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Bringing Them All Back Home	By : khfun159 Category: +A through F > Chrono Trigger Views: 10686 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Chrono Trigger, and I make no profit off of this work. Also, I am ignoring Chrono Cross's existence for simplicity's sake.

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Author note here: As of 2/28/2011 I have edited Chapters 1-15 pretty heavily, and think the story reads a lot better now. Enjoy, and do leave a review/rating and let me know what you think. You won't offend me.

Another quiet evening, scrubbing the dishes at home. Gina noticed a new wrinkle emerging on her face in the reflection of a plate, then sighed as she added the sparkling dish to the stack. She stared at her son's pet, the ever-present yellow cat, and finished her mindless chore. Licking its paws one by one in the fading sunlight, the furball looked like the most content creature in the world. Gina imagined her son was much the same. The cat had everything she could possibly need in the little house. A full kitchen to hide and play around in, the occasional mouse sneaking in from the popcorn-littered fairgrounds... Sometimes the cat even had the company of her best friend, when he wasn't out cavorting with that brainy friend of his, Lucca Ashtear.

Gina paused outside the small, cozy living area decorated with various photographs of her small family. Where was her son, anyway? Crono had left home just before noon, giving her a quick smack on the cheek and taking his allowance without a word. She thought the rascal was just off to see Lucca's latest invention at the Millennial Fair, but Crono had not returned all day. "Oh well." Gina assumed the two friends had found something better to do, not that she was privy to it.

"That boy hasn't said a word to me since his balls dropped," she muttered to the cat, who started chucking up a hairball as Gina sat down on the sofa, which at this point had practically conformed to the shape of her round ass from the years of waiting on her son to come home from whatever hare-brained excursion he had run off to.

Gina grabbed the romance novel she had been reading over the past week and opened it to nowhere in particular. The words barely even registered as she stared past the pages, focusing on an old photograph hanging on the wall.

Seventeen years ago, Taban had snapped the simple wedding shot. No wrinkles muddying up her face, then. Gina let a pang of depression creep over her as she remembered how happy that day had been for both of them. Her friends had called it a shotgun wedding; the couple united in order to prepare for the unplanned birth of her only son, Crono. His likeness to the man of her dreams was a fantasy of Gina's at the time, reflected by the smiles in Taban's photograph.

Crono's cat suddenly leapt in to Gina's lap and pawed the lonely woman's apron, ready to take her evening nap. This might have surprised another woman, but Gina had become so accustomed to her current routine that nothing really did. "I hope those kids aren't up to something naughty," Gina said, feeling the animal purr as she rubbed its neck.

Although Gina had no regrets about her past, she hoped that her son would not screw himself in to the same situation as her husband. She wanted Crono to make something of himself before being forced to settle down, and worried that Lucca wasn't his type in the first place. Fortunately, The two kids had been best friends for over a decade, and in all that time, Crono had never displayed any interest in dating the scientist. At least, Gina had seen no evidence of it, but she knew how sneaky a teenage girl could act when she desired to.

Tired from her chores, Gina started dozing off with the cat. Just before passing out, an image of that inventor girl tip-toeing up the stairs with Crono flashed through Gina's mind, making her heart pulse quickly. Her body flung itself awake immediately, but a quick survey around the room revealed that nobody had come home.

Why couldn't she stop thinking about her son's love life? Gina had become enraged whenever her parents even mentioned her boyfriends as a teenager, and now she felt the urge to poke in to her son's business. She stared at the ceiling, thinking of her late husband, who she had hidden from her mother for months before introducing him. The strong, silent type. The men were practically identical, and as much as Gina hated to admit, she wanted her son to have the same pleasures she and her mate experienced in their youths.

Gina remembered all of the men she had shared brief affairs with before meeting Crono's father; by her son's age, she had engaged in activities that would have made her parents furious—more furious than when their daughter had found herself pregnant with her son. Gina had to smirk a bit, remembering that confrontation. They had embarrassed her, but there was a certain thrill in them finally discovering her promiscuity that gave her goose bumps to the present day.

"That does it, kitty!" The cat looked up at her, yawned, and curled back up in to a ball. "I want Crono to stop slacking around, wasting his youth, and have some real fun. No more of this scientific garbage! I have to find him a woman!" No sooner than she had said the words, Gina heard a bubbly giggle. The wooden door flew open and slammed against the wall, revealing the wild-haired young man who looked so much like his father. He was covered in bruises and exasperated. Behind him, with a grin from cheek to cheek, stood a vision of loveliness. Something about the girl's face glowed, putting Gina in a momentary trance.

Snapping out of it, Gina gasped. "Crono!" She hurried over to the pair, trying to hide the excitement she felt about him coming home with somebody other than Lucca. Crono grunted, looking like he could collapse at any moment. Gina ignored his struggles.

"My, how nice!" Gina approached the blonde girl to survey her, and she stared back with her azure eyes in a puzzled manner, now smiling politely.

Gina crossed her arms over her apron. "I've only seen you with Lucca! Who's your pretty new friend?" The girl was wearing an ordinary, comfortable-looking peasant's outfit of purest white. A lovely pendant resting above her cleavage seemed to draw the remainder of sunlight in to itself. Crono looked ready to die.

"Hi, I'm Marle!" the girl said, offering her hand to Gina. Her voice sounded like sunshine and rainbows.

Gina shook Marle's hand and stole another peek at the pendant, hoping it didn't look like she was ogling the girl. Something seemed fishy. "Marle, eh? I'm sure I've seen you before, dear!" She couldn't quite place it, but Marle grinned a bit more nervously, nearly sweating. Crono still appeared aloof to the conversation. "Now, where was that?" Gina retraced the kingdom of Guardia, trying to think of where she had seen Marle.

"Beats me, but I get that all the time!" The girl chuckled it off, but Gina knew the girl was not a completely new face. A loud thud snapped the widow out of her thoughts.

Crono had fallen to the floor and was now snoring like a wild bear, the yellow kitten pawing at his face.

"It seems you've taken a good bit out of my son today, dear. Just what were you two up to, now?" she asked with a wink.

Marle jumped two feet in the air and covered her mouth, while Crono hardly seemed to register a thing. "No, it's nothing like that, ma'am! Crono's just tired from helping Lucca out at, er, the exhibit."

Gina smirked suspiciously. "Whatever you say, young lady." She grabbed Crono's collar and started dragging him to the steps. "Stay for a bit if you would, Marle. I'll be back after I tuck this lunkhead in." Sweat dripped down Marle's neck, but she sat down as Gina hauled her son up the staircase, his head slamming in to each bump along the way.

"What is this woman going to do with me?" Marle wondered. She certainly knew what her father would probably have in store for Crono when they made it to Guardia Castle. The poor young man had been through too much, traveling after her through the Gate and saving her from a fate worse than death four hundred years in the past.

Upstairs, Gina finished tucking her son in and gazed at him; his satisfied, dreamy expression reminded her of his father, and the overwhelming desire she'd felt for him, once more. "Marle must feel the same as I did then," she thought aloud. "I'll see that she makes you happy, if she's the one you want, dear," Gina promised him quietly.

Marle's heart pounded in a death march as the older woman made the return journey down the steps, taking a seat right next to her on the couch. Gina smiled.

"So how was he?" she asked.
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