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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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She hadn't eaten or slept since the guard arrived at 2:00 in the morning. The sun's absence now decorated the city of Guardia in a dark blanket illuminated only by the Millennial Fair's ever-burning festival lights. All Gina could do was stare at his bed, as the words refrained in her head again and again: "Your son has been executed for kidnapping Princess Nadia." She knew it had to be a lie. Crono would never have stolen a girl away from her home, and he probably wasn't smart enough to pull it off in the first place. How could he have escaped with a princess, right under the nose of the chancellor's troops?

Taban had come to visit and offer his condolences. Lucca was missing too. He believed the girl had taken off crying somewhere and would be back the next day, but Gina knew the pain of heartbreak too well. She knew that Lucca was likely in a much more desperate state than that, and might never return to Guardia, lest the memories of her best friend—not to mention the one she loved—haunt her.

Gina couldn't move. She couldn't move because, in spite of it all, her lust flared more violently than it had before pleasuring herself the day before. She blamed that lust; she had convinced herself that Crono's death was of her own doing. For seventeen years she had practically remained chaste, living only to ensure her husband's son would have a fulfilling, comfortable life. She had abandoned the promiscuous person she used to be, and believed Crono and herself were better off for it. But in the past few days, Gina had thrown her new image away, tried to pervert her son and the innocent Marle's relationship, and gotten off in a teenager's room with her sex toy. "I'm being punished for my lust," she decided. "Everyone that I've desired has been destroyed." Gina's eyelids fought back tears, and the cat tried in vain to warm her by rubbing against her bare legs. She hadn't seen or heard anything about Marle, either. The poor, innocent girl had been cursed to die a virgin by her wretched thoughts.

The sun came up and Gina's stomach could no longer go on without sustenance. When it growled to be fed harder than she yearned to touch herself again, Gina knew she must eat. There was no sense in killing herself as well. Unwilling to cook, she trudged like a zombie out of her home, passing by concerned Guardians and faces she had smiled at every other day. Gina made her way to the fairgrounds, where Crono's trip to the great beyond began. A corn dog stand parked up next to the big tent near the races caught her eye.

"Can I help you, Gina?" It was Fritz, the shop owner's son. Funny. She hadn't seen him in a while.

"Mmf," was all she could get out.

"Say no more, ma'am," the boy said, looking like seeing her had made all the difference in his world that day. He handed her one of the fried confections and she grabbed it lifelessly. "It's on the house." Gina looked at him inquisitively, but took a bite. She hated herself more almost immediately, because all she could think about was the innuendo some passing man might imagine in her consuming the phallus-shaped snack. "I owe your son my life," Fritz whispered to her. "When you see him again, tell him—" Tears swelled up in Gina's eyes, and Fritz knew better than to continue speaking. He looked fairly perplexed as she walked away, munching on her food, like he had completely misunderstood their non-conversation.

Gina stopped outside of the tent pitched in the main square, staring at the giant skull decorating its mouth.

"You seem lost, young lady." She turned to her right to see a disembodied head wearing clown makeup, two floating hands pantomiming as he spoke. "Is there something that has vanished from your life? Something you crave, that perhaps you require assistance in locating on this fine summer day?" She finished the corn dog and flung the popsicle stick at the creature's face. He seemed relatively unaffected. "Yes, yes. I can tell that you need Nolstein Bekkler's help today, though you are unsure of the precise reason, even now." He waved toward the tent, which Gina could not help but imagine resembled an entrance to the underworld. "Walk right on in, miss." Nothing better to do. She followed Bekkler without uttering a word.

The inside of the tent looked like a dungeon, devoid of any signs of life. "Charming," she muttered.

"Normally, I charge a fee for my services, but you look like an advanced case, and I've had plenty of business this week already." He directed Gina to the center of the room and opened the gates in the back. Three women walked out from the darkness, and Gina did a double take when she took in their appearances. One of them was HER, dressed in her work clothes and apron, hair tied behind her back. The woman she had been for nearly twenty years. The second... it was her again, wearing the checkered shirt, showing off some cleavage. The third was a young child with green hair and matching eyes.

"I'm Gina," the first woman said. Gina stared in disbelief; this was getting creepier by the moment, and she regretted coming in.

"I'm Gina," said the younger-looking one, eyeing Gina mischievously.

"I'm Gina," said the little girl, flashing a toothy smile.

"Wh-What is going on?" Gina breathed, unable to comprehend.

Bekkler chuckled. "One of these women represents the real you. I wonder if you can tell which one it is?" He hopped around, ecstatic, but Gina didn't feel amused.

"Which one... am I?" She wondered. The three figures started dancing, changing places, and giggling. At first Gina could keep track of them, but before long they were running from one spot to the next, and soon they became only blurs before her eyes. Terrified, Gina shrieked and covered her face with her hands.

"Open your eyes, Gina." Bekkler's maniacal voice remained impossible to ignore.

Slowly, she gathered the courage to look again. One woman remained before her eyes—the one in the low-cut attire, who winked suggestively at Bekkler's patron. "I don't understand!" Gina shouted.

"What you see, Gina, is what you have lost. What your psyche is searching for again, desperately. This soul was calling out for you today, and you arrived here to find it."

The whole thing began to sink in, and it frightened her. She knew that if she could become that free spirit once more, she'd jump at the opportunity, no matter what it cost her. Gina gasped. "No matter what it costs..." She could only think of her son, who she believed destroyed by her selfish desires.

"I sense that you are making a difficult choice, Gina." Bekkler's terrifying avatar floated right next to her now. "But perhaps part of that choice has already been made for you, hm?" She couldn't deny it. With Crono gone, there Gina had no reason to deny herself the pleasures she craved. With a great crashing sound, the soulless image of her younger self flashed, and a perfect copy of Crono stood before her instead.

"Stop tormenting me," she whispered to Bekkler, beginning to weep again.

"Consider it a gift, my dear," he said solemnly. "I usually have my customers play a game to earn one of these, but your need is great. It will be in his room when you return home." He floated a few feet away. "I am sorry for your loss. I created these dolls so that others could remember loved ones lost to time, but they have caused more sorrow than good, I'm afraid." He sighed. "Perhaps Belthasar was correct all those years ago. I am nothing but a jester, mocking the living with my talents." Without a word, he faded away.

An hour later, Gina sat on Crono's bed, the doll creating a familiar, but eerie atmosphere. She had known two wonderful men who looked just like the thing, and would give anything to see either of them again. Unable to stand the mannequin's presence, and still burdened by her traitorous longing desires, Gina returned to the first floor. She walked over to the kitchen to finish her dishes, but something seemed unusual—no, something WAS. A gigantic green portal stood open directly in front of the dishwasher, a mist that resembled the ocean's waves swirling inside. Terrified, but drawn to the abnormality, she walked right in to it. Crono's cat meowed in shock as Gina disappeared.
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