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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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Progressing through the portal was like traveling through a tunnel with her eyes closed, only bright spots illuminating the darkness underneath her eyelids. A mysterious howl resonated all around Gina throughout the journey. Finally, a bright flash signaled the end of her time in the shadows. Gina stepped out of the Gate in to her own home, but everything looked wrong. The refrigerator had disappeared, and her photographs no longer hung on the walls. The bedroom her husband had built no longer connected to the kitchen, and there was no sign of the furball. Strangest of all, a tall, looming figure in a purple cape with white, pointed ears and flowing, blue hair stood in front of her.

"What the hell is going on in my house?" she yelled, clenching her knuckles.

Immediately, the pale man turned around, looking positively shocked. "Someone followed me?!" Then he paused, a curious appearance of recognition on his face. "Hmph. I should have suspected." His arrogant tone got under Gina's skin straight away.

"What are you doing in my home, and what's with that get-up? I thought they'd slain all the vampires four hundred years ago." Gina had experienced enough drama for one day.

"Since you're already here, I guess there's no harm in explaining things," the man breathed. "I have come to investigate a temporal distortion that occurred in the year 1000 A.D." He pulled out a strange-looking device that curiously reminded Gina of the pendant Marle had worn around her neck two nights ago. "I see that we have arrived in the year 982. This Gate will close shortly, as the distance between years is so small." He sighed. "I will find none of the answers I seek in this era."

Gina felt even more confused at this point. 982? The only thing she could remember from then was her wedding. "Are you suggesting that we've traveled back in time? And does this mean that you were IN MY HOUSE?"

The man held his arms up guiltily. "I did not mean to intrude. I have no purpose interfering in the life of a common housewife."

"Widow," she corrected him, glumly.

"Then we share a similar curse. I am traveling across the epochs, in search of someone I lost many, many years ago." She only then noticed how he had a few gray strands of hair, and wore coarse wrinkles on his face that made her think of tear tracks. This man was tired of searching.

"So what do I call you?"

"I was once known as Janus." That name gave Gina an uneasy feeling, like she had heard it before, or would hear it in the near future, if this crazy time-travel detour meant anything at all.

"Well, are we going to head back now?" As much as her life stunk at the moment, the concept of getting trapped in the past frightened her more.

Janus peered at where the Gate once emanated; only a faint humming near the empty kitchen shelf remained. "We cannot. Somebody called this portal in to existence in order for us to witness an event. We must wait until it has occurred."

"How do you know that?"

He grinned. "I've traveled through hundreds of these Gates. When some unfortunate soul experiences a powerful desire to bring a friend back to life, or to change their own present in some other significant way, paths to a critical moments can be created." Gina could tell Janus knew what he was talking about, even though it sounded insane to her. "Without failure, an event will occur in which some choice must be made, or one minor change could affect the course of history. Something happened at this point in time that has called someone," he pointed straight at her, "to witness it."

"Me?"

"I know nothing of this place. You are the only one, Gina."

Gina rose her hand, but before she could ask how Janus knew her name, the latch on her door started to unlock. "Stand still!" Janus muttered, and he chanted a strange mantra. A black fog appeared around the two of them. At least, Gina thought it did, but she could see right through the smoke. "An ordinary man, unblessed by the gift of Magic cannot hear or see through this mist from the outside. We will observe from here." Although she still felt weirded out, Gina was now pretty glad Janus had appeared here with her.

The door swung open, and a grinning man wearing a white tuxedo walked in, carrying a young woman who positively glowed in a gorgeous, blue wedding dress. The same one Gina had worn to her wedding. "I should have seen this coming," she said. Janus nodded. They all said the same thing during these disturbances. Her husband, the spitting image of Crono, sat down on the couch and leaned down to kiss his bride romantically. Gina still clearly remembered that very kiss; seeing it happen again seemed almost redundant. Janus stared at the couple, completely stoic.

The bride's veil fell to the ground, her flowing hair set free. She smiled at the man. "I know we didn't wait, honey, but I still want us to remember this night for the rest of our lives." Gina remembered how the wedding had dragged on all day long, and her husband kept teasing her, pinching her butt or stroking her neck throughout the reception. By that night she had been insatiable. He rested a hand on her belly, feeling where Crono had begun to form. Gina had tears in her eyes, remembering precisely how she felt as the bride embraced him to initiate another deep kiss. Gina desperately wanted to move from the little kitchen and touch her husband again, but feared disturbing the couple. She felt enslaved by the room; the very same one she felt trapped inside every day in the present.

The groom removed his wife's layers of clothing; the dress came off easily enough, followed by her matching lacy, midnight blue bra. Gina surprised herself by growing in arousal at the sight of her younger form, nude but for her lace undergarments and silver stockings; she yearned to become that beautiful again. Her husband groaned like an animal, rubbing against the soft fabric and creamy skin of his mate, and Gina unconsciously moved her hand to her own arousal, mimicking the man's ministrations. She completely forgot that Janus stood there, a voyeur to her passionate wedding night. Memories became reality before her eyes. The groom kneeled before his lover, slowly removed the barrier to her glistening opening and savored the feeling of her long legs against his fingertips as the undergarment vanished to the floor. Then, he moved in and began his feast. The bride gasped, her breasts swollen and goosed, her head thrown back without a care. Neither of the couple said a word; only carnal sounds and instinctive grunting filled the room.

Gina's sensitive core twitched almost painfully. She remembered the orgasm that her husband's tongue brought her that night—one of the best she would ever experience—just as it overtook the younger version of herself. Within the black fog, she could feel how damp her womanhood had become through the conservative dress covering her body. Janus stared on, as if watching paint drip off the walls, and Gina felt a drop of her natural lubrication creep from her panties and trickle down her thigh, tickling her.

Wordlessly the groom rose, now unclothed, to meet his wife's lips again with his own. He entered her swiftly, eliciting a gasp through their joined mouths. The young Gina trapped him between her legs like a vice, accepting every thrust delivered with great force. Gina remembered the union lasting for hours, but from her vantage point it really only lasted ten minutes. Ten glorious minutes, however, that Gina begged fate to let her feel once more. The pace and intensity of their lovemaking quickened to a climax, until finally her husband groaned and released his essence inside of her. The two remained together on that couch, chatting about nothing in particular, sometimes about the future of their child. Gina broke out in tears, for she knew that he would soon be taken from the beaming, ignorant woman. After a moment, the man lifted his wife up and walked to the stairs, sharing a passionate kiss on the way. Gina panicked. She had to tell him! Tell him not to leave for Medina Village, where he planned to purchase Crono's first wooden sword from that crazy old man. If he did—

A gloved arm grabbed Gina around the waist, firmly, preventing her from escaping the fog. "Let me go, damn you!" She wanted to kill the caped stranger. How could he stop her from preventing such a tragedy?

"I know that look in your eyes. You want to change the time line. It's to be expected. Unfortunately, I cannot allow that to happen, Gina," he stated coldly.

"You have no heart," she sobbed.

"No. I have more than you'll ever realize. It tears what is left of my soul to pieces, knowing I must prevent you from finding happiness. Sadly, this man's death must occur the way it already has."

"But why?" She had no energy left in her broken voice.

"The being who created this Gate has made an attempt to change its own history, I'm afraid." Janus expanded the fog to reach closer to where the Gate originally opened, intending to drag Gina there unnoticed if she started screaming. "Your son's time line is crucial to the survival of humanity as we know it. I should have seen what was going on before we even traveled here. I apologize for keeping you conscious to... relive this moment." Gina glared at him. Crono? Crucial to the survival of humanity? Was this guy putting her on? Her son had just been executed! "We will wait for the Gate to reemerge."

She had to distract him. Had to keep him from taking her back. The unsatisfied burning in her crotch only allowed Gina to think of one solution. Janus's eyes widened when he felt the hand grasp his thick erection. "Ah ha! So you're just some kind of time pervert!" She knew no man could have watched that scene without getting aroused.

"No! I am telling the truth!" he snapped back.

"We'll see!" Gina shouted, and she yanked his pants down with all her might, revealing a penis of decent girth, though not the most impressive she had seen over the years. The paleness of it kind of grossed her out, but she had no choice, and quickly enveloped it between her lips, giving the head a quick lash of her tongue.

"Wh-What are you..." His eyes rolled back. No woman had ever touched him, much less anything like this! Gina bobbed her head up and down, determined to get the vampire-wannabe off as quickly as possible. She had to change the future. After seeing her husband alive again, there was no other option in her mind. Janus grunted, completely absorbed in the feeling the middle-aged woman was giving him. He didn't know just how experienced she was, as he had nothing to compare it with, but this blowjob was the most intense, amazing thing he had ever felt. It felt as if Gina had three tongues, the way she teased seemingly every sensitive section of his cock expertly, taking in various lengths of the shaft with each slurp.

At one point she forced the entire organ in to her mouth, and Janus instinctively pushed her head toward him further, falling oblivious to the circumstance at hand. He had felt nothing like it before, and at once understood why so many men went mad for sex. Suddenly she stopped sucking and thrust her tongue out, licking from the base of his shaft up to the frenulum, as one of her fashion magazines had explained how to do so many years ago. Janus toppled over a bit; Gina felt like a million GP, staring at the pale man like a hawk at prey. "Works every time," she thought victoriously.

He was getting closer and closer, unable to control his gasps and thankful they were still within the mist. The humming sound in the room intensified, partially returning Janus's attention to the situation at hand. "I have to end this!" he thought. To his right, he could see the Gate re-emerging. Gina's chance to accidentally prevent Crono from learning about Lavos's existence was fading; he just had to open the portal. But then the accursed woman swallowed his entire shaft again, causing him to completely lose touch with reality. He came in an instant, spurting his virgin load down the woman's throat. She slurped it all up, swishing her tongue around his penis to get it completely clean. Gina had never gotten over her oral fixation, and had learned to deal with whatever it tasted like. Janus's reminded her of olive oil for some reason. His mind had almost departed. "No! Must... stop..." Without thinking, Janus hurled the watch containing Schala's pendant toward the Gate. It hit the target, and the great, green portal appeared. Gina turned to look, and moaned in defeat. It was too late; the couple got sucked into the blackness once more.

After another tiring journey, they reappeared in Gina's home, 1000 A.D., as if nothing had happened at all. Swiftly, Janus elbowed the woman's neck, knocking her out cold. "I'm terribly sorry." He rose, pulled up his pants, and chanted the spell Schala had used eons ago, sealing the tiny Gate. "Crono will arrive soon, if my calculations are correct," he thought aloud. The cat rubbed up against Janus's boots, purring. Janus smiled at it. "Although this Gate will vanish soon, we cannot have them noticing it and going for a little trip."

Janus walked to the front door and turned back to look at Gina, lying on the floor. "What a woman!" he said, her handiwork still fresh in his mind. She looked stunning, even in her dress and apron, a small dribble of his semen still hanging from her chin. The cat peered at Janus questionably. "She will be fine, little friend. Just let Gina have a little sleep." He turned around. "Take good care of your family." Janus phased out of the door and left 1000 A.D through the Gate at the fairgrounds, just before a wet, beaten-up and exhausted trio flew out of a cyclone next to Taban's island.
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