Aisubeki Dearest
A/N: I wanted to take a break from the comedy I just finished, and do an OC fic concerning Marco…Yes, I do bash Marco quite a lot, and I pair him with Lyserg, whom I also like with Jeanne, and Ren…ah, so confusing. This is rather serious, and it's romantic as well! Yay! This story is dedicated to KagenoKatana, sakuuya, and Satine89! You are the best!! I hope one of you reads this! Well, enjoy the story, and it may be a tearjerker in the end…gloom
PS: "Aisubeki" means "dearest" in Japanese, this word has a lot of meaning to the main character, Elle, and it shall be explained later on…moreover, if you are wondering why Kye is speaking a bit of Japanese to Elle, it is because he is teaching his little "French Tenshi." - Subarashiki, ne??? (Kye will be introduced later on -)
Prologue: My Dearest
The flames danced and flew in front of her face as they climbed up the wooden pillar, teasing her to inhale the blackened, thick, hazy smoke that was floated up from the unforgiving pile of wood that lay below.
Her eyelids were heavy with fatigue and the desire for her tortured soul to finally sleep, but she must not give in until the final dance, until the final flame would bud from the bottom of the heap and she could feel it burn through her bone.
The heavy, knotted ropes that were tied in tangles around her body to bind her, chafed at her wrists and ankles, indenting her skin…the rough sackcloth shift she was clothed in, and the paper cap of the condemned rest atop her shining oaken-gold hair…she was eternally damned, betrayed by the laws of man, once and for all, now and forever…
So why did she welcome the pain?
Because it was her dear pain.
Because she could see the energy that reflected her in his eyes, the energy that kept them both alive.
He had always warmed her, held her, and now her breath was quickening, and he was still standing close by her, looking out a wrinkle in time, across the great divide that had always separated them.
The sunset came, shining a chain of endless ring across the bloodied red skies…
She wanted to go beyond her heart and her words, but could not, and oh how it pained her!
Threated with excommunication and hellfire if she did not confess to a crime she did not commit, the poor maiden burst into unrivaled tears, crying, "Sweet Jesus, do you not care?" and falling to her knees.
So much torture she had endured, so much humiliation by the drunken boors of guards set before her cell, so very many wounds…
All for the one who had committed the crime…her dearest beloved…
But she was not afraid of death, only afraid of how she would meet it, and she knew how she would.
She would meet death just as she had planned, for the sacrifice of her own life.
As she had told her confession to the bishop and the authorities, for fear of not being believed or her beloved to be found as the true perpetrator of such a horrific murder as was played out by him, which he was.
She would die and meet death as a wicked seductress, as a deceiving conjurer of bloodthirsty avarice and unfaithfulness who merely played with the strings of the loved ones she saw as puppets.
But it was not true…he had played her as a puppet.
Loving him so consumed in that manner, she would do anything for him…and that meant anything, even dying and knowing he was somewhere in the crowd, watching her infernal demise…
It all but pierced her heart with a poison-tipped arrow.
The flames stung her legs as they rose steadily, as if being urged by the jeering, bloodthirsty crowd to keep going and give the wench what she "deserved."
"Burn her and the devil she made love to!" cried an onlooker passionately, fist in the air.
"Die, you bloody infidel!" screamed another, brandishing a fist as the first one had.
The speech heard at her execution was all the same, and as they watched the flames shed away her once petal-soft skin, the cheering grew louder…so loud that it made her head spin…
In fact, it seemed that everything was causing her head to spin….the smoke grown thick, suffocating even…
She winced as the fire tore and ripped at her bosom…the end was coming, and she was trying to kill the pain, however only more came as she struggled now at the ropes that had fallen in ashes around her feet.
The flames crept silently up her, soft voices like rolling thunder.
In her last moments, the rowdy masses had seemed to quiet, in reverance at the presence of death looming over the young maiden's shoulders…she found an opportunity to speak before darkness set in upon her and red started to cloud her vision.
"Even if there is a wound from yesterday…even if there is a painful today…I can still believe that I can open my heart…." she murmured, her voice echoing in the otherwise empty space…she could feel skin peeling from her throat….
"If I am denied Christ, I do not care!! But if I am denied love, then that is the end of everything!!!!" she shouted, her voice booming with renewed although brief power.
As she felt herself slipping from this world into the next, she could pick up his voice from the crowd…
"I love you and will wait for you forever, my dearest…Elle L'Ciel…"
"As will I wait, my dearest…."
And as the last words escaped her quiet mouth, the new moon faded and the darkness prevailed, lighted only by the flames that engulfed her immortal boy.
"My dearest."
End of Prologue: My Dearest
A/N: That was creepy, was it not? I wanted the opening scene to have impact, so I opened it with Elle's past, and everything.
Don't worry, this is not alternate universe, it was just in Elle's past. - Tragic, ne? Well, I am not going to give away next chapter but I will say that it will not be tragic nor cryptic…but guess what? Kye was introduced in this chapter anyway, and so was Elle, and I suppose next chapter I shall open it with Jeanne and Marco…yes! I just got a great scene and plot in my head! Thus far it barely had a plot, and it isn't Mary-Sue at all!!! Okay, now I suppose you REALLY do want to read the next chappie! I shall get on it, as soon as I read some ficcies and take a little rest…that story Darkened Whispers really took it out of me, that it did.
Ja Ne- Neko-Neko Faust VIII