Dear Diary
By: Yamiko #7
Welcome to Chapter Four of this crazy little piece of pseudo-fluff! As I write this, it is mid-December. Finals are over, Christmas break has officially commenced, packages are being sent out and received, there are already two kinds of fudge in the kitchen with cookies to join them soon, and we're lighting the fourth candle on the Advent Wreath tomorrow night. I guess my point is, Merry Christmas!
And for those of you politically correct sticklers who are offended by that particular greeting, Happy Hanukkah! Happy Kwanza! Season's greetings! And Happy Holy Days - erm, I mean, Holidays!
And if you're politically correct, why are you reading fan fiction? Least of all my fan fiction?
Something to ponder.
Take the above greeting that applies to you and enjoy Chapter Four!
Chapter Four: Rosette
I haven't gotten looks this weird since the day I walked into the Order with Chrno at my side.
Chrno...
Don't think about it!
Is it really all that weird for me to volunteer to do something to help out? I mean, I go down to Seventh Bell all the time.
That's different, though. It's not sweeping floors at the Order.
And even then, Chrno has to drag me kicking and screaming to get me to go.
I always have a good time, though. It just amazes me how Chrno can manage to keep track of Kevin, Matthew, and Billy at the same time. I never knew he was good with kids.
But then, I guess he was good with Joshua and me way back when.
I wonder how good he'd be with me now...
NO!
Stop thinking about it!
Things have changed. Time changes them.
I should know this by now.
And he was gone for such a long time.
People would argue with me on that one. Two months isn't long for the average person, I guess.
For somebody who's already run out of time once, two months is forever.
And I waited for him.
Damn it!
STOP!
But I can't. I can't stop.
Not now.
Not after what he said today.
Two months ago...he kissed me...
The rest of the memory comes flooding back.
He kissed me. He froze me and left to go fight Aion.
When I woke up he was gone.
He didn't come back. Not for a long time.
Too long.
And when he finally did come back, all he brought was news.
Aion was dead.
Great.
So what about us?
I never got the courage to ask him.
Time changes things. I was afraid of the change.
I think I still am.
Two months ago, he showed me he loved me. And he ran.
Today, he told me he loved me. And he ran.
I don't get it.
I don't understand anything. Not what he's doing, not what I'm doing...not even what I feel.
So what am I supposed to do now?
I don't know.
I just don't know anymore.
I think I did, once. I think I would have done something.
But not now. Now I'm just confused.
Confused and scared.
Sometime during this emotional tirade, I realize, I've sunk to my knees on the cold stone floor. I'm also missing the top part of my broom handle.
I broke the damn broom.
Great.
That's the last thing I need right now.
I get up and start looking for it. I don't see it anywhere. It's like it just disappeared somewhere.
I lean against the wall. A tear trickles down my cheek.
Great. Just great.
I'm crying because I can't find the damned handle of the damned broom.
So what else could go wrong?
Somebody taps my shoulder. "You're looking for this...right?"
I open my eyes, first to look at my missing broom handle in his hand, then to look at the face of the person who found it.
I think I've just answered my own question.
It's Chrno.
I think I need to add "corny" to the list of adjectives describing this fic. The broom thing was just bad. I couldn't really think of anything else, though, and isn't it just like Rosette to break something and not even know it? And I know it's abrupt, but it had to happen somehow, and this was as good as it got when I was writing it. If something better comes along later, I'll change it and erase this pointless little rant. (Rolls eyes) I am just having problems with this thing.
On the upside, though, this chapter is longer than two pages. I'm making some sort of progress, at least.
In case any of you were wondering, the mood of this fic is Trapt's "Stories in Our Lives." I'm not exactly sure that's what the song's called, but it's track 10 on their first CD. (For those of you who don't know, the "mood" is the song I put on repeat while I write the fic, and it may or may not improve the ambiance while you're reading it.) Just thought you'd like to know.
Chapter Three anonymous reviews time! Woo-hoo!
piss(star): Hey, you're back! People are actually coming back for the updates in this fic. Kowai, kowai. O.o Thanks for explaining your pen name. I get it now, and I learned a new word! You made my day. n.n
JasmineScent 85: Wow, you're back too! Sweet. n.n I'm afraid we might get into apology wars if I don't cut this off soon, so here I go: Thanks ever so much for the title suggestion. It was great: I'm just picky. I think I'll settle - I'm at the point where I can't really think of this fic being called anything else, plus it gives me something to complain about. (God knows us IB students aren't ever happy unless we're complaining. (Laugh)) So thanks again.
Rosette/Chrno Fanatic: The name still says it all. I'm so happy I've made you a "very happy little camper." After all, that's what this stuff is for, right? As for the genius complement...I nearly melted. I never figured somebody would call me a genius for this little...I dunno...(pokes the fic)...thing. I am flattered. AND (gasp) you said the two forbidden politically incorrect words! You wished me a "MERRY CHRISTMAS!"
I freaking love you for that. n.n
So, citing current trends in my reviews, I have concluded that (does the official throat-clearing thing, produces and dons a pair of Sister Kate glasses, and proceeds to read off a piece of paper) a) nobody thinks the Hamlet reference is too weird (otherwise I would have heard about it) and b) the massive amounts of sarcasm that go into this fic are immensely popular. (Shrug) Who'd'a thunk? Hey, sarcastic romance, maybe I'm on to something...or maybe I've been reading way too much Janet Evanovich. (Sigh) I tend to do that sometimes. Oh well.
This is going to be over next chapter! Wow...this went really fast. So, until Chapter Final, enjoy your break and have fun during whatever holiday you celebrate!
See ya!