The nitty-gritty is about to begin. Sorry its been a while, life, eh? Midterms too.

For those who've been asking about names for my baby, I'm flattered you'd take the time to wonder. So far, I've liked Daisy, (she'd be my little flower!), or Eleanora, (nick-named Ellie). As for boy names, that's already settled, incase the ultrasound's wrong. James William, in honor of the baby's grandfathers, nick-named J.W. (pronounced Jay Dub-yah. None of that double-u stuff.)

My reason for these names? I don't hear them anywhere, from anyone. Not to mention, I want a name for this kid that I can scream in a crowded school hallway or neighborhood and only one kid will think, 'Oh, crap, she knows!'

I don't own Chrono Crusade, etc…..

Chap: Loosing control of it all

(same night, just later, now about 2:20 am)

They talked through another hour of the night, learning more about the other than they ever thought possible. Rosette had headed back to the privacy of her room, settling herself on the bed to better concentrate on what her friend was saying. And for the first time in a long while, he was telling her stories again. But a few thoughts still bothered her.

Chrono?

Yes?

With the breeders…..was anyone ever in love?

He paused for a moment. You mean, could love influence the outcome?

Yeah.

Breeding was never about love, he said with soft bitterness. Demons can love, as powerfully as any human or Apostle, but we are never allowed to act on that love. I think one of your philosophers said something like that, it summed up what Pandemonia believed. Oh yeah, "Mercy is weakness, and weakness is death."

He could feel Rosette frown. Whoever that old fart was, I guarantee he was not a happy person.

Chrono smirked at that. No doubt.

Chrono? Have you ever—wanted children? Of your own?

Her question nearly floored him. I….I can honestly tell you that I've never thought about

that before.

Well think about it now!

I am, okay! He thought for a minute, settling deeper against the side of his bed. I really don't know, Rosette. Why do you ask?

I—don't know, really. Just wondering if they were a part of any dreams you might have for the future.

He couldn't help the light blush that came on his face from that thought. Children….

A faint stirring of aura was all the warning he got before his worst fear materialized. A trace of wind from the chapel grounds brought with it a scent. The spark of life, light sweat, hints of cinnamon from her soap, and a stronger smell of her warmth. It was laced with sated arousal, and tiny traces of fear. Above it all, was the scent of fertility.

It drove him wild.

The scent of Rosette…..the scent of a breeder.

Rosette was nearly knocked over by the force of emotions that crashed over her from Chrono. Fear for her, for himself, frustration, and even anger, but overwhelming it all was the mad rush of heat, of—desire. His mind had almost completely shut down.

"Rosette!" He howled, screaming with longing. His aura slammed against the barriers, his wings forming and twitching wildly. Armor morphed from his skin, claws growing, his hair changing from its normal braid to the bone-like whip. Where! Rosette! Where are you!

Chrono? Chrono you have to calm down—

Rosette! The barriers pulsed with bright light as he lunged toward the door, the elder scrambling away from the locks. One look at the devil said it all. His eyes were burning red, every tendon of his body straining to escape the holy magics. The old man rushed over to the box case, immediately cranked his phone to life. "Remington? Get the hell up boy, he's trying to breach the barriers. Get down here now!"

Rosette could barely comprehend the chaos swirling in her mind from her friend. Chrono! Calm down! You have to!

The wind shifted slightly, barely bringing him back to sanity. Oh god. Rosette…he hissed in pain, his body fighting his control. That scent, your scent—oh god, Rosette. You've had that scent since you were thirteen.

What? Thriteen? What are you talking about?

Your scent, before you bleed.

You –you mean—my period! That is so gross—

It's a breeder scent, but weaker. So much weaker, I could force it off, ignore it, you were fine, but now, oh my god, now I can—he cut off his words in a scream as his body spasmed harshly. A need never met was breaking free, and it terrified him. I hate this! I hate being a fucking demon! Rosette, you have to run, get away from me—

Rosette forced herself to not panic. Normally he was the one who kept his cool in situations like this, and she missed his strength. But right now, he needed her to be the strong one. Chrono. Breathe. You have to calm down. Please, try!

You don't understand! I want you! I want you so, so bad, Rosette, I don't know if I can fight it for much longer. Please god, help me…

Rosette took a deep breath, trying to send him some of her emotions right then to help him regain control. The one thing she felt from him, stronger than anything else, was his body in a state of near pain. Physically, his heart was pounding way too fast, he was burning with what felt like the mother of all fevers, and every part of his body was begging to be set loose. Emotionally, he was fighting for control, shame warring with desire to the point that it felt like he was near to hating himself for this. The girl made her decision. Chrono?

She could feel him panting through his mouth, trying to avoid that scent. Rosette.

Let me see you.

He jerked in shock. What?

Let me come to you.

What are you thinking! Rosette, you can't!

She hurried on, If you and I were—to—do it—now, before the new moon, you'll have enough control not to hurt me, I know it!

No, goddammit! You will not do this! He roared.

Was he trying to boss her around? Oh, not in this lifetime. Why not? This is hurting you—

It shouldn't be this way! You shouldn't be with some crazed demon, you should be with someone else, someone better—

Dammit Chrono—

You should be with someone you lov—his whole body spasmed once more, and he cried out, unable to stop himself from slamming in to the barriers.

Chrono, if you won't—her voice suddenly cut off in his head.

Rosette? No answer. Somehow, she was blocking their link

&&&

Rosette tore out of her room, startling the guards at her door. They immediately began to race after her, but she was smaller and faster, managing to avoid their attempts to catch her. She ran as fast as she could down the hallways, past an anxious Azmaria but was yankd back by the grip of the Abbess.

"What do you think you're doing, Sister Rosette?" she snapped angrily.

"What I have to do, Sister. He needs me."

The Abbess almost flinched at her words. "Do you truly understand what you're saying?"

The girl looked the older woman in the eyes and nodded firmly. "Yes. He's hurting. I have to help him, or something truly terrible may happen. And I won't allow that. I know what I have to do."

The good sister closed her eyes a moment, then let the girl go. She gave a slight smile. "I'll get the guards off you."

"Thank you, sister!" Rosette called over her shoulder, already running for the open grounds.

Azmaria turned worried eyes to the Abbess. "Will she really be okay?"

"I hope so child," she replied. "I suppose its time for her to grow up a bit more."

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