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Snatched-Discontinued	By : AquaTonic Category: Sailor Moon > Crossovers Views: 4340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twenty-One

I fell into a deep hopelessness for the next two days thinking of how my actions created the current situation through cause and effect. With hardly any sleep, I sat day and night at the desk thinking while outlining on multiple sheets of paper all the information Chrono gave me. These plans must have been years in the making since it didn’t make sense that Chrono could have so much power and influence from just his heart. If he was part of the planet he created, what happened when it was destroyed? Wouldn’t he have been destroyed with it? When did this all start?

Grabbing my robe, I felt I needed the information now. Barefoot and feeling like a madwoman, I explored the dimly lit halls until I was able to locate Chrono’s room. At the first sight of it, a chill shivered through me. Now that I was here, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to see his face without revulsion rippling through me. I’d never felt so much hatred for someone in my entire life, yet now I wanted nothing more than to choke the life out of him or smother him with a pillow in his sleep. As I stood there debating on whether to knock or not, the door suddenly opened.

Chrono leaned robustly between the doorframe and the door, bare and dripping wet except for a towel around his waist hanging dangerously low. His taut skin looked like a mountain range with crevasses dipping where muscles met. There was something about it that made my hands want to explore and know every inch of hi—

“Come in,” his deep voice sliced through my thoughts. It was dangerous being here, I should leave before I befall that strange spell he had me under. I didn’t want to lose control again, the guilt still anew from cheating on Trunks. By kami I missed him, and wanted this over soon. “Well?”

I looked up from wringing my hands at the door wide open like a pleasing invitation. No, this wasn’t the time to be a coward. Entering under his arm, I found this guest room to be pleasing in warm green, brown, and white tones reminding me of the woods. A plush cherry wood king size bed with a canopy was to the left near a door that led to a bathroom still steaming. Sheer white fabric wrapped around the wooden frame, cascading beautifully toward the plush crème carpeting.

In the center of the room were a set of large white windows, darkened to show what time of night it was. To the right, a sitting area with a small table for one. All the room needed was a kitchen and it could have been a studio apartment. The smell of fresh soap hit me like a freight train as I looked to my left to see Chrono watching with an amused smirk. Just the sight of him soured my mood.

“I came to—”

“I know,” he cut me off before I could finish. “Follow me but be warned there is a price for what you seek.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his wording. Keeping my pace behind, I followed into the bathroom where an empty bath with lavender leaves sat freshly drained. Chrono stood at the sink, running hot water with a razor to the side. It was the first time I’d seen a man shave since I didn’t watch Trunks get ready in the bathroom. Taking a cup with a brush, he mixed the foaming concoction and stared from the mirror.

“What’s the price?” I asked, curious to what he meant. Chrono motioned and I came closer.

“We’ll come to an arrangement,” he answered, turning to hand me the cup of shaving cream. “For now, I’ll answer your questions while you shave.”

I squinted to see the white stubble peaking up, giving him a strange older aura. If Chrono wanted, he could look like an old man with a beard. As he leaned against the counter, I slowly got to work painting the shaving cream along his jaw, upper lip, and little down his neck. I’d seen this done in movies so it couldn’t be that hard could it?

“How did you survive the Saiyan planet being destroyed?” I finally ask, setting down the shaving cream. Picking up the silver straight razor, my grip becomes nervous as he tilts his chin up bearing his neck. In this moment of blind trust, I could make a move while he’s distracted. Maybe even get him to think I’m flirting or reacting to that ‘god attraction’ then slice his throat open. This would be over, no one would need to accept the challenged tomorrow, and life could go back to normal.

I never thought this situation would push me to the breaking point of wanting to commit murder but, it sounded very appealing. There were too many odds in this gamble for us to succeed against an ancient god bent on destruction from father-issues. And from the looks of it, our luck was running out. I hadn’t heard word if the materials gathered to call Cronus which left me nervous and unsure of the upcoming battle.

“It is a bit complicated,” Chrono replied, his bobbing Adam’s apple dangerously tempting. I applied some pressure and pulled the blade up, hearing the scratch of prickly facial hair meeting its demise. With one nervous stroke done, I dipped the dirtied blade in the sink of water, rinsing before getting ready for a second stroke while Chrono continued to talk. Something about his heart bringing him back to Earth. Pivoting my body, I used my fingertips on his throat to get him to lean back more so I could straddle his knee.

“That’s interesting,” I supplied, trying to look like I was interested in his answers. “Couldn’t you have moved between the planets at will?”

Chrono chuckled. His words seemed to disappear as I readied to strike. It would take some pressure and a quick slice through his neck. Then it’d be over...

Tightening my grip, I gave into my instincts. Dip. Wiggle. Pull the shiny blade up. Press the blade to the warm skin. Pretend to be going for another swipe. Steady and ready, I made my move. The sound of his voice disappeared while I heard only my breathing and pumping of my pulse. Using my free hand that cupped his throat, I shoved his neck hard into the mirror and dug in.

Something black overtook my vision for a minute as I gasped for air. I gulped again, sucking just enough in to satisfy my burning lungs. The color and sound rapidly drowned my senses, a shooting pain pulsing down my wrist, neck, and chest. Angry blue spheres were the first thing I saw but I felt the rage in his suffocating aura. I gasped for another gulp of air, feeling the fingers squeezing my throat, elbow shoved in my chest, and his other hand with a death grip on my wrist. Something warm splattered on my throat and chest, bringing my eyes down to see the one inch gash dripping from his throat. At the sight of the open wound, my stomach clenched. A blur and movement made the clench activate as my head was roughly shoved over the toilet.

I managed to gasp a breath before I emptied the contents of my stomach.

I couldn’t believe I missed...I had the opportunity in front of me and...I failed.

Flicking the cold silver handle, I shut the lid and leaned back shaking. The feeling in my right hand was coming back but it hurt like a sprain. I wouldn’t be surprised if I had a broken wrist. Testing it, I sucked in a painful gasp as tears sprung to my eyes when I tried to move it. Not only that, but I hurt all over; each time I took a breath or swallowed shot a pain through me.

“It’s broken,” his stout tone echoed making me prickle. I couldn’t believe I failed...yet for some reason I knew the outcome of this battle. Trunks would lose, and I would have to give myself over to Chrono. But that wasn’t what frightened me the most, it was what Chrono would do to Trunks. Would he show him mercy? Would he let him live? I didn’t want to admit it, but my worst nightmare was coming true. I’d dreamed of getting married someday, praying and hoping I would have a family. To keep them safe since they were all that was precious to me. Was this another one of fate’s cruel tests?

Whatever chance I had of getting through to Chrono was over. He’d hate me and take that rage out on Trunks.

I tried to sniff back the tears and arrange my disarrayed robe appropriately. I needed to see Dr. Ezra if it was broken, tears or not. Cradling my arm to my chest, I used the bathtub as leverage with my free hand to stand. I felt extremely tired, the adrenaline gone, and wanted nothing more than to cry myself to sleep.

“Your tears tell me you came here for something more,” Chrono’s voice cut into my pity party. I wiped them away with the sleeve of my robe, taking in the damaged bathroom. What had I done? Was I really that desperate to commit murder? The mirror was broken above the sink, showing the imprint where I’d smashed his head back. The counter itself was cracking away from the wall from what I assumed with Chrono’s surprise strength kicking in to push me off. Then there was the floor, the tile cracked where we’d landed. No wonder I couldn’t breathe, and I was sure my back would be hurting in the morning.

Yet, Chrono looked unfazed. He stood there in all his nude glory, holding a towel to his throat as the crimson color spread, and shaving cream smeared. The angry blue orbs were gone replaced with interest as if Chrono was trying to look into my mind. He tilted his head to the side as if impatiently waiting for a response. The only thing I could give him was a bob of my head, but that hurt too. It looked like he was going to speak and I was interested in what he might say.

“A commotion was reported, do you need assistance?” Kaspar’s voice spoke behind Chrono’s towel-less form taking in the scene. It felt like the most interesting piece was me, feeling his eyes linger as if questioning why I was here but surveying the rest. I felt a sharp pain of anger and betrayal just looking at him.

“Take her highness to the infirmary, I will follow shortly,” Chrono ordered and left the bathroom. With my head down, I followed Kaspar out of the room where I could finally look about. Walking next to Kaspar was uncomfortable especially since that chocolate gaze didn’t look apologetic. How could you betrayal someone and not feel...anything? I wanted to hate him but a part of me still held hope, that he might have been threatened into following orders. I just couldn’t imagine him betraying me without a good reason. I could feel his stare as I ignored Dr. Ezra and his nurses while going through the movements of x-rays and then casting.

“It was a clean break so it will heal just fine your highness,” Dr. Ezra explained. I nodded as he glanced over to Kaspar and then to his small team that way stitching Chrono’s neck. Dr. Ezra leaned near my ear and dropped to a whisper. “While his highness is away, I was instructed to inform him of any, occurrences, with our guests. You don’t need to speak but just nod or shake your head. Did one of these gentlemen harm you?”

I felt my eyes widen and breath catch. I was a horrible liar and couldn’t look Dr. Ezra in the eye.

“No, I fell,” I stammered, a blush pushing into my cheeks. If anything, this clean break was the least of my worries. If Chrono wished, he could have done more for my attempt. I was lucky to get away with this and some bruises. I heard Dr. Ezra sigh, not good.

“That doesn’t explain the bruising,” Dr. Ezra continued, the tip of his cold metal pen touching my throat. I shivered at the chill and pull my silk robe closed, frowning at the blood.

“I’m not here for that, just my broken wrist,” I countered, hoping this would end the questioning. Dr. Ezra wasn’t pleased, looking over to Chrono and then back to me.

“Was it him?” he asked again, his eyes pointing to Chrono. I sighed, not liking where these was leading. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“I would advise against any more questions doctor,” Chrono’s voice bounced through the room. Dr. Ezra stiffened as realization dawned that Chrono was just like Trunks with a high sense of hearing. His stitches were neatly bandaged for the evening as he cockily walked over dressed in nothing more than a robe.

“As you wish,” Dr. Ezra complied and gave me a bottle of tablets. “This will help a few days with the pain while the bones set. Remember not to get your cast wet. If you shower or bathe, I recommend having a nurse help until his highness returns. I’ll set up an appointment each week to check on your progress.”

“Thank you,” I answer sincerely. I’d been administered a shot when I’d arrived and was glad it was working. On the negative side, I was extremely tired and it played on my senses of lost sleep. That was what I needed before I was confronted with Chrono again, but by his waiting it didn’t look like I’d get out of answering his questions.

“She’s in good hands doctor,” Chrono said before following behind, a hand guiding by my shoulder. Kaspar followed behind like a watchdog but stayed silent. What was there to say? That I was sorry? I wasn’t. I had meant to end his life and if given another chance, I might do it again to save the people I love. I paused before my bedroom doors as Chrono’s large hand reached to turn the knob.

“We can finish this tomorrow, I’m exhausted,” I plead. Chrono just grins, giving me one of those mischievous grins that could only mean trouble.

“We’ll finish this tonight. It’s not every day I let someone who tries to kill me live.” That was true. I was expecting a worse punishment instead of a broken wrist. I open the door and lead the way, flicking on the light but Chrono doesn’t follow just yet. “Kaspar, you are released for the evening. I will tend to her highness myself.”

He then enters, closes the door, and I feel the dread pooling. We’re alone with no way to protect myself, bloodied and half naked. This wasn’t a good idea. I would have felt more comfortable had Kaspar stayed.

“Shall we get you cleaned up?” he insists, that sly grin back. I back up with each step he takes forward.

“I-I-I c-can do it m-myself,” I stutter, wanting to turn and run but knowing that wouldn’t work. His eyes darken and then I know refusal isn’t an option. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to do this.” I gulp. I could fight him every step of the way but that would make us both irritated. I was sure he was fuming and I was tired. This needed to end, even if I ended up begging he spared Trunks’ life. Of course, I’d have to pretend to be hopeful that Trunks would show. Even if he didn’t, I wouldn’t put it past Chrono to use him to get his way.

This was it. I needed to keep my confidence up or he’d eat me alive at the first sight of weakness. I’d shown him enough of that with my tears. Confidently walking into the bathroom, I untie my ruined robe and drop it in the trash. Entering the closet, I pick out another set of pajamas just as the water starts in the shower. Swallowing my nervousness, I come out and set my clothes on the side of the tub.

“Come here.” I obey standing before him and the shower. To my surprise, he lifts my casted arm and puts a plastic bag over it. Once it’s secure, I let my hand drop as his eyes do a full overlook of my silk nightgown. “Lift your arms.”

The fighting side of me doesn’t want to but I coheres it to obey knowing there is a time to pick and choose our battles. Tonight wasn’t one of them. Slowly his fingers play with the lace hem inching it up over my hips, then my waist, and pausing before my bust. I wanted to shove my shaking arms down to stop his curious eyes.

With one last tug, it was off.

I close my eyes fighting back the tears at this embarrassment. I’d broken so many vows with this and I feel it won’t be the last.

“When Zeus chose you, I bet it made Aphrodite jealous.” My eyes pop open and I couldn’t help but fight back the blush creeping up at the compliment. Growing up it was hard to come by a positive compliment that reflected how womanly I was especially since I was seen as a troublemaker because I was so tall. Then again, that happens when you know how to defend yourself and get a reputation for knocking a guy out. The brightness in his eyes caught me by surprise as if he was unwrapping a present. Slipping out of his robe, Chrono motioned with his head and I entered the steaming shower.

It was hotter than I was used to so I turned down the temperature to something a little more reasonable. Dunking under the shower head, I wanted to get done as quickly as possible and dressed in so many layers. We were silent as he moved through the movements of washing my hair and conditioning. Each time our skin touched I could feel the electric enigma racing through my veins. Was he trying to play on those emotions from the last time we met? To ravage my mouth and make my mind fog all reason? I didn’t want that, deep down I knew I didn’t. I love Trunks and this was pushing the barrier.

I couldn’t help but think that was all Chrono wanted: a quit roll in the bed to mark a notch on his bed post. I wasn’t that kind of woman. Chrono took his painstakingly time washing me, refusing to let me do anything myself. I could feel his tension and greed, wanting me yet knowing I would deny him that pleasure. His hands lingered too long on the areas that hurt, narrowing his eyes at my tender neck and bruising sternum. Abruptly, he handed me a soaped loofa. I moved to drop it but he caught my hand as if sensing my refusal. I swallow a lump bobbing in my throat. Did he really want me to wash him? I let out a sigh and hurriedly tried to wash only for him to catch my wrist again.

“Slowly,” he whispers, his voice a thick sultry husk. I shiver at how lustful he sounds and take my time, skipping over his groin which I refuse to touch even with a soapy loofa as a barrier. When we are finally rinsed and the water is shut off, Chrono moves fast to make sure I can’t escape his grasps. In the blink of an eye, he’s sitting on the ledge of the tub with a towel wrapped around his waist and another open in his hands. I sigh and watch him carefully dry me, almost as if he’s being tender and gentle. But why?

Dressed and ready for bed, I’m hoping this was all he wanted. To torture me for trying to end his life that he’d just received again. I got the point, never to try it again. When I go to step back his warm hands grab my hips as I feel small held between those large hands that reminded me of Trunks.

“Get your brush and sit before me.” Really, this was getting annoying. I was tired and starting to feel cranky. Snatching my brush from the vanity in the closet, I slink back into the bath and sit. It felt odd as he dried my hair and slowly began to brush it. Something someone has don’t in a long time, bringing on the memory of my mother. It’s been years since I thought of her yet in this strange awkward moment, I do. She used to brush my hair like this right before I went to bed and early in the mornings.

“I believe there is an arrangement to be made,” his deep voice swoops into my thoughts like a gently wave. I am numb and listening, enjoying this moment and strange feelings washing through me. “When you came to me, I agreed to answer your questions for a price but it seems I misinterpreted your intentions. I’d say your actions were that of a lioness protecting her cubs, but you need not worry. I may be claiming a territory but I have no wish to destroy what is already here. Then again, that also depends on your cooperation.”

He has my full attention, especially when it comes to innocent Hiro and Sai. I feel his fingers move through my damp hair, pulling it back into a delicate braid.

“If you wish for my cooperation, I want the terms to extend to more than just my children,” I begin, believing negotiations are open. “Let all the Saiyans and their families leave peacefully.”

It was something that tortured me when I did sleep, the images of what Ares showed. How cruel Chrono could be. The silence was killing me as I wondered what he was thinking.

“You wish for me to show the same mercy you bestowed upon me?” I cringed at how hard his voice hit. My mind calculated my words carefully as I turned to face him on my knees, my hands resting on his towel covered thighs.

“Yes, if you wish for my...obedience.” That comment received a grin that reached his eyes showing how interested he was in my terms. “If you let my friends and family leave safely to Crystal Tokyo, I will accept the defeat and obey your commands just like tonight.”

It was an offer he couldn’t refuse since he had a taste of how far I was willing to fight on the balcony a few nights ago. If I needed to do that every day until I was exhausted to prove a point, I would.

“Will it be every command your highness, or just the ones you are willing to obey?” he asks, a hand daring to touch my cheek. I lean into his touch, closing my eyes for a moment to prepare for what I’m about to do.

Sucking in a softly biting my lower lip, I open my eyes and stare at his curious orbs. “Every command.”

Who didn’t say seduction didn’t sell? I knew I was digging my own grave with these actions and knew what he would be expecting. But as long as everyone was safe, I could tolerate it. I could live with myself knowing I did what I could to save the lives of those I love. That they could be free to live another day no matter what the sacrifice. Usagi had done this for us, fighting for another day to protect all that she’d loved. Now, it was my turn.

Chrono watches me carefully, pushing his fingers to grip the nape of my neck.

“I will have Kaspar prepare a list of my expectations tomorrow,” he states, pausing to lean back and looking relaxed. “Tonight I will sleep here since my room is in need of repairs. You will need your rest Makoto, tomorrow is going to be a long day.”

I feel my throat tighten, watching him stand and hold out a waiting hand. Should I take it? Giving in to his curious gaze I do, quietly following and feeling more than nervous. He doesn’t try anything as I collapse into my side holding my pillow tight. I’m too tired to fight and too tired to care, feeling the darkness ebb around my body I feel sleep come to me willingly.

And the only thing I can think of Trunks, sitting in the nursery rocking grumpy little Sai to sleep.

AN: Happy New Year! Wow, to think it’s been a year since I started writing this! Thank you so very much for all the views, reads, and sticking with me since I seem to be dragging this out. This has been the first fic I’ve ever just continued without wanting to rush. I hope everyone had a great holiday season, happy new year, and look forward to another year of sharing my imagination with you.
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