Triple Threat

Disclaimer: I’m MISOGIRL!!!! Not Daisuke Moriyama. . . as ususal. . . weeping, weeping.

Author’s Note: Third Chapter Three up now! Uh . . . they are already selling Halloween stuff now aren’t they? One would think the stores would wait until it was actually it was the month the holiday/event’s in right? I mean if this keeps on going, the poor costumer can’t move ‘cause the terrible store’s soo full of the crap for the holiday/event. THEN they won’t get any of their money!

MisoGirl: No money for them, ‘cause the people can’t get to the cashier . . .
Murderess-Rosette: What the hell are you blabbing now!
Childish-Rosette: S–sorry! (Sniff)
MG: You anÌt talking to you . . . what?
Adulteress-Rosette: I want more time alone with Chrono.
MG: Ye know, you sound like a hooker . . . a prostitute . . . gold-digger . . . a pedophile . . . some kind of person that’s addicted to sex . . . or money . . . or sex . . . or both . . . what?
MR: Would you just shut up Woman!!!
CR: Sorry! (Cries)
MR: YOU TOO!!! (Looks around) Where’s my gun?
AR: They took those away, remember?
MR: Those bloody bastards.
CR: Sorry . . .
MR: What part of ‘Shut up’ don’t you under stand? The ‘shut’, or the ‘up’ part?

Triple Threat
Chapter Two
Life in Triplicate

The new day sun broke over the horizon blissfully bring light to the morning and setting the night to sleep. The hustle and bustle of the early birds and the yawns of the night owls hummed across the Order’s grounds. The sound of sizzling bacon and the smell of fresh bread filled the kitchen. Hungry mouths fallowed the sent of hardy breakfast piled into the cafeteria. All of the magdalen officials and exorcists lined up with their breakfast trays in hand for the mouth-watering meal. The plates were filled with eggs n’ bacon or sausage with a large slice of buttered toast, as oatmeal was slopped into the round basin.
Chrono sighed and took his scrabbled eggs and two fried sausage as he heard some younger children whine for pancakes. He never acquired a taste for the overly buttery batter. The small demon waited in line for the whole wheat oatmeal hoping they didn’t sweeten it. His blood crimson eye grew wide as his bowl was snatched of his tray and was replaced with a bowl fill with steamy hot warm creamy brown porridge. The royal rich deep lavender haired lad glanced up to peer into the ocean deep pools. Curtains of sunshine gold framed her features of ivory soft skin.
“There you go! A bowl of completely un-sweeten oatmeal. Just the way you like it.” The innocent woman chirped gleefully. Her hair was tied up in two braided pigtails just like when she was a child. The white Sunday dress swayed gently with every gesture. The pink ribbon bow sat still on her squished down bust.
Someone nudged him in the shoulder and he jumped out of his stupor. He bowed his head and thanked Rosette then went on his way to a table they all ways sat at. The demon slid into a chair and began to quitely spoon in his porridge. He smiled as he tasted the true taste of the rolled grain. It warmed his insides and calmed his raw stomach. Another smile roused his cheeks as he heard the innocent Rosette attempting to scold the children.
“But, if you only eat pancakes every morning you’ll never grow up big and strong.” The girl half reasoned half whined.
Chrono hade to stifle a chuckled at the tone in her voice. He knew the original/singular Rosette wouldn’t use that tone even if it meant her life.
“But it’s yucky!” A young child whined back.
“I want pancakes!!!” Another child cried back.
“But . . . we don’t have any.” He heard Rosette at the verge of tears. The demon squared his shoulder and pushed his chair back. “I know!” Her loud chirp hade him falling out off and bashed his forehead on the edge of the table. Some scuffling and rummaging along with older men and women arguments were heard. “There you go.” A low thump as something was placed on one of the children’s trays. “You can sweeten it more with this, and I’ll get some cake mix for the weekend to make you some, but until then be good.” Low murmurings of small voices and shuffling of feet were soon heard after the golden lulu’s voice.
Chrono pulled himself off the ground with a large red bruise forming on his cranium. He turned his gaze over at the children fussing over the open bottle of maple sirup. The small demon sighed to himself and pulled him up onto his chair. No sooner he up on his set he noticed he wasn’t alone. Sitting across from him with an annoyed glint in her deep ocean pools was what the Order dubbed her as the ‘Murderess Rosette’. Coseing next to her in fire engine red dress with matching ribbon in ther freshly curled hair, was none other than whom Sister Kate liked to call the ‘Adulteress Rosette’.
The young lulu winked at him as the other snarled at her guised up image of herself. The irritated one did not like to look of goop and sissy curls on her face one bit, she having no makeup and just having her hair pulled back with a simple black rubber band. The young woman glanced over at her partner, and a vain popped on her cranium. The angered amazon looks from devil to her ‘twin’ for a few minutes. She leaned over the table and stuck a finger under Chrono’s nose. “Why are you wearing the exact same color as she?” The woman hissed.
“Uh . . . but . . . Wha?” The young, small demon stammered. He peeks over her shoulder as if to say ‘help’. “But . . . I always wear this . . .” He whimper out.
“And besides!” The more feminine Rosette exhaled dramatically. “Red is the color of SIN.” She imitated the older sister of the convent. “I don’t really care . . .” The woman cooed as she reached over and stroked a soft warm hand on his cheek. “It matches your eyes.” Her lips curved into a seductive smile as he blushed a deep red.
A large thumping sound broke the air around him, as the other Rosette simply pushed her double out of her set one handed. “And that’s why they are fitting you for a chastity belt.” She growled through her teeth.
“Sister Kate doesn’t have that kind of money.” Her double giggled. “It’s just a little harmless flirting.” She winked at her red devil.
Chrono didn’t know if he was too embarrassed or too scarred to correct her. So he just simply sighed and spooned his porridge into his mouth. The arguments of Rosette fighting with herself faded into the back of his head. He finished his meal and started to sip his small cup of coffee as the pointlessly bickering continued. The cafeteria emptied over time and the small demon was on his second cup as the fight gained another. Azmaria and Father Remington joined the lavender hair lad, and all three of them sat silently as the identical Rosettes shouted, laughed, and whined at one another. The troika hade the same thought on their mind . . .
How did one became three?!
Or more importantly . . .
How dose three becomes one again?!
They didn’t get much time to think beyond that, or even start a barnstorming session. For the Murderess Rosette temper erupted yet again as she flipped a table, witch Adulteress Rosette gracefully dodged, as the Childish/Wimpy Rosette stubbed her toe and began to wail at the top of her lungs. They ushered the trio outside hoping they’ll find something to distract the split exorcist, which they did. The more innocent Rosette was bissly planting posies, as the anger management Rosette was happily cleaning her weapons, and the flirty Rosette was quite calm n’ dandy brushing, and braiding Chrono’s hair.
Ewan rested his elbows on the railing and stared at the triangle like position of the triplex of the girl. One was joyfully moving dirt as another eagerly removed it of fire arms and the last one continued to brush the long hair on her partner’s head a bit longer than needed. His ears perked up as he heard the familiar footfalls of his ex-partner and the head of weapons development approached from behind him.
“I just hade to see it to believe it.” Reverend Gilliam voice sounded gapped, but it came to no surprised.
“I in awe too, me boy. One sexy kitten now turned into three sexy kittens. It’s a miracle from the heavens!!!” There was little serousness in the old man’s voice. “NOW, all we have to do is to find out to multiply the rest of the sweet little fillies and we’ll have a haven on earth.” He mused under his breath.
A quick whirling sound ripped through air around them and it ended on a loud crack. “I heard that Old Man!!!” A threatening tone shot out at them. The old men recovered his footing and straitened up with an oversized bump on his cranium. The young woman dusted off her hands and continued to give her guns a good cleaning.
“Well . . .” The raven haired reverend sighed. “Lest make a note to not ruffle her feathers.” The young man scratched the back of his head.
“Better watch yourself around that one.” The young straw-colored minister groaned, not hearing his old friend. “She’s not just a pill. She’s the whole bottle!” Apparently Ewan was still more than a bit sour for the broken nose.
The golden haired murderess angel back straitens straiter than a poll as her eyes glittered with violent intent. “I heard that too . . .” She hissed with malice thicker than molasses in a blizzard. The men wisely (for once) zipped their lips about the topic.
A small squeal of joy popped up out of nowhere. “It’s soo pretty! Look Azy, this one’s pink with a yellow center!” The innocent Rosette yipped with her hand dirtied by the garden soil. Then the two young girls went into the world of flowers and ponies, and witch men spend most of the time avoiding.
A loud exhausted sigh exited the small demon’s chest. It hadn’t bin two days and the three of them caused more chaos than anyone could have predicted. He breathed out slowly again and slumped his shoulders a bit. Blood red eye blinked as the little devil felt the girl began to re-braid his hair a second time. “W–what are you doing?” Chrono gasped a little.
“What?” She whined sexily to him. “Can’t I pamper you a bit?” Her lushes lips pouted as her skin sparkled that made his stomach roll into nots. “If not for you, then do it for me?” The woman leaned towards him and whispered into his pointed ear. “I love the fell of your hair in-between my fingers.” She emphasized it by gently scraping his scalp with her long, feminine nails.
A shiver crept down his spine to his overheated loins. His chin began to dribble with his overworked system. “If you weren’t a nun, I’ll marry you and ravish you day in and day out . . .” His small chubby little hands covered his mouth immediately after the words slipped out.
“You know, I’m really not a nun.” The woman purred into his earlobe. “That whole ‘Sister’ thing just means I work in the lord’s name, it doesn’t mean I’m one of his brides.” She played with a hairs on the back of his neck as her soft lips kiss his jaw.
Unbeknownst to the very cloudy mind of the demon, the other two got closer to them for forgotten reasons. The white cladded girl went into a frenzy of tears as the other just blinked like a real that just ran out of film.
Little pointed ears twitched as the sound of weeping tickled them. His eyes bugged out of his head as he saw the pigtailed beauty ringing the hem of her dress with crocodile tears staining her bright pink cheeks. Her periwinkle orbs squeezed shut behind wet ebony lashes as streams of waterfalls bubbled out from the corners. “Why do you want to only marry her?” She blubbered out quietly as she rub her eye with the heel of her palm.
He made a turn to get up. “What? You heard–!” The little devil froze in his tracks. His body quaked as fear etched the sides of his face.
Her eyebrow twitched radicle as she leaded forwards with her finger pointing at him. “You’re a quit draw there little man.” The woman’s lips curled into a sneer. He was confused at first, until he found out that he was ‘pitching a tent’. On a loud squeak the little devil quickly covered the little tarpaulin shelter. “Why isn’t he ever happy to see me?” Her voice scorched his skin with heated irritation.
“Uh? Wha–?”
A slim finger poked his cheek playfully and gently. “Well . . .” The almost promiscuous like woman mused softly. “We can always solve this little dispute by splitting you into three.”

FIN
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Final Thought: Well . . . that’s it for now. I just realized something. There is no ‘real’ fanart of my works out there!! They are fanart of a number fanfiction out, even doujinshi out there! Even I worked on a few fanart for other authors. They isn’t one out there for one of mine stories done by someone other than myself anywhere! Well I guss this is a challenge for the readers that got the artist bug to draw a pic of TT (Triple Threat). It can be of anything! You can even draw three Rosettes naked for all I care . . . just don’t let your parents see.

CR: S–sorry! I really am . . .
AR: Hmmm . . . three Chronos . . . all for me.
MR: Hold on there garter belt! Who says they are going to be three Chronos?
MG: Not me . . .
MR: YOU! Be quiet.
CR: (cries)
AR: R&R please dears!