This was written for the prompt "believe."

I do not own Chrono Cross, so please do not sue me.

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"Nikki!" called the voluptuous dancer as she rapped on the singer's dressing room door, "Are you coming out? We go on in fifteen minutes… Nikki?"

The woman tried the door handle when she received no answer, and to her surprise it open easily. She examined the room from where she stood and found the androgynous singer sitting at his vanity, head in his arms. She glided across the room and placed her hand lightly on Nikki's shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Miki asked quietly, eyes filled with worry.

"I can't go out there, there's no point," Nikki muttered, voice muffled by his arms.

Miki's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? I thought you loved performing."

Nikki lifted his head and looked into his dancer friend's eyes.

"I did," he answered solemnly, "but no one seems to hear my message anymore; it's all pointless."

Miki smiled sympathetically at her singer and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I believe in you message."

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Nikki always struck me as the touchy musician. Anyway, you can take this as friendship or romance between the two, though I intended it more for romance.