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Princess of the Shadow Land: Yay! First review! Glad you like!

Outcast of Reality: Thank you! The best review you can give, because I was so worried I had Rosette and Chrno OOC

Destiny852: I guess I wasn't clear It was just some one shot but I kept writing and writing before I finally decided to break it down into chapters. Glad you like it though!

DryCleaningAction: ...how am I supposed to comment on my own review Oo?

Cookie1: I 3 Darling! Thanks for reviewing!

SilverYouko300: Mwa ha, there's more, don't worry. Thanks for the review! And yes, I'm sure the poor guy could use a shield now and then.

chrnoskitty: That's good to know! I hope you love the rest!

foxmagic07: Yeah, I'm not terribly fond of POVS myself, but while I was writing, it just sort of became one Oo Funny when your fic gains a mind of it's own. Glad you like it.

kyanightdragon: Okay :3 Update! Just for you!

DoveofLight: :B Okay! No worries, there's more mindless Chrno and Rosette madness spinning in my head.

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I officially give up on calling this thing a one-shot. It is now a short story. Yup.

I don't own the cute lil nun and her snazzy demon sidekick. If I did, I'd invite them to a tea party.

"More tea Mr. Sniggles? More tea Chrno?"

...wow. There's a fic idea right there.

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If it Was You, That'd be Fine! Chapter Two (Ooh it gives me tingles!)

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I had gone to my room after this interesting turn of events. My room was underground, a little ways away from the main hubbub of things, near the training ground for exorcism. That suited me and everyone else fine; I was only down there because people were uneasy around me. Rosette had been angry. She had insisted I be put in a room near hers. I didn't mind being down in the chill on my own. I liked to be alone with my thoughts.

Usually.

'If it was you, that'd be fine'

Just how far had mine and Rosette's relationship gone? Four years we had been together...I wouldn't trade them for anything else in the world. Being locked in that tomb had been unbearably lonely, but I felt I owed it to Magdalene.

My chest tightened at the thought of Magdalene. It hurt to think about her. Fifty years and that wound was still too fresh...

It'd be fine if it were me...Rosette saw me worthy of delivering her fist kiss? Is that what she meant? I mean...I realized that a contract could be seen as being even more intimate than marriage. You can't get much more co-dependant than having to live off someone's soul.

No, that was wrong, comparing something as pure and wonderful as marriage to something horrible like a contract. A marriage meant love, but all I was doing was killing her. Killing Rosette.

The pain in my chest returned. Okay, so we'll nix that thought too.

I chuckled to myself. Well, at least I had a useable threat against the tornado that was Rosette. She seemed to despise demons kisses. I could use that to my advantage sometime. Honestly though, demons aren't that bad of kissers...are we?

A kiss.

My thoughts trailed off as I thought about kissing. Of course I had kissed before, but never a mortal...not even Magdalene, despite my feelings for her. I thought about Rosette. I closed my eyes to find her. Ah, there she was. She was considerably calmer now, though I could tell there were times where she wanted to lash out. She must be giving Sister Kate the report.

As her aura filled my mind and body, I formed a picture of her in my mind. Yes...her silky hair, her cute nose, beautiful eyes...my mind's eye rested on her lips. A hand slowly went out and cupped her chin. My hand, I realized, looking at the claws; my hand in my true form. She opened her mouth slightly and I leaned in.

I opened my eyes just before our lips met. Oh dear Chrno...not exactly the kind of thoughts you want to have about someone, especially Rosette.

Although I had sorta regretted opening my eyes...the thought had left me breathless

Rosette's aura suddenly flared and I wondered if she had finally snapped at Sister Kate. Whatever emotion had suddenly possessed her left, though I could tell she was shaken. Not the sort of reaction I expected after she blew up at someone. No, she was confused...my stomach lurched. Did she somehow catch a feel of that vision? It was entirely possible. I was bound to her.

I took a deep breath and tried to keep a level head, but my thoughts annoyingly kept drifting back to kissing Rosette. I shook my head furiously. This wasn't funny. It was like my brain had lost control to my hormones.

"It's Rosette." I hissed. "This is your contractor. This is your friend of four years. Snap out of IT!" I yelled the last word for extra emphasis, as if it would make some sort of difference, but I might as well been yelling at the wall. I sighed. Now I understood what it was like to be a teenage mortal.

There was a sudden pounding at my door. "Chrno! Chrno!"

I sat up and stared at the door, not moving. It was Rosette, and I wasn't in any mood to talk to her. Not when I was feeling so mixed up.

She kept up the non-stop pounding. "You let me in right now! Chrno!"

I finally got up and unlocked the door. I opened it just as her hand was coming down with all her might to slam on the door. She fell inward, caught off balance. "Whoa-!"

I caught her instinctively as I always had whenever she had stumbled. It was nearly second nature to me. This time however, I let go as soon as I could, feeling uncharacteristically awkward around her.

She brushed off her skirt. "Geez, finally." she glared at me. "What were you doing?"

"Nothing." I replied. It wasn't a complete lie. All I had been doing was thinking. No harm in thinking, right?

"Hmph." she looked suspicious but said nothing more on it. "Anyway," she continued, "we missed supper, and now I'm stuck on dish duty for being a 'menace to society'. All I did was shoot one lousy bullet...are you even LISTENING?"

I wasn't. She had just come out of the shower, and her hair was still slightly damp. It hung around her hair unbrushed, messy yet strangely appealing. She smelt clean and fresh, but there was a hint of vanilla emanating from her. I realized that she must of used the soap that Father Remington had bought her for her birthday a few months ago. She had been overjoyed at receiving a gift from him. She wouldn't stop talking about it for days, until I finally told her I didn't care. She had hit me good that time, hard enough to bruise.

For some reason, thinking of Rosette and her silly little crush on Remington annoyed me. Strange.

"Chrno." she bent over and stuck her face close to mine. "I said, are you listening?" there was a dangerous note in the question.

I snapped out of it. "Yeah, yeah, dish duty. I was listening Rosette." I smiled. "Leave it to you to nearly blow my head off. Why worry about demons when my partner's a loose cannon?"

She just grinned, an eyebrow raised. I didn't like the glint in her eyes. "Well partner, you're going to help me with dishes."

I paled. There had to be at least sixty boarders at the convent. I didn't even want to think of how many dishes that would make. "Why would I do that?"

"Because we're partners."

"Nuh-uh. No way. YOU'RE the one who threw the gun Rosette. I want nothing to do with this." I turned to go back to my bed.

She grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and started to drag me away. "And you owe it to me for ditching me! Let's go!"

"Ow! Rosette! ROSETTE!" I exclaimed. She ignored me, tugging me along the ground.

There were a lot of stairs from my room to the kitchen. I braced myself for a bumpy trip.

...why do I put up with her again?