Disclaimer: I was learning about copyright laws in school. Boring...okay, I shall not infringe copyright laws,so I shall...say that I really don't own Chrno Crusade/Chrono Crusade,whichever you guys wanna call it, and I never will.
P.S Unless I pay a gazillion bucks to buy it over, I will have to wait until my next-next-next lifetime.
P.S.S You know, I'm really heartbroken. No one wants to review my latest story...no one at all. I have only gotten 10 reviews and nobody has reviewed the third chapter...this makes me feel really sad...maybe...I've failed as a writer...I should just delete my stories and never write again...
Chapter 10:
Rosette sighed for the billionth and third time and placed her head between her two hands...this 'kidnapping' was so boring.
she would have rather wished for something more exciting.
Claire, meanwhile, was humming kinda off-key and was twisting the hem of her silk pants over and over and over.
They were getting frayed.
Rosette blew out her cheeks and sighedyetagain...it had been so unfair. Their 'kidnappers' had given Claire, of all people,
a pair of drawstring pants to wear. There was nothing wrong with drawstring pants, but the fact that their kidnappers have given CLAIRE the pants instead ofher was simply appalling.
They had tried, very unsucesfully, to switch their clothes in the foggy darkness, but apparently, there was some from of freakish spell on the clothes, which unabled them to take them off.
(Maybe it was of fear of seducing their kidnappers or something. Like NUNS would want to SEDUCE devils. Ack.)
Sister Kate, on the other hand, had gotten a blue and gold robe ( not the kind those priests wear) and was initially eyed with jealously by Rosette.
I mean, come on, Rosette had been forced to wear white, while the old hag had gotten blue and gold?
There was something wrong with their kidnappers brains.
Either they were color-blind, or they had twisted and absolutely delusional minds.
Either way, they were gonna be seriously kicked in the ass by Rosette when she had gotten her hands on them.
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Chrno felt a strong urge to reach out and grab that wrinkled neck of the Elder's and snap it into two.
That morning, he had woken the elderly lecher at 3 am in the morning, and this was obiviously revenge done by the perverted old guy for disturbing his much required sleep.
"More like wet dreams."Chrno thought bitterly, as the old man hummed with a irritating high-pitched tune while tweaking bits and pieces of the device together.
"...Elder."he stated through gritted teeth.
"Hmm...hmm...huh?Yes,Chrno?" The Elder looked up stupidly from his contraption.
Breathing in deeply so that he would not lose all of his control and rip Elder apart (I've always wanted a fic where someone kills the perverted Elder mercilessly-it would be SO fun to read.) and bit his lip before continuing.
"...Can...you please...shut...the...hell up...b...before I ...murder...you?"
Elder, not wanting to cause more trouble than there was already, shut his stupid mouth almost immediately.
Chrno sighed and settled into the wooden chair, relaxing his grip on the sides of it, and closed his eyes, hoping for some much needed sleep.
(Ahem.I really don't know if demons sleep, but...the thought of not sleeping is excruciating to me...I live to sleep...that doesn't make any sense.Ahaha )
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Rosette was sighing YET again, and this time, Sister Kate couldn't take it anymore.
"ROSETTE CHRISTOPHER!IN THE LORD'S GOOD NAME, WILL YOU SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP!
I AM SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR SIGHING!"
Rosette, in the darkness, smirked quietly, knowing that her aim to get back at Sister Kate for the whole clothes issue had been achieved.
Suddenly, there was this tiny crack of light.
All three looked up in the direction in which the beam had miraculously appeared.
It had faded away.
Along with it, had their hopes of ever being rescued.
Feeling despair deep down in her heart, Rosette realised that the Order may have not even realised that they had gone missing.
To her, that was heart-breaking, as the thought of Chrno not longing for her company was just painful.
When did I ever realise that I would miss him so much?
She looked into the darkness and squinted closely.
Strange...Claire's shadow had disappeared...only Sister Kate was there.
Breathing out slowly so as not to panic, Rosette called out.
"...Claire? Are you there?"
There was no response.
In the hazy cover, Rosette could see that Sister Kate had begun to tense.
Where was Claire?
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Chrno looked at the box-like macine that was the size of a cereal box ( if there was such a thing in those days) and he felt his eyebrow twitch.
The idiotic device had a funny face, with two dials that looked like bulging eyes, a red button which looked like a nose, and a meter which looked like someone's stretched elastic band.
To top it all off, it had two weird yet funny wire-like things that were sticking out of the top.
Chrno had a strong feeling that the Elder had done this on purpose to mock his idiocracy.
"...Elder..."
The restraining of his anger had restarted again as he tried desperately not to break the machine into half.
The Elder looked up from his book on D.I.Y robot making ( again, IF there was such a thing before...) and smiled rather evilly.
His plan had worked.
"...what in the fing world is this bloody infernal contraption?"
"...hehehe...mind your language, boy, this infernal contraption is going to help you find your beloved."
At this moment, Chrno was so stunned he dropped the machine and unconciously, heat seeped into his face and he was as red as a teacher's face when they discover glue on their chairs on April Fools' Day.
Elder almost shrieked and ran to catch the box, which had almost been smashed to smithereens on the wooden floorboards.
"..huff...huff...you have to be more careful!"
Chrno only managed to stammer out a " W-what?"
Elder smirked yet again and set the stupid looking robot onto the workbench nearby.
"You don't agree of Rosette as your beloved? Oh well...I guess Remington would-"
He was cut off by a growl and he looked at the demon sitting in the chair.
There was no sign of the flustered young man just now.
Instead, there stood a demon, in all his dark glory.
Elder looked at his golden eyes and noticed that they were not focused on him.
They were focused, instead, on the machine.
The meter was racing up and down.
Elder walked slowly over to it and he had an incredulous yet stunned and worried look on his face.
The Astral levels were going way overboard in San Fransisco.
Pandemonium had arrived.
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Rosette felt panic rise in herself and she was beginning to hyperventilate.
The beam of light had occured again a few seconds ago, and now she was all alone in the darkness.
Sister Kate had been taken,too.
Her mind was racing.
If this place was normal, wouldn't our kidnappers...w-would have had to step in to take us out?...T-there was no sounds of them being taken away...a-and...
Extreme panic struck Rosette's heart and she felt tears sting her eyes.
"...N-no...no...sniff...I don't wanna die...not so soon..."
She was sobbing uncontrollably and her sobs were making herself ache with pain.
Her head was bent down and her arms wrapped around her, while the last beam of light came.
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Author: Uhm...she isn't that...if you're wondering...by the way, please look at P.S.S stated above. Do you agree with me?