Triple Threat

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

Author’s Note: well here’s the next chapter . . . it fallows the third chapter, not the bonus one. This one anÌt gona be too long . . . considering that I lost me notes on the story.; If I find them you’ll know, and if I don’t . . . you’ll still know. So have fun reading when I’m just winging it!

MisoGirl: Female cramps are a bitch . . .--#

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Triple Threat

Chapter Four

Finding a Way

White noise hummed in his ears as everything froze in that instance. The teary eyed Rosette fearing rejection and a broken heart. Blazing fury of the angered Rosette not exempting defeat from her flirtation counterpart. The pleasant surprise in the erotic eyes from the more ‘adult’ Rosette. But one thing was the same in all of them, they were all fixed on him. Like he was . . .

The day played out as smoothly as possible with every thing that happen the morning. Everyone acted no differently than they usually, besides the split exorcist that is, and there resident demon that seemed to be in a foreign suspended animation all day. He sat up strait in his bed like a guard dog on the lookout. “It couldn’t be . . .” The demon said to no one inpaticular other than himself. “I just can’t be possible.” He chuckled to himself and at the wheels turning in his head. “She would have said some thing if she did.” The little devil forced himself to smile as a laugh that sounded like a screaming cat riding a paint-mixer came out.

The door creak open and light spilled into the demon’s closet sized room. “Oh . . . It’s you.” The elderly voice of Edward Hamilton blew over the insanely creepy giggling demon. “I thought it was something in the lab that was ready to explode on us.” The Elder sighed mostly relieved that wasn’t the case. He rubbed his burnt coco eye, his ear beginning to bleed. “Chrono?”

“It just can’t be true!” The little child look alike demon squeaked. When only a raised eyebrow echoed back to him, the devil knew he hade to clarify. “She would have told me if she did!” The demon said a bit too loud than needed.

“Who would have said what?” The old man said softly as a headache threatened to pound in his cranium.

“Rosette would have said if she liked me like that.” The boy with timely royal colored pleated hair muttered into his oversized sleep shirt. A dusty red colored his copper tanned face as is bordeaux pools disappeared beneath the shadows. “You know . . . like as in more then a friend . . . more like a . . .”

The elder could of sworn he saw pink smoke shoot out of the collar of that over sized night shirt like a steam powered train coming to a stop in the station. “Well I think she made it quite clear how she feels for you.” The old man laughed lightly. When he received a wide-eyed shock and a face redder than the demon’s day wear, the old pervert was more than glad to refresh the devil’s memory. “Remember what happened in the confessionals?” The demon’s wide eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and the beet red blush deepened to a color that looked as if some unknown force pealed the flesh off his skull.

Sighing to himself the old scientist brushed his prison orange pajamas’ pant legs and walked into the large closet sized room. Sitting himself on the stiff hay mattress he patted the demon on the shoulder. “I have a theory.” The man said once he got the devil’s attentions. “You how when people get conflicting emotions toward something or someone?”

“Yes.” The small demon said under his breath. “I just want to be with her and keep her safe and happy. Yet at the same time it wana keep her all to myself and never let her got, but at the same time I don’t want to force my felling on her.” Chrono confessed brushing back his long bangs out of his sight.

The old man tilted his head back, the light making his aged tan leather skin appears to be a desert landscape. “Well . . . don’t you think Rosette have similar thoughts too?” A crack of a grin found its way onto his weathered face as his keen eyes spotted the question forming itself on the demon’s voice box. The old scientist shifted to face the his smaller companion a little more and patted his shoulder. “She’s not ‘one’ anymore, my boy.”

The demon raised one deep royal amethyst eyebrow. He was both confused and oddly angered by that statement, but the Elder continued before his voice came out of cretaceous eras. “Your girl, is now your three girls. So now there is nothing stopping her from certain thoughts and actions.” The old man said wile he rubbed the sole of his left foot in his right shin to relieve an itch there. “Like in how they talk, dress, and act for example.” He waved his hand like he was attempting to draw a picture for Chrono. “BUT!” Edward almost shouted as he shoved his wrinkled and slightly swollen jointed finger in the demon’s face. “There is one thing that was and still is truly Rosette that lives in all of them.”

The old man paused and pulls his hand slightly up to make the demon look at him. “Her attraction towards you.” He stated as blood blended with coffee.

“WhAt?!!” The demon squawked as his voice cracked. “Didn’t I just tell you that she never once told me how she felt about me?”

A gentle knowing smile answered him back first. “And didn’t I just tell you that she showed you how she felt?” The older man’s eye sparkled with wisdom that grew, and sharpened with age. “It is shown in how the childish innocent training to become a wife. Cooking, cleaning, taking care of fussy children, and changing the little things to brighten up your day just a little.” The age scientist let his hand fall to his knee as his lung took a deep breath they needed. “How the aggressor explodes onto everyone else but confides in you with her frustrations and problems, but never the center of it.” A yawn clawed at his throat and he let it out on the last syllable. “And not to mention the ‘romantic’ advances.” A grin tugged at the man’s mouth at the devil’s bush. “How she paints and dresses herself to make her attractive and sunning to men and you.”

Chrono’s eyes glazed over and his voice was barely a wisp of breath. “M–me?”

Pulling himself up wile patting the demon’s small shoulders, the aged scientist got to his feet. “She loves you, so . . . let her know you do too.” The man said calmly with an unknown caring tone.

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Morning:

The demon shuffled towards Rosette’s room, now the Rosettes’ room not bothering changing out of his night clothes. He heard giggling girls passing him, amused at his appearance. His little zaftig fist knocked on the hard wooden door. “I’ll be right there!” A cheerful voice floated out through the door. The devil could guess with Rosette that was in his cretaceous period sleep. The door swung open softly and the innocent girl stared out at him. Her golden locks were up in plastic hair curlers and she wore noting more than her underwear. The other two were easily seen over her shoulders. One was at her dressing table, her hair was also in curlers as she washed egg like gunk off her face. The other was in the middle of pulling up her brassiere and almost covered her nipples when the door opened.

The demon forced himself not to gap and swallowed the saliva that build up in his mouth. He slowly grabbed the edge of the door and gently closed it on all of theirs horrified, wide open mouthed shocked faces. Swallowing again he worked up the courage to speak. “I–I’ll wait out here until you’re done.” The little demon took a calming breath. Why can’t she just open the door a little bit like normal people?

He drummed his thumbs against his palms and forced himself not to blush when he noticed that he wasn’t dressed yet. Only wearing a long night shirt that barely reached his knees didn’t help his growing embarrassment. Thanking his lucky stars that the fabric was a thick cheep wool, and not the thin cheep cotton the women wear, so it didn’t show any manly physique. He leaned on the cool wall across Rosette’s room and tried to ignore any girlish catcalls thrown at him. His ears perked up when the door opened at last, but his face went blue when he saw who opened it.

The only thing she was missing was a dark aura and crimson flames shooting up behind her. The aggressor of the three glared daggers that glowed white heated from her flaming temper. She marched over to him like a grizzly grabbed him by the collar and dragged him up the wall that hitched the hem of his shirt up a little too high for his comfort. “You dirty little demon! How dare you barge into a girl’s room barely dressed? Are you even wearing anything under this?” She grabbed the shirt’s hem and pulled it up more, far past his comfort zone.

Thick beads of sweat dribbled down his brow. He hade to act fast or else she’ll accidently flash him to the other two Rosettes and any other occupants of the building that were peeking out of their rooms. “I didn’t barge in, and I knocked. Rosette always opens the door all the way when someone knocks.” He squeaked out pathetically, prying he wouldn’t deflower any virgin-eyes.

The murderesses glint in her ocean eye seemed to waver as the wheels turned in her head. She let him down and heard a sigh of relief pasted his lips. Rosette sighed herself through her nose and crossed her arms over her flatten chest. “Well . . . you still need to explain why you’re still half dressed, sweety.” The woman raised an eyebrow at her twin in dark magenta satin seamy formal evening dress, that the horn-dog pinecone given her next to nothing just because he got a flash of cleave and thigh. She watched as the almost-whore stroked the demon’s red cheek, and suppressed the urge to kick her in the back of her head. As much as the flirting ticked her off, most of the things she did seem to be well controlled, and Rosette respected that.

“Well, I didn’t get any sleep last night and when I came here I was half asleep . . .” He swears if any more blood rushed to his head it’ll be leaking out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

“Awe . . .” A sensual moans hummed in his ears, as periwinkle eye shimmered with piety. “Come here baby.” Flirtations Rosette pouted and hugged him to her full breasts. “I’ll put you right to sleep with sweet dreams.” She whispered in his pointed ear. The woman yelped as her counterpart yanked her up to her feet.

She looked her twin up and down quickly and heaved out a heavy breath. “I still say you shouldn’t have tightened that soo tight. You’ll be gasping for air by noon, mark my words.” Rosette sighed through her painted lips.

Being pulled to his tip toes, Chrono shuffled his head out of marshmallow heaven and peeked over the over swollen areola. He glanced at the other Rosette and narrowed his eyes. Even if her temper was flaring up, she was still too red than normal. “Rosette’s right Rosette.” GOD did it ever felt weird to the little demon to use reason on Rosette by her own words. “Women use to pass out because they wore those things too tight.” He gestured lightly toward the heavy duty corsette with his hand.

Vain throbbed violently on her right temple as her teeth sneered. “What?” She uncrossed her harms and perched her fist on her hips. “Do you know how hard it is to have these meat sacks attached to your chest? Do you think it makes it easer to fight the on going holly battle?” The amazon leaned forwards and jabbed a finger in–between his wide wine eyes. “You just get off watching them flapping around like a cheep sideshow attraction.” She finished in a hiss thick with malice.

The small demon trapped between the said female objects in question. “I understand that it’ll be hard to have extra weight up there.” He gulped like a frightened kitten. “It just if anyone, male or female, hade their chest squeezed that much they’ll past out to the lack of oxygen.” The little guy began to sweat like a holiday ham.

The woman took a deep breath and shots of pain wrapped around her like a hugging python. “I’m not going to be you and your little sex-deprave friends’ boob fest.” She growled as the invisible boa squeezed out the breath she just took. “On–one gives it a second thought when a man’s shirt gets ripped off in a life or death fight, but when a woman’s top is off it’s a boner festival!” The woman sucked in air to stay concise. “No man will ever know what’s it like to have boobs and go through child birth.”

“AND THANK GOD FOR THAT!!” Chrono heaved out like a preacher. “If men were the one’s with utters and getting pregnant, they’ll be lazier than dead beached whales!” He shouted over the flirty Rosette bust. It was quite clear to him that she was out of breath and it hade nothing to do with her temper.

She rocked back onto her heals and tapped her chin once. On a heave sigh, she unbuttoned the top button on her uniform. “Now that I’ll agree on.” The amazon smiled gently for the first time. She pointed her fingers at her twin in the hall as the third one hopped out of her way. “You do know I make a point right?” The woman shook her finger at both of her twins as she unbuttons another button. “You two had to wake up at the crack of dawn to primp your hair, and pain your face, to look presentable for the public.” After that sentence, she flapped her hand toward him the palm up, like she was presenting the next generation of automobile. “And look at him. He just crawled out of bed, not even wearing tighty–whities, and already he’s ready for a photo shoot.” She huffed out and closed the door wile unfastening another button.

The little demon slipped out of the warm embrace and fixed a blank stare at the shut door. He blinks a few times but then looked at the two Rosettes standing next to him. “Did that Rosette just complement me?” His voice sounded like it came from a far off place as his finger shackenly pointed at the closed wooden entree.

The more innocent of the three grinned at him playfully. “Yes. She said your handsome Kurono.” She yipped like a pup at play.

Fingers ran through his hair and played with his messy braid. “Well . . . the ruff look does suit you.” The more adult of the three smiled warmly at his pink-en-ing face.

“Wha–?” He breathed confused. “But in this form, I look like a kid.”

“A very sexy one at that.” The dark magenta dress Rosette whispered into his pointed ear.

A squawk stopped his blush turning beet red. “N–not saying that the grown up you isn’t handsome!” The white, with red strawberries dress wearing Rosette squealed, waving her hands around.

“But . . . I’m a demon . . .” The boy look alike hummed.

“That doesn’t mean that you’re ugly and evil, just that your origins are ugly and evil!” The poor girl began to panic. She was silenced by her twin’s raised hand.

“Looks like to me that’s Chrono’s insecure with how he looks.” The woman smiled her wild red lips. The other girl made a cute squeaking sound, but the woman got to her feet and patted the girl on her shoulder. “This is how we can fix it.” Then the more mature female leaned closer to the girl and whispered in her ear. The girl’s face turned pink as she gasped softly and covered her mouth. “Once should do the trick.” The woman continued tapping her bottom lip.

The demon raised an eye brow at the two confused at them, but mostly why he didn’t leave by now to go change. He froze in place as the two moved like mirror images of each other to his sides. They gripped gently on the shoulder across from them wile their other hands held his back still. Then he felt two soft candy pink and wild red lips pecked his checks at the same time. Then like a block of ice under the hot sun his legs melted. As he fell to the floor boards, his vison went black.

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Several Hours Later:

The demon blinked the clouds out of his eyes as he sat up in bed. At first he thought it was a dream but then he saw he found himself in the medical wing. The blue and white curtain swayed as someone walked to his bed. He pressed the heal of his palm to his eyelids to force out the mist.

“For a demon, you’re no cake eater.” The gruff voice smiled at the small devil.

“Hum?” The little guy hummed as the swirls of color left his vison and the forms of Elder features came into view. “Elder?” He blinked the rest of the fog out as he yawned. “What happened?” The demon asked, his lip still curled in the yawn.

The man smiled at the boy and swiped his finger down his cheek. As the jittery demon jumped away, he wagged his digit at him. “My guess is that it has something to do with this.” The color of sweet candy cotton lipstick stained the tip of the old man’s finger. “Wax base, I’ll say.” The aged scientist studies the cosmetic. “Cheep, but has staying power.” He grinned at the blushing devil.

Chrono didn’t bother to ask how a scientist that build weapons to combat hellions, knows about make–up. The demon patted his cheeks, in an attempt to cool them down. “Wha–?! T–then they really did kiss me!” His eyes grew to the size of pizza trays.

He pulled his hands away from his face and saw the dies of berries and candy smeared on his palms. Crimson eyes blinked as the fading image of an angry woman floated in his visions. “How’s the other one?” He asked the man who was probably here to check out the nurses. When a blank stair echoed back to him, the demon knew he had to add more to his question. “The angry Rosette. How is she?” He asked again calmly and a little annoyed.

A grin cracked itself across the old man’s cheeks. “Last time I heard from her was when she made a very sound argument why she should be at the front of the breakfast line.” The grin grew bigger that freshly brushed teeth flashed out at the demon. He leaned back in his set and tapped his chin lightly. “I believe it was along the lines of that she was the only one with a gun.” The old scientist chuckled under his breath.

“So . . . she was breathing well then?” The demon tilted his head to one side slowly. When the demon only got an raised eyebrow echoing back at him, that’s when he started to move his hands around erratically. “You know . . . that thing that girls wear.” The little devil’s hands started to move around his chest and torso.

The scientist sighed once and rubbed his brow. “You mean a corset, my boy. I don’t understand why women crush their bountiful bosoms.” His eyes light up as his hand made cups with clawed fingers.

The devil sighed, knowing the old man just went off to his ‘happy place’, as he called it. Filled with beautiful women with sex-drives like dobermans in heat. AND . . . thought the lilac haired boy to himself, with brains of cabbages. On another sigh the demon turned his head the other way and gazed at the bright noon day sky.

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Later that Evening:
The boy stood outside of the building, wearing his usual red cloths and his hair up in an un-braided pony tail, his deep pools staring upwards. The orange glow of the setting sun made him look more like a bronze statue than a solemn looking demon. His red wine gaze was fixed on one high rise window. Beyond it he saw shadows danced and heard loud yelling over something he couldn't make out. He sucked in his gut and ran his finger through his hair, straitening out his clothing he took the first brave step toward the dorm.

Burnt coco leather shoes quickly stamped a crossed the tile flooring. She slowed some what to glance at the clock hung at the entrance wall, to see if he wasn't too late for men to be inside the women's building. Breathing a sigh of relief after see he still had two hours left, and he briskly rushed through the halls and up the stairs. Slowing down when the door came into sight.

His arms began to shake, palms sweated like they were in an oven as his mouth went dry. The demon cleared his throat and played with his tie. Rubbing his sweaty hand on his crimson shorts before one came you up toward the wooden door. His fist trembled as it knocked as his voice cracked as he called out. "R–Rosette! It's me." He sucked in the cool evening air as a jumbled up voices answered him, all saying basically saying the same thing.

Some minutes passed as the boy played with his pockets. The door was swung elegantly open and before the demon even had time to react, he was in a tight hug with his head squished between buxom bosoms. The young woman released him when he announced he could get air. Brushing his bangs out of his face he caught a glimpse of her silhouette on the floor boards.

Glancing up the image of Rosette wear a seamy transparent night-dress with her hair pulled back in a gentle braid. The soft feminine curves from her chest to her thighs lined with a soft golden glow of the dying sun. She tapped her freshly cleaned face on the pale cheek. He swallowed the drool before it had it's change to dribble out. "Ummm . . ." The little demon nearly forgot how to speek. He wanted to shake his head clear but never got the chance to.

"You’ve been a bad boy." The women tapped his nose as she gently pulled him into the room with the others. "Passing out like that and making us worry." She lectured him as she softly kicked the door shut behind her. He quickly glanced around the room, noticing the three beds closely squeezed together with bearlly any room between them. One of the Rosettes was curled up on her bed already fast asleep in her soft cotton nightgown. The other one seemed to be getting ready for bed with he cover pulled back, her sharp eyes matching with her gray flanalette pajamas. "And . . . we have the perfect punishment for you." A soft voice whispered into his pointed ear.

He was dragged over to the slumbering Rosette’s bed. "You have to be her huggy bear for the night." The second Rosette grinned at him as she crawled into bed. Before he could reciter ‘huggy bear’ he was inside a tight yet gentle embrace of the sleeping beauty.

They were tucked in too keep out the October cold as the demon heard cell doors clanking closed echoing in her ears.

FIN

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Finale thought: I thought I wont be able to update this month. The computer when hay-wire on me when all I did was update spywear. Now it wont let me open any disks at all. So now I have to get a new computer . . . HP n’ PC rules!!!!! Macs suck ass. Don’t even try to tell me other wise. They take too long to boot up and they are impossible to use.
MG: . . . Cramps Gone!!!! (Dance)