Land of the Sun

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

Author’s Note: Well. . . Shadowstar E-mailed me to help out with this chapter. Say ‘thank you very much’ to them. Now that I know a bit more about the games. . . I can find the Japanese names for them. . . because they’re in japan.

Games and contests at Japanese festivals:
snatching goldfish (children game)
Sumo matches (fighting contest)
drinking contest
food contest
floating boats (hand made) race (this is very funny, since the contestants have to manufacture their own boats with average materials.)
rolling trunks in the water (ability contest among lumberjacks)
flying comets (in fact it is a competition in which each team tries to cut the threads of the competitor's kite and the winner is the one that remain in the air, some kites can be as large as a average caraban)
crickets race (puag!! they also use cockroaches)
scarabs' fights
karaoke
fights of spinning tops (children game)

they also play western games introduced after the American occupation during
W.W.II and make large precessions, of course there are lots of music and
traditional dance.

Rosette: Your pathetic.
MisoGirl: What?
Azmaria: That was mean Rosette. . .
R: So? It’s true.
MG: Why am I pathetic?
A: Your not pathetic Mis. Miso! (panics)
R: Yes she is!! She had to get someone she doesn’t even know to get the info for her!
MG: That’s true. . . I just wanted to get some ideas for family games and events. But when I use Yahoo, all I got was bored games and kitty porn. . . (sweat drop)
R: . . . pron will take over the WORLD!!!! (flare arms around wildly)
MG: But I did study Japanese slang for this chapter theo . . .

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Land of the Sun
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Chapter Six
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Festival Fun
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The little violet haired boy squinted at the sine on the gate. Still after five minuets of staring and squinting all Chrono could make out of the Japanese writing was two words, ‘Privet’, and ‘School’. The rest that was between and after those two he couldn’t make out.
The miniature devil shifted his gaze between the locked gate and the rather large bento he carried. To his amazement Rosette forgot to mack and tack a lunch with her to school. With Setsuka off on an errand (he hopes), and Az at school as well, left him with no chose but to make and tack the lunch to her. The little love struck demons made her favorites foods and some extra treats too, then made off to the buss, train, and charter bus to her school. He learnt her rout in a brief exchange of words in one of their baths together. First a buss that goes to the train sation, than tack the train and get off at ‘Hidamari Bikou’, then finely get onto the Redi-kakato Ran charter buss that goes right by the front gate of the school. (AN: I have no idea if any of those exist)
Now that Chrono did all that running around for her, he is just now getting a sinking felling that he shouldn’t be here. His crimson pools spotted a few girls wearing similar uniforms as Rosette but they were black instead of blue, setting up a booth. Some of the girls looked at him but did nothing else.
Bing-bong Ding-dong!!!
A bell rang softly in the air. Chrono hoped that he was in time for lunch. Then all of the sudden the ground began to shack. A sea of school girls rushed out into the front yard making a beam line for the booth that just (thankfully) been put up.
The small American was completely shelled shocked.
Then a loud bang reached his pointed ears. A window was opened rather fiercely and out jumped the ex-nun. Her skirt flipped up showing off her white panties with the pink floral design. She landed on an over cast and ran off it. Jumping to the ground, she also made a beam line to the booth. The little demon’s angle was then lost in the sea of starving school girls. Looking as if he was a deer stuck in the head lights scrambled to find words to get her attention . . .
“MO!” The periwinkle eyed girl cried out. “En wasuremono mai hirugohan geru!!!” She wined louder.
Laughter broke out after Rosette flakiness was announced, and was soon seen pushed out. His beautiful angle stumbled and fell onto her rear end. Some concerned yells were heard from the trio but they were pushed back. Rosette got to her feet and glared at one particular girl that posed (badly) like a super modal. She wore the same blue uniform as Rosette, and hade long curly black hair with copper under tones. The snob hand large golden hoop earnings with the symbol of beauty on them, all her finger hade rings on them with a wide variety of gems, gold, silver and bronze bangles that nearly went up to her elbows on both arms, and a silver, gold, and bronze braided choker with a heart pendant on it around her neck.
She narrowed her bitter chocolate eyes at the sunshine blond. “Goban tabe ronai zanpan doumeiijin atokin sono akujo Christopher.” She spat.
Chrono didn’t get all that but he did get ‘zanpan’ and ‘akujo’. That set him off. “Oi! Rosette is NOT an akuji you oban!!” He stomped forwards and was stopped immediately by two gray unformed girls.
“Kurono!!” Squeaked Rosette. She dashed past the two school defense squads and scooped the little man up into her arms. Running past the opened gates she shouted an apology over her shoulder and ran strait into the park across the street. She plopped him down on a bench and flopped to the ground beneath her.
After catching her breath, she sprang up with stars twinkling in her eyes. “That was awesome!!! You totally put little Miss. Koujo Amaya in place!” The golden girl kissed his bottom lip and sucked on it briefly. She broke the (rather pleasing) kiss and begun nuzzling his neck. “I’m soo lucky to have a totally cool lover like you my little bunny!”
Chrono was in a couplet state of ecstasy. “Your giving me all this attention just because I called that akuji a brat?”
“Wha?” She pulled back and stared into his eyes. “Chrono . . . gaki means brat, sweety.”
“What?! Then what did I call her then?!”
“Something even better.” She hummed into his ear. Her eyes darted to the big bento her little lover was caring. “You made me a bento?!!”
“Yup! I made all your favorite food and I also bought you some chocolate banana milk too.” The little devil declared with a proud grin on his face.
On a squeal she squeezes him against her bosom. “You did?!! I could just kiss you!!” She squeaked.
Blushing a bight fuchsia he tilted his head back closing his eyes gently shut. Pushing his lips forwards Chrono prepared himself for the kiss she promised. When it didn’t come immediately the mini devil made impatient sounds in the back in of his throat. The young lulu so enamored with the lunch he brought did not see his preparation. But when she heard his soft little moans she turned to him. Flushed chubby cheeks and puckering lips told her that he awaited the kiss she’ll give out of pure joy over the food and sweet drink he brought her. Seeing his eyebrow twitched she quickly wetted her lips and softly, slowly closed her mouth around his.
On a deeply satisfied purr the demon let the lulu crank his head back into a very painful position as she kneeled on the bench, straddling him. Her sweet lips dulled the pain greatly. He placed the bento next to them on the bench and ran his hands up her thighs.
A small hand crept under her skit and into her inside leg, it sneaked it’s way to her panties and–!
“C–Chrono!” She gasped against his mouth.
The said devil kept his lips fused against hers. His zaftig fingers slid to her opening casing her to moisten. His other palm quickly pulled her back to him when she tried to jump away. He moved his hand up to flip up her skirt, showing off far too much than she liked.
The frightened girl brok the kiss and try yet again to get out of his greedy embrace. The gentle devil strength was proven too strong for the young lulu. She was pulled back toward the demon ending up with his head on her calor bone. Soon soft sweet kisses fallen on her V calor.
“W–what d-d-do you th-think your-your doing!?” She whimpered aloud when he untied the blue cotton tie.
“Making you feel as wonderful as you mack me fell every day.” Chrono whispered as his fangs skillfully unbuttoned her top without ripping it. Soon her shirt was open and her bar exposed. With hungry lips he heatedly kissed the top of her left areola. Knotty little fangs quickly unhooked the front clasp before the devil knew what he was doing.
He looked up at her as his hand played with her lower region. His angle face was completely flushed, her eyes where half closed and clouded with pleaser as small tears of fear clung to her ebony eyelashes. He kissed her cotton candy colored, quivering lips.
“I love you Rosette.” He whispered against her lips. “I loved you for over five-hundred years. I am loyal to you now as I was then.” He kissed her to swallow her gasp as he simultaneously penetrated both her rectum and vaginal cavities. She immediately arched her back braking the kiss and effectively sandwiching the boy’s face between her bosoms. Astonished that she reacted like this the devil boy gingerly kissed her harden nipple.
Tears cascaded down her pink cheeks. Stuck between making love to the one she loved more than life it self, and the memories of having her innocents stolen by a monster. “Kurono?”
Hearing his name called he pulled back to caress her lips but was met by tear falling on his face. He was stunned once more that after noon. The devil yanked his fingers and hands out of her underwear. Quickly grabbing his head he slammed it against the back of the bench.
He felt it.
Her mind was in chaos. Caught between within a lover’s embrace and trapped in nightmares of the past.
“I’m sorry.” The mini devil pleaded. He pulled the young golden lulu down to sit on his lap. “I should have asked . . . I’m just . . . just so. . . . so pathetic. Please don’t leave me!!”
The girl raised an eyebrow and shifted to sit next to the young man. She pulled the panicking lad onto her lap as she did so. “How can I leave you? We live together.” The high-schooler said the last bit with more humor.
“Oh . . . ” The little demon said as his cheeks flush. The pink fuchsia by the way matched the royale lilac of his hair. “I really should start thinking before opening my mouth.” The boy rationalized. He waited for the witty remark to come, but when one didn’t . . . he turned to his beautiful company, and saw her wolfing down her food (as usual).
He made a move to avoid the on coming rain of food, but was stopped by a tug on the back of his shirt. “What are you doing?” Rosette asked in-between mouthfuls of food. The devil tried to explain himself but his broken-up words and less than vibrant gesturing it all ended up like poor baby talk and a sad game of ‘patty cake’. She just sat there staring at him in a perplexed way that once again, the demon fond himself lost in her periwinkle orchids. She silenced him with her free index finger. “I like it when my bunny’s on my lap.” She cooed into his ear.
The little boy’s smiled, his chubby cheeks still pink from embarrassment. He reclined back to his portable cushions. He sÌnuzzled into her warmth as her delict finger combed through his hair. The mini devil soon drifted off to sleep.
Ten Minutes Later
A poke and a pinch rudely awoke the small lad. Chrono rubbed his abused cheek, and the sleep out of his eyes. Ruby colored pools blinked at the noon day sun. his gaze drifted up to his ‘comforter’. A fields of petals in shades of blue captured his hazy sight. He blinked once or twice and nuzzled back into the feminine warmth. A large sigh hummed above him. The small devil was soon found himself pushed onto the cold hard bench. Chrono sat up in a flash with crumbs falling out of his locks.
“Lunch is over ding dong.” Rosette informed. She straitens her skirt, buttoned up her shirt, tied up her tie, and pulled up her thy high socks. The school girl quickly combed through her hair with her fingers, and carful re-clipped her clips back in.
The little demon gazed up at her wishing to be every part she just touched. He blushed at his thoughts that burned his slightly wet eyes. Words fluttered into his mind in his dazed state. The demon knew he hade to respond but all that did was made him even foggier. His throat clasped at sounds randomly that resulted once again in baby talk.
“Nani?” The high schooler blinded raising an eyebrow. “All I asked was, are you going to help Onee-chan with the prep?”
The demon stopped flaring his arms around like a possessed windmill. “Prep? With what?” He quietly answered. The midget demon shrunk back to the bench behind him.
“Nani? NANI?!!!” The golden blond shrieked. “You’ve been living here for how long?! Are you so dense that completely missed all the posters everywhere?! Even on the Charter buss!”
“I’m sorry.” He squeaked. “I did see them but I couldn’t understand what they said . . . ” He pulled his knees up to shield/comfort himself.
“Look . . . don’t go act like I’ll hit you or something. It just the town festival again. The hole city gets into it this time of year. Onee-chan has the biggest shrine here so she hosts a hole crape lode of stuff.” She grumbles under her breath. “Hate these kind of stuff . . . I never get to do them. Instead of playing the games, eating ice-cream and hanging out with my friends like a normal person dose. I’m the one scooping the ice-cream, picking up the trash, and helping kids catching the fish that call me an ugly old wrinkled up smelly lunch bag!” The girl ranted off.
Chrono looked over at her with an odd expression of disbelief plastered over his face. “Huh? Wha . . . ? Why do they . . . ?”
“I don’t have any natural Japanese beauty. Thought you knew that . . . ” Rosette said with a rather large sweat drop hanging off her temple, with that said and done she scampered off back to school. The said young lulu stopped and twirled around to face him, making her skirt lift up high enough to let her undies peek out at him. “FYI, joshikou onri means ‘girls only’! So don’t try coming onto the grounds again!” With that last bit of information the joshikousei toke off.
He just sat there not understanding what she meant by ‘Japanese beauty’.Three hours later:
The bell rang. The joshikou onri pored out its youth. The girls busily chatted away on a number of things, the next test, the next big movie, needless information, but most importantly the town’s up incoming Cherry Blossom Festival! They spoke of the kimono’s their gona wear, wether or not to cosplay, what temple their gona goes to . . . All the wile a scrubbed golden blond scrubbed the floors feverishly as if she was erasing all the back ground noise. Sighing as she yet again cracked the floor, she grabbed her bag she stormed out of the building as fast as she could. As she approached the school gates where she saw Anna and Mary giggling away to someone, she couldn’t see. Until on of them pointed in her direction, and violet head popped up.
“Rosette mai-ai!” The little demon called as his face lit up.
She blush a bright tomato red as he attracted far too much attention than she would have liked. She ran up to him then the golden jogakusei grabbed him a dragged him away from praying eyes. “I swear, sometimes you’re too much Chrono.”
“But your are . . . ” He whispered as his ears pointed down. “Didn’t I say that right? ‘Mai-ai’ doses mean ‘My love’ right?” He squeaked.
“Yes it doses . . . but you can’t just yell that stuff out like that . . . ” She said as the blush reached her ears.
He smiled loving her reaction. “You’re so cute when you blush like that . . . ” The little guy hummed.
She jumped and started to talk back but was interrupted. “KAI!!!” The two from earlier popped up from behind them. “That was so kawaii!” they squealed in unison. “Oh . . . don’t stop now. It was getting so sweet there.” They teased together.
“You guys quit teasing us!!” Rosette roared and stared to shoot out threats of imaginable and unimaginable torture. The mini devil just stood there and sighed. Some things never change. He thought to himself.
“So . . . are you gona do it?!” Mary appeared in front of him.
His head bussed out of control as his shocked eyes grew into the shapes that resembled dots. Rosette hade a similar look on her face when her rants were ignored. The hole moment seemed to spend in the air as if waiting for his answer. “Ummm . . . what?” Was all the dumbfounded boy could mustered.
“You know.” The redhead started. “COSPLAY!!!”
Remembering they’re earlier discussion he answered the same way as before. “Like I already said. I have no idea what your talking about.”
The two lilies put on shocked horrified faces, which were kinda funny to Rosette. “What kind of kid are you?!” They again yelled in unison.
Rosette giggled a bit as they started to freak out. The said girl turned around to explain to highly confused devil. “Cosplay is when you dress up as a charter from a book or a show Chrono.” She said waving her hand a bit. “And anyways girls, Chrono can’t compete in that. He’s gona help me out at the stands over at Onee-chan’s, right sweetie-pie?”
“But. Your Sis is gona host the competition this year.”
“What? Isn’t she gona do the karaoke thing again?”
“Not what it said on her flyer . . . ” Mary stated as she pulled out one of the flyers.
“What? Really? Letmeseethat!” Rosette squeaked as she pluck the paper from the other blond’s hands.
“So anyways . . . considering this is your first time ever . . . are you gona sign up together?” Anna asked as she turned to Chrono. Her face dropped when she saw sweat flying off his face as he watched Rosette ripped the flyer in two.
“WHAT?! Don’t you two ever listen?! We’ll be too bus–” the golden blond started but was almost immediately push aside.
“Come on Chrono. It’s not too late now to sign up.” Mary interrupted.
“We’re gona go too!” Anna begged.
“Yup!” The bubbly blond chirped.
“I’m gona be the beautiful princess . . . ” Anna did some sort of pose that Chrono couldn’t place.
“. . . and I’m gona be her samurai!” Mary finished and posed with her.
“Ummm . . . that’s nice . . . ” The demon answered still a bit daze and confused.
“You guys can do that too!” The air head chirped.
“They can’t copy us ding-bat. The princess and samurai is our thing.” The freckled faced one nagged.
“But they should . . . it’s more fun that way! And besides . . . they make a cute little couple.” Mary complained.
The said couple stood at the side lines not getting one word of say in this. Chrono mind just twirled and bussed on the over load of questions and information, just learning of the festival over lunch. Wile Rosette attempted to get the fact that the two in question are not gona cosplay because they’ll be working at the time.
“I KNOW!!!” Mary bursted with her overly bubbly attitude. “They can do a yomeiri theme!!”
“YOMEIRI?!!” Rosette screamed.
“Awe . . . wouldn’t Chrono look soo kawaii on an takishi–do?” Anna cooed.
“Taki–what–ie?” Chrono asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Ya! Don’t you think Rosette would wonderful all dolled up in a uedingudoresu?” Mary chimed in turning Rosette to wards him.
“Uh?” Chrono droned out not getting any of it.
Rosette tuned a bright red as pink smoke puffed out of her collar. She pummeled the two at the same time with one blow, with a dead stare off into the unseen distance. The young amazon quickly grasped the mini devil’s hand and stormed off down the street. Leaving behind her two poor victims to lick their wounds.
Chrono peered up at his beloved wanting to clear the bussing confusion inside of his head, but as soon as he made the slatiest sound. . .
“It’s nothing. Forget it. They’re both idiots.” The youthful blond barked like a military officer.
Nothing else was said after that. They just hopped onto the charter buss, train, and bus home, all the wile Rosette’s magenta blush never faded.
Home:
Rosette ripped her hand out of Chrono as he whimpered not wanting to let go as the came back. The teen quickly removed her shoes and skipped off to the livingroom wile calling for her sister/guardian. “Onee-chan!! I came right home like you said. . .” The last bit was lost when white satin was flopped on top of her. It took some effort to get it off the girl, due to the sheer amount of the fabric.
Chrono assist the former angel with the silken cloth. He lifted it above his head as he examined it. “Uh? What is this?” The demon wondered. Upon closer inspection the fabric in question hade elegantly embroidered flowers, mandarin birds and waves motif in soft off-white colors.
“It’s–it’s–it’s. . .” The girl stuttered.
“Mo! That was hard to get right. . . damn new soft wear. . .” Setsuka huffed out. “Too meany buttons and useless bells and whistle for my liking.” The Japanese woman rubbed her temples as she moaned.
“Onee-chan? W–why is an u–uedingudoresu doing. . .?” The younger sibling continued to stutter.
The little man looked up at the (for once) greatly exhausted Setsuka. He swallowed some spit to moisten his dry throat. “Ummm, Setsuka? You probably already know this, but I’m not so good at Japanese yet and I’m still completely lost on what happen earlier. . .” The little guy trailed off near the end of his sentence, being a little embarrassed.
“First off, cosplay is for stories and/or entertaining story idea, not dirty perverted old man fantasizes.” She stated for no apparent reason. “A yomeiri is a marriage ceremony. Takishi–do directly translates to a tuxedo and a uedingudoresu is a wedding gown, which is that.” She finished pointing to the nearly competed kimono between himself and Rosette.
It was the devil’s turn to blush. His pupils shrunk a bit as the gown fell out of his stunned fingers. Marriage?!!
Rosette lifted it up in her fist and shook it slightly at her sister. “What are you doing with this?!”
“Well it was a no-sankyu-atae. . . I might as well use it.” The elder sister shrugged. “FYI, there’s going to be kids at this so no announcing naked.”
“Wha?” Was all Rosette could muster.
Later that night:
Rosette grumbled throughout dinner and was still gnarling in the bath. Chrono sighed as he scrubbed in-between his toes. The young lad looked over to his lovely company. She was at the moment scratching her scalp clean. The shampoo bubbles ran down her arms and her jaw. Slowly tracing the curve of her neck and collar bone. Dipping down quickly in-between he overly developed. . . He turned his gaze down to his feet before it got too complicated. He let out an even louder sigh than before.
“What is it?” His angle asked him as she started to rinse her golden locks. The demon turned to her and blinked. “You sound like some kid with a trick candle on his birthday.” She replied.
He blinked once then twice and grinned a devilish grin. “Just picturing you in a western wedding gown.” He devil child replied.
Her face turned bright red as imaginary pink smoke puffed out of her ears. “Why are you thinking that now?!” She squeaked. “Your just doing this to embarrass me aren’t you?” She whispered. “And Onee–chan too. . . making that uedingudoresu for me. . .” The young lulu gnarled under her breath. “Just what was she thinking anyways?”
“Well maybe she was trying to make you fell more comfortable with the. . .” The little hell raiser drifted off to a soft whisper.
“With the what? Kurono?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. The girl scooted of her stool and crawled to him. “Huggle Bunny. . . what are you trying to say?” The angelic lulu asked on all fours asked the wide-eyed demon.
He began to sweat and shake as bodily urges took over him. “Y–you know. . . with-with the. . . my–!” Chrono said and somehow controlling his carnal desires. The little guy nearly fell off his own stool he was shaking so much.
“You?” The girl laughed and ran her smooth fingers through his hair. “Silly! We sleep in the same bed. I wake up in your arms. The first and last thing I see in the day is you. So could I be any more comfortable? Hm?” She giggled, emphasizing key words in her mini speech. “And some times when you’re really a good wittle bunny, I ‘help’ get you all squeaky clean. . .” She said with a sly smile and half lidded eyes as her hand squeezed a sponge. She giggled at his blushing reaction and set to work on his shoulders and collar bone.
He bit his lip and swallowed down nothing. The boy stared at her singing ocean eyes and humming lips. He took a deep breath and slowly, gently, but still rapidly pull her down for a lip lock. Startled she jumped back causing them to fall. She landed on her back with the demon still firmly attached to her mouth. Chrono moved up, ending up straddling her. “Rosette.” He started with his eyes closed. “I’m a demon. You shouldn’t be so coy or doing. . . whatever your doing with me!” The devil blurted the last part out. “Rosette. . .” He sighed. “What you doing, even if you think your just playing or teasing, it make my iner demon think you want to. . . to. . . cupulate with me.” He finished softly and fixing the word to be more gentle with the rape victim he loved.
Her eyes went wide and quickly pushed him off herself. In a flash she was on her feet and wrapped in her pink and white bath-wrap. She opened the door and stepped into the doorway when Chrono voice reached her no higher than a coo of a dove. “I love you. . . and that didn’t happen because I wanted to make love with you.”
After that happened Chrono spent some time alone in the steam filled room. He finally got out not bothering to finish or to rinse off the soapy film. With his skin wrinkly, the small demon slipped into his pajamas. The lilac haired boy shuffled out into the hallway and slowly trudged to the stairs. A gingerly soft hand stopped him. He turned to meet deep forest emerald green pools.
“Walk with me.” The sisterly figure said calmly. He nodded and flowed. He shuffled his feet as he went but kept up. She led him down an old dirt road behind the house/temple. They stopped at the large sacred rope with sutras in front of a large ancient forest. . . The young demon raised an eyebrow at the elder woman. She leaned on it and stared off into the wood, like she was looking at a mirror.
Before the devil could ask a word of question, she spoke. “I talked with Rosette.” That made the mini demon’s tongue turn into sand. “We came to the conclusion that as the ‘older sister’ I’m aloud to teas her, and she being the ‘younger sister’ she’s aloud to have a hissy-fit.” The young woman said flapping her hand.
“Uh?!!” The child look alike demon asked.
The young woman look back at him blinking once. “I was saying that we, as sisters, patched things up.” She said as her peridot eyes dropped. Setsuka stretched her arms above her head, wile spidering her fingers together. The demon tilted his head to the side mildly wondering what would occur if she was with them in the nineteen–twenties. “That would have benefitted no one.”
“Wha–!?” The odyssey colored haired boy jumped back, forgetting the ocean pooled, black navy haired woman. “B–but with your abilities. . .”
Her arms dropped to her sides, and seemed to stare off into space and time itself. “Well. . . Aion would never ordered you too kidnaped Little Maggie. I wouldn’t be able to open your hart, and most likely give ya all a migraine. Joshie would have been adopted by a kind young childless couple with his sister’s objections, he would become a child psychologies and write novels in his spar time. Later he would die from demon related causes. Azy would have died from resurrecting her foster mother, Remy was unable to save her. Finally. . .” Setsuka took a deep breath wondering if she should tell him this knowing his reaction. “Rosette. After being separated from her brother she wouldn’t be adopted. Not having a loving family or any teaching, she would have become a street prostitute. Once reaching to right old age of thirty–five, she would be murdered and landed in the missing persons files two months afer her death. Her file will collect dust in the cold files and be forgotten forever as if she never was.”
No sooner than her sentence was said, the young lady was pined up to a tree, getting a very painful migraine. “I. Would. Never. Let that happen to her!” The once little devil was holding her up by ther shoulders. He let out a deep threatening growl to prove his point. The Miko on the other hand was more or less distracted by the condition of his pajamas. She brought back to reality by all the horrored treatment he was thinking of doing.
She calmly ran her fingers through her hair. “I know that. But in that reality that shale never be, and I rather like it like that, you never met her and how do you love someone if you never M–E–T?” She sighed out.
Stunned the devil let her down. “S–Sorry.” He mumbled.
Setsuka just smiled and playfully pocked him in the chest. “Well I’ll say, you successfully changed you pajamas set into a beach vest and hoochie shorts.” The woman giggled.
The young male demon flushed a deep red seeing that indeed he tore up his clothing. Chrono quickly changed back into his smaller form and looked like he lost a fight with a blender. Blushing a hole new shade of red began to run indoors. Ahead of him was the woman that was still a mastery to him in so meany was. Wile running down the stone-lined path he found himself wondering why she brought him there just to tell him that she made up with Rosette.
“Ho! Ya! That’s right. I was meaning to ask you that but that can wait till after the festival, but before the other thing!!” Setsuka calls out to him from the house.
Later that week:
It was hectic. Chrono barely hade time to piss it was soo bissy. Making signs, setting up booths, practically burning a hole in the ground where he walked. On the night just before the big annual events happen, he slept like the dead. In the morning he was aroused out of his peacefully deep slumber by Rosette’s debating with herself.
“Oh. . .” She moaned to herself in the mirror. “Which one should I wear?” Piles of discarded yukatas scattered around her. “I like this one. But I’m rather fond of this one.” The young high school lulu inspected the two garments in her slender hand.
The little devil yawned and stretched like a cat on the bed. He swung his feet over the bed and massage the back of his sore neck. Yawning once more he snuck up on her.
Still detracted from her wardrobe debate she continued talking to her reflection. “This one is pretty, and it’ll go with his hair. But on the other hand so is this one, and it goes with his eyes. But this creamy caramel one will go with his deep bronzy tan. . . ” She whined at her hard decision before her. The golden lulu squeaked when the thin but muscular arms wrapped around her waist and a deep rumbling purr echoed behind her.
He felt her slowly turn around in his arms. Her wide innocent denim blue pools peered down at him timidly. “I–I’m sorry. D-did it wake you?” She stuttered slightly. He blinked his garnet emblazon baggy eyes and hummed. Brushy lightly a soft kiss on her collarbone. She flush a golden rose an fruity vanilla as her perfect ruby lip pressed together, suppressing the urge to kiss him back.
Chrono leaned back, his hair simmered in vintage violets colors. His eyes played over her body in her underwear. Her white silk front-clasp bra softly shined in the light of the new day sun, as did her matching panties. Quickly he unclasped her bra and watched as it bounced off her larger sized bust. The golden rose teats harden in the cool morning air, but he warmed them quickly with his palms. The small devil massaged her large cups and ran his thumbs around the nipples. He ran the tips of them to the canter of each tit, then slowly presses in, watching as the areolas fold over his nails. They were soon replaced with his hungry mouth.
That earned him a loud gasp to escape her tourmaline lips. “Kurono!” She breathed softly as her knees began to quake. Her legs gave out under her and nearly fell if Chrono wasn’t quick on his feet. He laid them down among the scattered piles of her light weight cotton yukatas.
“Rosette. . .” She felt him ran his hand down her arm and guided it to her hip. “I’m going to touch you now.” He cooed sweetly as ginger cream into her ear. The dark alexandrite haired devil moves her hand over her center. “Show me how you want to be touched. . .” The little bunny boy blew past her ear as he slipped his hand under her’s. “Guide me.” Chrono murmured as he nibbled her neck and jaw line.
Her hand hesitantly slid under her undies. Slender feminine fingers made thicker masculine ones to play with her clitoris. She showed him how she wanted to be pinched, toyed, press down on and how to draw small little circles with it. Then she did what he didn’t expect in the lest. Her sleek olive fingers pushed his index and middle fingers into her cavern. His angel practically forced him to pump in a feverish way, of corse he wouldn’t dare disappoint his Rosette.
He kissed her neck and occasionally squeezed her beast as his hand played to her rhythm. The little devil asked a few questions that could have been dealt with earlier, like were his claw cutting her, or were three fingers too much. His responses were only breathly gasps and sweet moans. He kept up the pace as he teased her body with kisses and feathery touches. Chrono swallowed her scream as she reached her climax.
Her love spilled over their digits and soiled her panties. They removed their hands from the silk underwear. Rosette stared at the liquidly past on her hand and sneered in disgust and quickly rubbed it off on the carpet. She made of mental note to cut that section out and burn it later.
“Now that’s a shame.” He mused as he sipped the nectar off his fingers. “I would have cleaned it off for you. . .” The demon hummed as he lapped it up from his palm. She flush dark red and called him a perv in the third degree. He ignored her and expected her bod. She was dripping her sweet juices, and he could smell it. He gave her one of his wide toothy grins. “It’ll be a shame to waste it. . .” He hummed amused.
His head dove down so quickly she couldn’t catch him in time. When her fingers met his silky lavender hair, his clapper was already working its magic. Her long nails scraped his scalp accompanied by a loud feminine moan. He moved quickly in-between her legs, never straying far from her core. The little demon knelt up as her rapidly hoisted her knees over his head.
She squeaked when her position changed so fast, his knees pressed to the mid of her back as her knees hung snugly over his shoulders. The young lulu yelped even louder when she felt him tugged her panties out of the way. His sly little tongue slithered past the lips and in her cavern. He purred as her moister seeped around his clapper.
“C–Chrono! N–No don’t! N–Not here–!” Her protests ended on a silent scream. She arched her back as the sensation didn’t die down but increased. Sparling her arms out, grasping what little sport she could.
He felt her knees quivering against his ears and her feet twitch on his back. “Is that how you like it huh?” The devil smiled against her opening. “Slow, smooth, with a little swirly wiggle?” He did just that. He moved slow and smoothly as his tongue wigged against her walls as it swirled around. Her climax came quickly, and it hit hard.
He helped her sit on his lap gently. Her breath was heavy, and her throat was a bit strained from her screams earlier he expected. Her cheeks turned a bordello pink as her dolphin blue eyes cleared. He followed her gaze and saw his thick throbbing manhood. A playful quirk pulled as his lips. “I’ll let you decide when he’ll venture there.” He hummed as her love dripped off his chin.
He let out a booming laugh as she pushed down flat on his back. Rosette lepted to her feet and quickly striped herself of her soiled undies. The young woman then slipped into a strapless tube–shaped bra with a matching glorified loincloth. Their color almost matched her skin tone just a bit more pink. She turned around to the still giggling devil shads of reds and pinks still playing across her cheeks. “Stop laughing so hard! Y–you. . . you. . . baka chikan!!!” She squealed like a piglet.
A wide jack-o’-lantern smile spread across his face. “Well . . . my surroundings make it very difficult for me not to be one . . . ” He hummed out through grinning teeth. The little devil arched up on his haunches as his eyes took in her figure in her lingerie of chose. His lover fallowed his gaze and made a cute little squeak. Then they engaged a little chasing game around her bed. She protested they didn’t have time to play, and he just ignored her. The devil lepted over the bed and easily caught her in his arms, and the two fell onto the bed.
His hands worked quickly, sneaking under her bra and toying with her breasts. “Chrono . . . we don’t have time for this. We need to get ready for the festival.” The golden haired high school girl giggled and wiggled.
His hand quickly found its way back to her bosom. He gently squeezed it as the other wined itself around her back. His mouth quickly began working on her harden nipples. Nibbling and gently nipping and open-mouthed suckling. He heard her half moaned, half whines to him. He raised his head up and gazed deeply into her pools. “I got you now . . . and I’m not letting you go.” The devil said evenly. He lowered himself back to her cleavage, her eyes fallowed him as he descended. “AND I haven’t cuddled or played with you at all in forever!” He whined into her bust.
“I know that!” She whined back and covered her face with one of her hands. “But we can do that all night tonight.” When she took her hand off her face and looked at the devil on top of her, she regretted her words.
He smiled at her with a wide toothy grin. “All night?” He hummed in a seductive tone. “Seems to me you want to now thou . . .” His hand slipped its way down to her crotch as her moisture wetted her underwear. “Dose that mean . . . well . . . ummm . . . you know?” He implied as his lips kiss her ear.
“Like hell it dose!” She said playfully. The young girl flipped them over and pined his arms above his head as she straddle him. “Every haka, like myself, dreams of the time she gives herself to her lover. . .” Rosette tailed off dreamily. “AND!” She gritted her teeth at the small demon beneath her. “If you keep begging for it it’ll be more like ‘pity sex’ than ‘love making’.” She hissed.
He didn’t try to reason with her. It did make sense to him mostly, mostly he just wanted to ‘make her his’ so to say. “So . . . no sex, no love making huh?” Chrono smiled to himself as he schemed. “You’re a tuff nut to crack.” He pulled his arms free and swung them around her body and stood up. Her center pressed snugly against his abbs. She stared up at him wide eyed at his near eight foot tall form. “So how about now, hot stuff?” He throw her a wink.
She made a cute little squeak as he lifted her up above his head, nearly hitting the ceiling. He lightly laid her down on the bed and began his assault. The poor you girl begged lusciously as her squeals echoed through out the house hold. Laughter tore at her quivering body under his crude claws.
He loved the sound of her laughter. She squirmed helplessly, and her defenses were useless against his attacks. His pointed ears picked up the girl’s plea in-between giggles, squeals, and hiccups.
“I think I preferred it when you’re molesting me!”
She immediately regretted those works when he let out a booming laugh. “Alright if that’s what you want!” So he began to do so, playfully toying with her thighs and breasts as well kissing her neck. She kept on squirming because he was still tickling her. Almost right after the door to her room was swung open and bouncing in was the older sister.
Setsuka tossed clothes on top the young couple. “NOOOO! Hangky–Pangky in my house!” She rested her hand on her hips, thoroughly enjoying herself. The two on the be shot up and fixed a glare on her. “That’s right. None of this sha-nan-igins.” She gestured with her hand to the black and white clothes. “Their’s your clothes . . . you should have some fun before tonight.” The Japanese woman sighed loudly. “Wear them . . . I spent all week making them.” She said as she closed the door behind her.
Rosette picked up one of the articles of clothing and held it up under her neck. It looks like one of those dresses from the 1600s to 1700s that you only see on dolls now. The skirt hade volume, with a number of frills and it fell just above the knee. The top piece carried on the white and pure thyme. Snow white ruffles lined it as well as ribbon bows. It was strapless with the classic cris-crossing of white ribbons down the front. She blushed a gorgeous pink seeing Chrono’s wide grin. Her eyes grew evan larger upon seeing the accessories for the dress. A frilly white parasol, a white bunny in a matching dress, and one of those maid headdress thing.
The young demon picked up the other article of clothing. It was black and it came in two. The top was long sleeved and the pants that covered his feet. He guessed the bright red scarf was supposed to go with it. The lavender haired devil raised an eyebrow at his love’s mortified mixed with jealousy expression. “What?”
“How come you get to be the ninja?!” She whined as she tossed her costume at him. He caught it in mid air with one hand and stared at her. “Why am I the one to dress up as the stereotypical rich spoiled English brat in the 1600s?!” She snarled at the clothes. On a heavy sigh the young lady bowed her head and slumped her uper body. “Why can’t I be a Kunoichi?” The golden sunrise haired lulu whined.
Chrono hade no idea what a Kunoichi was, but figured it hade some thing to do with ninjas. He shook the thought out of his head and flashed her a wide grin. “Now, now . . . you’re not a spoiled brat.” He hummed reassuringly. “I bet anything you’ll look great in it. I mean that your sister made it just for you after all.”
“I suppose you’re right . . . ” She sigh defeated. She wiggled into the surprisedly tight skirt. His young angel helped him undress and dress wiles she was half dressed. The demon was quite surprised to find it comfortably loose. He didn’t know why he thought it would be tight in the first place. The devil shrugged into his shirt and soon felt Rosette running her small delicate hand over the mesh on the front of the shirt. His cheeks pinked at the fell of her slim fingers tracing his well-toned muscles. He gazed down at her and her cheeks pinked themselves.
She turned on her heels and rushed over to the rest of her clothes. “D–didn’t know Onee–chan could sew that well . . . ” Rosette mumbled. The teenaged girl picked up her strapless top and frowned. The amethyst haired man peeked over his scarf at her. “Made this herself, my ass!” The under dressed girl then speed off out of her bed room, down the hall and stairs, then out into the front yard.
Setsuka sighed heavily to herself a quickly strapped on her imouto’s top before she died of embarrassment. The yard was filling up by people. “Guess I should have hidden purchase better from you . . . ” The jade eyed woman chuckled to her self as her cut off the price tag on the top.
“YOU!” The golden angel spun on around to point a finger at her sister.
The older woman just calmly looked the younger over. Scratching her chin a bit as she hummed deeply in her chest, then suddenly snapped her fingers. “I know what’s missing.” The ember haired woman chirped, and pulled out a packet of white fishnet stockings.
“Wha–!” Rosette gasped. “I’m not wearing that!!” She squeaked.
Her sister pouted. “Put them on. One. Two. Three. NOW!” Black onyx hair sparkled as the fussy adult shoved the package inches away from the golden girl’s face.
On a huff, Rosette took the packet and skillfully opened it. She pulled one out and saw with dread the frilly lace and shiny ribbon bow. Quickly she put it one and fallowed the action with the other. Chrono, who fallowed after her, just enjoyed watching her get into the white fishnet stockings. Setsuka pointed to the white buckled leather dress shoes, and rosette easily stepped into them. When the two women looked at him, he flustered, so without thinking he went down on one knee and handed Rosette her accessories wile bowing his head.
“Well . . . good to see you’re in character.” Setsuka mused as she tied the odd head dress thing(AN: I don’t know what it’s called), on Rosette.
The young lulu groaned and rolled her eyes. “So, where am I this year?” She droned out.
Setsuka placed a pointed finger on her chin and raised an eye brow. “I thought you didn’t want to work.” The sea foam eyed Japanese beauty hummed.
“But I always work at the festival!” The teenaged sister stated.
“Well. . . Azy and her class, along with some other classes are hosting most of the booths. Also I gave most of the high school and collage clubs permission to do some fund raising, so no harm there. A bunch of the neighborhood kids are going to volunteering once they learned that I’m housing the Cosplay competition this year.” She said wile scratching the side of her head. “OH! Don’t worry about the goldfish we got that covered.” The midnight lulu giggled. The woman skipped off, her koi fish print yukata waved behind her and made the fish swim about. She stood next to a man holding a very restless Joshua, who was surprisingly Ewan Remington.
The two men stared and gaped at one another. Rosette shared a similar look of shook on her face at seeing the man, who everyone knew hade an uncontrollable crush on her sister but couldn’t speak a half decent word let alone a sentence. Setsuka looked back and forth between the Cosplaying love birds, and the koi fish yukata wearing trio. “Ah. . . well he finally said a sentence to me.”
“What?” The couple said stunned.
“How you get big so fast?” The fertility expert said with his hand half raised.
“He said, ‘My dog ran south’.” The young priestess hummed happily. “Not terribly romantic, and completely out of context, not the mention he doesn’t own a dog. . .” She giggled lightly. “But still, a sentence’s a sentence. Right? Anyways Ewan.” The ebony night beauty gingerly lay her hand on his. The young ex-priest stiffen and Chrono swore he could see his skin tingling with delight. “We better go to our both now, before the goldfish are stolen and chucked at nerds.”
“BAM–BAM!!” The infant in Remington’s arms beating his hands on his little feet.
“That’s right!” The motherly sister chirped with a big grin. “You get to beat the hell out of a drum.” She said in a sweet baby voice and lead Ewan by the hand to their both.
The two watched as the pair disappear into the growing crowd. The demon smiled at the new, well-balanced couple. He stood there watching an excited hopping Rosette, squealing about being free to play at the festival this year. She started to ramble off in Japanese. He got a few words but he wasn’t really listening. His eyes stared off in the direction where Setsuka and Ewan walked off. The demon didn’t know why, but with all the happiness he felt fore then a looming shadow of sorrow hung over them.
“Chrono! Get your butt in gear! I want blue berry chocolate pancakes.” The bouncing angel tugged on his arm.
“Alright. Alright Rosette. I’m coming.” He smiled and let her lead him. The amethyst hired man fallowed her out into the streets wile he shrugged off the heavy weight on his heart.
After running back and getting her wallet, the two enjoyed their battercakes, one more than the other. After they finished their meal, the two went off to see the attraction that Rosette always wanted to go see.
Chrono took her to the hall of mirrors. It was like the ones in the 1920s, but to his surprise they were colored ones. The young girl laughed when one made her look like Grimace. Chrono didn’t ask who was this ‘Grimace’ characters was, he was just having fun watching her. She ran and bounced around like she was a kid again.
“Chrono!!” She waved at him from around the corner. “Come look at this one! It’s like a tie die!” She squealed with delight. He fallowed her and saw the multicolored glass. “My hair looks like a rainbow.” The young angel giggled. The devil was more fixed on the real thing than an illusion. “It almost looks like a special effect in one of those old movies.” She mused and turned up and looked at him. Rosette flushed at the look in his eyes and the smile tugging on his lips.
He tilted her chin up gently and gave her a soft sweet kiss. He lingered there a wile and slowly pulled back. Her eyes were wide and her face was red from embarrassment. The two soon heard sounds of disgust made by a little voice. The pair turned and saw a sour faced boy. Chrono smiled, flashing his teeth. “Well, moshimoshi little guy.” He said, stepping back a little away from Rosette.
“Sawannai-de. You’re covered in coodies!” The little one hopped away and turned on his heel. “Aniki!” He ran off to his big brother and hid behind him.
The white cladded girl grabbed his hand and ran out of the attraction. Once out on the street she slowed down to a brisk walk. The demon’s long strides matched hers quickly. He looked bak at the exist and the raised eyebrows of the people around them.
“Was it just me . . . or was he glaring at us?” The tall demon asked. He suddenly bumped into his choice bit of calico. His ruby red eyes peered down at her long golden waves of satin like hair.
She turned up to look at him and flashed a bright smile to didn’t reach her ocean depths pools. “That was Riku.” The young girl exhaled. “He thinks he’s a player just because some patsukin think he’s bishonen.” She puffed out her cheeks and started stomping a bit, which Chrono thought was cute. “The bonkura that can’t take a hint. He kept asking me out, before I met you. He freaked when I told him about us, saying ‘Kono ama!! Nani-yo anta? Baka-mitai busu!’ . . . ” His angel sniffled a bit and wiped her cheek. “Now he’s just a self-proclaimed stalker.”
The devil decided not to ask how one can be a self-proclaim stalker. “He said what?!” Chrono still didn’t under stand Japanese slang yet, but he could tell when it is an insult.
“You heard right, he said I was ugly and called me a bitch.” She rubbed her eyes again. “Why am I crying?” She wondered. “I don’t even like the baka ka.”
“Yo! Hafu-ameko sharmuta burakumin!” The hateful lad came up behind them holding his little brother’s hand. “Is hon goshujin kareshi maro uketamawaru ware kei? Kare ninsou raiku ippi haku-jin rijekuto ichiyou ware.” He chuckled. “Ikan ippi chibi yarima maro irikireru . . .” His little brother gasped and covered his ears.
A vain throbbed in the middle of the handsome devil head. He pulled his hand free from the insulted woman’s grip. The demon walked ominously to the little piss-ass. He raised a fist, using very little muscle and slammed it into the little prick’s face. His face flown back with spirts of blood and he stumbled back and coughed out a few teeth. The little boy gaped up at him in amazement. Chrono cracked a smile down at him. “Coodies don’t look so bad now, uh little guy.”
A quick hand pulled the strong demon back. Rosette was on a full out run as best as her skirt allowed. They ran for two blocks and turned a corner. She slowed to a stop and bended over gasping for air. “Why did you hit him?!” She wheezed out.
“Why shouldn’t I?!” Chrono yelled not meaning to. “On one can say those things about MY angel and gets away with it!” He proclaimed wile shaking his fist.
“I’m flattered and all . . .” She said in-between gasps for air. “BUT! Senseless violence is prohibited.”
“SENSELESS?!! By the way he was treating you Rosette, I hade more reasons than the Dalai–lama!” His statement didn’t make much sense to him, but he didn’t care . . . he was furious! “Everyone there could say that he was kenka uten noka!”
“Hello! I’m a rashamen’s girl here, Chrono!!” He said waving her arms around.
He did understand that, but guessed it was racist term. His ears drooped remembering the poor treatment that westerners get in some parts of Japan, and they were living on the edge of one. She stood out in the land of the sun, with her pale white skin, her hair the color of sun rays, her deep blue hypnotic eyes, and her pink . . . well you know.
He cupped her cheek with his hand and gently turned her head to face him. Their lips met no sooner that she was turned to face him. He kissed her softly and sweetly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He kept kissing her until her tears stopped flowing and his gilt melted away. They rocked back onto their heels. The young sunshine lulu soft delict cheeks turn a light sugary pink.
She twirled her index fingers together, and childishly kicked her feet about. The young golden-red eyed devil smiled at his younger love. Her sweet innocense child like nature always warmed his heart. Then his young angel began to something cut, comical, and odd at the same time. She was moving side to side trying to look over and around him wile trying not to move her feet. Her eyes were wide and curious.
He turned his torso around to see what hade caught her attention. There was a decent sized sign with charactures of small animals on it. His gold shimmering ruby pools looked between her and the sign, then let out a loud sigh. His shoulders slumped and he pointed a weary finger behind him. “Want to go?” Her eyes sparkled with big shining stars glimmering in them, and nodded her head.
He sighed heavily and shook his head. The handsome gentleman lightly places his arm around her waist and gingerly held her hand. Bright ocean blue eyes blinked up at him owlishly. “Whatever my lady wants, my lady gets.” He grinned.
Her blush reached the root of her hair. “A ninja wouldn’t say that Kurono bunny . . .” She smiled back but still let him lead her. Excitement pulsed through her and it made her feet to skip. “KAWAII!!” She hopped out of his arms and dashed off to the petting zoo station.
He sighed and rolled his shoulders then straiten his scarf. Claws scratched his scalp as his eyes watched her pet all the fluffy creatures. All the llamas, lam, and rest of assortments of little offsprings. Some lams and rabbits crawled onto her lap and she gathered one onto her petit arms. He leaned on the fence surrounding the zoo for babes. The other small children didn’t even seem to notice the teen-aged beauty amongst them.
“Well hello Chrono.” A calm voice called him.
His ears twitched and he turned his head toward the sound. Claire placid smile greeted him. She was dressed in the scrubs the zoo keeper wear. “She’s having fun . . .” The burnett hummed sweetly.
“Yea.” He hummed as well. “She kept on saying that before now she wasn’t able to enjoy herself at the festival, ‘cause she’s always working.” He smiled as she let a black little lam hop out her arms.
“Yup. I always saw her running around cleaning, serving, adverting, etc. whatever needed to be done.” The deep auburn haired girl stated quietly. “Now she’s acting like a tinny tot.”
He smiled warmly at her and turned back to his love. The devil began to blink at the back of the head of a rabbit that Rosette held up. “Awe . . .” The honey cone hired beauty sighed. She brought it back into her arms and held it close to her. “He looks just like my bunny!” She softly squealed and smiled at Chrono’s blush. The puggie little bunny bumped and rubbed his head under her chin, witch only made Rosette cuddle it more.
The young devil smiled fondly as a light pink hue grazed his cheeks. The woman he loved so dearly held the scut tail creature so tenderly like it was their infant. He could see a miniature version of himself coo itself to sleep as breathtaking mother gently cradling it in her arms.
He was brought back by her girlish squeal. “Oh my! Aren’t you affectionate, with all your cuddles and kisses . . . ” the golden lulu hummed into the furry bunny’s ear.
“Well . . . that one’s a charmer.” Claire commented. “Looks like you got a rival, Chrono.” The brunette girl teased.
Rosette straitened up and looked at her friend, then at Chrono, then at her again. She blinked wide eyed for a moment. “Ummm . . . Claire? You’re not freaked out by Chrono’s growth spurt?” The girl asked with a shaky hand.
The tall brunet eyes glazed over and her expression turn blank. She raised one hand and gently tugged on a strand of Chrono’s royal blue-blood hair. “His hair is purple.” The young teen droned out. “He’s either a demon or a gay in denial.” She half drone half giggled.
His jaw unhinged and he turned blood-ruby-red at the slight change he could be mistaken for a homosexual. Then a sudden flash of creamy bronze light that leapt from one side of his vision to the other, which deleted his shock instantly. When it was over the rabbit was in Claire’s arms and Rosette hade a disappointed look on her face.
“Well . . . aren’t you a little onna-tarashi.” The sunburned girl mused.
The blond on the other hand looked like she was on the verge of tears. “But I wanted bunny cuddles . . . ” she whimpered.
Chrono chuckled deep in his chest and quickly picked her up. She practicality jumped ten feet into the air. “Well you already have a bunny for that, My Lady.” He grinned up at her as he lifted her over the fence and into his arms.
The young beauty blushed a sparkling pink color. “I meant a bunny that was not in heat.” She joked.
Claire sweat dropped at the two goofs. “Well no one can say you’re an Itachi anymore if they saw this.” The girl mumbled.
The young girl in his arms turned bright red with fury. “Well at least I’m not an Otokogairai like you!!”
Later that afternoon:
Chrono decided that the petting zoo incident didn’t happen at all. So there shall be no further questions about it. The mismatched couple munched away on there occupus dumplings on tooth picks, witch was their launch, as they trotted by all the games. Rosette perked up her pace and hurried off into the crowd. The young demon fallowed after her and soon saw the small gold fish tank.
Gold fish catching game . . . Chrono thought to himself. He caught up with the young beautiful angel who was now bouncing the infant Joshua on her hip. The small lad was waving around a sorely tattered drum. He was wailing at the top of his little lung as his lovely older sister rocked him side to side and kissed him on the tinny brow. The young demon found himself picturing her with one of their own offspring yet again. A red blush reached to the tips of his ears when her words rang true. I am in heat . . .
“It’s partly my fault.” Setsuka sighed loudly. “I did say he could beat the hell out of it . . . ” she said more quietly as she pock a nose of one of the fish.
His jaw slacked again as his ears twitted in disbelief. “Strong little tike.” He mused.
“Don’t cry.” Rosette cooed sweetly to her baby brother. “Big Sisza Wosette will get you a new fishy bang-bang.” Rosette reassured her big sister baby talk.
“There’ll be no need for that.” A confidence male’s voice said behind them. The grinning Ewan Remington walked up to the booth, carrying an over stuffed garbage bag. “Look what Aniki Ewan got for you.” The man said with a charming smile on his handsome face, as he presented another drum for him to beat.
Joshua giggled happily and took the offered toy and his sister put him down knowing what’s to come. The baby tossed it down ruffly and began slapping it with his puggie little hands. “Bang! Bang!! Bang, bang, bang!!!” He squealed out in time with his pounding hands.
“Good thing I have a hole lot of these . . . ” the morning sky blue eyed man hummed and tossed the big bag behind to curtain. The sound a clattering toy drum echoed out behind the hanging cloth.
“Big Brother, eh?” Setsuka said in a Canadian accent. “If that’s so . . . where’s my proposal then?” The ebony lulu asked wile Ewan’s face redden.
The cheers of woman echoed in the air accompanied by the groans of men. Chrono laughed along side of Rosette, knowing that’s just like their Setsuka. The midnight beauty giggled at the man’s speechless embarrassment. She sighed to calm herself down and turned to the laughing couple. “You two do know you’re the announcers for the Cosplay competition right?”
“Uh?” The young ocean blue eyed lulu reacted.
“It’s going to start a three and end at nine . . . ” the elder sister remarked. “For three days, then the plays start on the fourth day. You two are the announcers . . . Plus! I got two more costumes for each of you for the next two days.”
“But you said you got it covered!” The young blond yelled with tears of sorrow and anger brimming her eyes.
“Well . . . I have to do safety check for the bomb fire for every night of the festival, and you only have to work six hours for three days and have the rest of the time off . . . ” the Japanese woman said with her eyebrow twitching.
Rosette sighed to herself and slumped her shoulders. She looked at her wrist watch and her eyes bugged out of their sockets. “1:30?!” She yelped. “Chrono! We have to hurry!” She whine loudly. The young girl took a step right, then a step left. Then she began to spin around jerkily. The young purple haired devil leaned way from her wondering if he would get sucked into her vortex.
“It’s at the old kabuki theater.” Setsuka said pointing down the road.
“Arigatou!” The golden lulu chimed. She grabbed Chrono’s hand and dashed off down the road.

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Author’s Note: Sorry it took so long folks!! I put in a lot of time in this one! I’ve put in some more Japanese terms in here. I’ve also translated them for you too! That’s mostly why it took me so long . . . I’ve also grammar checked this too. ^^; Lot of help that did . . . anyhoo have fun!

PREVIEW!!!!
Next chapter is the Cosplay competition! Plus an old enemy too . . . or should it be friend?

TRANSLATIONS:
#1: Hidamari Bikou> Sunny Port
#2: Redi-kakato Ran> Lady Shoe Orchid
#2: MO> Geez
#4: En wasuremono mai hirugohan geru> I forgotten my money
#5: Goban tabe ronai zanpan doumeiijin atokin sono akujo> Go eat out of the garbage with the rest of the ugly girls
#6: zanpan> garbage
#7: akujo> ugly girls
#8: koujo> imperial princess
#8: oban> bitchy old hag
#9: no-sankyu-atae> thank you gift
#10: baka chikan> foolish pervert
#11: Kunoichi> lady ninja
#12: imouto> younger sister (hum)
#13: Sawannai-de> Don’t touch me.
#14: Aniki> big brother
#15: patsukin> dumb blond (slang)
#16: bishonen> stud/cute boy (slang)
#17: bonkura> dimwit or dumbass (slang)
#18: Kono ama!! Nani-yo anta? Baka-mitai busu!> You bitch!! Who do you think you are? You stupid looking ugly girl!
#19: baka ka> stupid asshole (slang)
#20: Hafu-ameko sharmuta burakumin!> Half-breed Caucasian bitch outcast!
#21: Is hon goshujin kareshi maro uketamawaru ware kei? Kare ninsou raiku ippi haku-jin rijekuto ichiyou ware.>Is this your boyfriend you told me about? He looks like a western reject to me.
#22: Ikan ippi chibi yarima maro irikireru . . . > What a little whore you are . . .
#23: kenka uten noka> Looking for a fight
#24: rashamen> people who get involved with foreigners (slang)
#25: onna-tarashi> playboy (slang)
#26: Itachi> overly masculine girl (slang)
#27: Otokogairai> man hater (slang)
#28: Arigatou> thank you (you should already know that)

MG: Why did I number them?
Shader: Don’t ask me. Most of them came from the BAD JAPANESE WORDS site.
MG: Ya . . . so?
S: (sigh) R@R please.