Hi. It's me again. Since there were no Yaoi stories with Chronos, I
decided to take matters into my own hands. Here are my twisted results..
-Xion comes out of nowhere and glares- "You forgot something.."
Oh, why do you torture me so! Fine I'll say it! Neither Bloody Roar or any of its characters themselves belong to me.. And I have nothing but a few pennies, so don't sue me, please.
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The wind whistled mournfully through the trees. There were no other noises when a young man wearing a red trenchcoat appeared limping on the sidewalk. The man, Xion cried out in pain, reaching up to his shoulder. Blood flowed freely from wounds on his shoulder, chest, and all up and down his legs. His once silver hair was plastered to his face and the back of his neck with blood. Utter blackness took over, darker than the night sky he walked under. He fell to the ground.
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He pushed mint green hair out of eyes of the same color as he walked in the street. The breath came form his lips in short white cotton puffs of stream, hovering around caramel skin. His fingertips had already started to numb, so he had put them in his yellow and black coat. If it wasn't for the dark blue shirt underneath the coat, he would have been dressed entirely in yellow and black.
"It sure is cold out here. Anyone out in this would have to be insane."
He stopped just after saying that and sniffed the air. There was a scent of warmth, of blood hidden among the bite of cold. The worst part about it was that it smelled familiar. It had a slightly different aroma than any other blood. It smelled like a Zoanthrope. He took another sniff and found where it was coming from, then turned and ran toward the smell.
He came across a giant grassy hill and sped up a little to crest it. He hopped over the two or three miniature boulders in his way, not bothering to slow down. Whoever was injured needed his help, fast. He saw a bright red spot a block away, surrounded by the grey concrete sidewalk when he came to the top of the hill. He slowed, hesitating. Was that who he thought it was? A Zoanthrope wearing red meant it could only be one person.
He knew he needed to help him, but he just kept staring. Xion would just get angry and try to kill him or something along those lines. Even though he knew all this, he felt enough pity and maybe understanding to help him out. He knelt down on the ground, reached down, and turned Xion so that he was laying on his back instead of his stomach.
"Oh God... Xion, what's happened to you? Who did this?"
He looked at the wounds and the pain in his heart grew. Not even the most evil person in the world deserved to die like this. He could feel tears welling up in his misty green eyes, but did not try to stop them. One by one they splashed onto Xion's face and neck, blending in with the red already there.
"Well, you always said red was your favorite color. Are you happy now that you're covered from head to toe in it?"
He sat there for a moment, looking down at Xion. Why was it so easy for him to cry, to show emotions even though no one cared? There was a sudden movement. He looked down into frozen blue eyes, half closed but full of hate.
"What are you doing here, Chronos??"
"Saving you. You can beat me up all you want later, and if you do, I hope you will remember this and feel so guilty about doing so!"
He added, "as guilty as I feel for almost turning and walking the other way to leave you dying in the cold." under his breath.
"I heard that, you pathetic excuse for a phoenix."
"I could have left you!"
"You know as well as I do that you don't have the heart to."
"I almost did."
"Yeah, and you say that every time. You also say that you will leave me there next time, but it never happens."
"I hate you! And this time, I'm proving you wrong."
With that, Chronos stood up and turned around, about to walk off. A tug at his coat prompted him to stop only one step away. Xion stood up with much effort and limped around him until he was right in front of him. Xion looked at him and Chronos took a step back in surprise. The normal hatred in his eyes was not present.
"Chronos.."
"Xion, don't look at me."
"I'm sorry."
"What d--"
Xion collapsed, but before he hit the ground Chronos caught him. His wounds had healed partly, though he would still need help. As if to confirm his thought, Xion flinched and hissed in pain before unconsciously trying to turn into his arms. Chronos sighed in irritation and picked him up. Xion's arms and legs hung down while Chronos held him up by the back across the shoulder blades and under his knees. Whoever had hurt Xion this bad was stronger than the two of them and Uranus put together. He shuddered and shut the thought out of his head. Now was not the time for that, for he had to get him home. A shiver ran through Xion's body.
He was cold? Xion never got cold, just like Chronos never got hot. Chronos stopped and closed his eyes, concentrating. A few moments later, both he and Xion started to radiate with a faint golden glow. He had become the Phoenix. Xion pulled closer but stopped shaking, the heat Chronos was now emitting quite enough for the two of them, (A/N: Don't be thinking nasty!) and so now Xion was feeding off of it. Chronos looked down at him, shook his head and rose up into the air.
The wind whistled past his face, playing wiht his copper-colored feathered wings. If he hadn't have had Xion with him, he would have been doing flips in mid-air and other stunts. He would be enjoying the cold gusts of air swirling around him, the beautiful star-lit night sky, flying through the cotton-candy clouds... It was soon time to land, because he could see Xion's home approaching fast. Chronos slowed down and glided to the ground.
He landed and almost fell, not used to the extra weight that came from Xion. After walking up to the door and realizing it was locked, he sighed, became human again and gently put Xion down on the ground. He stuck his hand in Xion's coat pocket and after the second pocket, he found the keys. Key actually. With all the money Xion got from the tournament.. Wait, he didn't get anything out of it. He was lucky to make it out of there.. Chronos looked down at his wrist, where a faint white scar marred his tanned skin.
"Maybe one day, you'll find out what I went through to keep you safe and then you'll understand why I'm so 'weak' around you."
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Well, should I keep it up?
Xion: No... How dare you hurt me!
I can hurt you if I want to you ungrateful cockroach-beast
Xion: It's called an unborn, woman. And where's Chronos?
-Chronos appears out of nowhere, wearing a pink fairy suit.-
Chronos: Xion, help me... This woman is evil.. She's eviler than you are..
-Xion helps him out of the suit and into some better clothes, alternating between blushing and smirking-
Xion: If you ever do something like this again, I swear.. I'll tie you up in a closet and make Ganesha sit on you!
-Author puts Xion in a suit and cackles evily- Now you two knock it off! Youre going to take up more room than the story itself! -turns to readers- Review please, it will hopefully keep me going. And for all the people who have read Crystal Tears, I'm sorry! All these other stories are coming up.. I havent given up on Cloud and Seph yet!
-Xion comes out of nowhere and glares- "You forgot something.."
Oh, why do you torture me so! Fine I'll say it! Neither Bloody Roar or any of its characters themselves belong to me.. And I have nothing but a few pennies, so don't sue me, please.
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The wind whistled mournfully through the trees. There were no other noises when a young man wearing a red trenchcoat appeared limping on the sidewalk. The man, Xion cried out in pain, reaching up to his shoulder. Blood flowed freely from wounds on his shoulder, chest, and all up and down his legs. His once silver hair was plastered to his face and the back of his neck with blood. Utter blackness took over, darker than the night sky he walked under. He fell to the ground.
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He pushed mint green hair out of eyes of the same color as he walked in the street. The breath came form his lips in short white cotton puffs of stream, hovering around caramel skin. His fingertips had already started to numb, so he had put them in his yellow and black coat. If it wasn't for the dark blue shirt underneath the coat, he would have been dressed entirely in yellow and black.
"It sure is cold out here. Anyone out in this would have to be insane."
He stopped just after saying that and sniffed the air. There was a scent of warmth, of blood hidden among the bite of cold. The worst part about it was that it smelled familiar. It had a slightly different aroma than any other blood. It smelled like a Zoanthrope. He took another sniff and found where it was coming from, then turned and ran toward the smell.
He came across a giant grassy hill and sped up a little to crest it. He hopped over the two or three miniature boulders in his way, not bothering to slow down. Whoever was injured needed his help, fast. He saw a bright red spot a block away, surrounded by the grey concrete sidewalk when he came to the top of the hill. He slowed, hesitating. Was that who he thought it was? A Zoanthrope wearing red meant it could only be one person.
He knew he needed to help him, but he just kept staring. Xion would just get angry and try to kill him or something along those lines. Even though he knew all this, he felt enough pity and maybe understanding to help him out. He knelt down on the ground, reached down, and turned Xion so that he was laying on his back instead of his stomach.
"Oh God... Xion, what's happened to you? Who did this?"
He looked at the wounds and the pain in his heart grew. Not even the most evil person in the world deserved to die like this. He could feel tears welling up in his misty green eyes, but did not try to stop them. One by one they splashed onto Xion's face and neck, blending in with the red already there.
"Well, you always said red was your favorite color. Are you happy now that you're covered from head to toe in it?"
He sat there for a moment, looking down at Xion. Why was it so easy for him to cry, to show emotions even though no one cared? There was a sudden movement. He looked down into frozen blue eyes, half closed but full of hate.
"What are you doing here, Chronos??"
"Saving you. You can beat me up all you want later, and if you do, I hope you will remember this and feel so guilty about doing so!"
He added, "as guilty as I feel for almost turning and walking the other way to leave you dying in the cold." under his breath.
"I heard that, you pathetic excuse for a phoenix."
"I could have left you!"
"You know as well as I do that you don't have the heart to."
"I almost did."
"Yeah, and you say that every time. You also say that you will leave me there next time, but it never happens."
"I hate you! And this time, I'm proving you wrong."
With that, Chronos stood up and turned around, about to walk off. A tug at his coat prompted him to stop only one step away. Xion stood up with much effort and limped around him until he was right in front of him. Xion looked at him and Chronos took a step back in surprise. The normal hatred in his eyes was not present.
"Chronos.."
"Xion, don't look at me."
"I'm sorry."
"What d--"
Xion collapsed, but before he hit the ground Chronos caught him. His wounds had healed partly, though he would still need help. As if to confirm his thought, Xion flinched and hissed in pain before unconsciously trying to turn into his arms. Chronos sighed in irritation and picked him up. Xion's arms and legs hung down while Chronos held him up by the back across the shoulder blades and under his knees. Whoever had hurt Xion this bad was stronger than the two of them and Uranus put together. He shuddered and shut the thought out of his head. Now was not the time for that, for he had to get him home. A shiver ran through Xion's body.
He was cold? Xion never got cold, just like Chronos never got hot. Chronos stopped and closed his eyes, concentrating. A few moments later, both he and Xion started to radiate with a faint golden glow. He had become the Phoenix. Xion pulled closer but stopped shaking, the heat Chronos was now emitting quite enough for the two of them, (A/N: Don't be thinking nasty!) and so now Xion was feeding off of it. Chronos looked down at him, shook his head and rose up into the air.
The wind whistled past his face, playing wiht his copper-colored feathered wings. If he hadn't have had Xion with him, he would have been doing flips in mid-air and other stunts. He would be enjoying the cold gusts of air swirling around him, the beautiful star-lit night sky, flying through the cotton-candy clouds... It was soon time to land, because he could see Xion's home approaching fast. Chronos slowed down and glided to the ground.
He landed and almost fell, not used to the extra weight that came from Xion. After walking up to the door and realizing it was locked, he sighed, became human again and gently put Xion down on the ground. He stuck his hand in Xion's coat pocket and after the second pocket, he found the keys. Key actually. With all the money Xion got from the tournament.. Wait, he didn't get anything out of it. He was lucky to make it out of there.. Chronos looked down at his wrist, where a faint white scar marred his tanned skin.
"Maybe one day, you'll find out what I went through to keep you safe and then you'll understand why I'm so 'weak' around you."
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Well, should I keep it up?
Xion: No... How dare you hurt me!
I can hurt you if I want to you ungrateful cockroach-beast
Xion: It's called an unborn, woman. And where's Chronos?
-Chronos appears out of nowhere, wearing a pink fairy suit.-
Chronos: Xion, help me... This woman is evil.. She's eviler than you are..
-Xion helps him out of the suit and into some better clothes, alternating between blushing and smirking-
Xion: If you ever do something like this again, I swear.. I'll tie you up in a closet and make Ganesha sit on you!
-Author puts Xion in a suit and cackles evily- Now you two knock it off! Youre going to take up more room than the story itself! -turns to readers- Review please, it will hopefully keep me going. And for all the people who have read Crystal Tears, I'm sorry! All these other stories are coming up.. I havent given up on Cloud and Seph yet!