Return of Time (working title)

WIP 1 of ?

AN: This story caught me completely out of the blue one day, and I just couldn't resist writing it. Completely ignore both the manga and anime endings as this is different. This is the story of how Chrno and Rosette come to be together in modern times, according to my muse anyways. Chrno is no longer the devilishly handsome demon that he was in the roaring 20's, instead he is reborn into the modern world as a Holy Maiden, and expert Demon Sealer, and just wait until you meet the reborn Rosette. If you thought she was bad in the twenties, just wait until you see her, or is it him, now. Read away dear Chrno Crusade devotees and may you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Chrno Crusade is not mine, no matter how I might wish otherwise. Me no own, you no sue.

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It was a beautiful day. The sky was pale blue. The sun shone down warmly on the convent grounds. The flowers danced with the light breeze.

Chrno hated it. He had spent the past year staring out of his lover's window, watching the days pass. Sister Kate had given the room to him after he had returned from Eden with the Apostles by his side, his beloved Rosette dead in his arms.

Tears ran unchecked and unbidden as he remembered that horrid day.

Ewan Remington sighed as he watched the child-like demon cry. It hurt to see his friend like this. Chrno wasn't eating or sleeping as far as he could tell. He also hadn't spoken in almost six months. He couldn't blame him for his sorrow, he hurt almost as much. But as much as he missed Rosette he still would not shut down the way Chrno had. At least Chrno had fought for the first six months, after their last argument he had completely shut himself away. This had lead to one of the hardest decisions Ewan had ever had to make. Moving across the small room, he laid his hand on the other man's shoulder. "I think it's time for you to sleep Chrno."

Chrno's turned his head slowly until he faced the priest, his crimson eyes narrowed in suspicion. His voice, when he spoke, was rough from disuse. "Why now? Why not when I wanted to?"

Ewan spoke plainly, "We didn't want to lose the both of you."

"You should have let me go."

"We weren't ready to." Ewan had been the one to hold Chrno back while the seals were being placed on Rosette's tomb. It had taken all of his strength to hold the demon back when he wanted to join his love in her eternal rest. If not for the prophesies of Magdalene he probably would have let him sleep for eternity next to her in the hidden mausoleum, if only to spare him the pain of life without her. "We didn't want to lose you within a few days of losing her."

Chrno's eyes blazed in anger. "So you sentenced me to this torturous existence without her."

"You needed time to heal."

"For what!" Chrno screamed.

Ewan sighed mournfully as he pulled the tiny demon into a hug. "Do you remember what happened in San Francisco?" Chrno nodded against his chest, his small hands clutching the back of the cleric's jacket. "The seal. That is what we're going to do. It has taken me the past five months just to prepare everything for this."

Chrno's voice was muffled, but understandable, as he spoke into Ewan's chest. "You'll let me sleep."

Ewan tightened his grip before releasing the demon. Placing a hand on Chrno's shoulder he steered him from the room. "Until Rosette returns, I'll let you sleep."

Chrno sighed before smiling softly at his friend, his eyes grateful. "Thank you."

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Fifty-five years later Chrno's pocket watch started to tick again.

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Sixteen years after it began again, a young black-haired nun opened the door to Chrno's crypt for the first and most likely, the last time. Walking forward slowly she studied the sleeping demon. He was truly an impressive sight. His long purple hair cascaded down his arms and pooled around the base of the cross he slept upon. His face could be described as being nearly angelic, were it not for the crimson gems in his forehead and horns protruding from his temples. Faded scars lined his left eye and cheek.

"Well," she spoke softly, "aren't we the big boy." She moved until she was standing within arms reach of his chest. Noting the inscription on his metallic collar, she smiled slightly. "Chrno the Crusader, Tenshu Shimobe, 'Servant of God' interesting." Moving closer she looked up into his sleeping face. "Well Chrno the Crusader, it's a pleasure to meet my body's new owner, I'm the soon to be former Sister Mary Raphael, Militia Demon Sealer." She moved away and turned to prepare for the Sealing. Glancing to her side she smirked slightly at the minister standing there. "Amen."

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The darkness of oblivion gave way slowly before fragmented and foggy memories.

A beautiful pale-haired maiden with kind blue-green eyes and a sad smile. The watch in her hands starting to tick. "Now I know why you were always crying in my dreams."

Tick.

A child's face with the same kindness in her sapphire eyes, as she held out half-burned cookies in her small hands. Her younger brother making choking and gagging motions behind her back. "Sarah and I baked cookies."

Tick.

The inherent wonder in her eyes as she listened to one of my stories. Her head always coming to rest on my shoulder during the telling. "I love your stories. Will you tell me another one tomorrow?"

Tick.

A fierce grin at seeing the tiny fish on my line. The pride she feels makes the ridiculous catch seem quite magnificent. "This is great for your first try. Lets catch some more."

Tick.

The sorrow and pain dulling her eyes as her brother goes insane before her eyes. And the heart wrenching plea in them as she begged me for help. "What is a 'Contractor'? If you had a contractor could you save him? Tell me!"

And the ticking grew louder.

The apology in her blue eyes and her gentle touch, as she held my sobbing form. "I'm sorry I worried you."

Tick.

That final agonizing moment as the clock stopped ticking and her eyes held all of her affection in them. Her words were softly whispered against my lips in a gentle kiss. "I love you."

And the darkness of oblivion without the comfort of the ticking watch.

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