Ackpth! I'm trying, TRYING. Arrrghhhh... It's so haaardddd... Oh well... Anyway, this chapter focuses ENTIRELY on Chrno and Rosette. NOBODY ELSE. Don't kill me... Then again, you may like that... Right?

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Rosette frowned and glanced at the clock. It was three in the morning, just late enough to be morning, making it hard to go back to sleep, and just early enough that it was still pitch black and a long while before the world got up. Three in the morning was about the worst time you could imagine to wake up, which is why most people didn't.
Rosette, however, had had one of those dreams that you just can't sleep after, and you're left watching the sun rise. She could remember only bits of it, most of it had been jarred from her mind in the rude awakening. A few words lingered in her mind, echoing repeatedly.
'Pick up the gun.' "What gun"
'You know, the old one? The one you used to have?' "I never had a gun"
'You did. Remember?' An image flashed across Rosette's mind. "Yes"
'Point it.' "At what"
'Alright, good.' "Wait"
'Now,' "I don't know what you're talking about"
'Fire'
Rosette shook from the sensation she could still feel, even though she was now fully concious. Deciding that there was no chance she could go back to sleep, she began to feel her way around the room. It didn't take her long to remember that she was not at the same house where she had lived for most of her life. She was in Chrno's house. The feeling was both reassuring and uncomfortable at the same time. When she had reached the hall, she noticed a light from the other end. Walking into the room Chrno kept all his work-related things in, she saw him sitting and typing at his computer. He hadn't noticed her, and appeared to be very absorbed in his work, so she tiptoed up quietly behind him.
He jumped at the hand laid on his shoulder, and whipped around quickly.
"What are you doing still up?" Rosette said, before Chrno could manage something to the equivalent.
"I could say the same for you." he told her.
"Had a funny dream." she replied simply, plopping herself down in the extra chair by his desk.
Chrno turned his chair facing towards her instead of the screen. "Might just be discomfort. You are in a new house, after all"
She had by then started doodling on a piece of scrap paper she found on the desk.
"You were in my dream too, you know." Chrno was still watching her pencil, as the drawing began taking shape.
"Except you were bigger," she stopped drawing for a few seconds to demonstrate with her hands, "and you had horns"
She went back to drawing before pausing and looking up at him. "Don't take that personally. I'm not trying to call you a demon or anything. They were pretty cool horns"
Chrno was still staring at her drawing, which had been put aside in favour of trying to get Chrno's attention.
"Heeeeyyy," she called, "Are you paying any attention to me"
He laid a finger on the paper she'd been using. "Where did you see this before"
Rosette looked down "That? It's supposed to be a gun... I'm not so good at drawing, actually. I saw it in the dream. The one I was talking about, you know"
"Yes, I do"
Rosette was very confused. Chrno hadn't seemed this serious yet in the time she'd known him. Not long, she knew, but nonetheless it struck her as strange. After a few seconds, he breathed a sigh.
"Rosette, there's something I want to show you"
This visibly caught her attention, and she waited for him to go on.
"It will probably overwhelm you now, but it would probably be worse if I waited. I'm really not sure though..."
He trailed off, dropping his head into his hands, before Rosette's eager voice broke in.
"I don't know what it is, but I can take it! If it's gross, well, I'm not grossed out easily, and if it's scary then I'm good with that too! Just lemme see it!"
He smiled into his palms.
"Alright. I'll go bit by bit though." She was busily into several inarticulate expressions of triumph when she realized Chrno wasn't getting up.
"Where is it?" she asked. Then, she noticed something he had in his hand, that he'd evidently just taken from his desk drawer.
She reached for it curiously.
Chrno cringed as she suddenly drew back as if she'd been shocked. He remembered Joshua's reaction all too clearly, and was hoping for a better result from Rosette. Hand slightly shaking, she snatched at the object she was beginning to recognize.
The cold metal of her gun fit perfectly into the same place of her hand she knew it had been countless times. She brought it up until she was staring straight down it, at some unfortunate spot on the wall. But Rosette didn't know what she was aiming at. What she saw was countless demons, enemies, terrible creatures that honestly and truly existed... or HAD existed. What she felt like wasn't Rosette Christopher who had been recently found by a government worker and was staying with him just for kicks, it was Rosette Christopher, elite demon hunter, nearly famous, confident and powerful, but dying, dying, dead.
She dropped the gun.
She felt like Rosette Christopher, demon hunter, recently found by a government worker, reunited with her best friend for days already without even noticing.
She didn't know what to do, She didn't know what to think about this, but most of all she had no idea what she would say to Chrno now. How must he feel? He had found her after so long and she hadn't even recognized him!
She felt so guilty now. What could she do to gain his forgiveness for this? There was nothing she could do.
She dropped her head into her shaking hands and cried.

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DONE. Myahahahahahaha! Er... don't kill me. Shortish again.