Disclaimer: I own Chrno, yes I do! I'm a liar, how 'bout you!

Author's Note: Woo! I love ficlet corners! XD And I think Chrono Crusade fan fiction needs a few ficlet corners, so here's my little contribution. :) Just like Semei no Kakera (if you happen to read that ficlet corner of mine), this will be a random collection of both AU and non-AU ideas, mainly centered around Rosette and Chrono. Occasionally I'll play with other pairings, too. XD

However, unlike Semei no Kakera, I'm not going to give these ficlets a word length maximum- I'll judge it visually. (So if it looks really long, it'll just be a one-shot. If it's short enough, it'll go under here. In retrospect, I wish I would have waited to put Dancing with Hellfire and Fly With Me under here, but what's done is done. Oh well! XD)

Well, that's about it! And heeeeeere we go!

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Ticks of the Clock

Macaroni

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"Shit!"

With a breathless whine of a gasp, the blue-eyed teen flew towards the stove, cursing the bubbling pot before her with colorful words. "Dammit, dammit, dammit! Eep!" Trying her best not to get burned as she moved the silver pan by its thin black handle, the girl mumbled darkly under her breath; wiping up the hissing steam and overflowed bubbles with a cloth. "Curse it all. . . Sorry about this, Chrono!"

When spoken to, her boyfriend smiled- arching an amused eyebrow. Pushing away from their Social Studies project on the table and instead moving towards his partner, he shook his head; noticing the problem right away. "Rosette," he sighed, flipping his long violet braid deftly over his shoulder, "no wonder you've almost flooded the house! You've got the stove on high- to boil macaroni, you only need it on medium!"

"But Chronooooo!" Rosette complained childishly, gingerly placing the pot back on the bright red burner- only to pull it quickly away again when the whole contraption began sputtering evilly. "That takes too long! There's more to life than waiting for macaroni to boil, you know."

". . ." He smiled, seating himself on the edge of the kitchen island. "Yeah. Like Social Studies projects," he prodded teasingly, rolling his eyes as she, for the third time, tried to get the noodles cooking again. This time, half the water remaining in the pan frothed over the edge, falling onto the young woman's unprepared fingertips.

"Oh shu- ouch!" Yelping as the pain registered, Rosette instinctively stuck her abused digit in her mouth, brow furrowing. Only then did she allow Chrono to lower the temperature of the stove. "Oh. . . Fine. You win," she grumbled, eyeing the twisted dial with distaste. "I'll wait for my damn mac-n-cheese. You happy?"

"Mmhm," the boy hummed from the countertop, hooking his feet around the back of the girl's legs; pulling her closer. "I am." Reaching into the back pocket of his jeans, Chrono pulled out a band-aid (something he'd begun carrying around with him when he and Rosette had started dating), pealing back the wrapper. "Because you know," he continued, gently tugging the girl's finger from her mouth and wrapping the bandage around it, holding her hand gently in his own, "life doesn't always have to be so fast paced."

His grin widened when Rosette blushed; placing a soft kiss on the tip of her now-healing wound. "Sometimes you can take it slow. I promise it won't kill you."

Still pink in the cheeks but obviously pleased at the attention she was receiving, the blonde teen beamed- winking cheerfully. "Well. . . If you promise."

The macaroni began to bubble again- but this time, because it was ready. Lunch was served.

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Ending Note: This one was inspired by my own actions, actually. I tend to make mac-n-cheese like Rosette does. . . By allowing the water to boil over twenty zillion times. (sweat drop) Hope you enjoyed! Please R and R!