Oh, it's me again! After my long absence, I come bearing even MORE wiritng for you. Granted, this is the risque piece I left a note about in another fic.

And I'll warn you now, turn back if you can't stand bits of lime and a er...very forward Chrno. And that's why I rated this the way it is...I wanted to be safe. Don't kill me, please. I need to live, so I can work, so I can make money.

Before I dive in, I'll tell you where the idea came from. (Bear with me, cause it's not exactly a grand idea...I don't know how I morphed it into this fic.) For any of you that read the manga, have you ever noticed the way Chrno acts when he's around Rosette and Remington at the same time? Well uh, for some reason, it makes me think our adorable little demon can harbor quite a jealous streak. So...what if that comes forward? I think demon instict might come into play...(but not like that). Yes, Chrno can be considered OOC all you want. I'm blaming it on his demon instincts. You'll see why.

Final note: I want to sincerely and greatly thank everyone who left me kind words about my situation. I really, really appreciate it. Thank you very much for your patience and support.

With that said, enjoy. Spare a review if you have input. If I should continue, leave it as it is, or whatever else you might have to say. Thanks again for your continued support.

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Crossing the Line

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Rosette Christopher flopped back onto her bed, staring at the ceiling through half-lidded eyes. Morning mass always made her extremely tired afterward and today was no exception. Minister Remington was a decent speaker, she'd grant him that, but what Sisters weren't admiring his handsome features would surely be lulled to sleep (or at least to a dazed state) by his monotone reading of scriptures.

A knock came upon the blonde girl's door and she blinked, sitting up as she rubbed her eyes. "Yes?" she called sleepily.

"Aren't you coming to get breakfast, Rosette?"

She smiled at the sound of her partner's voice. "Yeah, I'm coming," the young nun spoke as she lifted herself from the bedsheets and rose to greet the violet-haired demon.

But no sooner had the door opened when a fellow Sister came barrelling down the hall, halting sharply as she reached Rosette's open door. "Ah, Rosette! Sister Kate would like to see you and Chrno right awayPlease follow me!"

Great. Just great. She was going to miss breakfast. 'Probably a mission that couldn't wait,' she thought, blowing her cheeks out in aggravation as she followed the messenger to Sister Kate's office, Chrno quietly in tow.

That woman had it in for her. She was sure of it.

But the young exorcist was floored when she stomped into the head nun's room (Chrno trailing slightly behind her irritated form) and found the hazel-eyed woman smiling warmly in welcome. Rosette gaped back at her, wondering what in the world this little visit could have in store. ...This was the calm before the storm, perhaps?

Still smiling in a most unnatural way, the head sister rose to her feet. "Sister Rosette, Chrno, I'm most pleased to say that I have wonderful news for the both of you."

Her demon companion shifted uneasily beside her and the blonde girl forced a smile to her face (which ended up twitching). Somehow she felt this news wouldn't be so wonderful from her point of view, and it seemed Chrno felt the same way. Nonetheless, she swallowed her doubt and kept the plastic smile glued to her face. "Oh really, Sister Kate? What might that be?"

"You've been having problems with unnecessary destruction habits, have you not, Sister Rosette?" The nun was still grinning widely and Rosette felt a lump form in her throat.

"Well Ma'am, the demons get a little out of hand at times and tend to-"

"Ah, but I've found a solution for you," the head interrupted, motioning toward the door behind the two bewildered partners. "You may come in."

The door creaked ominously as it swung open and the exorcist duo whirled around curiously. A young man entered through the opening, soft brown hair falling over dark green eyes. As he approached the desk, he seemed to carry an arrogant air about him, particularly noticeable by his posture and the smile upon his features that could almost be labeled as a haughty smirk.

The mysterious young man, clad in the Magdalene militia uniform, bowed deeply before the head nun and straightened. "Matthew Riverston, Miami Exorcist specialist, at your service."

Rosette was still lost as to what this newcomer had to do with the urgent call to the head's office. He came from Florida? That was an awfully long way from New York. She glanced beside her to rest her azure gaze on her partner's reaction to the turn of events. And suddenly felt her eyebrows shoot upward.

The violet-haired demon's crimson eyes were riveted on the new arrival and narrowed dangerously, canines peaking out from beneath his upper lip as something that sounded strangely like a growl emitted softly from his throat.

What in the...?

It wasn't like Chrno to judge someone so quickly. At least, not unless he felt the person were dangerous to some extent. Did he perhaps feel evil intentions from this Matthew boy?

The questions continued to race through her mind and she was abruptly caught offguard when a masculine hand extended toward her. She blinked, her gaze shifting to meet forest-colored eyes and a wide grin. "It will be a pleasure to work with you, Miss Rosette," the young man stated good-naturedly as he kept his hand extended to the girl.

Wait a minute..."pleasure to work with"! Whoa. Did she miss something?

Hesitantly, she grasped the waiting hand, half-registering the re-enforced growl that rumbled to her right. "Erm, hi, Mr. Riverston," Rosette lifted the fake smile to her features once more, noticing he had yet to let go of her hand. "I'm afraid I already have a partner, but I'm sure one of the other Sisters here would love a helping hand." She quickly pulled her hand away from the strong grasp and let it fall safely to her side.

"He will be working with you and Chrno, Sister Rosette," the head spoke up, her smile still present but words stating a definite finality. "He's been well-trained in keeping damages to a minimum and his skills as an exorcist are simply excellent as well. Mr. Riverston will be a most valuable asset to your team."

"But Chrno and I do fine on our own, Sister!" the blonde tornado protested, her anger surfacing rapidly.

"This will not be disputed," Kate stated, pointing toward the door. "You are dismissed. And I expect full cooperation, from both of you."

Rosette immediately turned and stomped out of the office, muttering indignantly under her breath.

Just her flipping luck. Stuck with some new guy who was there to keep mission damage under control? She sighed inwardly. Maybe she should at least try to be nice. Afterall, he was probably torn from his home base in Florida to come all the way up here.

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He didn't like this. He didn't like it one tiny bit.

Why did he and Rosette need help all of a sudden? Sure, Rosette could trash a few cars and ensure the collapse of a building or two, but she handled the demons themselves very well. Especially with his help.

Yes, his help.

Not this other young male who had suddenly waltzed into his territory, uninvited. Oh, how he'd enjoy clawing the smirk off of that man's face. Strutting about as though he were the alpha male in the group...the nerve of that-

"Chrno, are you listening to me?"

The demon coughed through his soup, quickly focusing his ruby gaze on the girl beside him. "Sorry, Rosette. I was thinking about something."

She frowned back at him. "I wanted to know what you thought of this new addition to our team."

"We don't need an addition," he ground out as he turned his eyes back toward the bowl of soup still resting before him.

"I don't think so, either," Rosette readily agreed, crossing her arms. "But Sister Kate has more or less forced one on us." A tensed silence followed her speech, until she sighed aloud. "Do you think we should just make the best of it, Chrno? It's not his fault he got stuck with us, afterall."

She chuckled and the violet-haired demon frowned, recalling the animated demeanor of the young man. For someone who got "stuck" with them, the boy sure seemed to be enjoying the situation.

"Well, if it isn't my partners!" a cheery voice announced out of thin air, startling Rosette and causing the crimson-eyed demon's frown to deepen immensely. "Mind if have lunch with you?"

Without waiting for a reply, the brown-haired youth sat down opposite of Rosette, grinning at the blonde. Focusing on her earlier decision, the young nun smiled back. "Good afternoon, Matthew. We'd be delighted to have your company, wouldn't we Chrno?" She nudged the boy in the side, who grunted, displeasure filling his ruby eyes as they landed on the new arrival.

Matthew glanced back and forth between the two, seemingly amused. "You two spend a lot of time together, don't you?" he asked curiously, then motioned to the glaring demon as his eyes rose to meet sapphires once more. "Is he your brother or a relation? Awfully young to be doing this sort of work, isn't he?" He paused as he continued to scrutinize the duo. "And you don't look anything alike."

The Florida-native appeared completely oblivious to the darkening expression on Chrno's face, much unlike his Contractor, who could once again sense a great dislike flowing off of the demon in waves. The pocket watch gave a telltale crackle, alerting Rosette to the extent of her partner's irritation. She swallowed, knowing she couldn't very well tell Matthew what Chrno really was.

Unfortuneately, Rosette hadn't been the only one to notice the clock sparking to life. Green eyes fixed on the object, viewing it with great interest. "Oh, an antique watch? Looks to be malfunctioning a little bit," He reached a tanned hand across the table. "I know a little about mechanics. I can take a look at it for you."

A tiny gasp escaped the young woman's throat as her demon companion's hand immediately latched securely onto the watch, fingers just barely brushing the cloth over her chest underneath the device.

"Don't even touch it," Chrno warned fiercely, red eyes narrowed at the male exorcist.

The brunette didn't appear fazed in the least, as he laughed aloud. "It appears your little brother doesn't like me very much," he directed toward the blonde.

"We're not related," Rosette clarified, shifting uncomfortably. Chrno had yet to remove his hand.

Matthew ignored her response, reaching his hand out to ruffle the demon's purple hair roughly. "Aw, protecting your "big sister" aren't you? How touching."

The watch gave another crackle beneath her partner's palm and Rosette nearly jumped, looking around the crowded mess hall wildly. This would be a bad, bad place for the seal to be broken.

Abruptly shoving her chair backward, the blonde Sister stood quickly (simultaneously succeeding in the removal of the demon's hand from the pocketwatch). "W-Well! I think the other Sisters will be needing some help with that planting in the gardens," her voice rushed through the words desperately as she spoke. "And I believe the Elder could use your help in the laboratory, Chrno," she added, giving the crimson-eyed boy a sharp elbowing in the back.

The brunette exorcist rose, placing his hands on the table's edge and smiling widely as he leaned forward. "Oh, plants? I lovegardening! May I join you?"

Rosette blinked at the eagerness in the young man's voice, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly. "Well, if the other Sisters don't mind, then-"

"No."

Two pairs of eyes, one set of blue and the other green, snapped instantly toward the speaker. The latter had his own red eyes focused back on the green, as if challenging the owner of them to dare and argue against his statement.

-Which he did.

"Oh, come on, kid. Don't you think your protectiveness is going a bit far?" Matthew smiled lop-sidedly at the demon boy. "You can't speak for her like that, you know. Let her make her own decisions."

Crimson eyes never wavered. "She's not going anywhere with you."

Rosette's own irritation finally broke the surface. "It's just gardening, for crying out loud!" Her partner shifted his gaze to her, which she met directly with her own azure stare. The blonde teen then leaned closer to Chrno. "You and I are going to have a talk later," she whispered, exasperated with his behavior. Standing upright again, her voice returned to normal. "The Elder is waiting for you," she stated as she gave the violet-haired boy another rough impact upon his back. "So you'd better get going."

Rosette crossed her arms and watched him as he rose and headed for the door, occasionally glancing back at her and Matthew with a frown. What in the world had gotten into him?

Finally, the miniature demon faded out of sight and the young blonde exorcist turned to Matthew with an apologetic bow. "I'm really sorry about Chrno's behavior," she said softly. "He usually isn't like this at all."

The Florida teen laughed it off, waving his hands in a casual manner as they began the trek to the gardens. "No worries, no worries. I know he's just trying to protect you," Matthew assured with a smile, then rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Though he seems to be going a bit farther with it than I thought a kid such as him might."

A bead of sweat slowly made its way down Rosette's brow as she managed a shaky laugh in response. Just how long could the truth behind Chrno be kept a secret if they were going to be working with this young man from now on? It was plainly obvious that Sister Kate had not breathed a word of Chrno's origins to Matthew. And it seemed as though the demon himself might blow his own cover with his loss of temper if he wasn't careful.

"By the way, Rosette, I heard an interesting rumor," the southern exorcist spoke as they approached the greenhouse, pulling the girl from her worried thoughts. "And I wondered if you might confirm it for me."

The blonde teen halted in mid-step, turning wide sapphire-colored eyes to meet the curious emerald green. Perhaps he had gotten wind of Chrno afterall?

"Is it true that you didn't join the Order of Magdalene for the sake of becoming a Sister?"

Rosette sucked in her breath. Where could he have learned something like that? Part of her was relieved it wasn't about Chrno, but another part was worried about the smile on his features. Why would he be interested in such a rumor? He was a Brother from Florida, wasn't he?

"Well," she started, unsure."It doesn't matter, does it? Whether I were or weren't a real Sister, I can still put my all into doing my job."

His smile remained, though her eyes were fixed on her boots. "Oh, but it does matter," he corrected. "You see...I'm in the same boat as you are."

Her bewildered expression rose to meet his smiling face in an instant. "Huh?"

"I'm not really a full Brother either, Rosette," he clarified. "I have other reasons for joining up. However..." Matthew reached down and clasped his hand around hers, leading her toward the back of one of the greenhouses. A tree overshadowed them from one side, the back wall of the greenhouse creating a barrier on the other. "I have taken none of those vows that the other Brothers and Sisters take," he finally spoke again, stepping a little closer to her as he let go of her hand. "I'm not bound by their ways."

Rosette felt a flicker of fear come to life in her chest. "Why are you telling me this?" she questioned, voice unusually timid.

"Because we are alike," he stated simply, gently situating his fingers under her chin to lift her gaze back to his. "I thought perhaps the rumor was too good to be true. And what a shame it would have been if it were. I was quite taken with you the moment I laid eyes on you this morning. Your bright blue eyes captivated me immediately."

The blonde exorcist backed up and he followed her movements, until she was pressed snuggly against the metallic backing of the greenhouse. Her lips worked soundlessly as she tried to form a protest, but could coax nothing to come out.

"We are not held to these laws, Rosette. This is what we need," he breathed against her lips softly.

Within the next moment, Matthew's lips pressed up against hers urgently, his kiss swallowing any reply she had been trying to form. And for a moment, Rosette merely blinked. The touch of lips upon hers was somehow...vaguely familiar. Her eyes almost began to close as she recalled the feeling. 'Chrno...'

-And almost instantly, the blue orbs snapped open again. What in God's name was she doing? There was no time to be daydreaming! This guy was stealing her first kiss!

With a growl of fury, her gloved fist rammed into the side of the young man's skull, sending him offbalance and effectively removing his connection from her face as he reeled off to the side. Rosette panted heavily, her fists still raised to strike if he made a move toward her again. "How..How dare you!" she bit out savagely.

Rubbing his cheek and chuckling, Matthew crossed right by her and flashed another smile from over his shoulder, green eyes dark. "You can deny it all you want, but I felt your response."

Without another word, the strange young male walked away, leaving the stunned Rosette behind. Once he was out of sight, she fell to her knees, all strength in her legs giving out. She'd responded? Yes, yes she had. But...she had been thinking of someone else and a feeling she'd felt before, even if it were just a dream. Regardless, it had now been implied that she readily responded to Matthew, or so he thought. She bit her lip, gloved hands fisting in the grass before her. Things were going to get sticky. 'But at least Chrno didn't witness that,' she thought with an inward sigh of relief.

Speak of the devil, indeed. No sooner had the thought surfaced when a familiar purple braid came flying around the corner of the greenhouse.

The crimson-eyed demon stopped just short of his fallen Contractor. "Rosette? I just saw that...guy go past here." 'And he looked awfully pleased with himself,' Chrno thought, hand fisting at his side. "Did something happen?"

She waved her hands, a shaky laugh coming forth from her throat. "No, of course not," she assured his worried gaze. "I was just being clumsy and tripped."

Chrno's eyebrows furrowed suddenly as he scrutinized her form, coming closer as he did so. The blonde girl blinked at his intense stare, blue eyes wide as a small trail of sweat rushed down the left side of her face. "W-What?" she questioned hesitantly.

The silent demon responded by pressing his hands to her shoulders, pushing her back up against the metal wall behind her, holding her gently but firmly pinned before him. His ruby gaze turned darker and locked with her eyes as he leaned down, face hovering just centimeters from her own. Another small period of silence followed and Rosette held her breath, a flush rapidly rising to her cheeks from his close proximity.

"I can smell him on you."

Rosette gasped lightly, hearing his soft but harshly-undertoned words. Shoot. How was she going to wiggle out of this predicament now?

The fair-haired girl forced another chuckle. "Matthew was helping me after I tripped," she explained, trying not to concentrate on his closeness or hard red stare. "I told him it was no big deal, but I guess he insisted on making sure I was okay. Completely and utterly unnecessary if you ask me, but he-"

Her words died off completely when Chrno's right hand unlatched from her shoulder and approached her face, thumb brushing over her bottom lip as his crimson eyes narrowed, flashing for a brief second.

"The scent is concentrated right here."

Heat rose to her face more rapidly. "W-W-Well that's because..." she sputtered in a flustered state, searching her muddled mind for a solution.

"Enough," he stated as his thumb pressed against both of her lips, effectively silencing her. "You babble when you lie, Rosette. There's no point in trying to make more excuses. However..." The demon's thumb brushed across the length of her lips rather roughly, as though removing an invisible stain, then released and joined his hand back to where it replanted its hold upon her shoulder.

"I won't allow him to take what belongs to me," Chrno growled with finality, harshly pressing his mouth against Rosette's trembling lips and closing what small distance remained between them.

Her mind blurred over once more, losing herself in the sensations that assaulted her relentlessly. Yes, this was very familiar. She must have dreamed of it many times. The warmth of Chrno's kiss.

But nearly as soon as it had begun, the liplock came to an abrupt end as the demon quickly pulled away.

Rosette stared up at him through a blissful haze, lips still parted invitingly and blue eyes half-lidded. Chrno reached out and tucked a stray golden hair behind her ear. "You seem to understand," he spoke with a light smile, which quickly faded back to a frown. "But he does not."

The fogginess of her conscience finally lifted, and in realizing her second kiss had just been stolen (though she had quite willingly complied), the blonde exorcist jumped to her feet, fists vibrating in anger.

"You stay out of this, Chrno! I can deal with him on my own!" the wild young girl shouted. "It was bad enough that he stole my first kiss and now you think you can just waltz in and take the second?"

'Honestly!' Rosette thought, furiously turning her back on the demon Sinner as she began walking away. 'Everyone in this bloody convent has gone nuts today!'

"That's impossible, Rosette."

The blonde tornado stopped in her tracks, flashing him a glare from over her shoulder. "What in the world are you talking about?"

"He couldn't have stolen your first kiss," Chrno stated simply.

She blinked, cocking her head to the side in bewilderment. And ruby eyes widened at her obvious confusion.

"You don't remember?" he sputtered incredulously, unbelieving. 'Perhaps she really had been asleep.'

Rosette was nearing her last nerve. "I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOU-"

"I took your first kiss, Rosette," he interrupted, causing her tone and speech to die within the very second she heard him. "At least, I thought it was your first," he added, eyes narrowing at the thought that someone might have reached her lips even before that time.

The blonde exorcist stood rigidly, her back to him as she held a hand to her chest to calm her racing heart. "It...wasn't a dream?" she near-whispered in question, mainly to herself.

But the Sinner's sensitive pointed ears picked her words out easily, his expression darkening at the thought that she hadn't even been concious when he...

Wait a minute, why was it bothering him so much? It should be a relief that she thought it had merely been a dream, right? ...No. He wanted her to know he was the first. And that he claimed her before anyone else did.

"Of course it wasn't a dream," Chrno bit out, more harshly than he had intended.

The young demon exorcist spun around, surprise etched onto every inch of her features. Was it just her, or did he sound almost...angry about her lack of remembrance? She suddenly felt awkward and ashamed, though she had no reason to be. "I'm sorry that I can't recall exactly what happened," she started, her blue eyes beginning to widen further as he approached her swiftly. "I mean, that is...uh..."

Rosette was not used to this side of Chrno, not in the least. There didn't appear to be any of the normal humor in his eyes, or even a calm smile on his lips. And he'd all but proudly stated that he'd been the one to steal her first kiss?

Something was definitely wrong here.

But she was not given time to deliberate further. Within the next instant, he pulled her to him, sensuously licking the outline of her bottom lip with his tongue. "You'll remember, Rosette," he near-purred against her lips. "I'll burn it back into your memory."

And he did. Just like a brilliant and scalding flame of intense desire, his mouth set hers on fire. Lips heatedly pushed upon her own, right hand burning a trail down the side of her face as it stroked the open skin. And she let herself be consumed in the flames, instinctively applying pressure back to him as his tongue coaxed her own lips to part enough to let him in.

Rosette was drowning in the numerous sensations his intimate touch was delivering. It was not soft and gentle, like the one he stole from her so long ago.

It was dangerous and hot, controlling, dominant, agressive...

He was not allowing her to be the tamer, as he so often did in other cases. Any extra pressure, or touch that she administered fell slack and helpless to a stronger and deeper retaliation from him. It was a silent command, one that clearly stated she was not to try and take control.

What could have caused this change in him?

Finally, the sear of flesh on flesh came to a slow close. He released her mouth in an almost excruiatingly sluggish manner, finally breaking away with a last nibble at her bottom lip.

"There's someone coming," he spoke in a gruff whisper.

The violet-haired Sinner fully released his hold on her, though his dark red eyes remained focused upon her flushed features for a moment afterwards.

"There you are, Rosette!" announced an annoyed voice from around the side of the greenhouse.

The blonde nun whirled around instantly, nearly losing her balance in the process. Sister Anna stood there, hands on her hips and glowering back at the apprentice militia.

Rosette finally managed a nervous smile in response, but could not force any words to come from her throat.

Both Sister's were mildly surprised when Chrno stepped beside his Contractor, offering words in her place. "Sorry for the delay, Anna. I'm finished talking with Rosette," he explained lightly, his tone still holding the odd and un-Chrno-like quality. "For now," he added in a mere hint of a whisper, meant for his partner's ears alone.

The red-haired nun blinked, aqua eyes studying the demon curiously for a second. "Ah, sure. No worries," she waved her hands, a small smirk resting on her lips as her gaze shifted to the blonde teenager. "I just kind of figured that she was slacking off, like usual."

Rosette, still at a loss for words, did not bite the bait.

Anna raised an eyebrow at the girl's unusually silent and calm form, then chanced a quick glance back at the demon, whose expression had still not changed.

For the life of her, the freckled redhead could not understand why Rosette wasn't throwing a tantrum or being violent in any manner, and why the docile diminutive creature next to her was neither smiling nor cracking a joke at his partner's expense.

Their talk must have been really serious, the Sister decided.

"Right!" chirped the blue-eyed exorcist, though her voice cracked. "On to the gardening!"

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Chrno watched the two Magdalene exorcists exit into the waiting greenhouse, then turned his head in the other direction, frowning darkly.

Matthew Riverston.

The first to ever cross the line Chrno hoped no man would ever dare to even step upon.

The crimson-eyed demon never had to deal with feelings as harsh as these up to this point. No threats of the male kind had come this near to Rosette before.

Especially not ones whose aura's were busting at the seams with lust and desire.

Yes, this foolish human boy was looking for a mate. He knew the scent immediately. The horrible male teen didn't even try to hide it. As a matter of fact, he flaunted it.

And the bastard dared to choose his Contractor? His Rosette? His mate?

...No, perhaps she wasn't his mate yet. Chrno was allowing plenty of time for that. He'd never had to worry about moving quickly before. Not in that sense, anyway.

The violet-haired Sinner did not appreciate the blonde minister's attentions to Rosette, but at least he was certain that Remington was not only out of her league, but had no intentions of moving in on his Contractor in that manner.

And the Elder was just screwed up in the head toward women in general. No real threat there.

But now...Now someone was trying to cut in from nowhere, and steal Rosette from right under his nose.

Oh, how his blood boiled dangerously at the thought.

He'd spent a long time being patient, never pressing anything. Chrno had stolen that one kiss from her in the past, but it had been fleeting and innocent. She hadn't even remembered.

The demon boy could no longer dawdle along now that a real threat had arrived. If he didn't secure his interest in her, he was certain the arrogant brunette was going to seduce her.

And if anyone thought he was going to sit back and let that happen, they were sorely mistaken.

The bond between the ruby-eyed demon and the blonde Sister was special. No one could deny that. Being bound by soul was a connection that words could not even come close to conveying.

But it did not mean that they would be forced to be mates, by any means. Rosette was free to choose her own mate.

Despite that truth, Chrno was not going to sit back and let the green-eyed boy snatch her.

What kind of person kisses another before barely even knowing their name?

It disgusted him immensely. That male eyesore hadn't even made a single attempt at getting to know her before he started moving in on his desires. No time was taken to build a relationship.

He took the time to build a very solid relationship with the blonde teen. Moreso than anyone else. Trust, friendship, loyalty, care...

A tanned and clawed hand clenched painfully taught at the crimson-eyed demon's side.

Matthew Riverston would not be Rosette Christopher's mate.

Not while the demon Sinner still lived and breathed in this world.

...Not even if he had to move forward, himself.

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To be continued...?

Hmm. I'm not sure. What do the readers think? Is this idea worth expanding upon?

I will press upon my warning, again. I have every intention of bringing lime into play. If it bothers you, cease from reading, cause it's only going to get steamier. Not to the point of lemon, but definitely more than you have witnessed in this chapter.

Chrno's character is not a light, happy, and innocent persona in this fic. His instincts are only going to intensify from this point onward. Likewise, he's going to confuse Rosette even worse than he does in Blank Pages. (Yes, it'll be that much). I don't need to be reminded that he's being OOC. I'm quite aware of it.

Anyway, review if you can spare a minute or two. I'd like to know if I should keep going with this idea. While I rather enjoy writing Chrno while bringing the things he often hides to the surface, I can understand people don't necessarily like to read something like that. But you should already know I'm insane if you've read "Crimson Intolerance", in which Chrno is drunk off his rocker.

Thank you for sparing the time to read.