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Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Kehe, got the bit of vampire influence in
this chapter. You�ve been warned.

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Chapter 2

Rather then
hitting him again, she just rolled her eyes and gave a very frustrated growl as
she shoved him out of the�
bathroom. "I mean it." And with that she slammed the
doors in his face. "GET ME CLOTHING!" She demanded from the other
side, the pattering of feet and the sound of rustling material the only thing
that let him know that she was now crawling into the amazing bath, and then a
bit of giggling and splashing.

His ears
sagged slightly in defeat, but he did as she told him - and left to wander the
castle-style building they were in, finding a few of the lower-ranking demon
residents and getting some of their maids to search for children's clothing in
the storage cabin. It wasn't long, due to the authority he had, before he had a
small pile for her all ready, enough to keep her satisfied for a while at
least. Well, it would normally, but from what he could tell, most of the items
he was given were mostly dresses and cute things, some horribly overdone. He'll
just go run some errands tomorrow if she wanted him to. "Rosette, are you
done?" He called quietly as he closed his bedroom door behind him, making
sure no one in the halls heard him.

There was no
response from the other side of the door, the only sound being the trickling of
the waterfall. Inside Rosette had fallen asleep after cleaning up, arms curled
around one of the smooth rocks and her lower half floating in the water, a bird
sitting beside her and plucking at her wet strands of unusual golden blonde
hair.

Chrno waited
a moment, stepping slowly farther inside the room, glancing at the pair of twin
doors to the bathroom, still closed apparently. "Rosette?"
He called once more, a little louder this time. She better not be ignoring him... Knowing she probably wouldn't like it, he
opened up their mind channel, only to be perplexed at a barrage of fuzzy,
incoherent thoughts coming from her end. That was odd. "Oh, shit." He
mumbled, dropping the stack of clothes on the bed, suddenly realizing what that
meant - but he stopped himself as soon as he put his hand on the door, and
instead of sliding it open, he knocked loudly. "Rosette, wake up! You're
going to drown yourself!"

She frowned, those fuzzy thoughts focusing on a near murderous
sensation of annoyance, as she rolled over and....slid back all the way into
the water with a splash and a little scream. "What
the!?"� She squeaked, and
crawled out, coughing a bit.

Chrno let
out a relieved sigh at her voice, at least letting him know she was okay.
"Damn it Rosette.... you could have killed yourself!" He snapped, but
his tone held no anger, just concern.

"I wasn�t
all the way in the water!" She complained, fumbling for one of the huge
towels and wrapping herself in the fluffy thing, fumbling with the door and
opening it a bit, peering up at him through wet hair, the towel nearly touching
the floor it was so big around her. "Did you get me clothes?"

"Yeah,
I found some things. They're on the bed." He stepped back, running a
clawed hand through his hair nervously. "They're a little..... well, lets just say they're all I could find. I had a few
lower ranking demons get them for me."

She padded
over to the bed, tiny wet foot prints following her out of the bathroom, before
she snaked a arm out and dug into the pile, making a
few faces as she suddenly lifted a pair of edible panties, and held up the
candy ringed thing. "........Little, well?" Her voice had a dangerous
tint to it as she threw it at him, and then held up a full belt leather bondage
outfit amongst the lace and curls.

Immediately
his face turned crimson, and his expression turned to fear the moment she threw
the panties at him. Oh god.... was that bondage? "R-Rosette..." His
voice sounded completely pathetic as he stepped back a few paces, ready to bolt
if he had to. "I had no idea... I just saw the few at the top and I
thought they were fine! I didn't know those were in there, I swear!"

Her voice
was ominous, and she threw the belts to the ground. "You are extremely
lucky I'm in a towel." She growled, blue eyes meeting his as she dug out all of the...inappropriate garb. Including a Lolita maid
costume with bottomless panties attached to it, and a few ball gags and even a
whip. What was left was a meager amount of frilly dresses, of which she grabbed
the most concealing, and marched back into the bathroom with a slam of the
doors.

Chrno was
left there to ponder whether or not he should get a running start. While he had
time, he grabbed all of the indecent things with burning cheeks and shoved them
in a hamper by the door side, closing the lid and hoping he could forget he
even saw all that. For chrissakes, those were all for
children, too... he forgot how disgusting demons can be.

There was a
bit of growling as the girl struggled with the dress, finally putting it and
the undergarments on, and slammed the door open, her hair pulled up in her traditional
pigtails, and the pink and white dress flailed out adorably in the baby doll
cut. She pursed her pink lips up and balled a fist at him. "NOW. you
are going to DIE!"

The poor
demon uttered a small 'eep', and immediately began
walking backwards towards the hall he had retreated to not so long ago that had
an open garden. Worst comes to worst, he flies and hides until she cools down.
"R-Rosette, I told you, I had no idea there was that kind of stuff in
there! I wouldn't want you to wear that, i-it's
disgusting!"

She cracked
her knuckles, a vein throbbing at her temple as she marched towards him like
she was Godzilla and not a twelve year old girl. "You are just a PERVERT! I CANT BELEIVE YOU!" She whaled on him, but seeing as she only
reached his waist, could only really pound on his thigh....before she punched
him directly between the legs. "Take THAT!'

He continued
his slow pace backwards until he hit the door, letting her punch at him,
figuring she'd probably calm down quicker if he just let her have her way.
"Rosette, you-" His face paled as he bit his lip, before he slowly
fell to his knees, hands covering his groin as he looked up at her with a
baffled, hurt expression. "Wh-WHAT THE HELL?!"
He screamed, voice slightly higher than normal.
"It wasn't my fault!"

"IT WAS
IN MY FACE!" She
growled, pink in the cheeks and utterly adorable. It was so hard to look
menacing when you were twelve. "You're TOO TALL!"

"That's
not my fault either!" He whined, looking completely pathetic as he looked
at her with hurt golden eyes. "Besides, that's no reason to punch me
'there'! It hurts!"

"Oh poor baby." She said sarcastically. "Like it
hurts that much." She crossed her arms and couldn�t help but feel
guilty, before�
pounding him in the head lightly. "....sorry
ok?" She asked, exasperated, "I just cant
get used to being so short again. And you being taller then me! ......now...
why don�t you tell me where the kitchen is so I can get something to eat."
She muttered.

He sighed, having recovered quickly enough, but still didn't
exactly trust her enough to stand up again. "Um..." He bit his lip,
looking towards the door he came through that led to the halls of the main
rooms. "There's some stairs down the hall... I'll show you where, but
you'll have to come back on your own." He paused for a moment, that
familiar guilt washing over his face yet again. "And... there's something
we have to do before you can be seen by anyone else."

She stared
at him suspiciously, and took a step back, looking like she would tear out his
throat at the mention of anything bad.

Watching her
with apprehension, he brought up a hand and tapped on his neck. "The
collar you have - every slave has a white one when they're first bought, but
they don't stay that way for long. The color will change depending on what kind
of rank you're given... and every slave is given one before they can be seen by
anyone else." He paused for a moment, letting that sink in.
"Basically, I have to give you a job."

She blinked
a little, looking bland. "A job? But I'm not good
at anything." she stared at him, frowning. She didn�t like having to wear
it, and she fingered it, trying to get it off. "Can't you just pretend I�m
a....fucking pet or something? That way I can do what ever the hell I
want?"

He gave her
a guilty smile. "I'm afraid not... "

She sighed exasperatedly,
poking him in the chest. "I am NOT
doing any hard labor for you!" She eyed him as if to force in the point,
before letting her shoulders slump. "What do I need to, so we can get the
hell out of here."

"W-well,
that rules out two jobs..." He said quietly, trying to remain optimistic,
but he knew she wasn't going to like what she hears. "All that's left for
you is a chef... or a blood servant." He purposely left out the whole 'sex
slave' department, knowing well even mentioning it without any intention of her
being such will earn him another wallop.

"I...can�t
cook!" She threw up her hands miserably. "What the hell is a blood servant! I have to serve you peoples
blood? CHRNO YOU"VE TURNED INTO A VAMPIRE!?"

"Th-that's not true!" He blushed, watching her
nervously. "Y-You have to understand... demons are a bit different in this
world. I can't really find a nice way to put this, but.... humans are...ah... 'food'..."

She blinked
at him, before looking obviously freaked. "You want to eat me?!" She
crossed her hands over her thin arms and stepped back. "I'm sorry, but I�m
not giving up an arm for this!"

"N-No, not like that!" Well, actually, some demons did it that way...
"Not to sound like a vampire or anything, but we need a small amount of
human blood to survive. I-It's really not a whole lot..." God, he hated it
when she looked at him like that... it really made him feel even more like a
monster...

She looked
at him suspiciously, now holding a hand against her neck. "........how
small?"

He averted
her gaze, still hopelessly embarrassed and wracked with guilt. "As long as
I'm careful, it should only make you dizzy for a few moments before you're back
to normal... really not that much."

"And I
can stay here with you? Do I have to live down in the servants
quarters?" She asked with a little mutter, not at all enjoying the
concept, but she had come to grips with the fact that it HAD to happen.

"I
think you can stay in here with me... blood servants are sometimes used as
se-" He clamped a hand over his mouth, face pale. He can't believe he
almost let that slip. "A-At any rate, I think it should be fine."

She blinked
up at him innocently, big blue eyes trusting despite the wounds that still
riddled her face. "O-ok. I guess that won�t be
too bad."

Despite his
overwhelming will to retain his posture, he found himself wincing at her
trusting gaze. God, he made her wait for this long, endure this much pain, and
he's only going to bring her more. Gently he reached out, brushing some of her
golden locks out of her face, his palm resting on her cheek. "I'm going to
need to take a little bit to mark the color of your collar..." He said
quietly, giving her a hesitant look that told her he was ready to back off if
she protested even in the slightest.

She seemed
to consider this and then nodded, for once not yelling at him for touching her
like that. She knew that he was only looking out for her, and despite yelling
at him, she did appreciate it. And this? It was just
like the other contract. A bit of blood. "Go
ahead."

He gulped
slightly as he leaned forward, accepting her approval slowly. Why did it feel
even worse when she was this trusting? If she didn't kill him for doing this,
his heart probably would. Running his clawed hand down to her arm, he placed a
warm kiss upon the juncture of her neck, just below her collar - then slowly,
as if on instinct, he ran his tongue hotly along where he could feel the
largest vein pulsing just under her skin.

She jumped,
flinching away from the hot kiss, not expecting something so...sensual from
him, and felt her skin burn scarlet as she looked down at the top of his head,
the ivory horns shining the low light. "Careful!" She gasped, one
hand gripping into his hair, just to make sure he didn�t go over board, her
voice trembling a little. "Is that really necessary!?"

He flinched
the moment she grabbed his hair, making him snap out of the trance he had
already started to slip under. He had no idea instinct would be this strong...
"Sorry..." He mumbled softly, lips barely touching her skin as he
felt his fangs elongate and sharpen at the mere thought of blood. "If I go
too far..." He whispered, struggle apparent in his voice, obviously
holding himself back. "Punch me, kick me... just do whatever it takes to
get me to stop..." His breath increased slightly as he fought against
himself, his grip on her arm tightening, but not painfully so.

She felt her
heart stutter at that, and then speed up, sure that he
could hear it as well, and she swallowed sharply. "I'll do more then
that." She threatened, but bent her neck to him, allowing him more room as
her gold hair slid off her pale skin. "Just get this over with!"

His muscles
tightened as he drew in a breath at her voice, before he advanced upon her once
more - fangs immediately sinking deep into her neck, blood pooling from the
fresh wounds as his tongue pressed against her skin, coaxing a faster blood
flow. He drank from her like a starving man would water, soon finding himself
completely intoxicated by the sweet flavor; he had drank from others while
searching for her, but none were like this.... she was fresh, pure, innocent....
the mere taste made him crave more even when he had his fill. A small groan
rumbled from the back of his throat as he tightened his grip on her again, talons
beginning to rake across her arms very slowly as he began to feel something
slightly akin to pleasure. He had to stop...he had to stop.... but it tasted -
it felt so good...

�

�At the last possible second, he ripped away
from her, stumbling back slightly until his back hit the wall right behind him,
watching her with a horrified expression as a hand came to cover his
blood-stained lips, trails of read running down his chin.

The moment
he let go of her, legs wobbled and she crumpled to the ground, her squirming
and fighting having gone unnoticed, voice trapped in her throat from the pain,
and then, the dizziness that followed. Her breathing came shallow, and her
fingers hazily clamped over her neck as she rolled over into a tight ball,
blood oozing from between her fingers. She spoke something, but it was far too
quiet to hear.

The demon's
eyes widened as she fell to the ground, curling tightly into herself defensively,
pain wracking her thoughts. He'd taken too much... he thought he had only been
a few seconds, but his memory was hazy... did she fight him at all?
"R-Rosette," He called in a shaky voice, not bothering to clean her
blood from his mouth as he leaned forward, scooping her up so that she rested
on one leg. Immediately he felt her pulse, relieved that it was healthy, just a
little slow from the initial loss. It may take her more than a few minutes like
he had hoped, but she'll be fine. "My god... Rosette....I'm so
sorry...." He choked quietly, heart being crushed by guilt. "I-I
didn't mean to..."

"You...suck..."
She wheezed, trying to collect her thoughts. It wasn�t that he had drank way
too much, it was just...that blood went to her brain, and it had made her desperately
light headed, not to mention how badly it had hurt. She refused to take her
fingers from her neck, red oozing between her clutched fingers. "Shut up
and get me a band aid..."

He paused
for a moment, before placing his arm across her back and lifting her slightly
to him. She was going to kill him for this, he knew it - but he was already
dead anyway. "I've got something better." He whispered and gently
pried her small stained fingers from her wound, before he licked the blood
away, running his tongue over the open skin where it healed almost immediately
- or at least enough to stop the bleeding, but there was still faint scarring.
He pulled away from her slowly, giving her an apologetic look. "That
better?"

She immediately
squirmed the moment he pried her fingers away, and
almost yanked out of his grip when his tongue touched her skin, squirming away
from him even as her skin healed over into a faint scar. Her collar slowly was
becoming red, spotted with blood. "CHRONO!" She smacked him one hard anyway, feeling as if
she was going to fall over from it. "Don�t DO THAT!"

He knew he
had it coming, so he made no effort to move away the moment he saw her hand
flying at him. "S-sorry...." He replied in a defeated voice, noting
how the remainder of the blood that was left had already began to seep into her
collar, staining the entire length of it dark red. "It was only to help it
heal over...."

"So is
that what you did to the rest of them?" She asked, glaring at him,
obviously shaken up by his lack of control the few moments before. "Like a
cat?"

He blinked
at her words, his mind clearing enough to notice how badly he had scared her,
making him feel even worse - and her question didn't help him either. Silently,
he let go of her, letting only her head rest upon his knee for support. He
didn't want to risk any more unwanted contact... she probably hated him more
than she ever has right now anyway. "...."� He lowered his head slightly and avoided her
gaze, not wanting to tell her just exactly what he had done to the 'others'.
"Y-you probably need something to drink...."

She leaned
against him for less then a minute, before she forced herself up, grabbing onto
the bed frame and dragging herself away from him, the warmth of her small form instantly
missing as she wobbled, and gripped onto the metal. "Right, do I have to
go downstairs to get that too?" She asked sarcastically, not seeming to
notice how badly she was hurting him.

Slowly he
got to his feet after her, staying fairly close just in case she would fall
over again. Biting his lip lightly, he continued to avoid her gaze. He couldn't
tell her to walk there on her own, and he certainly couldn't go get her
anything, could he? Goddamn it.... He stepped over and picked her up, setting
her down on the softness of the bed, before immediately letting her go as if
her skin burned her. "No... stay here, I'll be
right back." He said quietly, and quickly left the room, completely broken
in two from her reaction. He didn't care anymore.... he just wanted to see her
smile again. He couldn't stand her voice like this, that look of complete trust
she had in him all but completely replaced with her fear and pain. But... it
didn't matter if she hated him now, right? He could still get her back home. He
could still get her back where she belongs, away from this Hell.

�

That's all
that mattered.

She had
flinched violently when he touched her, but then looked confused at his broken
tone, before it dawned on her how much all this was probably hurting him. She
had been so preoccupied with the pain- "Chrno!" She called after him,
but stopped as he disappeared, and she bit her lip, guilt and pain boiling at
the bottom of her heart. Why was this so hard, so painful.
She wanted to tell him--- but she couldn�t. Not until she got Joshua back.

�

�She couldn�t think about herself until he was
safe. And oh god, what if he was in
this world too...

She quietly
leaned over against Chrno's pillow, and quietly breathed in his smell, hugging
it tightly as she felt the exhaustion from it all starting to tug her towards
sleep.

Not long
after he left (though a run in with a few other demons had set him back, but
his mood had been so foul he simply scared them shitless before moving on),
Chrno opened the door slowly, peering in at Rosette's motionless form laying on
his bed. Carefully he walked in, setting down a rather large plate full of food
and an odd pink concoction in a clear glass on the nightstand beside her. Hopefully
she was asleep.... he didn't want to face her again. At least
not tonight...

Sleepy blue
eyes opened quietly, and she started at him before reaching out and taking his
sleeve, tugging on it lightly as she peered up at him childishly. "Chrno?"

He froze the
moment he felt her tiny hands grasped the fabric, hesitant guilt-laden golden
eyes looking down at her. "I-I thought you were asleep." He replied
quietly, before averting his gaze, violet bangs covering his eyes. "I got
you something to eat... and this drink will help your blood count."

She didn�t
seem to care, and quietly adjusted from her spot, grabbing one of his long ears
and tugging his head down. "Shut up stupid." She muttered, before
planting a sweet kiss on his cheek, barely an inch from the corner of his
mouth.� "I didn�t say before. Thank
you for rescuing me." She mumbled, "I know I can be harsh. But...you
know."

He looked
down at her, completely surprised at her reaction, his cheeks slightly pink.
"...You don't need to thank me. You would have done the same for me."
He gave her a weak smile. "..... I had no right to do that to you back
there.....I.... I hurt you... and I could have stopped it..."

She
shrugged. "You saved my life enough times for us to be even right?"
She socked him lightly in the cheek, before flopping back down and reaching for
some fruit, popping them into her tiny mouth. "Don�t worry about it, just don�t
do it again. You worry way too much Chrno."

He wished he
could have cheered up at that comment, and he tried - but he couldn't shake the
guilt that easily. If only she knew what he had done to the other humans that
he fed from... but he couldn't tell her that. "I worry just enough."
He gave her a small laugh, walking leisurely to the other side of the bed
before slipping under the covers, leaving plenty of distance between them as he
propped himself up to a sitting position, watching her out of the corner of his
eye. Something told him the following days are going to be worse..... and if they are, he wasn't sure he could take it anymore.

She looked
over at him, blushing to herself before she fumbled with the comforters and
climbed under them as well, tucking them around her tightly. "Good night
Chrno." She mumbled, hugging the pillow, and his sent close to her, closing
her eyes tight. She was surprised at how easily sleep knocked at her door
again, though somewhere during those stages of decent into unconsciousness, she
crawled a little over to his side, cuddling up into his chest, the warmth and
heartbeat soothing her.

Not long
after Chrno heard her breathing slow to an even pace, he relaxed himself, and
turned off the light beside the bed. For nearly an hour he found himself unable
to sleep, no matter how long he kept his eyes closed... stress was probably
just taking a toll on him. Sighing, he turned on his side, beginning to feel a
little frustrated, until he felt the covers move and he peered down, cheeks
turning pink as a sleeping Rosette cuddled up to his chest, knees curled into
herself as she nuzzled him lightly. 'I
guess she is still just a kid now...' He thought to himself, having no
problem with putting an arm across her middle to secure her to him, since there
had been more than a few nights she would sneak to the Elder's cabin and into
his bed when they were first brought to the Order. For some reason he was
finally able to relax, resting his head just above hers, and moving his legs so
one barely touched her knee, before he finally submitted to sleep.

The morning
came to sleeping ears, and the girl moaned a little, trying to tuck her head
under the pillow above her, only to find herself securely tucked into Chrno's
strong arms. She blushed horribly, before she none to
gently forced herself free, stumbling out of the bed and looking around, eyes
focusing on the tray of food. She smiled, and grabbed a plate, loading it up
and meandering about the room, sitting down in a cushy chair and started
eating, humming to herself lightly. This honestly wasn�t too bad, as long as
she didn�t have to go and deal with other demons. She'd be fine.

It wasn't
until she was almost completely done eating that Chrno stirred, getting up
slowly with a yawn, surprised to see Rosette already awake. "Good god
you're up at dawn." He said with amusement, before plopping back down on his
pillow, hand on his head in a dramatic gesture.
"The world's coming to an end."

She shrugged
a little, waving an apple core at him. "When you have to get up before
dawn to get your fellow slaves food and fresh water before they come watching
you, you consider this sleeping in." She grinned widely, before reaching
for a chocolate donut.

He leaned
back up, watching her for a minute before he slid out of bed. "I'm going
to take a shower, don't leave the room, okay?" He said sleepily before
retreating to the bathroom, still trying to wake up. That had been the first
night he actually had sleep the entire time he's been here, and it made him
want more. Demons didn't actually need it, it was merely a luxury, but one can
get used to it quite easily.

She watched
him go, chewing on her donut before fingering her collar. She stuffed the rest
of it in her mouth and wiped her fingers on the chair, before fumbling with the
back of it, trying to see if she could break it off.

A good ten
minutes passed before Chrno walked back out, hair still wet and clinging to his
skin, his black long-sleeved top thrown on haphazardly and left half open.
"It doesn't come off." He said simply, drying his hair with a large
fluffy towel.

She looked
up at him and had to take a double take, her cheeks flaring bright crimson at
the sight in front of her. "A-Ah!" She
whirled around, back to him as she clutched at her heart. She often forgot how completely
sexual everything about him was, down to the strands of violet hair on his
neck. She shivered. "Go get dressed already!"

He blinked,
looking lost. "What? I am
dressed." He replied simply, completely oblivious.

She refused
to look up at him, and she waved a furious hand. "Button up your
shirt!!!"

He looked
down, still confused as hell as he did so, raising an eyebrow at her. "Not
like you've never seen my chest before..." He said quietly.

She peered
up at him a little, her cheeks obviously very red, and her expression
mortified.

"What?
It's true." He simply continued to dry his hair, wondering why she was
blushing, even after he buttoned up his top. His outfit he wore in his true
form had part of his chest exposed, so why did it bother her now?
"Sorry..."

She shook
her head, quietly getting up and drinking the nasty tasting pink concoction,
before digging through the pile of clothing and yanked out a lacy white dress
that came a little short to her thighs.� "Now I'm going to take a bath and get
ready. We've gotta sorta
get a layout of what�s going on, so maybe we should take a walk around this
place."

"Well,
that may not be a good idea for you..." He gave her a hesitant look.
"Slaves aren't really allowed enough freedom to wander the place unless
they're maids...." He paused for a moment, wondering just how this
situation could work. Rosette hated to stand around and wait, yet at the same
time, there wasn't much she could do unless she wanted to attract some unwanted
attention. "I've got a few good leads that I'm going to look into today.
In the meantime, you could talk to the other slaves in the common room to see
if there are any rumors floating about them."

She frowned
at that, but crossed her arms as she headed into the bathroom, nodding. "I
guess. You better be working hard though, or else I�ll find you and kick your
ass." She mumbled a bit, closing the door behind her and hopping into the
bath, scrubbing up quickly and then...braided her hair into twin locks,
blushing a little in embarrassment at how childish and cute she looked, wearing
the ruffled dress and her wet tousled hair with the ribbons on the end.
"Where is it?" She asked, poking said head out of the door, before
stepping out in the adorable outfit.

Chrno
wouldn't help but blush just slightly at the sight of her, having never once
seen her in something so... feminine. It was more childishly cute than
anything, but still, she wouldn't have been caught dead in that dress four
years ago. "You look cute." He accidentally let it slip out with a
smile, but quickly changed the subject in an effort to cover it up. "Ahh, I can show you. You ready?" He stepped towards
the door, his hands sliding comfortably into the pockets of his black slacks.

She made a
very unfeminine face at that, stomping almost as if trying to make up for
anything cute about her. "I am not CUTE. I look like a DOLL." She grabbed his arm and
wrenched him out the door, grumbling meanly.

He was about
to make another comment at that, before she took hold of him and yanked him out
- and in a panic, he in turn grabbed her own wrist and pulled her back in,
closing the door behind them in a hurry. "Rosette," He whispered though he knew no one would be able to
hear them even if they were standing right at the other side of the door.
"Don't do that!"

She yelped
as he pulled her back, and pulled her wrist away, rubbing it with a hurt
expression. "Don�t do WHAT?!"'

He brought
up a hand to his forehead for a moment, trying to find the best way to word
this without seeming as though he's looking down on her. "Treating me like
that - like you normally would is fine, when we're alone." He paused,
sighing as he averted his gaze from hers. "But out in front of other
demons, I'd have to reprimand you.... harshly.... for talking to me like
that."

She frowned
and balled her fists up, looking desperately unhappy about all this. "So...I
have to pretend to be submissive..." She didn�t like that. "Do I have
to call you Master too?" She
asked sarcastically.

He cringed
horribly at her question, but in stead of protesting, he blushed darkly and
gave her a horribly apologetic look. "A-Actually..."

She stared
at him in utter disbelief, and her shoulders slumped. "I have to-ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?"!"

"J-Just in front of other demons!" He quickly explained, horribly
embarrassed - and it was obvious. "I-I told you before, humans aren't
exactly treated well anymore..."

She just
glared at him, before her expression changed, and she dropped her face for a
moment, before bringing it back up with a completely different expression,
childish and lost and oh-so-adoring. She brought her little hand up to her pink
lips and spoke in a breathy, almost sensual voice, squirming
her little legs together, so much skin showing from below the hem. "Oh MASTER~ Don�t
let the big bad demons get me~"

At first he
thought she was going to explode via worst case scenario, but the moment those
adorable childish blue eyes (albeit fake), he almost melted. Though the split
second after that faded, he turned pale as she spoke in an almost sensual
fashion, mocking the title she was supposed to give him. "Rosette, stop that."
He growled slightly, a little annoyed at that - as well as confused as to why
he felt himself blush at her little act. "I'm not kidding, I'm
serious."

"Oh but
Master" She whined, stepping
closer to him, and taking one of his hands, lightly tracing her nails up his
arm and leaning against him. She didn�t seem to get a response from him when
she yelled at him so much in this body, so she was going to try a different
tactic. I.e. embarrass him into agreeing with her. "Don�t you want to
teach me a lesson?" Though if that backfired, she'd just punch him again.

His face
turned beet red, and he gave her a completely mortified, and yet somewhat
annoyed look. He knew what she was up to, but that didn't really help the fact
that she was almost.... scratch that, he knew she was faking it, but he still
felt like she was trying to seduce him. Good thing was, that he could easily
dismiss her while she's in that twelve year old body, but the fact that he knew
she had her sixteen year old mind still in there almost completely nullified
her physical attributes. "R-Rosette, what the Hell are you doing?!"
He gasped, taking a step back from her, suddenly looking like a cornered
animal.

She lightly
placed her other hand on his other arm, horribly amused by his reaction. Little
fingers ran onto the inside of his wrists and up his arms, before she lightly
wrapped her arms about his waist, burying her face into his chest and just
leaning completely into him, sighing sensually as she nuzzled into his belly
button. "Massterrr~"

By now the
poor demon had completely froze, almost at his wit's
end. She was really testing his patience... and his control. Since a lot of
blood servants are raped during or after the feeding, a lot of times sexual
behavior can be a catalyst for hunger, and Chrno hadn't 'eaten' much the past
few weeks. And he'll be damned if he drinks from her twice so soon. "I
hate to do this to you, Rosette...." He voice sounded like an apology as
he grabbed her hands from him, and looked down at her straight into her blue
eyes. "Stop."
Even though it was a single, simple word, his voice echoed in her mind and
ears, suddenly no longer that familiar kind tone she was accustomed to, but
dark and dominating - and in response, her collar tightened ever so slightly.

Immediately
her body jerked, and she stepped backwards, almost robotically, her expression
perfectly horrified, and she scrambled farther away from him, then scowled at him. "How....DARE YOU!"

"Rosette,
this isn't something to joke about!" He stated firmly, determined to set
her views straight even though it hurt him to see her like this. God he didn't
want a repeat of last night.... but it had to get her to realize this. "I
know you're used to always being in control, but it's just not going to happen
that way here!"

"You
have no sense of humor! I can�t believe you-you just did that!" She was visibly fuming, balling her fists and she
whirled on her heel, slamming out of the bedroom, before stopping and glaring
into the door, her blue eyes near glowing with anger. "I'll just go where
I belong then." She said in a whisper only he would have heard, and then fled
down the hallway, with no real knowledge where the servant�s quarters was.

He felt his
chest tighten painfully as she slammed the door behind her, making him hesitate
as he stepped forward to follow her, but he stopped the moment he heard her
small whisper. What had he done.... the situation was
just too delicate and he hadn't been nearly careful enough. Slowly he looked
downwards, wincing his eyes shut as he listened to her
run down the hall, forcing himself to stay right where he was. Whispering her
name with remorse, he opened the door and left, doing his best to keep moving
forward. He had to continue following those leads... if he could find a way out
of here, that would be the end of it.

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Hey, I
invented a new drinking game - While reading this fic,
take a drink every time Chrno wants to kill himself. It�ll be crazy fun. <3
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