Triple Threat

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

Author’s Note: Here we are in the new year . . . not much have changed has it? So . . . ummm . . . did anyone die yet? THIS chapter will be short. Got that? Good.

MisoGirl: Shot! Short, short, short.
Chrono: Did you post anything last month?
Satella: I’m not in any of her fanfics.
MG: Smokey?
C: Don’t start with your cat!
S: Well I did show up in LW . . .
MG: Stop eating my sock.
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Triple Treat
Chapter Five
Memories and Solutions

She mewed like a new born kitten nuzzling it’s mother, as her nose snuggled closer to the nap of the demon’s neck. He was sweating like he was in a trench in Hawaii. This is my punishment?!! To play living teddy to Rosette!!! The demon didn’t know whether he got the better or but end of the deal. Before him on the bed was the violent Rosette still fending off some horror in her sleep, and on the bed behind him was the resting seductive Rosette making sounds that put all the wrong thoughts into his head. Asides from the tri-Rosettes, it was a rather typical morning in the woman’s (women’s) room.
The demon let out another breathless sigh cursing his internal clock for getting him up at six a.m. when he only got an half hour sleep. A shiver quivered it’s way down his spin when the childish Rosette warm breath kissed his nap, when she murmured about some bunny. Now that I think about it . . . why am I acting like this? The demon wondered to himself. The incident in the confessional and on the street when the girls first got split, he could cough that off to having no female contact since he joined the Order. If he did, how could he explain the shy blush on the face of this Rosette, and enraged jealousy of the one across from him? Come to think of it . . .
FLASH BACK (insert wavy lines here)
“Chrono! Chrono! Look, look!” The then thirteen year old Rosette yelled out at him. The girl’s sapphire eyes sparkled with excitement and pride. The demon glanced over to her a felt another pull at his heart. He never really got over the fact that the girl cut her hair short like a boy’s. At first he thought that some girl that were bulling her chopped it off, but later learned (the heard way) that she did it. He understood that she wanted to grow and not be afraid in the face of danger, but . . . what did that have to with hair?
He look her over and found nothing different. She was wearing her fire-arm training gear, but she still hade the same equipment they gave her a month ago. Other than that, everything was the same, but he could tell Rosette was happy about whatever she wanted to show him. His retinas burned and his eyes felt like they’ll melt out of his head from trying to see what she was talking about. At his wit ends he took a shot in the dark. “What?”
The girl blinked at him for a moment, then perched her fists on her hips. “Well, I know it’s just a small change but at lest they’re there.” The girl sighed and muttered something about stupid boys. She took another deep breath and locked her eyes on his. “Take a closer look. Notices anything . . .” The butchered golden hair girl spun around giving him her full image, front and back. “ . . . different?” She giggled a little that made Chrono even more confused.
He glanced down at her feet, wondering if she swiped those boots the girl was eyeing last week. “Not my gams you goof! Up here. Up here.” She hissed at him and gestured to get him looking up. He shot his eyes shy wards, already felling her violent aura peeling his skin off. The violet haired demon gazed at her face, as her red cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk’s.
“Oh my god!!” He jumped to his feet and made his young friend jerked. “I can’t believe you . . .”
“I know! I waited soo long for . . .”
“You cut your hair again?!” He shouted not meaning to, the demon lad was just so surprised. Chrono was embarrassed to admit, even to himself that he missed her cute little pigtails. The girl gaped at him as her eyes sunk back into her head. “Rosette. Just because you have short hair doesn’t make you an– OW! OW! OW!”
“Chrono! You conceited, self-center jerk!” The hurt girl screamed into his ear as she locked him into one of her’s deadly nuggie attack. “How can you think something as stupid and girly as hair?!”
“But–but Rosette! OW–OW! You look– OW– cute with long hair! OW–OW–OW!!” Chrono manage to get out in–between yelps of pain.
“That’s just plain dumb.” The girl pushed him into the fountain. “You have hair long enough for the both of us.” With that huff the girl stormed off, leaving a balled up Chrono in her wake.
End of FLASH BACK (insert more wavy lines here)
He sighed at the memory, remembering after wards he hade a cold that balled up Elder even more than he was, (meaning to say demon don’t catch colds). The demon blinked once or twice hearing clattering and running water, wile he was on memory lane the other two Rosettes woke up and started their day. He sat up felling that the still sleeping Rosette let him go in his sleep and took (what he called) ‘The I’m Still Sleeping and I an‘t Waking Up Soon’ position.
The demon glanced at the dressing table, witch he hade no idea where it came from, to see one of the Rosettes sitting there. He guessed it was the alluring one from the hot curlers in her hair. “Rosette?”
“Hm?” She made a soft sound in the back of her throat as she turned to face him. The young lulu was thankfully wearing underwear and a light rob, but even that mixed pepper in his veins. “Good morning star shine.” She giggled at his blush.
He scratched his eyebrow and bit off a cough. “Y–yes, good morning.” The demon moved his hand to the bridged of his nose. “Remember the time when you were thirteen and you pushed me into the fountain?” Remembering the incident from years past, he still didn’t figure out what bothered her so much, so he figured he should just ask.
“I pushed you into it lots of times.” The women blinked at him confused.
The demon’s hand moved yet again and began to scratched the back of his head. “Well . . . just before of you pushed me you were trying to show me something?” He dropped his head and his bangs covered his eyes, as he let his hand fall to his side.
“Oh! Right.” The golden haired lulu heaved out. “Well I was trying to show you my growing bubs.” She said with a giggle. “I was so happy that I was finally getting my womanly figure I could help myself but to show it to you.” The woman checked the clock on the mantle and turned back to the mirror to remove the curlers.
“W–what?” The demon’s jaw slacked open as his eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Why–?”
She turn to him with a stern look in her periwinkle eyes as her hand gathered some hair up and out of her face. “Don’t you remember?” Her voice hade a slight snap to it as she spoke. “You and Joshua always joked about it.” The young lulu puffed out her cheeks at the old memories. “Him always saying I was flat chested, you laughing about it . . .”
“I laughed because you always hit him every time he mentioned it.” The devil lad sighed heavily. He slummed his shoulders on another sigh wondering why he was so calm talking about this topic. The demon boy glanced over at the young lulu siting across from him. Her arms were down at her sides with her hair in a loose bun with golden curls spilling out the bottom of it. “There are late boomer out there you know, I mean Joshua voice hadn’t cracked yet.” He sighed again getting a little tiered of the subject.
The young beauty blinked at him for a wile then a sly smirk pricked her lips. “So . . . how do you like them now that they fully bloomed?” She giggled as her crossed and squeezed her breasts together. He jumped a bit and gave a loud yelp as she giggled at his childish response.
“EEEK!”
THUD!
The two sitting up right glanced towards the sound. There on the floor was the innocent Rosette crammed between her bed and her evil triplet’s. The frightened girl shuffled on her butt and clung onto her slightly different evil triplet’s leg. “W–why was Kurono in my b–bed?!” The young girl stuttered as her eyes grew wide.
“It was his punishment.” The young woman brushed it off as she started to brush the bed head on her panicking triplet. “Making us worry about him all day long. So to make up for it he has to sleep in each of our beds for one night each.” She continued as she split ther hair of her slightly less panicked triplet and started to braid them into pigtails. “And tonight’s turn is the gun-hoo exorcist’s turn, just make sure you don’t kill him.” She finished off the first pigtail and tied it off with a frilly blue ribbon, as she waved at her violent triplet that just walked out of the on-sweet.
“Huh? What are you gabbing about now?” The now confused Rosette asked her face damp from washing it. “What is this ‘my turn’ thing about anyhoo?”
“He has to spend one night each with one of us as punishment for making us worry about him. Plus it will reassure us that he’s all right.” The young woman shook her finger as she re-brushed the other side of their sweet triplet’s hair. As the three of them stared vacantly, two at the flirt, one at the demon, the woman started to braid the second pigtail. “Really Chrono. Fainting just because we gave you a kiss on the cheek. Like come on. It’s not like we tuck our tongues in your ear.”
After all the shouts, screams, and gun fire Chrono was back to his sanctuary of his closet sized bedroom. The small demon changed into fresher clothing and slumped onto the small hay bed. Sighing loudly to himself he stood up and bravely went to breakfast. It was the usual feeding frenzy with children screaming in the back ground for a different meal before them.
The demon slumped into his set with his gently bland gruel and sausage along side with his cup of joe. He brought the mug of morning brew to his lips and hacked out the think black sludge. “What in the bloody hell is this gunk?!” Chrono coughed out as he beaten his chest to restart his heart. He shot a glance at the breakfast bar and saw the young pinecone that pureed his brew smirk.
“That’s way too much coffee, even for a strong cup.” The resident sheik said astounded. “How strong of cup did you ask for anyways?”
“I just wanted a strait up black joe. Nothing added in it.” The little demon spat out a wad of ground beans and shook his head. “What’s their problem with me anyways?” The young demon gestured with his head to the small gathering of young porcupines.
Sky blue eyes glanced over at the young men and sighed. “Young ones these day. Pulling pranks on the ones they are jealous of . . .” He trailed off on a sigh then looked at the mud like coffee in and on the demon. “Anyways, isn’t this short of stunt something young girls would do?”
“Jealous? Why would they be jealous of me fro anyways?” He young demon partly gasped as he scraped the gunk off his white shirt.
“Well, this is what I just heard but, I believe the young men over there . . .” The blond minister pointed at the youngsters over working at the breakfast bar. “. . . took a shine to your little sweet heart.” Ewan finished with a mused grin. At the demon confused stare the minister let out an angered and exhausted sigh. “You know . . . for a demon, you really don’t indulge yourself that much.”
The demon’s mouth slaked open not understanding what the young minister was getting at. He nearly jumped out of his skin when a familiar feminine voice call out his name. The golden haired sweet hear rushed up to him in her pink flannel button down dress that just reached her calves, sporting a new bright yellow apron with a cartoon sun on it saying ‘good morning’. She gently took the glumly cup of joe from him and handed a ocean gem napkin to him. He took it and began to wipe the ground coffee off his chin. The young girl spun on her white polished shoes and told him that she’ll get him a fresh cup.
“Uh? Wait. Rosette about . . .” The young amethyst haired demon started to ask her if she knew about the boys’ jealousy.
“Oh, don’t worry Kurono.” The young girl spun back to him with a sweet grin on her face. “The mean me is getting those bullies right now.” The girl gestured with her free hand towards the exit. There they saw the retreating back of several boys with a murderess Rosette in close pursuit with gun in hand. “I have no idea where she keeps that thing . . .” She said in a dreamy voice, seemingly calm and un-surprise too se the firearm. She took a step forwards towards the small demon with a dusty pink brushing her cheeks. “Thanks for worrying about me.” The young beauty leaned forwards and brush the bangs off his forehead and kissed his front cranium underneath the scarlet bandana. When she pulled back both of their faces were the color of steamed beets. The young girl jumped back and rushed off towards the kitchen, hiding her crimson coloration behind her hands and cup.
“Well, she’s getting more bold.” Came a identical voice from behind them. Turning around the demon saw the more adult of the three. He noticed that she was wearing a blouse with the same pink flannel patter of the childish one. Below the pink blouse was a long black skirt with a high slit in it’s side. Underneath that he couldn’t help but see that she wore a pair of white pantyhose with a pink ribbon leg garter. He quickly turned away his face burning with irritation and embarrassment. The small demon felt a slender digit poking his cheek playfully. “Your so cute when you blush.”
S–Sister Rosette! Control yourself.” The young reverend coughed after eating his toast too fast. “Please learn to retain yourself.” He finished much more calmer wile sipping his morning tea.
The young woman blinked at him for a moment or two then bit off a laugh. “Retain?” She giggled quite amused. “Do you call that retain?” The golden blond woman gestured in the direction of her twin duplicates. Of corse one was out hunting some delinquents at the time, but the two men knew the woman meant both of them.
“Whoa! Wait.” The young Father Remington held up his hand like a traffic director. “I can understand little Mis. Gun–Ho, but the other one?” He questioned her, his eyes daring to see any flaw in the innocent one.
“Well, let me put it this way . . .” The young lulu munched on her light farina as she thought. She took a fue more bites of her cereal as she kept mulling over the right words to put it in and not be thrown to the marl sharks. “Let’s just say if it weren’t for the two of us, she’ll be running around in her see trough nighty.” The woman let her spoon hung on the tip of her finger pointing at the pink cladded girl rushing up to them with a splashing cup of joe. “If I wasn’t too nice and for the fact that she as the same face as us, we wouldn’t bother.” Glancing at the two men’s gaping faces in between nibbles of farina, she knew she hade to clear things up. “That’s what the other one would say. Anyhoo, as I was saying she’s just to single and simple minded to be a ‘good girl’. She wouldn’t hurt a fly, and that spells trouble with all the young horn dogs at convent here.”
The demon munched on his oatmeal, and prayed that was a chunk of oats he just crunched. “So you’re saying that she’s like a small child begging to be accepted by her piers.” He leaned back and sipped on his fresh cup of coffee that he just received from the woman’s twin. As he watch the girl’s receding back he wondered what it was like to always trying to be perfect so not to be hated by everyone around you. “Wait!!” He shot up strait, his coffee nearly splashing into the bowl of oats. “Rosette never acted like that! Even as a child.”
The woman sighed softly and simple pointed to the door the violent one ran out of. The amethyst haired devil made an comical ‘o’ with his mouth. “And there way plenty of me there wile growing up.” She hummed as she jabbed her thumb towards her nose. At her statement the demon’s face looked like a tornado had drawn it. She took a moment to calm herself and flicked his forehead sharply. “Dummy. I’m the woman third of your Rosette.” The young golden sheba emphasis on ‘your’ told the men next to her that she meant when the young exorcist was one.
A plastic clatter of a breakfast tray on the other side of the lulu made the three of them jump slightly. “As I expected.” An aged energetic voice of the resident perverted scenist mused over the room. He plopped down into his set and spooned a mouth full of his overly milky Cream of Wheat into his mouth. “There is no way to make a new personality and stick it into a person, in a blink of an eye. But splitting up a person means you also split up their personality.” The old man grinned as one of his hands disappeared underneath the table. “I can see why Rosette got split into three, see as there’s three sides of a woman. There is an ancient Celtic symbolism, the Triquetra knot. It represents the threefold nature of the woman as virgin, mother and crone. From my research all three together make a divine woman, or Goddess if you prefer.” He took a sip of earl gray tea and another mouth ful of creamy porridge. “But what I don’t get is there three of her, considering she’s not–!”
The young lulu pulled the adventuress hand out like a robotic arm with harsh precision and speed. Her gem painted nails dug into the Elder flesh and drew small bits of blood. “That’s why I said ‘woman’ instead of ‘mother’. Rosette isn’t a mother . . . yet.” She grinned softly and traced the edge of Chrono’s pointed ear, and she blew in the last word into it.
The small demon flushed bright crimson at the invite, as she scooted her chair closer to him. He didn’t know weather to be frightful or pleased by the gesture, so he decided on the later and took the opportunity to toy with her leg garter. “I read the same books about the three points thing as you old man.” She huffed out and pulled his hand towards her inside legs. “I mean, I just hade to know what that reject from a fish farm was saying.” The golden sheba sighed as the blushing demon found her center.
Ewan Remington eyed Chrono as he pulled on the demon’s shirt. The boy jumped and crossed his hands in front of him on the table as he grinned sheepishly. “What ‘reject from a fish farm’?” The minister said keeping his eye on the red demon.
The young beauty munched on her cinnamon cereal mush. “The boy with car engin grease plastic looking hair with a mountain sized nose and eyes that were panted onto his upside–down triangle face.” She took a sip from her glass of milk to cool her heated mouth. “He also hade shoulders the size of a ship’s dock and arms skinny as shoe strings.” The woman finished with her description and took another spoon of her hot ferina, blowing onto it first before popping it into her mouth.
The two young men and one aged man stared wide eyed at the golden beauty. This was the first time they heard that the young exorcist girl saw the spell caster that spilt her up. She quitely eat her breakfast wheat hot cereale and was soon joined by her cross-dressing triple that plopped herself in the set across from her. The aggressive woman stared at the three and made a simple yet vulgar comment. “You men look like you’re waiting for someone to through you a donut.”
They all jumped not hearing her come in and cranked their jaws shut. The demon went back to his still warm oatmeal as Elder turned his attention to his runny wheat dish. Father Remington on the other hand coughed a bit and bravely spoke to the Murderess Rosette. “Sister Rosette, did you see him?” By her sharp eyes and snarling lips he could tell she was in a bad mood and wasn’t up for mind games. “The person that split you up.” The minister said quickly to save himself from a world of hurt.
The woman settled back into the chair and tapped her mug of coffee wile she thought. Chrono wondered if she should have a beverage with less caffeine in it. The woman in question leaned forwards and rested her elbows on the table, as the demon’s back went ridged as he waited for the verbal abuse. “You mean bean poll?” She wondered aloud. The amethyst haired lad relaxed as he breathed a sigh of relief. “I didn’t catch his name, we didn’t have the luxury of introductions.” The woman huffed out wile crossing her hands behind her the back of her head.
The five of them sat there quitely chewing on their meals after the last statement. The only one that did have any say on this odd situation was Elder, but it wasn’t much help saying the perpetrator is Celtic. He was verbally slapped by the identical women at the table. When the cafeteria was mostly empty the third os the triplets joined them at the table with a steamy hull wheat in hand. She happily munch down her cheap dish and sipped her fresh mug of milk.
“Rosettes?” The soft timid voice cracked the air around them, and the three girl attention spiked. “Do you remember the same man that cast this on you?” The little demon asked, and the trio answered him that they did at the same time. He glanced up through his thick mess of bangs that the three beauties before him. “Do you think that you can identify him if you saw him again?” The demon continued in a flat shallow tone.
“Yes!” The innocent one yipped, completely unaware of his change of attitude. “Who can forget a boy that skinny.” The girl giggled to herself.
The demon raised his head up all the way to face his girls. “Can you remember how he did it?” He questioned.
“Ya . . .” The mildly ticked one said interrupting her bubbly sweet sister. “He was holding a crystal ball, said that there’s three points to a woman, and dropped it.” The woman waved her off to the side like it was nothing.
“I did try to tell you that back when this happened.” The most alluring feminine one of the three sighed, tapping her finger on the table. “But no one can heard me over Sister Kate’s yelling, and her–” she jabbed her thumb towards the angered sibling, “–beating on him.” The woman finished by pointing her slender thumb towards Edward. The young woman rested both her hand on the table in front of her empty bowl, her periwinkle eye shone with understanding where the demon was getting at as her lotus lip curve into a smile. “He may of acted cool of a cucumber, but I could tell he was having kittens over the fact that his little plan blew up in his scrawny face.” The golden lulu said as her twins gave mixed reaction, one apologized as the other blamed the car for exploding.
“Right.” The demon sigh softly, ignoring the two men stunned that this Rosette could think beyond new ways of how to give the demon wood. “I find it hard to believe that his attentions were to split up some random Militia exorcist. This person wanted a detraction to start or get started on something bigger.” The little demon pointed his fingers like he was a mad scientist.
The cutely dressed Rosette went up on her tip toes and leaned forwards on the table, bending over very close to it’s top (making Elder very happy). “But he didn’t expect little old Rosy-Posy coming along in her bomb on wheels.” The cheerful girl yipped with surgery joy.
The girl’s triples and the two men stared at her with dots fro eyes. Chrono’s hand dropped down as he blinked at her with the words echoing in his head. “I don’t know witch to be more mad at.” The girl’s identical image said in astonishment. “The ‘bomb on wheels’ part, or that fact that you just called us ‘Rosy-Posy’ . . .”
“I thought it was cute . . .” The fully pink cladded girl pouted.
“Well putting aside that the name was . . . a bit odd, let’s get back on track.” The demon said slowly still blinking confused at the innocent Rosette. “That point is that you’re right. He didn’t expect to get there at neck braking speed.” He continued a little bit fast this time. “He was confidant that the Order wouldn’t care or thought it was a joke, or if they did come they couldn’t get there in the short of time.” The amethyst demon continued calculating the problem in his head.
“AND when they did get there, the exorcist would be too busy with the demons he summoned.” The Father at the table add in.
“Right, but he didn’t even think about Rosette’s destructive and effectively fast way of exorcizing devils.” The demon said quickly that earned him a assassin glare from the fearsome amazon across the table. “So basically he panicked and did the first thing that came to mind. Split her into three!” He young lad finished with a smile.
“Why . . . would that be the first thing that comes to mind?” The triples said at once, their voices sounding like someone talking into a fan.
“Simple.” The demon turned slightly towards the girls. “That much damage would cause trouble for a non profit organization a lot of problems, (and it did).” The demon said calmly like a teacher answering question his students just asked him in class. “So if one girl could do all that on her own, imagine what three would do.” The little demon grinned like he just won a game of wits.
Yet again the triples had mix reactions, one apologized feverishly wile the other blamed the equipment she had to dell with so it was their faut. The small demon lad chuckled at the girls but sucked in a stunned breath when a warm hand on his cheek making him turn towards a very beautiful face. “You know, when you get all grown up and smart like, it makes me just wana . . .” The woman said as the top buttons of her blouse came undone. She leaned forwards and gently pressed her lips onto his open mouth. The woman ended the kiss a short time after, licking his bottom lip before she left. Suddenly earth gravity pulled on him the hardest. His head collided with the table, then he slipped out of the chair hitting his head yet again on the seat, he landed on the tile floor where his head bounced once.

FIN
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Final Thought: Well . . . not as short as I though it would be, but at lest I didn’t yammer on at the end there like I did last time. Right? IDK . . .

MG: I really like making Chrono faint in this, don’t I?
C: Why do you do this to me . . . I’m NoT a LiTtLe KiD yOu KnOw!!
S: That’s right. Why would he be fainting over some girl like Sister Destruction.
C: Well . . .
MG: He’s a noty horny demon! That’s why! R&R before you go please!
C: I am not!