't quiet explain? Like something unexpected and very strange? When you get angry, do objects from shelves fall to the floor? Do you feel different when you get emotional? Not the normal different that everyone feels, but different in your own way… You know what I mean." He hinted.

I paused before I spoke, "… when I was a little kid, I always imagined that I was different than everyone else. That I'd have my own adventures to tell my grandkids. When things began to happen to me, I hid behind the troubled, rebellious teen look. A sort of façade for my true thoughts. I dyed my hair, pierced my ears mulitiple times, typical stuff. But… now that I've learned the truth, I don't want to be different. I want to be just like everyone else! I want to be normal! Or at least go back to thinking I'm normal!..." I trailed off, and stared up at the Astral Lines again. It was quiet for a bit, us two staring at the sky. Then I broke the silence again.

"So, you're my grandpa, huh," and Chrono nodded.

"How's that possible? I mean, you look no older than my… brother." I paused before I said 'brother', thinking about what happened earlier. If I'm adopted, they really aren't my siblings.

"Well, it's simple really. I'm actually around 200 years old. I've lost track over time, so give or take a year or more."

My mouth dropped open,… that's when I lost my balance when I leapt up again. I fell right off the roof and into our garbage cans below.

"Oww…" I said, sitting in the can rubbing my head. I saw Chrono poke his head over the roof to look down at me.

"Are you alright?" he asked, as I looked around for something to help me get out.

"Y-Yeah…" I grunted, trying to grab the side of the house to get out of the can, but I only managed to trip it over. "Wah!" I yelled as the can and I fell sideways to the ground.

Me: I don't think this chapter was very good. But I promise the third one will me better!