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Don't own the nun, devil, or anyone else in Chrono Crusade. Don't own Sherlock Holmes either.

Oh, I decided not to go into the ceremony because when I wrote it the first time, it was so damn cheesy I almost choked on it. Literally. So I tried again. It got worse, to my stunned horror. So I decided to leave it out. Let your imaginations fill in the gap.

This is not the final chapter!

Repeat: this is not the final chapter! There will be more after this!

Chap: Before and after

Bang!

Rosette cocked her gun again, taking aim. Careful precision was needed to complete this crucial shot. One millimeter off could ruin everything. She found her mark, leveling it perfectly in her sights—

"Sister Rosette! What are you doing?"

Her finger squeezed the trigger out of reflex. Bang! "Awww," she groaned. "One more shot and I would have made a portrait on the wall."

The abbess stared in abject shock at the young nun. "With bullet holes?"

"Yeah! You know, like Sherlock Holmes did. I always wanted to try that," the girl prattled on, oblivious to the growing danger the abbess presented behind her. "You know, it doesn't look half bad."

Sister Kate grit her teeth so hard she was certain that she heard a few crack. "If it weren't your wedding day, I swear I'd do something guaranteed to hurt right now," she managed to get out. "What is your problem?"

The young sister had chased the other nuns out of the garden house an hour ago as they were finishing up the wedding preparations. Her hair was up in an elegant twist, curls bouncing off to one side with small blue violets woven in through out. The dress was puffed at the shoulders, the sleeves flowing down her arms and barely letting her hands peep out. The skirt was embroidered with golden thread in crosses along the hem, a larger cross sewn into the bodice. She wore a simple veil that was now sitting askew, as she couldn't aim properly with that in her face.

Rosette suddenly looked rather small as she sat on the bed of her new room. She looked up at the abbess, uncertainty written across her face. "I don't know."

Sister Kate took a few calming breathes as she gathered up her ceremonial robes to sit on the bed. She pulled the girl into her side in a hug. "What is it?" she asked, concern in her voice. "Still worried about Chrono?"

"No, not really," she answered. She began twiddling her fingers. "It just—i—I'm not really sure."

"Are you scared?"

The girl thought about that a minute. "I think I am."

"Its not unusual," the abbess answered. "It's your wedding day; everyone gets nervous on their wedding day. I'd be more worried if you weren't."

Rosette laughed. "That makes no sense."

"It does to me and that's what counts," the woman answered. They rose from the bed, Kate fussing over the slight wrinkles in the beautiful dress. She smiled at her former charge. "He's lucky to have you. If he ever treats you badly"—

"I will kill him myself," the bride replied, rolling her eyes. "I know, I know. I've heard it from Father Remington, the Elder, most of the Militia, and now you. Will you all relax? I can take care of myself. And Chrono, too. We'll be fine," she said, stepping out into the bright sunlight. "We'll be just fine."

Kate smiled. "Yes you will, my dear Rosette." And thank God for reverse psychology.

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Chrono paced outside the main chapel in long strides, trying to burn off this nervous energy. The Elder had tried to keep up with him, but quit after ten minutes. "Calm down, boy," he said from his seat by the stairs. "You act like you haven't already got to the exciting part yet."

"Huh?"

"You've already had a wedding night, you know, now you just have to get through the day."

"Elder!"

"Oh, calm down. Besides, you're much too tense. It's your wedding, not an execution."

Chrono arched an eyebrow at him.

"Okay, so maybe it can be an execution being married to that trigger-happy maniac. But she's a good woman to have by your side, you know that."

"Of course I do! I'm not an idiot," Chrono replied. He shot a glare at that the amused look on Remington's face. "One word out of you, and I'll"—

"Patience, Chrono. We're outside a church," the priest admonished. He flashed a grin.

"Everything will be fine, you know."

"No I don't," the demon snapped back. "What if she decides to not get married? What if she thinks she can do better? What if Aion comes after her because of this? What if"—

Pow!

"Ouuuuch!" He cried. He got up from his forced crouch, glaring daggers at the Elder who had pulled a Rosette and slapped him upside the head. "What was that for!"

"You idiot! Don't you think Rosette hasn't had the same thoughts about you?" That made the devil stop in his tracks. "She's worried about what the future may bring. We all are. But she knows that what's to happen will happen, and the best we can do is try to deal with it as it comes. We can shape our destiny by the choices we make and this choice you have made together. Have faith in each other, and all will turn out as it should."

The devil and priest both stared at the older man. "What?" He barked. "Can't I get all philosophical too?"

"I'm sorry," Chrono replied, a dumbfounded look on his face. "I just didn't see that coming from you."

"Nor I," Remington answered. He glanced over to the side door of the chapel, smiling as he saw Sister Kate leading in the young bride. "I think it's safe to go in now."

"Like hell, it is." Chrono swallowed hard, and squared his shoulders. "Have faith," he repeated to himself. "Just have faith, and this will all turn out okay." He walked in, his two friends beside him.

The reception:

The mess hall had been cleared of its rows of benches and tables for the party. Flowers and decorations were everywhere, and the band had already started playing by the time Rosette and Chrono arrived. The tiered cake took center stage. Rather, all three of them. The sheer size of the crowd had made multiple cakes necessary.

Rosette couldn't stop laughing at the look on Satella's face. The jewel witch had come to the wedding as a maid of honor, not knowing about Chrono's transformation. Once she'd taken a good look at him, however, her opinion of younger men had changed forever. "Ach, mein gut friend! How could you marry that blonde cow! Wouldn't you want a more mature woman beside you?"

No one had objected when Rosette had sent the summoner face first into her piece of cake.

The first dance was traditionally supposed to be between the bride and groom, with the second going to the bride and her father and the groom with his mother. Both biological parties being absent, (or dead in this case), Chrono had paired with Sister Kate, and Rosette with Father Remington. (The number of jealous stares was staggering.)

Azmaria was shyly led out on the dance floor by a nervous Sven, glowing in her beautiful bridesmaid dress of red silk. They spun awkwardly around the floor in a fast waltz, gaining more grace as the dance went on. The Elder had been chasing young girls all over the hall trying to get a dance. The devil and his nun exchanged smiles as Remington led Kate onto the floor. Rosette grinned outright as the tango began to play, the priest sweeping the startled abbess off her feet and into the erotic dance.

"They look good together, don't you think?" She asked rhetorically.

Chrono chuckled. "How long do you think it'll take for her to kill him if he gets fancy?"

"Five minutes. Tops." Satella began to talk to them about their plans for the honeymoon, making them miss the riveting couple's dance. To both their surprise, however, when the dance ended, Remington still had his head.

Sister Kate demurely came over to sit by Rosette as Remington went to Chrono's side.

"So," the nun asked mischievously, "did you have fun?"

"There's something about the way a man dances that can tell you everything about him," Kate replied dreamily. Rosette stared in shock. "If he's kind, gentle, caring…."

"He dipped you, didn't he?"

"Seven times," the abbess said happily. She cleared her throat, blushing furiously as she collected herself. "We shall talk of this no more, correct?"

"If you say so," the bride giggled.

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The eagle flew over the abbey grounds, circling through the warm air currents. It had seen the events unfold over the last two weeks, and what had resulted from them. It had much to report to its master.

Aion would be very interested in such news.

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