Crusaders of love and lust – Rays of the rising sun
"Rosette, Chrno-san!" sang Azmaria, her voice bubbling with childish innocence. Her snow-white hair which cascaded down her shoulders was sent bouncing as she skipped along the corridor.
"Rosette," the albino called in a dulcet tone of voice as she reached her destination. "Sister Kate would like to see you in her…"
As her sentence trailed away into nothingness, violet eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she turned the knob to the saint's room; only to be met with a sight which sent her spluttering, face boiling red.
Just as her mind was in a frenzy, a familiar oh so silky voice came from behind her, momentarily halting her heartbeat and causing her to almost jump out of her skin.
"Looking for Rosette, Azmaria?" queried Father Remington, chuckling slightly.
"Knowing her, she's probably still in bed now, eh?"
The twelve-year-old glanced up at the priest who gave her a warm smile in return as he pressed his palm against the polished surface of the door, pushing the gap open wider for both to enter.
"Ah…C-chotto matte, Father Remington! R-rosette…s-she-!" stuttered the apostle, waving her arms frantically as a deep blush spread across her cheeks.
However, either it was on purpose or he was really innocently ignorant, the Father was deaf to all the albino's stammering and blind to the fact that she had already bypassed red and was flushing maroon. The blond placed a hand on the angel's shoulder and steered her into the room-
Only to have his ocean-blue eyes widened in shock at what lay before him.
Burrowed under the covers comfortably and under a mess of tangled limbs, Chrno, who had his face wet with tears the night before, now had his nose nuzzled against the crook of his contractor's neck, snoring slightly. With the soothing warmth of hers tempting him, he had, in response, drawn closer, and his violet locks now lay in a soft mix with Rosette's sunshine coloured hair.
Both were peacefully asleep, and both blissfully unaware of their unwanted audience. Sadly, the worse was yet to come.
The rays of the rising Sun shone through the fluffy magnolia white clouds and through the curtains hanging by the windows of the nun's bedroom. With the dazzling light blinding Rosette's cerulean eyes, she screwed her face up in pain, before blinking her eyes open groggily.
The fog which had resided in front of her vision faded as the figures before her swarm into focus. The blonde exorcist sat up and stared at the Father and the apostle through half-lidded eyes. In that few moments, tense, awkward silence had settled between them. Then-
"Mornin' Father Remington, Azmaria," muttered Rosette in a sleepy murmur, falling back down onto bed, yearning to return back to her source of warmth under the blankets.
It took her a fair few more seconds to fully register her current situation.
Giving a surprised squeal, she jerked apart from the child-like demon in a fluster, her cheeks flaming scarlet. Unfortunately, as she hastily made to scramble away from her partner, she had clean forgotten about the fact that she had her hand firmly clasped around Chrno's loose braid. Thus…
"Yeoooooow!"
Chrno's agonized cries marked the start of a new day.
As his screams reached her sensitive ears, her pink lips pulled into a triumph smile.
"Oh yes…he certainly is special…After all, it isn't everyday that you get to see a demon who can feel…not to mention love…" she whispered, her cold fingers wrapping around the warm cup of coffee on her lap.
"Ah," said the Elder as he shifted his gaze to hover on the delicate profile before him.
"But aren't you a servant of the devil as well?"
"That may be so," she replied, her emotionless smile widening to reveal a glint of pointed fangs as she tucked a stray wisp of platinum hair behind a tufted ear.
"But my blood is tainted by the Lord as well."