Disclaimer: I own Chrono, yes I do! I'm a liar, how 'bout you!
Author's Note: See chapter one or chapter seven.
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Ticks of the Clock
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"H— how— why—!"
I blink slowly, silently gazing at the spluttering Sister Kate with unconcerned eyes. Hands clasped behind my back and a slight sway in my stance, I simply stare: allowing the glasses-wearing pill to collect her thoughts; breaking three pens in the process.
"Sister Rosette," she eventually manages to snarl, standing and crumpling half a dozen sheets of paper as she does so. "I cannot believe we're actually going to have to talk about this—again! I know for a fact that you remember our first conversation, regardless of how long ago it was."
Nodding, I smile slightly, further irritating the older woman.
"Then why?" Kate inquires, sounding almost desperate as she falls weakly back onto her chair. "Explain to me why you were caught having— why you were holding— the way you were— were— with that DEVIL!" She blows out her cherry-red cheeks, piercing me with her sternest stare. "WHY you were doing. . . that with CHRONO!"
". . ." I consider for a moment, cocking my head slightly in thought. I could give her many reasons: because I love him, because he loves me, because it feels right. . . But instead I answer truthfully, a wicked little grin growing on my face. "Because I can."