Land of the Sun

Disclaimer: I’m MISOGIRL! Not Daisuke Moriyama, learn the difference.

Author’s Note: Yeah! Okay more depressing stuff here, but it’s going to get more nicer, good feeling kinda thing soon. But it’s gonna be just Chrono being in a rut and stuff... If you don’t like dark and morbid stuff, you should leave... or eat miso soup... I don’t really care either way...

Chrono: This fanfic ever going to lighten up, MG!
MG: What? You wont some fluffy between you and Rosette? (Nudge, nudge, wink, wink...evil smile)
C: What do you mean ‘Nudge, nudge, wink, wink’! (blush)
Rosette: MisoGirl... (scratches head) Hope your parents didn’t name you that.
MG: No... That’s my nickname! My new one that is... I got a bit annoying with my last one...
R: Annoying? Your annoying now!
MG: Well... My old nickname was Chi-ma-Chan... But I keep singing it to the old batman music... over and over and over and over and over and over and over...
C: Whoa that is annoying...
MG: Then I went to my bud restaurant with the gang; all I ordered was miso soup. Because it was cheep, and didn’t have that much money on me.
C: And there’s the origin of that...
MG: Of what ?
C: Your freaky food name...
MG: Well, there’s no reviews.. cries so instead I’ll be answering questions!

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Land of The Sun
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Once That’s Lost, is Found Again
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Light poured though lavender curtains. Within the large white room, with red and gold carpeting a girl stirred under deep majestic purple sheets. Peeking throw her thick eyelashes, she read the clock on the bed said table.
“5:30 PM...” She mumbled though her full soft lips, while adjusting the azure gaze to the Calendar. “Koushin 3rd ...”
Shutting silky ebony lashes then snapping them open again she exclaimed,
“March 3rd! Kyou’s Hina Matsuri! En have tame choudai dekiagari!” Shooting off of her oversized bed, she skated to the antique dresser. Pulling out the bottom door, she yanked out large folded up paper and placed it on the surface.
Looking back in to the drawer, a sweet smile tugged at her lips as she stroked her fingers over silk of light pink and blue, decorated with soft lilac petals.
He stirred. Wha? Awake? Why am I...?
ZWPSH!
Chrono opened an eye. Seeing dust falling off the wall, his eyes narrowed a bit. It’s just dust... but why would that wake me?
BAM! The middle of the wall shock, and more dust fall to the ground.
HUH?
A stone brick popped out of the wall, hitting the floor with a loud clunk. Some more bricks fell out, making a small hole in the wall. Bright lights moved about on the other side.
“The place better not collapse on us, Bob.” A man’s voice came in through the hole.
“It won’t, trust me Salmon.” Bob presumably answered.
What’s happening? Chrono asked himself. His question was soon answered.
“My name is Simon! Not Salmon! I’m not a fish!”
“Whatever...” Bob replied.
“Hey! My kid told me this is saint’s tomb! There are treasured holy relics in there. Relics which are consider priceless to the Catholic church!”
Tomb robbers! Here?
“Ya... but didn’t she say that there was a demon guarding this tomb?”
“First of all, demons aren’t real. Second, if they were, why would one be guarding a saint’s tomb?”
They knocked just enough of the stone off that they were able to walk into Rosette’s resting place. The two robbers were too enamored with their conversation to realize that the said demon was right in front of them, standing at his full height, fangs glinting in their lights. Curling his claws, and he spread out his wings.
“True. I’m just saying that if the Catholic treasure thing is real, wouldn’t there be some traps in there Bob?”
“That’s why we dug our way here. To avoid any traps!”
His voice came out on its own accord.
“Get out.” Chrono said, in a dark and possessive tone.
Both men’s heads snapped around to look at who was speaking. Mouths fell open in a silent screams at what looked like to be an honest to god DEMON!
In the same malice voice he had used before, he spoke.
“I was having a nice dream, before you dick heads came along. But I guess I’ll just get rid of you, and go back to her.” He raised his hand up, to show the two stunned men the deadly length of his claws. In a blurred movement Chrono made his move. He now stood next to the man that was closer, and with a flick of his wrist, the man’s arm was torn off.
“GHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Salmon!”
Chrono glared down at the man and his companion.
“Leave my love’s tomb now, or it’ll be your head next...” Both men didn’t wait any longer. They got up and ran as fast their legs could carry them, one leaving a trail of blood behind him.
Chrono watched them leave, still holding the arm in his grasp. Waiting some hours he decided it was safe to collapse the tunnel they left, of course tossing out the arm he held. He turned back, and his expression softened upon seeing her.
“It’s all right Rosette...” Even his voice was sweet.
“They’re gone now...” Chrono walked over to her. Placing a hand the casket, and stroked it a bit, again like he was patting her head. “Sh... go back to sleep. I’m right here. No-one can hurt you now... I won’t let them...” Kneeling down next to her resting bed, he rested his head on her lap, still patting where her head was.
“I’ll protect you... always... always and forever...” He whispered, no louder than a coo of a dove. Golden pools fluttered shut, and Chrono was lost in sweet dreams.
Unnoticed by the devil, the blanket that fallen off when he stood up, was now on his shoulders. A ghostly hand smoothed his hair, and a soft wispy kiss was pressed to his temple.
“I know...” The spirit of Rosette whispered in his ear

“There! All done!” exploded the joyful blonde.
“Teiryuu hassei English tomo sono toki.” moaned the redhead.
“En gozen not hassei English!”
“Haii. Temae are.”
Ignoring the annoyed her ruby haired companion, the blonde quickly grabbed her wishing doll. Glancing both ways before hand, she wrote her wish down, whispering as she did so. “En ganmou En iyoku mi-to sono hito in waga negaigoto.”

DEMONS!
His body stiffened
Why would be demons here!?
He heard the wall being smashed through. I’ll have to fix that...
The demons’ clawed feet scraped the floor as they walked. Some grumbled in complaint, and wines that they didn’t get paid enough to do this; two of them by the sound of it.
“Damn dust! I can’t see a thing!” coughed the man.
“You complaining about it won’t make it go away! See... It’s clearing up Dermotosio!”
“Good!”
Chrono stayed still, too comfortable next to Rosette to move, not really caring about the second rated demons and thinking they’d leave when they saw him next to her bed.
And they did see him.
“Wha!” One screamed. “It’s C-C-C-CHRONO!”
“Ohh stop screaming. And don’t act so surprised either, Dermotosio.” The other said. “The boss said he’d be here.”
“But-but.”
“Look. Dermotosio. He. Is. Dead. No demon can live this long. Even the old farts are thinning out in numbers.”
I’m not dead...
“Ya but Baroph...”
One of them moved to the side of the coffin.
“Dermotosio. Let just get out of here. This place smells bad. So help me get this Christopher chick’s remains, take it back to the boss and devour them.”
WHAT? What did he say? Devour? They’re planning to eat Rosette? Not on my watch!
As he heard the creeks of the top half of the coffin’s lid being open, using the palm of his right hand, Chrono slammed it shut. Now that got they’re attention!
“GHA!” They both said, and fell on their butts.
Chrono stood to his full height and glared at them. His eyes glowed, his teeth sharp, and hands clenched into fists. Chrono’s wrath hung heavy in the tomb. It thickened the atmosphere around them, and sucked up the air.
“Now...” His voice was dark and weighted heavy with rage. The way he spoke made the two demon’s knees turn to jelly. “Now... Let me make sure that I know what’s going on here. You punks plan on stealing my precious Rosette’s body to eat it? Now that’ll piss me off to no end. And you don’t wont that...”
They sat there, gaping at the superior demon. The two ‘punks’ (as Chrono called them), looked like they where about to die of fear. Then they gave a sudden jolt, and grabbed their horns.
“That could be a problem...” “Yeah...”
Talking to their boss...
“Well, he’s alive.”
“And well, Not old...”
“. . .”
“Hm...”
“Get killed by our boss...”
“Or get killed by The Ignoble One...”
“Tuff choice... Eh?”
“We don’t get paid enough.”
Chrono had about enough of this crap. “You mangy mongrels get out of my beloved’s resting place now! Or this’ll be your resting place as well!” He said while approaching them, danger flashing in his eyes.
“Falling for a filthy human is gross, but falling for an angel is on a new level of disgrace.”
“What? You dare call Rosette filthy!” Okay! No more Mr. Nice Guy! He’s so dead!
“Well better to go out with a fight.”
The two charged at him. Chrono inwardly sighed to himself, easily swatting them out of the way and making them crash through the ceiling, up to the surface. This caused a piece of the ceiling to come crashing down on Rosette. Chrono caught it easily enough. He waited for the other debris to stop falling, then he tossed the stone slab aside. Looking up and seeing a blood red moon in a pitch sky. He muttered to himself,
“Great. Now I have to fix the ceiling as well...”
Chrono followed them outside.
They’re so going to pay for insulting Rosette, AND violating her tomb!
(R: Wasn’t he the one...MG: Yeah. He did throw them through the roof... C: Shut up and get back to the story!)
Once outside, the starless sky hanging above, and the forest bathed in a scarlet hue was striking. Cities lights flickered beyond the horizon. He floated there for a moment and scanned the area for those bastards.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw them. There on the forest floor, in a tangle mess of trees, branches, and bushes. Climbing up on to their feet, they rubbed their sore heads and backs; obviously complaining like small children about something.
Growling inwardly he thought,“I could blast them into oblivion... But they’re to closes to her...”
“Strange... You speak of the Avenging Angle like she’s still alive, Sinner Chrono.” Chrono turned around; his hair and tail wiping abut in the wind. “Their ‘BOSS’ I assume?”
The demon was quiet obviously had a couple decades on the boys down stairs. He had many winkles, and long silvery gray hair. “Why yes, of course...” The elder said waving his hand casually.
Chrono took another look at him, realizing that he was far older than just a few decades older. He was past his prime. With the thin winkled arms, thinning hair, and withered wings, it was obvious.
I’m surprised that he can fly all the way up here, let alone talk! He’s either very strong or very...
Upon seeing Chrono staring at him, the old cot snapped at him,
“What are you looking at ya old timer!” After that out burst he quickly covered his mouth and stated coughing and hacking up blood.
Yup he’s senile all right. Even if he was a senile old man/demon, Chrono couldn’t help but feel that he knew him...
“BOSS!”
“You shouldn’t over do it Erythro.”
What! It can’t be... His stomach dropped. It just couldn’t be... but he has the name...
“Surprised Sinner?” Erythro said. “I’m the same Erythro that hatched just before you sinners killed our mother...”
“What!” Chrono’s eye shot wide. He was just a tiny little thing when he left Pandemonium. I was in my early hundred when I left. When Rosette died I was in my late 180\'s, early 190\'s... how in the world did he age so fast!
“You were asleep in the angel’s tomb fore five hundred and sixteen years Sinner...”
He looked at his arms and legs and his torso.
“I haven’t age one bit...” Chrono said a bit bewildered at his youth.
“Well now you see elder... why we need the angel’s flesh to lengthen our longevity.”
“The hell you will!” Chrono growled. “You’ll be pushing up daisies before that’ll happen!” With that he attacked them.
Dermotosio and Baroph tried to stop him quickly. “Pesky RUNTS!” He slammed into them, with an aggressive punch to one. He hit the forest floor. Chrono turned to the other one, stabbing him with his tail throw the chest. He curdled blood and then he fell to the ground to join the other one.
“Revolting Demon!” Erythro hissed. He gathered an astral to his right hand. The elderly demon blasted it at his older sibling.
Chrono dodged it easily. There was an explosion behind him. His pointed ears picked up the crackling flames, and the air on his back heated up. Chrono smirked at he old fool, clutching his chest and struggling to breath.
Suddenly the image of the green eyed angel, shaking her index finger appeared.
“That’s why anger is a sin...” His blood ran cold, turning his head around with a prayer lock in his throat, praying that it wasn’t true... “,it makes you blind and stupid.” Eyes widen in horror. Hot crimson flames danced everywhere; smoldering ash rose up into the sky and disappeared.
Rosette... with in all that chaos her tomb was destroyed.
“No... no... no!” Chrono whimpered, tears welding up in his eyes. “...blind and stupid.” Her words echoed in his head again. “Were you warning me about this too...”
“The old fart...”
“That attack killed him”
Chrono turned around, then looked down to find that the two were up and by their fallen boss. Tears of sorrow quickly burned into the tears of rage.
Limping up to join his comrade and dead boss, the young demons didn’t realize that he was in grave danger.
“Well what do we do now? That dead angel chick is gone and...”
Riiiiiiiip
“Huh?” The other shifted his gaze up.
Chrono was standing right in front of him. Large deep carmine wings stretched out, his form outlined by the scarlet glow of the fire. His eyes flared with untold wrath.
Demonic blood pooled around his feet. Within the tight grip of his talons, was the decapitate head of the demon comrade.
“WAAAAAAAAAA!” He turned to run, but his arm was torn off at the shoulder. He collapsed to his knees clutching to where his arm use to be. Claws grabbed his neck, and cut it open. Within the cold blanket of the night, the sounds of a demon’s cries could be heard. Blood stained the trees and grass. No predator dared to tread near. The creature born of the darkest of evil was being slaughtered by the sin of rage.
“That’s why rage is a sin... it makes you blind and stupid.”
Chrono stopped his actions. It hit him like a brick that crushed his heart. Nothing I can will bring her back... I can’t undo what’s already been done... He lifted his hands to eye level. Blood stained his hands and fore arms.
“I’m sorry Rosette. I couldn’t save you in life or in death...” he raised into the night. “I can’t stay here now... there’s nothing for me... I don’t deserve to live.” He flew away, cursing under his breath. Cursing himself. He flew until he didn’t know where he was anymore. With tired wings he landed on stone steeps. The familiar sent of smoke and ash hung in the air. The devil from his long travels dissolved into a small form, that of a child.
Not really caring who saw him, he began to wail, slamming his face onto the ground, bearing it into his arms; weeping so much that it became difficult to breath.
The sliver moon light fell upon her form, making her long golden hair sparkle. Yawning and stretching her arms up, it was time to rest for the night. Pulling all nighters for the past few nights for the up coming exam, instead of willingly to compling to those wishes, exhausted her. Hearing soft weeping up ahead, she quickened her pace.
At the top of the stairs, near her front door, was a boy. No older than twelve, he wore lots of red, even though they were weathered and worn. She walked up the rest of the remaining steps to him, she sat down next to the unexpected guest. It’s getting hard for him to breath, he’s crying so much. Reaching out a pale hand, she rested it on in between his shoulder blades.
“Hey...” The girl coo sweetly.
A harsh tanned hand slapped hers away.
“Leave... leave..m-me... alone!” He wailed in between hiccups.
She just smiled at this. I expected as much. She reached into her obi and pulled out her white and blue hanky. She reached with the other to lift the boy’s face up. Receiving the same reaction.
“Go away! She’s... she’s not... I can’t... I couldn’t...” He wailed again. She placed her warm hand on his wet cheek and chin. He started to snarl, she just giggled at that and proceed to wipe his face with the cloth.
“It’s alright. Everything’s okay, just calm down. Then you can tell me all about it.” She said in her sweet big sisterly voice.
That voice... Ruby eyes opened. His breath stopped short in his chest. His heart ceased beating; his body froze in awe of her beauty. She was the last person on this earth he expected to see.
Her golden hair shone in the light of the moon. Deep sapphire pools watched him with sweet caring. Ivory skin smoothed over his chubby cheeks. The angle began to hum him in a sweet, calming tone.
“Breath.” she told him. He obeyed. The violet haired boy’s small little limbs began to shake. New tears formed in his sad, scarlet eyes. She made a sympatric sound in her throat.
“Sh...sh... It’s alright. It’s okay. You’re safe now... don’t start crying on me again little one...” Her words were filled with sympathy for him.
With shaky hands he reached up to her shoulder. With his dry weak throat he whispered. “Rosette?”
Shock replace her expression of concern and sympathy. “Nani? How did you know my name?”
Throwing his head back, he wailed.
“ROSETTE!” Chrono wrapped his arms around her shoulders, crashing his mouth onto hers and rapping her sweet, pink lips with his. His clamped ruby-red eyes continued to leek tears, seasoning the kiss with there salt taste.
It was a kiss he craved since she lay in his arm so many years ago...

Final Thought: okay! I’m done. (wipe sweat off brow) Now that took longer than expected! Hope you enjoyed this one too! If anyone says Chrono’s OOC here I’ll say this now. If you were lock in side a tomb for five hundred years, you’ll be OOC too my friend.

PREVIEW!
“Good news is you’re awake... Bad news is that you stole another kiss from ME!” the blue eyed teen screamed.

MG: okay that was a short preview.
C: (blush) I can’t believe you made me do that...
R: AW! You look soo cute when you blush Chrono-chan!
MG: OKAY! Interview time!
C: Who are you interviewing?
MG: I’m the one being interviewed.
R: By who?
MG: By... THIS SALSA JAR! (points at the jar)
C: What?
MG: Okay salsa jar ask away!
R: Wait a click...
MG: Why yes they are there!
C: Okay... That’s creeping me out...
MG: Don’t worry! Chrono will be back to his old Chronoy self.
R: Um... I would like to get out now...
MG: You’ll have to read the next chapter to find that out.
C: Review on your way out...please I don’t won’t to see this
again...