Crusaders of love and lust – My warning to you
A/N: Hi! I'm back again! Sorry for the looong update…I've been busy adapting to a Christian School life…And I was busy trying to finish sketching a picture Rosette & Chrno to post on ' go by the name 'Tsukiria' there too!)…And I am now officially addicted to the song played in the only clip on ' about the Chrno Crusade anime…You guys should go watch too! I found it hilarious…I coulda sworn I was rolling on the floor of my school library…I also bought the whole set of Chrno Crusade anime CDs…::Hums::
Running her fingers through the silky strands of violet, she smiled as the child-like demon let out a purr of content. This was so much like the old times, she mused to herself, picking up the brush lying beside her.
So much like the old times…
She remembered the first time she braided his hair for him… he had pouted, whined, protested, refused, yet…
That bright yellow ribbon binding his hair never did once leave its place; that very thought still made the ends of her lips lift unconsciously.
Hang on, whispered the voice in her head. The brush in her hand hovered above the lavender mass as it halted in midair. Why did she have this nagging feeling gnawing at the back of his mind? Something important…something Azmaria said when she barged into the room…something about…
Holy.
Crap.
"Chrno!" she shrieked, so suddenly that her partner jumped about a mile in the air before turning sharply to face his contractor, his undone locks of amethyst whipping about him like a halo. Before he could do anything else, however, Rosette grabbed his shoulders and his vision soon became nothing more than a blur due to her shaking.
"Chrno! How long ago was it when Azmaria told us to go to Sister Kate's office?!" she screeched in his face, leaving Chrno to gape at the colour draining from his contractor's face rapidly.
"Ummm…" he mumbled, racking his brains to remember.
"About more than half an hour ago…why?"
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"$#1T!"
One could have sworn it wasn't a nun and her partner but two colourful streaks of lightning whizzing past them.
He threw a suspicious glance at the figure sitting before him, sipping daintily at her tea. His eyes still fixed upon her, he lifted his own cup and brought the sweet concoction to his own lips. The head nun sitting at her desk had her hands clasped before her, her uncertain gaze flitting from the priest to the 'child'.
The silence stretched on, and it would have continued if it weren't for the albino's question.
An outrageous question which caused the Father to choke at its abruptness.
"Is it necessary for the nuns in this convent to be virgins?"
The other two occupants of the room only stared, and made no heed acknowledge her query.
"Is it?" she probed on, her obsidian eyes glinting.
"What if they were to lose their virginity? And-"
"And why," interrupted Sister Kate, her face muscles going into spasm, "would you want to know?"
She smirked, flicking a lock of silver casually behind her shoulder.
"That girl, Rosette Christopher…"
Her smile broadened in victory as all the attention at once snapped to her.
"She's sixteen now, no? D'you know what that means? "
When her question was met with only silence, she took up the honour of supplying the answer to her own enquiry. She bowed her head and glared at them through her curtains of platinum, her ameyst eyes flashing a hellish crimson for a moment.
"Breeding age."
She rose from her seat and slowly paced about the room, her teacup laying forgotten on the coffee table.
"She's undergoing changes everyday, every moment. Of course, these changes cannot be seen by the naked eye. However, bear in mind that…" her eyes bled scarlet once more.
"A demon has senses far more acute than any humans', and although the Sinner may be a little slow on the uptake, considering the fact that he is always around her, you can have my head if he hasn't caught a whiff of Rosette's scent of fertility and has flames of the sexual fire building up within him."
Sister Kate's shocked gasp was drowned by the clatter of a china teacup against the floor.
"You mean," a shaking hand rose to clap over ghostly pale lips, "you think-?"
"I don't think so," she cut in, her voice dropping to a dramatic whisper, her hand reaching up to push up the pair of half-moon glasses resting upon her nose.
The spectacles glinted maliciously under the light.
"I know so."
BAM
The door slammed open to reveal the duo in question, panting and heaving for breath. Talk about speaking of the devil… in ways more than one even.
Chrno immediately sensed the many pairs of eyes upon him and he shifted uncomfortably under their 'fierce' gaze.
"Erm," he began unsurely, scratching his cheek with a clawed finger idly, "was it something I did?"
Sister Kate was the first of the three to regain her composure. Then, as though she had suddenly remembered something, an unreadable expression flickered on her face. Her gaze narrowed into a glare, and a certain saint gave a yelp of fright, diving behind the Sinner for cover.
"I asked for you more than half an hour ago," the head nun whispered, her voice ominously soft.
Then, without warning, she slammed her hands on her desk with so much force that the various objects resting upon it were sent flying.
"Where were you!?" she roared, a large vein twitching dangerously at her temple.
Rosette cowered in terror, trembling slightly, literally using the Sinner as a human, well, more like a 'demon' shield.
"Now, now, Sister Kate," came the sweet voice of the albino, and she stepped swiftly between the infuriated nun and the terrified duo huddling together, acting as a barrier.
The said nun seemed to calm down at the sight of the outsider and remembered the purpose of her summoning the two professional exorcists of the Order. In a business-like tone, she spoke, giving a casual flick of the hand towards the albino.
"This is Astral. Due to certain circumstances, she has been placed under the supervision of the Order. You are to keep an eye on her and - "
"Now just wait a darn picking minute – " Rosette began, her vivacious personality returning to her as she attempted to express her disapproval, only to be cut in as rudely as Sister Kate had been by her.
" – Please bear in mind that she is not allowed to wander out of the Order's premises without permission," Sister Kate pressed on, her voice rising and her tone more harsh.
She shot Rosette a murderous glare, as though giving a warning, before continuing.
"As for why you were chosen out of the many others, it would be because you were the ideal choice, given that you have had the most interactions with demons and such, and would know how to handle them more expertly than the others."
Realisation struck her like lightning.
"What?!" the blonde screamed, unable to believe her ears. Jabbing an accusing finger at Astral who raised a rather amused eyebrow, she shrieked," She's-! She's a-?!"
Astral took a step towards the flustered nun and her comrade calmly, and, with one graceful movement, swiped the cap which lay upon her head off. With one arm tucked behind her, she gave a polite bow.
"Salutations, Miss Christopher. And of course…," she raised her head, her unfeeling orbs reflecting a shade of brilliant scarlet.
"Sinner…"
She gave a smirk and Chrno felt himself shudder against his will as a sudden surge of demonic aura flare past him, vanishing without a trace as quickly as it had appeared.
And that wasn't the only thing which freaked him out.
That girl…has holy power molded together with that dark aura…
He cast a wary frown at her.
Just what…is she?