Sorry that this chap took so long, but I had to convince a friend to let me borrow a muse. Besides Chrono, my wonderful, usual muse, I asked for the assistance of Battosai. You can blame him for any OOC-ness in any of this chap.

Battosai: You are seriously asking for a taste of steel, little girl.

Me: Yeah, like you'd hit a pregnant lady.

Battosai: 0.0……You're pregnant! Why didn't you say anything?

Chrono: (raises eyebrow) You couldn't tell? What, you thought she'd swallowed a ball or something?

Battosai: (glares at Chrono) Shut up, demon.

Me: (glares at them both) Both of you stop it. Thanks to Nix for the loan, but I will return him soon! And guess what guys! the baby, it's a girl!

Please remember! This is thoughts, 'this' is speaking in a dream.

Chap: And the walls come tumbling……

Nine o'clock chimed throughout the abbey by church bells, signaling vespers was about to begin. The choirs began their soft chanting into the evening hours of the long winter night, bringing peace to all who heard the beautiful music. But two people were not having a good night by a long shot.

Chrono's POV

Well wasn't this news just peachy? Rosette had just unconsciously sent him the latest doings of the girls' dormitory, and this topped the choir-boy streaking incident in his eyes. Chrono cocked his head, a look of pure disbelief on his face. They're doing what! For the love of little nun habits, why are they betting on this?

Maybe they're bored, Rosette snapped back. I don't know! All I know is that its embarrassing the living daylights out of me!

Chrono couldn't help his next comment, something he'd been dying to say to her ever since the first time he'd heard her use the expression. You do know that there's no such thing as a living daylight, right?

She paused, and he knew that if he had been with her at the moment, he would have been receiving the glare of doom. And one hell of a beating. I know that, you countrified corn-pone!

Chrono just growled in frustration. He leaned back against the bed, his long legs spread out on the floor for the sake of stretching. This was so damn frustrating. Both the girl and devil were still feeling the touches, and could read each other's mind to boot throughout the whole thing.

That had brought them straight out of embarrassing and into the tenth level of hell, as far as he was concerned. It was absolutely mortifying to hear what was going through the other's mind during intimate stuff like that. (Although, a part of him had to admit that Rosette could sound really sexy when she wanted too—he gave himself a mental slap and prayed she didn't notice that little brain-blip.)

One thing that really bothered him throughout it all was Rosette's tone. She had sounded almost frightened. He couldn't blame her. She was only 17, and had never been kissed by a man, let alone the things this curse was doing to her. If he had been in her shoes, he would have made like an ostrich for a month.

Well, since the most he'd ever done was a kiss, despite his age, he was rather disturbed by all of this stuff too. He figured that if this were under happier circumstances, he'd be having a good time.

Rosette had caught that thought, and he had felt her blush all the way across the abbey grounds. Then she nearly made him go brain-deaf with embarrassed screaming.

Right when he thought things couldn't get more embarrassing, he found out that the entire east wing of the girls' dormitories had a bet going that they wouldn't last till the end of the curse without tearing each others' clothes off. Lord be above, what the hell were Catholic nuns doing betting!

Any word from Azmaria or Father Remington on a cure besides the obvious? He asked.

None. And don't even ask about the elder.

Huh? Why?

She mentally growled. Fat old pervert won't leave the dormitories. Claims he's trying to protect the other sisters from coming into contact with the curse's energies. Feh. More like he's waiting for the best chance to-Gahhhh! Here he comes! Girls, fire!

Chrono's eyebrows went up in concern. Fire! You aren't using the heavy artillery, are you? You don't have a license for it!

Why would you need a license to shoot a bazooka? What's to learn? Load, aim, and fire, and you're done. Get him, girls!

Chrono winced as a huge explosion rocked the convent's grounds before he got angry at her ridiculous lack of common sense. Apparently, they teach you this really novel concept called 'shooting outdoors.' This way, no masonry decides it would be fun to land on you or your friends!

No answer.

The silent treatment isn't going to work you know.

Still nothing.

Rosette? This isn't funny. You are okay, right?

Rosette still didn't answer him.

Rosette!

He leapt up, banging on the wall to get the guard's attention. Wings formed and snapped against the walls in his upset. "Brother Andrew! You might have to let me out soon!" Rosette, wake up! Rosette, don't make me break through barriers, you know I hate that. Rosette!

Her voice briefly flickered in his head. Chr-…

……..ah, Lord, this-hurts…

Chrono?

He nearly collapsed in relief. "Thank you, God." Rosette! What happened! Are you hurt? Is anything bleeding? The roof's not on you, is it!

"You think Rosette is hurt, sir?" The young monk asked, his head peeping around the doorway. "In the explosion?"

"I'm finding out," Chrono answered back. Rosette? Rosette! Why aren't you answering!

Her "voice" sounded dizzy and strained. Chrono?

Rosette? What's wrong? Are you hurt?

Would you……just calm down—a bit? I'm fine, okay? I think……I just blacked out for a bit.

Where are you? Can you remember what just happened?

I'm in the dorm, worry-wort. And I remember who I am, and who's president, and all that jazz. I just really hurt all over. I think my shoulder—god bless that girl, I love her. She just relocated my shoulder.

He snorted out loud and in his own head. Oh that's reassuring. Is anyone near you hurt?

Azmaria's using her song. We should be better in a bit. Criminey, but that was loud. Damn shells. At least no one was seriously hurt. Wish I could say the same for the dorm wall.

Let me guess, he said, relaxing his aura and shaking his head at the young monk's inquiry. You took out the whole damn thing.

Only part of it! Like, say 98 of it. Damn cheap plaster walls, in a convent of all places.

He started to chuckle softly. That's my girl. You scared me for a minute there.

Sorry, Chrono. She paused. You okay?

You mean, has my heart returned to a calm beat? For the most part, no.

He could hear the sorrow and regret in her voice, what she normally never showed him when she spoke aloud. I'm sorry. I hate it when I worry you.

He couldn't help his slight surprise at her response. Hey now. Its okay. You didn't set out to give me a heart attack. Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah, I'm fi—oh my god, Sister Kate! Hi!

He couldn't help it when he started to laugh until he cried.

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Chrono pulled a wet cloth over his forehead in an effort to stop the ache. "Why the hell does Sister Kate say she has a headache? How the hell does Rosette put up with this?" His temples were throbbing in pain with one beautiful migraine as Kate continued her tirade at the unlucky nun. This had been going on for more than an hour, and it was really making him cranky.

He closed his eyes in exasperation. Enough was enough for one night. Try and keep it down, Rosette. I'm going to catch some sleep.

How can you sleep at a time like this!

You'd be surprised. He tried to make his body relax over the noise, taking deep breathes to clear his mind, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Dreams……

He was walking in an odd haze, the only sound was his boots padding along the soft ground. Trees dotted his path through the fog, and the devil strained to see further where he was going. Suddenly a clearing appeared, and he started at what he saw.

Rosette was sleeping on the grass, curled on her side. She looked much different asleep than awake, that was for sure. The lines of her face relaxed making her look soe peaceful, and she could almost be mistaken for some kind of a sweet angel.

Yeah right, he thought to himself. An angel of mischief. He went over by her side, checking on her as he always would. The moment he sat beside her, she moved over so that her head laid on his lap. He froze, blushing. Oh, boy. Please don't wake up and pound me, please don't wake up and pound me….

She suddenly shifted, eyes blinking sleepily. 'Chrono? Are you sleeping?'

'I don't think so,' he answered.

'Are you dreaming?' She asked softly, and a change overtook her. Every stitch of clothing she had just disappeared.

Chrono wondered if it was possible to have a nosebleed from blushing. 'Ro-Rosette?'

'Is this what you dream?' She asked, moving over. She slowly pulled herself into his arms, looking up into his face. The girl smiled as she kissed his surprised lips. 'This is what I dream too.' She kissed his cheek and jaw, following the curve of his face as she reached the edge of his ear. He moaned outright when she licked the rim of his very sensitive ear before she slowly blew on it. She began to shift again, important stuff about to touch important stuff—

Chrono woke in a cold sweat. "Oh, god." He panted hard, trying to catch his breath. That had been some dream. "Oh, god above."

Chrono?

He whirled, trying to find the source of the noise, then realized who it was. Rosette?

Are—are you dreaming? Right now?

The devil's wings formed and spasmed at the eerie resemblance to his dream. N-no, not right now. Why?

I-I think I just—saw—your dream. I was—kissing you?

You can see what I'm dreaming? He let his head fall back in frustration. Oh hell. This is not good.

The girl mentally nodded, and the demon twitched as he caught her last thought.

Especially if you can see what I dream about you.

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