Triple Threat

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

Author’s Note: Jet again with this . . . *sigh* I got a new puppy on the 21st so I’m suffering from pup agnosia. That and it keeps snowing up here in Canada BC. My fingers are freezing from puppy playing in the snow every day on walks and toilet time. . . I wish he could use the toilet . . . Anyhoo if you wana see a pic of him, just go to my profile on Da.

MisoGirl: Sleep . . . ZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZz
Rosette: Which one am I again? I can’t remember . . .
Smokey: Mew.
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Triple Treat
Chapter Six
Catching the Fish

The little demon woke up in the hospital wing again, surrounded by giggling nuns, and with Elder at his side. The old perverted scenist grinned, showing off his perfect shaped teeth. For a moment the demon wondered how the old man kept his original teeth. He shook his head to get rid of thoughts that did no good for their problem, i.e. Rosette. “I know . . . I fainted because Rosette kissed me.” The demon sighed slowly.
“I know, classic!” The elderly man burst into a teary laughter. His shoulder shook feverishly as his cheeks turned red. “Are you sure you’re the girl’s senior?” Edward chuckled. The old man’s age spotted face came closer as he leaned on his knee.
Chrono sat up in bed and stretched his arms out. “Yes.” The young man said, who is trapped in the boy’s body. “Demons don’t waists their time on romance when they are ripping each other heads off.” He finished off on a soft growl.
“So . . .” The old man’s smile spread further across his face, as he liked his thin dry cracked lips. His eyes became wicked and playful at the same time as he went on. “You’re a virgin?” The old scenist’s shoulders shook with repressed laughter.
The demon shut his eyes tightly and tried not snapping at the old fool. “When did I say demons didn’t have time for sex?” The demon’s eyes flashed red as he opened them again, glaring at the old man. The Elder opened and closed his mouth like a guppy out of water, trying to communicate. “Sex and romance are two very different things, you should know that old man.” The little lad swung his feet over the edge of the bed and hopped to the floor. “Anyways, I have better things to do than tell you what demons do when they get board.” He pulled his crimson coat on and clipped his belt on and started for the door. “I got a ‘fish’ to catch.”
The girl behind the curtain squeezed her hands over her heart as she took a short gasp of air.
That knight:
Chrono pulled the sock off his little foot and balled it up with the other. He let out a sigh and glanced over his shoulder to the three girl settling into their individual beds. The flirtation Rosette was braiding her hair back as the aggressor made her bed like she was beating it to death. Wile the innocent girl was curled up in her bed hugging the new purple teddy-bear.
“Do I have to sleep here to night?” The demon moaned loudly as he eyed the girl fighting with the cot.
A gentle snap bounced over to his ears as the woman tied off her braid. “Yes, and that’s why it’s called a punishment.” She was answered by a grunt from her duplicate that finished punching the bed.
The demon sighed yet again as his shoulder slumped downwards. “Then . . . lets get this over with.” He groaned as he got to his feet and began to shuffle towards the cot.
“Gosh.” The playfully teasing voice of the flirty Rosette pricked at his ears. “Don’t make it sound like the wedding night of a forced marriage, why don’t ya.” She finished off on a far off groan.
“W–what?” The demon gasped in shock. “I didn’t–I mean it’s not what I meant–did it really sound like that?” The little lad began to stuttered in his panic. “It’s just that I have my own room and bed now, and I shouldn’t impose on your hospitality.” He rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed.
The angered woman perched her fist on her hips and march up to the now trembling boy. “That bed and that room have another name too Chrono.” She hissed at him like it was venom. “It’s called a shoe box!” Then she tackled him into the freshly beaten bedding. They fussed and kicked around like two kids playing in bed. “You’ll sleep the way I want you to sleep!”
“GOD! You sound like a dominatrix!”
“What a dominatrix?”
“A woman that men pay to beat them up.”
“Wait.” The woman stopped for a moment, still gripping his small wrists in her hands. “This is a job?!!” Her grip tighten dangerously on his flesh. “And why didn’t you tell me sooner?!! Like before I picked up this Habit and gun?” She exploded like a bomb and trapped him into her supper nuggie attack.
The other woman walked to her bed closest to the window and glanced at the third girl. She hid behind her teddy and cringed underneath the blankets. Even theo the woman couldn’t see her face, she could tell her eyes were wide awake. “It’s Jake . . . we’ll just say you’re asleep right now.” The elegant woman whispered sweetly.
That night, Chrono surprisedly got some sleep.
Morning:
The little demon crawled to safety and prayed that today’s coffee will be just that. He stumbled into the small bathroom, making sure to lock it behind him. A knock awake him after he dozed off wile still on his feet, yawning loudly he shuffled out of the little room. Thankfully he hade his shorts fastened on but didn’t quite make it to button his shirt. One of the Rosettes sat him down and began to button it for him. She was talking to him but his listless ears couldn’t hear her words, they came to him sounding like a badly made radio. “I’m got’a catch a fish . . .”
“Hmmm?” A smooth voiced hummed it’s way into the foggy devil’s mind. “Is that a date?” The flirtation Rosette giggled at him coyly. “Not terribly romantic, but I’ll cut you some slake, considering that you were in that tome for half a millieme.” She finished with a cute little wink.
His blood red eyes bulged out of their sockets. “Wha–?” He gasped as his forehead throbbed begging for sleep. “N–no!” The demon shook his hand quickly as he shook his head rabidly.
“So . . .” The woman pouted s her eyes sparkled sadly. “You don’t wana date an old biddy like me huh?” Her eyes listed lazily to the left as her eyelashes cast depressed shadows on her soft pale cheeks.
“Uh?” He began to hiccup under the lack of sleep and gilt make this beauty fell rejected. “I’m not stupid!” His voice made a yipping sound as the muscles in his chest jerked. “I was trying to say that I will catch the ‘reject from a fish farm’, that did this to you.”
A soft smile spread it’s way across her curvy cheeks, slowly and sweetly. “You really want us to be one again, huh?” The woman said slowly as her golden sunset blond bangs hid her eyes. “Once we’re one again . . .” She said in a soft sad tone, that was out of character for this Rosette. “I might not be able to make you fell how I fell for you . . .”
“What?” He gaped at her for a wile, not use to or not liking seeing her mood down like this. “Rosette?” The demon gulped hoping he wouldn’t have to do this. “Do . . . do you . . .” Nervus shivered quivers wiggled their way down his spine. I really wanted to ask her when she was the hole Rosette, but I guss i can’t avoid it. “Doyoulove . . . me?” His face flared up into the color of fine red wine as his body quivered.
She stared at him, trying to de-code his words. Then a heavenly smile pulled on her lips and she giggled softly. “Of corse I do.” She cooed sweetly and gently kissed his brow. “Come on1 let me fix you hair.” The woman waddled behind him and pulled the rubber band out of his tangles. “Hand me the brush?” He did what she asked and drifted off to a light sleep as she began to tame his wild mesh.
The demon awoke to the rich aroma of pure cup of joe, accompanied by melting butter and steaming sausage. He rubbed his eye and forehead as he found himself on one of the girls’ beds with a thin blanket draped over him. Stretching his arms out wile he swung his legs over the bedside and dug into his breakfast in bed meal. Lose strands of royal amethyst fell over his shoulder and pocked him in the eye.
As he was pulling them behind his ear the door swung open and a familiar beauty walked in. “Well, g’morning sleepy head.” A grin tickled her lovely features as she slid down next to him. The woman undid the ribbon in his hair and shook the braid out. Her long slender fingers combed through his lengthily hair, he welcomed the rare tug as some strands refused to be separated. The little demon purred as the lulu began to weave his hair as he gnawed on his toast. He heard her giggle behind him as she finishing off doing his hair. “Not gona doze off on me again are you?” She hummed in his ear.
He blinked his eyes rabidly to shoo away the sleep crawling in. “S–sorry. Didn’t get enough sleep.” The demon yawned softly. “Not as young as I use to be . . .” He glanced up at her and laughed along side of the beauty. “Must be odd to hear that coming from a kid, huh?” The demon’s eyes down cast and the stared at his food. “I look younger than you, but I could be your grandfather if not your great grandfather.” He sighed knowing the reasoning wouldn’t stop the blooming feeling in their hearts.
“Ah . . .” The lulu cooed gently to sooth his worries. “You forget your true form.” She traced her finger along his ear as she leaned closer to him. “In that form you could be my sugar daddy.” The young golden lulu sweetly blew into his lobe as she said the last part of her sentence.
The little lad jump in his seat and covered his ear in defense. “Th–this is no time to fool around, Rosette.” He squeaked like an old jalopy. Taking a deep controlling breath he slapped on a sharper look onto his eyes. “Rosette. I’ve never heard splitting a person being done, (unless it was in a kids’ story), let alone a human having a contract with a demon.” His features were stirk but his voice was heavy with a warm concern. “I mean . . . god knows what it’s doing to your soul and our connection.” He reached out and placed a small hand on her chest in-between her bosoms.
The demon scooped up the pocket-watch into his palm and looked at it softly with mixed feelings. Then his face became a blank slate of emotions. “Rosette? Did you always wear the watch?” He asked slowly.
“Yes . . . why?” The woman asked still in a dizzy state after she felt his warm hand on her chest. “I never took it off.”
“So, the other two didn’t wear it?”
The woman paused for a moment staring down at the demon’s amethyst hair. “No.” She said quitely then took in a gasp of air. “Come to think of it . . . not one of them asked for it either . . .” The golden lulu wondered aloud. “Why wouldn’t they want our contract?”
“I can’t answer that.” The demon said just as confused as her. “But if you never took it off . . . how do you explain the silver trimming.” Chrono glanced up at her with wide wondering eyes. “It hade gold trimming when I gave it to you.”
The female mouth dropped slightly and she turned her wile eyed shock to the timepiece that hung around her neck. The little ticking disk stared up at her with it’s center glowing a soft red surrounded by merbau wood finish. The metal trimming that held it together were once golden but now they sparkle silver. “I don’t know . . .” The woman breathed out in a mixture of shock and astonishment. Glancing at the other two beds in the crowded room and uneasy feeling settled in her chest. “I’ll go talk to the other girls.” She said, worry lacing her words. “You just finish up you food and I’ll catch up with you later.”
He nodded as she got up and walked out into the hall, after the vision left the demon quickly swallowed his meal and gulped down his joe. The little lad jumped to his feet and rushed to the main office, leaving his dishes behind. He knocked on the large oak doors first the came into the room.
Sister Kate practically leapt to her feet when the demon barged in. “Chrono! What is the meaning of this?!” She yelped having kittens.
“We got’a find that fish!” The little devil said in one breath.
The good sister raised an mutenye brown eyebrow in confusion. “Pardon me?”
The devil’s mouth hung open for a moment or two, then his cubby little face turned red. “S–Sorry.” He stuttered. “It’s just that Rosette saw who split her up and she compared him to a fish . . .” The little demon chuckled uneasy.
The female head of the Order slumped back into her seat and began to rub her forehead. “You need not concern yourself with that.” She huffed out exhausted. “Father Remington was here yesterday and I already sent him out to investigate the sorcerer.” The middle aged nun said a little stronger.
Chrono scratched the back of his neck as his blush deepen. “Oh . . . that’s . . . jake . . .” He bit off a nervous laugh as he slowly backed out of the large room. The head of the order leaned back in her chair with a relived smile on her face.
His face still blazing the demon walked back to Elder’s hut. The boy shuffled back to his miniature sized room and dived head first on to his bed. He lay there for a minute then his door banged open and the familiar enraged voice of Rosette busted his ear drums.
On the Field:
The little demon smiled shyly as the woman that spoke on the phone with Sister Kate, baby talked him wile the miniature living duster yapped at him. His eyebrow twitched as the girls’ argument grew. One was complaining that there was a lack of gunfire, wile another tried to calm her down as the last one cried.
The lad let out a heavy sigh and waved Remington over to take over questioning the woman. Shoving his hands into his pockets he dragged his feet over to the triplets. “Rosette . . .” He moaned like a dying elk as the three girl turned to him. “We told you this was a investigation that hade no need of firepower.” The boy stared at one with a ‘I told you so’ look on his face, then he turned to the identical woman next to her. “Rosette, the more you fight her the more she bites, you should know that.” He sighed again as his shoulders slumped like a deflating balloon. “Rosette . . .” The little amethyst haired boy almost whined to the third triplet. “I know rosette can get difficult when she gets like this, but it’s no reason to cry.” He whimpered like a lost puppy.
The crowd walking down the street froze in their foot step as confused murmurs echoed along the buildings over the fact that the young triplets hade the same name. Ewan slapped his hand over his face not sure if he should what to do about the forgetful demon. The woman with the mutated dust bunny made an odd little giggle over the misfortune of the triples have unimaginative parents.
The four of them were oblivious to the outside world, as they went on to their matter at hand. The weeping girl wiped her eyes clear of salty tears and blew her nose as the demon patted her head. “It’s–it’s not that.” The girl squeaked like a rusty gate.
The young boy brushed her hair back behind her ear. “Then what got you so worked up?” He asked innocently.
“W–well . . .” Her face turned to an unhealthy pink as she nibbled her bottom lip. The girl’s throat felt all clammy and tight, but a sharp glare from her double image cleared it right up for her. “S-someone . . .” She pressed her fingers to a point together as her face color deepen. The girl coughed lightly and leaned forwards, close to Chrono’s ear.
The boy’s eyes grew as their pupils slimed down to slits. “What?” He hissed through his canine like teeth.
The other two exchanged looks and turned back to the little demon before their mirror images. “Chrono? What happened?” Twin voiced bounced off one another and entered into his ears.
“Someone touched my hinny.” The timid girl whispered under neath her breath.
“ . . . what?” The aggressor huffed out harshly in one breath as her eyebrow twitched. Wile the openly sexual women looked between the two a lost for words. “Are you sure you didn’t bump into someone or something?” The fighter asked like she was integrating the young girl. Her answer was fast shake of the head as the girl his her face behind her hands.
“Who?” The little purple haired demon asked as the veins throbbed on his skull. When he was answered be an assault of soft sniffles, he took a deep calming breath. “Did. You. See. Touched you?” The little lad said his voice deepening.
“N–nope.” The girl hiccuped as she wiped her drippy red nose, as her shoulders shook. “It felt like a skeleton man hand.” She managed to say through her rapid sniffles.
“Like an anorectic old guy’s hand?” The annoyed woman said as she rubbed her scalp.
The demon’s eye grew wide as the Rosette’s voices description of the sorcerer echoed in his cranium. Then he shot right up and stared to scan the calmly crowed streets. His vision jumped to one head to the next, each one was short, long, blond, bennet, or bald. Then he saw it, the sight of hear of hair the color of motor oil, glopped over with used grease that was smoothed over until it looked like plastic. “There’s that damn Fish!!” He bellowed at the top of his longs and gave chase.

FIN
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Final Thoughts: I know it’s almost V-Day, but I can’t get a lovey dovey skit out in time for you guys. I know this wasn’t ‘Romantic’ either, but now you know something about Chrono that I didn’t put in the other fanfiction I written! If you didn’t get what it was . . . read it again.

MG: Should I make a contest that if they guest what his thing is they get *blank* . . . nah I shouldn’t, got nothing to give.
R: I’m hungry.
S: *purr*
MG: R&R please!