Disclaimer: I do not own Rave or any of the characters mentioned in this story, except for Licia, who does not appear in the real Rave. Rave and Rave Master is all © to Hiro Mashima.
Author's Note: Hiya everybody! I've had this Rave fic in my mind for a long time, but FFnet never had a Rave section, so I never put it up. I've re-typed it now, editing the story quite a bit, and I seriously hope you all enjoy it. This will be the first fanfic I'll ever finish, LOL! At first I guess it was too soppy, but hopefully it's not so anymore. Please review, please don't flame, love you all. Naturally, I'll enjoy honest, constructive criticism...but not flames. Enjoy!
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Musica stared out at the turquoise sea, watching the wind make little ripples in the moonlight-reflecting water. It was such a peaceful night. Not a soul was disturbing the stillness from bustling human activity, and no loud noises were shattering the silence.
Musica drew in a rapturous breath. Life was good.
He had good friends, a great home, a thrilling job, and a beautiful girlfriend. What else could he have asked for? It was true – he knew he deserved all this. His past had not been a happy one. As Musica watched the clouds block the moon, some memories came drifting back.
Him, as a young boy, walking in to find his family dead. Him losing Rize, the only person he had who was close to family. That had been a time of conflict, and Musica had come out of it stronger and harder. Maybe even too hard...it was hard for his heart to open up.
Then he met Haru and Elie, who brought with them promise of great adventure, not a care in the world, and most importantly; a true friendship. And he had it till this day.
Then he fell in love, and the whole pattern had changed.
He recalled a mass of silken green hair, and rosebud lips. Reina. He had never quite gotten over her death. His grief; at losing her, his love that could not be quenched, and the guilt. The guilt for being the reason Reina had died at all.
She had thrown him and her life aside at the same time. "I'm glad I met you, Musica...you taught me how to love!" Musica banged his hand against the hand rail.
He should have stopped her! He should have told her he loved her! He should have...
"No...what's done is done. I can't change that..." he said aloud. His review of the past was finished. That was what the past was about- either you let it teach you, or you let it go. No holding on. No 'should have' or 'could have' or 'would have'.
He yawned, and scratched his head. Why am I getting so...serious tonight? I should learn how to relax...seriously...
Reina's thread in his life was cut. He now had new threads woven around him. He smiled when he thought of his home. "Madhouse is more like it," he snickered. It was after they had finally destroyed Lucia – Musica did not dwell long on that; it had been horrible and bloody- and after Haru and Elie's honeymoon on Garage Island...
"Garage Island is the most beautiful place on earth," Haru was saying. "It's home, ya know? But...I don't wanna live there. Not really. We've seen so much of the world; I want to be where I can meet all my friends and...not be so alone anymore."
Elie smacked him on the head. "Of course you're not alone, silly!"
Licia piped up. "I'm going to go to Blues City! Why don't you guys come, too? We could all live in a great big house full of our friends...like, everybody! One big happy family..." she ended wistfully.
Elie and Haru looked at her, considering. "Family is very important..."
"Yeah, why not?" Musica had offered. "I know the place; I used to flaming live there. It's a nice place."
Licia nodded eagerly...why not?
Licia. She was an odd girl. They'd found her on their way home after the final fight, wandering amongst the ruins of Symphonia. She had been starving and practically dying in the wasteland that Symphonia was. She too, had lost her memory.
That was what had made her and Elie practically inseparable friends. Elie knew what it felt like to not have a memory, Elie could sympathize. Licia was a nice girl; she was fun to be with, if a little serious at times. She too, was part of their circle of friends.
She was a pretty girl, with honey coloured braids, and a honey coloured complexion to match. Her eyes were green, though. Like Reina's.
Musica yawned. Yeah, Licia's nice. When she isn't a complete moron. Musica and Licia were always annoying each other; the others found it kind of amusing, but they themselves did not.
But heck...it was late.
And tomorrow was his and Melodia's anniversary; he had been planning to propose to her for sometime, now, but for some reason he kept delaying it. Melodia. A goofy grin lit up Musica's face as he ambled back home.
He had not been able to even remember her at first; for almost a year he was mourning Reina. But then, one morning, things seemed a little different. He liked Melodia a lot more...And love grew.
Everyone called them soul mates. Musica supposed they were...only he wasn't sure what soul mates were meant to be like. Musica and Melodia, what a perfect match, people often said. Even their names proved it.
Musica strode home, never dreaming what tomorrow would bring. He didn't hold on to the past, but he wouldn't cling to a misty future either.
