Missed You

A Chrno Crusade fanfic.

By: Wondering Heart

Rosette and Chrno went different ways, eventually forgetting all about each other and their past friendship… kind of. Now, two years later, Rosette begins to have constant dreams about a certain devil. How will she react when the demon of her dreams shows up in real life, and it's gone completely insane?

Rating: M

A/N: I… am SO sorry. This chapter is not even long enough to make up for its tardiness, either… :(

The night was full of stars; there was not a cloud in the sky. There was a purple-haired demon staring out into a city only a few miles near him. The only thing that separated it from him was the vast river now darkened by the lack of sunlight. No other living creature was near, as he had purposefully scared them all away with his own demonic aura; he did not wish to be disturbed.

Had Rosette woken up? He doubted it. The wounds he had inflicted on her had apparently been too deep for a mere human to get over it without several days—if not weeks—of rest. Maybe if he had gotten her to one of those hospitals sooner, she would have been better by now. Damn him for not acknowledging that the girl had been in need of help in order to recover, or rather, damn her for being but a weak human!

He got up, and was about to fly somewhere else where the view of the city would have been clearer when he suddenly felt… different. A sensation he hadn't felt in quite a long time, something he almost could not remember, a feeling he almost could not quite place. The key to all of this was… almost.

"Aion," Chrno growled, recognizing the stirring in his body to be the reaction to the presence of another demon. One that was just as powerful as he was. He looked around, and then saw it: The other demon's silhouette being more or less invisible in the darkness, yet easy enough to decipher because of Chrno's superior senses and the vague lighting the moon and stars provided.

Chrno resisted the urge to fly toward and attack him, suddenly being overwhelmed by an intense feeling of animosity towards the demon that was rapidly approaching; the reason for this hatred having mysteriously been forgotten.

And then he landed beside him; Aion, his long white hair the most visible part of his body in the darkness, the glasses covering his eyes reflecting the moonlight that was hitting them, and the vague outline of his horns being the only proof physical proof, for now, that he was inhuman… Yes, this was indeed Aion, and Chrno hated him with all of his – surely not soul – energy?

"So, my dear Chrno, we meet again," Aion said, his hands moving upward in a sort of shrug and greeting. "No need getting upset, now… There is no reason to fight tonight. I merely came here to say hello, after all."

"Then say hello and go the Hell away, Aion!" Chrno growled, baring his teeth rather menacingly, preparing to strike Aion should he give him any real reason to.

"Such a temper! You were always like this, Chrno, but I had rather hoped you would at least direct your hatred to something else, seeing as how you don't even remember what you were angry at."

Chrno stared at him. There was no way to deny it… How did Aion know he couldn't remember the source of all this loathing?

"See?" Aion continued. "This is much better. You and me, talking civil as the true brothers and demons equal in rank should be… Well, maybe just me talking, since now the only thing you're doing is staring…"

"How the Hell did you know I had forgotten, Aion?" hissed Chrno, his wrath enveloping him like venom as he glared at the face he loathed so much, the face that had done him the greatest harm but that did not quite help enough so he would be able to remember the details of that offense.

"Oh, come on now, Chrno! Weren't we just being civil? Let's not ruin that just yet." Aion was smirking now. The bastard…

"Answer me, Aion! Just what the heck did you do?" Chrno couldn't stand it anymore; he lashed at Aion, trying to inflict the deepest wound possible.

"Now, Chrno!" Aion exclaimed, and to Chrno's enragement, suppressing another smirk as he avoided his claws. "Do you honestly want me to get upset at you again? Because I could do it once more, you know. You provided me the tools pretty easily…"

At this, Aion really did smirk again, and Chrno was instantly paralyzed as the picture of someone… something… was being dissolved into rivers of blood.

"I could break your favorite human and leave you with nothing to play with again, my dear brother…"

Chrno lunged at him, trying to rip Aion's body to shreds at his mention of a threat. There was no way he would let him hurt Rosette, only he hurt Rosette… Only he knew how to tell when he had gone too far…

Aion blocked Chrno's attacks and fought back, his demonic aura and Chrno's absorbing every bit of light there was nearby. They continued this, and Chrno finally managed to cut Aion's right cheek, a small amount of blood leaving the place where the demon had been bruised.

Aion covered his wound with his hand. It was only a minor wound, but Chrno would pay it dearly. This short encounter had just given him the proof he needed to know that Chrno still had a lot of forgetting to do…

"What's the matter?" Chrno asked him, panting. His eyes were glistening golden in the moonlight; his surroundings darkened considerably by his own demonic aura, a purple sheen on the borders of it. Chrno was laughing bitterly now, pretending he found it funny. But he had still only grazed him; the wound was not that deep. "You get one scratch and you just stop? What the Hell is wrong with you, Aion!"

"You… Are no longer amusing, Chrno," Aion replied, his voice but a whisper. The gold ingots that were his eyes were staring at him. Thinking… calculating….

"And since when was I amusing, Aion?" Chrno said, his eyes narrowing in the acid hatred that was reflected on his voice.

"Chr… no?"

A girl woke up, her golden hair glistening in the moonlight. Rosette Christopher sat up, confused by her surroundings. She hurt all over… What had happened?

"Oh! You're awake, I see!"

An obviously sleepy girl was sitting beside her, smiling warmly at the just recently former exorcist. Her pallid purple hair was cascading from her head, ending somewhere in her back. Rosette noticed how some stray locks were being held captive in her shoulders.

"Who… Who're…" She began, but was not able to finish. She was just too tired, to sleepy, too hurt… The girl at the side of her smiled.

"My name is Azmaria Hendric. I will be your nurse for a while."

A/N: This was the debate that helped in my taking SO long to update. "Should I do it?", "What to do if I add Azmaria?" were the two most prominent questions in my mind.

Finally, I let myself add the apostle in this chapter, but her role, who she is and what will happen to her have yet to be decided. I hope I don't take so long in deciding in the near future!

And once again…. A VERY HEART-FELT SORRY for the people that waited so long for this chapter. My only hope (besides you forgiving me) is that you haven't forgotten the fanfic "Missed You" exists!