There was more than adoration casted upon the figure which he so much envied. But he never knew how much he'd come to despise his captain, to the point where he'd forgive him. BxR (basicly at least)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything square-enix orientated.

Authors note: Its something I just had to come by and write about at least once, if not maybe twice. Something about the relationship between Reks and Basch, whether they were lovers, friends, companions, etc, whatever they are. So because I don't know "behind the scene" relationship, don't kill me.

NOTICE: This is kind of BL, so if you don't like baschxrexs, not my fault.


Adoration

"Captain... w-why?" His vision became cloudy, swaying as he felt his own warm blood pour out through his wound, listening to his heavy breaths beginning to collapse.

"Our king... what h-have you d... done!?"

And with a thud, Reks laid towards his death, a betrayal game misunderstood. His love for his captain, degraded beyond reason.

No more would he look at him the same, with his eyes that sparkled with admiration, beaming with hope that one day he too would become a fine man just like him.

Just like Basch.

There would be no more guidance from his tongue, no more shouts or commands to move his feet, scurrying onto the battle field, quickly preaching a quick prayer to himself.

So when Reks sat in his chair, bandaged beyond repair, he thought.

That when the next sun rises across his window, he would forgive the man that crushed his ideals, his heart. He would forgive him when the first rays peeked beyond the hills, casting a brilliant light that would shine through the clouds. The shadows overcasting the crumbling towers of Nalbina, the room of betrayal weighing on his mind, still blood stained and heavy with murder.

Though he would cast it away at dawn, knowing it would lift a heavy burden off his chest

And when the night became as dark as black, he closed his eyes, remembering that the next time he opened them, when he could see the light once more, he would know what to do. He would know to forgive the man he loved, admired, envied.

But Reks did not see the light the next morning, eyes closed, breathing gasps held shut. A smile adorning his tan face, now slightly pale, with a forgiving look plastered on. Glimmering on his face, a small salty tear.

There was really no way to forgive such a person. Though if his memories were to fail him, he would never forgive himself. He would just never forgive both himself and Basch.

Yet he knew, in the end, that he would have to blame himself, falling for such a man.


A/N: Very short, but its just a small vignette, I guess.If you didn't understand, theres alot of backstory behind it(in my mind), but I couldn't write it.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed.