I do not own Chrno Crusade or any of the characters. I merely am using them to write this fanfiction. The honor of owning this anime/manga belongs to Daisuke Moriyama.

Ch. 1 - Morning Mishaps

Sitting silently in her office, Sister Kate flipped through old mission files and unwanted papers. However, when she came across a dusty folder in the back of her filing cabinet everything seemed to stop. She'd remembered the manila folder's contents almost immediately. A mission she had tried avoiding for a long time.

As she lifted the cover dust flew in every direction like pixie powder. The words on the pages had been handwritten probably from the absence of a typewriter.

After reading over the material she'd long forgotten, she quickly shoved it back into the bottom of the cabinet drawer.

Suddenly, a knock echoed through Kate's office, startling her and causing her to forget about closing the cabinet.

"Tea, Sister Kate?" Azmaria asked, cracking open the door, awaiting an invitation inside.

Kate quickly cleaned off her desk and motioned for the little girl to come in.

Azmaria slowly rolled the tea tray through the door and over in front of Kate's Oakwood desk, pouring the tea into cups with practiced ease gracefully.

"You've certainly learned the household arts, haven't you?" Sister Kate acknowledged, watching Azmaria with a motherly gaze.

Azmaria blushed, gently handing Sister Kate her first cup, "Thank you."

Kate smiled at the girl as she took a seat in front of her, "I guess you've been working quite diligently this morning with your chores. Am I right?"

Azmaria again blushed, nodding. She had been working all morning with little rest up until now.

Before another word was spoken a loud crashing noise erupted from the hallway, "No doubt Rosette is up to her clumsiness as well." Sister Kate added, sipping her tea cup with a stern expression upon her face.

Sister Kate knew Rosette tried to please the Order and for that she gave her respect. However, she was also a troublesome girl, who didn't know how to control her action's outcomes.

"She's been up as early as I've been." Azmaria said, trying to give Rosette credit.

Suddenly the sound of a bucket tipping over and water spilling was heard.

"Rosette, what are you doing?" came a voice after the alleged accident.

"Chrno, look out!" Rosette's voice replied just as Chrno slipped on the bucket's contents and slid down the hallways wood paneled flooring right into the end wall.

Angrily, Sister Kate stood up and walked to the door, opening it, and widening her eyes at the scene.

"Before you say anything Sister Kate please let me explain. You see I was mopping and I accidentally kicked the bucket of water over and Chrno came around the corner and..." Rosette said, being interrupted.

"Enough!" Sister Kate yelled, crossing her arms, 'You've done enough."

After a few moments of scolding and Azmaria peeling Chrno from the wall, Rosette was exempt from mopping the rest of the hallway.

Later that day, while Azmaria was making lunch, Rosette started dusting. Dusting was something that she supposedly couldn't screw up, according to Sister Kate. Luckily, she had left to go visit another Order in New York and wouldn't be back until nightfall. This gave Rosette the opportunity to clean the headmistress's office without the headmistress around.

Entering the office was a quick, thoughtless process, but once inside, the feelings of loneliness engulfed her. Is this really what Sister Kate feels like all the time? Rosette asked herself, walking over to the desk.

She quickly eyed the open desk drawer and was unsure what to make of it. Sister Kate rarely left anything untidy or misplaced in her office and the rarity of the unclosed drawer struck the wild curiosity that was now looming throughout Rosette's mind.

Reaching down in the drawer Rosette spotted a manila folder that had seemed to have stuck itself to the back wall of the cabinet. Rosette quickly retrieved the folder, trying desperately to make it as covert as she possibly could.

It was an old folder, probably an early file from when the Order was first built, Rosette thought. She knew it was wrong to go through other people's belongings, but this didn't stop Rosette she was too much into her little secret spy world.

Rosette examined the writing on the outside of the folder that was clearly unreadable due to the aging process that had taken its toll on the poor document. Inside, the papers were turning yellow, barely staying together. The edges of them were charred, perhaps created by a fire. One thing that caught Rosette's eye, however, had been that the writing was all handwritten with a feather pen dipped in ink. Clearly the document was older than she would have deemed possible.