Disclaimer: I own Chrno, yes I do! I'm a liar, how 'bout you!

Author's Note: Please see chapter one for note.

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Ticks of the Clock

Memo to Me

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"Umm. . ."

"Yeah. . ."

Both stood awkwardly at her front door; the woman fidgeting with her purse, the man raking a hand through his dark hair. All in all, it hadn't been that good of a first date. . . He wasn't allowed back into any of the near-by restaurants for the rest of his life, she had had a little accident half-way through the night (which had resulted in a noticeable stain on the front of her gown), and both had found themselves at a lack of things to say. It wasn't so much that there wasn't anything TOO say- there was just no motivation to speak. The fact of the matter was that this Rosette sort of. . . scared him. And Chrono had the feeling that she wasn't used to dealing with her boss's boss on such a personal level.

'Memo to me,' he couldn't help but think, watching Rosette embarrassedly search for her house keys, 'fire Azmaria in the morning.'

Still, regardless of how. . . interesting. . . the whole night had been, Chrono wanted to end it all with a touch of class; not only his ego's sake, but to give them both something nice to say when someone asked.

"Well," he cleared his throat after a moment, smiling cheerfully down at the shorter girl. "This is always the strange part, isn't it? What to do now? Shake hands stiffly and walk away? Hug like friends? Or. . . ?"

Rosette paused, glancing up from her key ring in order to arch an eyebrow at the man. "Or. . . ?" she prompted, a glitter of challenge forming in her sapphire pools.

"Or," he continued softly, reaching out to take the young woman's hand. "We could meet somewhere delightfully in-between." Lifting the back of her palm slowly to his lips, he sunk into a slight bow- placing a chaste kiss upon her warm skin. And that was that.

Or so he assumed.

Straightening and preparing to say good-bye, the man was astonished to see a bored look upon Rosette's face. Odd. Every other bimb- er- lady- he'd tried that on had swooned, allowing him to quickly escape. What was?

Sighing heavily, the blonde shook her head. "Pathetic," she quipped, tugging her hand back. "Are you always this wimpy, or are you just out of practice? THIS is how you end a date."

Grabbing the lapel of Chrono's dress shirt without warning, Rosette forcefully yanked the man foreword; locking their mouths in a heated embrace. His eyes widened in shock at the bold action, a cherry-colored blush forming on his cheeks. 'Wha. . . !'

After a moment the woman loosened her grip, falling back onto her heels. "Now," she whispered, their noses brushing. "Grow a backbone and call me tomorrow. We're going out again on Tuesday. Got that?"

". . ." Gradually, a grin grew on the man's face; matching the one on Rosette's perfectly. "Yes, ma'am."

'Memo to me. . . Give Azmaria a raise in the morning.'

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Ending Note: I've had that idea in my head for ages. I'm so glad to have finally written it. XD