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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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In the summer of the year 980, Queen Leene had thrown a gigantic carnival in Leene Square to celebrate her marriage to the new king. The carnival was a hit, and the entire town of Guardia had crowded in to the place. Soda-drinking contests, costumed foot races, and traditional dance-offs pervaded the event. In fact, the event was such a hit that the king and his chancellor had already started planning various events to take place at the fairgrounds in years to come.

A young woman with straight, green hair strolled through the Square, munching on a bag of bright pink cotton candy. The front of her red and white checker-patterned blouse was open partway, functioning as a "Look at me!" sign for any passing men. Gina winked at the Steel Runner and suggestively licked some cotton candy off of her index finger as she passed him by, causing the costumed knight to swoon and fall in to fourth place behind the Green Ambler. She grinned, the memory of their little rendezvous the previous afternoon still fresh in her mind. "Honestly, I'm surprised he can even walk straight." She looked up at the fluffy clouds overhead. "I probably should have found out his name, too." It hardly mattered. She had no intention of seeing the Steel Runner again, as he was just another notch on her bedpost.

Suddenly, she was blind! "Guess who," said a deep voice from behind her. Gina flipped around and kneed him in the groin. "Sweet mother of..." A thud resonated behind her and she opened her eyes.

"Oh, Taban! Sorry!" Gina found it sort of amusing, seeing the burly inventor in the fetal position, cupping his jewels. She helped him to his feet after he finished crying.

"We've got to stop greeting each other like this, Gina." Her childhood friend's voice had partially returned to its normal pitch. "What have you been up to?"

"I'm just doing my usual thing, checking out the exhibits. Quite a fair, isn't it?"

Taban gazed toward Leene's Bell, shining in the distance. "I'll say. I've had a ton of visitors over at my paper shredder display. You ought to come and see it, although I am still working on a few bugs..."

"Maybe I will," said Gina. She had almost no interest in Taban's ridiculous inventions, but knew when to be a good sport. Besides, Taban had helped her around the house plenty of times since she moved away from her parents' place. They walked to the back of the park, passing under Leene's Bell, where Taban's exhibit had been stashed by the event coordinators so that it was out of sight of the more popular stands. A breeze blew by, not heavy enough to make the bell ring. To Taban's surprise, a small group of kids had gathered over near his machine and were playing on the conveyor belt, laughing their heads off.

"Hey! Get off of that thing, it's dangerous!" Taban shooed them away and got out a rag to clean up any dirt smudges.

"This is a stupid ride," one of the boys said. Kids were always the harshest critics, Gina thought to herself.

"It's not a ride! It's for shredding old papers that are sitting around the house," Taban argued.

"Boring!" a little girl called out, feigning a yawn.

The children ran off, leaving Gina and Taban alone in the exhibition area. Gina couldn't help but chuckle as Taban frantically wiped down the device. "Isn't this thing a little big for shredding papers?" She examined the gigantic glass dome connected to the conveyor belt, wondering what justification its existence could possibly serve.

Taban put down his rag and sighed. "I know, but it requires a ton of power, so I'm using this dome to collect solar energy. One day I hope I can figure out a way to make these things run on less juice. If only I were just a bit smarter..." He kicked the machine and looked down.

Gina placed an arm on her friend's shoulder. "Well, you're the smartest man I know. Even if it takes you twenty years, I know you'll figure something out." Gina smiled at him, taking another bite of the cotton candy. Just then, a blue-haired woman in a yellow sundress arrived, looking interested in the machine. Gina suspected she was interested in a different sort of equipment, though, as the woman stole a glance at Taban's butt before prodding the paper shredder.

With no desire to get in the newcomer's way, Gina backed off. "I'll come back and see you soon, Taban." He turned and waved good-bye without looking at Gina, and then started chatting with the woman, whose name Gina caught as "Lara." She was happy to see Taban with a girl. Taban had ignored her suggestions and advances so many times over the years that she had wondered if he was gay, or worse, attracted to his machines.

Gina headed back toward the racetrack, wondering if that guy in the dinosaur costume might be interested in a date. However, as she passed under Leene's Bell, it started ringing brightly. She jumped, startled, and looked up at it. No wind had passed by. "Beautiful..." The way the bell parted the sun's glare as it swung back and forth moved her, though she couldn't place the reason. Without warning, a blunt force made Gina fall head-first on the ground beneath the bell, barely managing to cover her face with her hands to cushion the blow.

"Ow! Uh, sorry." A strong hand offered her a way up. Expecting Taban, Gina instead saw a man in a blue tunic, with crazy (very cute, she thought) spiky hair. He had the grin of a doofus that totally had not just knocked a pretty girl flat on her face. "Are you okay?" His voice sounded gentle, but confident.

"I'm excellent, thanks." The pain had vanished, and he brushed some of her long, green hair out of her face. Gina couldn't believe the man would touch her so casually, but something about it felt comforting.

"Hi, Excellent. I'm..."

Leene's Bell rang, and birds chirped loudly outside. Gina bolted up from her pillow at once. Even though the sound of the bell was faint, it always managed to yank her out of her slumber in the mornings. The night before barely registered in her mind. She couldn't think about much other than the dream she'd just had and the fact that she felt a bit agitated. Gina slumped up and slipped on a bathrobe to cover her silk nightwear. She remembered that there had been a guest, a friend of Crono's, but everything about their conversation remained fuzzy.

The lousy cat scratched at the door, so Gina set it free for a sunny morning mouse-hunt. Afterwards, Gina entered her living room and looked around. No sign of the girl or her son. Curious, she walked up the steps, somewhat giddily, to see if she had migrated to his room. She entered the room to only find it empty, though. Naturally, Crono had not made his bed or opened the blinds. Gina returned downstairs and noticed a scrap of paper that had fallen off of the front door. She picked it up and read:

"Thank you for talking to me last night, Gina. It felt like having a mother all over again. Crono's taking me home now. He'll be back this afternoon. Hopefully.

Best regards,

Marle

P.S. Please say "Hi" to Lucca for me some time."

"Hm." Why couldn't Marle speak with Lucca herself, she wondered? Maybe she lived in Porre. "Well I'm fed up with being left in the dark." Gina saw a picture of her husband on the side of the staircase. She had met him at the Wedding Fair 20 years ago, and as she gazed at the picture vague recollections of the all-too-brief time they shared coursed through her, particularly a few memorable bedroom adventures. Lightly cupping her left breast and feeling the nipple at attention, Gina recalled the previous night in full detail. She had fallen asleep immediately after leaving Marle on the couch the previous night, not even bothering to relieve her frustration.

After breakfast and a quick bath, Gina opened her drawers to pick out a decent outfit. As she pulled out some socks, her eyes homed in on a piece of red fabric jutting out from underneath a stack of panties. She yanked on it, discovering a set of skimpier red panties she had not worn in a few years. "Well, they're calling me, I suppose." She had bought them for a date she'd kept secret from Crono, but it never went anywhere so they had been abandoned ever since. The Steel Runner turned out to be married with eight children, so they had instead shared a quiet evening as friends. She couldn't help but feel like the incident had rubbed her loneliness in further.

While looking for a clean dress to wear, Gina noticed a checkered pattern in the middle of a pile of her modest everyday clothes. Sure enough, it was the same shirt she had worn to that fair twenty years back; the one that Taban claimed to make her look like a cute country girl. "There's no way this could still fit me," she breathed, remember how truly long twenty years was. "What the hell." Shrugging, she gave it a go.

"Huh." It fit a little tightly, but not too bad. Gina turned around and looked at herself from the back in her mirror. "Ugh, my ass is huge now." She blinked, and when her eyes were open again, the widow thought she saw her husband giving her a playful squeeze.

"Looks great to me!" He pulled on the panties and they slapped against her.

Startled, Gina shut her eyes and shook her face. Nobody there. "Gina, you are going completely insane," she muttered.

After getting dressed, she headed south from her quaint home, noticing for the first time in many years how very small it looked. Leaving the port, a shopkeeper on his way to work passed her and turned around, letting out a brief wolf whistle that transitioned in to a bird song before scurrying off with his new shipment of Mid Ethers. Gina crossed the bridge connecting Guardia to Taban's little island. The familiar sound of machinery chugged from the small two-story house. "I'm going to get to the bottom of this," she said, walking up to the door and ringing the buzzer Lucca had constructed.
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