The scenes are kind of short. Don't worry. When I get more ideas, I'll write so much I'll make your head spin!

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CHRNO CRUSADE: PATH OF THE GREEN MILE

ACT ONE, SCENE THREE: SCUFFLE IN TOWN

Azmaria and John made their way into town. There was a bustle within town. People were already active in their daily routines; although that seems to change when Azmaria and John entered town.

"Looks like nobody likes us ma'am," John said.

"I said you could call me Azmaria," Azmaria replied.

"I know, but I needed a change in character."

"Why?"

"You know authors and their stupid critics. Always have to do what they want..."

"John, I have no idea what you're talking about…"

They continued walking until they are outside the grocer.

"I'm gonna buy some supplies. Stay here while I get some."

"Don't worry, I will."

"Please be all quiet like…"

"What?"

"Nothing. Don't mind me." And John made his way inside.

Azmaria overheard two people in a conversation.

"Did you hear? That monster's back."

"I know. He seem to had someone with him; a girl with white hair."

They glanced at Azmaria's direction. Their voices were hushed now.

"Isn't that her?"

"Obviously, yes! I wonder what he is gonna do to her…"

Azmaria was mad now. How could they say something so mean and cruel?

"You don't know him!" she yelled. "You don't know how he feels!"

"Girl, how do you know how he feels," one woman said.

"He looks like a monster. So he is a monster!"

"You're all human beings! How could you be so cruel?"

"Very easily!" said a boy who got involved. "So you can take that monster and bring him outta town!" He threw a can towards Azmaria's head. John blocked it.

"Ma'am, we gotta get outta here!"

Azmaria and John ran out of town as they were being chased by townsfolk.

"And stay out!" one voice shouted.

After a while running, John stopped. "It's alright ma'am. We can stop now."

"……"

"What's wrong?"

"I knew mean people but those people were very rude. How could you stand all that?"

"I've been wandering this land for a long time. I've gotten use to it…Why didn't you stay quiet?"

"Because I couldn't let all those people say bad things about you! Even you should have your limits! Don't you feel any sadness at all?"

"I'm tired of cryin'. Cryin' doesn't solve anything. You've got a good heart ma'am. Why do you want to go to the city?"

Azmaria couldn't answer him. Finally she said, "Because I'm trying…"

"Hmmm?"

"Because I'm trying to find someone to care for me…"

"How 'bout your parents? They should be proud of you."

"How should I know… they're dead after all…"

"I see."

"I don't want to talk about it anymore…"
"If that's the case, then I won't force ya'll to talk."

"……thanks."

"You're very welcome."
They walked hand in hand en route to the big city ahead. So close but yet so far.

Touching isn't it. Anyway, this story picks up sooner or later (hoping sooner than later) so please R&R this and read the next scene.