Title: Standing still in his Misfortune
Author: Darkening-wings
Rating: T for now, this may change with latter chapters.
Summary: They never expected Her fall, and therefore hearts and dreams were crushed. This is a prelude.
A/N: based on theme number 13 and 42. Interpretations may vary, but this is my idea. Latter chapters may contain some gay slash, so I'm warning you. Also, the other 3 chapters may be delayed as I need someone to read them first. This chapter has not been read by another person.
It was just another day in the unknown world. The puzzle world, as Kefka affectionately called it. Back when he had said it, his joke had bounced off the walls and he had thrown his head back and howled with laughter.
Garland shook his head at the memory: the man was such a silly clown. He didn't succeed in his quest to amuse.
Not that their current world was great sustenance for jokes.
There were no gardens, no rivers, and no monsters other than the manikins.
Hell, there wasn't even a princess fit for kidnapping, only that whiny girl who could turn into a nasty bitch and that... dwarf thing.
And their (or at least his,) enemies were so pure hearted; they almost lit up their surroundings without any kind of fire or other source of light. No fun not to have a reason to poke fun at them when they doubted themselves.
So, naturally they all eventually went looking for a fight. For Garland, this meant searching for a warrior who always seemed to travel in the direction his nose pointed.
This time, his search ended at the Lunar Subterrane.
The Warrior of Light sat on the edge of one of the gray cliffs with his back to the nemesis, his feet dangling off the edge while his form swayed slightly from side to side as he rocked to the hum of his own voice. To his left lay what was left of his dinner -merely a piece of bread and some salt meat, along with the water pouch- next to it lay his shield, and to his right, he had a small pile of pebbles.
Garland eyed the swaying body for a bit, silently wondering whether his enemy had gone insane from his lack of memory or his lonely travels.
He stepped forward, changing grip on the huge adaptive weapon he wielded. "Had a good break?" he asked and watched, amused, as the warrior almost jumped out of his armor, left hand searching for his shield and picking it up, accidently showing the food off of the edge.
"G-" Light watched his dinner fall down the side of the circular cliff, and Garland saw how his shocked expression changed to one of loss. "That was my last ration..."
"Can't the others share their food?"
"We all live on crumbs."
Garland nodded "I see..." the silence fell heavy between them as the warrior sat down again to mourn the loss of his dinner, and the nemesis started to fidget. "So, what were you doing?"
Light patted the ground beside him and Garland laid down his sword, to sit down next to his archenemy. He almost fell to the same destiny as the paragon's lunch as Light took off his helmet and lifted the silver hair covering his left ear.
Garland stared, blinked, and stared again.
Was that really a piece of gold-framed jewelry dangling from the emotionless warrior's earlobe? He leaned forward to see clearer.
"Rubies," Light said and let his hair fall back down, his eyes lit up but the corners of his mouth didn't even twitch when Garland nodded approvingly. "I make them out of the pebbles I find. These" he gestured to his ear "I found in the Chaos shrine."
"You make them out of pebbles." Garland stated, pointing to the pile on the other side of the warrior. "How do you know where to look? Not all of them can contain jewels, right?"
Light shrugged and laid his helmet down by the pebbles, he picked one of them up and eyed it closely. When he found what he was looking for he showed it to Garland: a small glint of dark-blue could be seen when the light shifted in it."Lapis Lazuli" The warrior said, put it down and picked up another, searching its surface. "They are easier to find after a battle, especially if the battleground was hacked up during the fight." He pointed to a small, glistening white area on the new pebble. "Holystone, and that's a rare find."
"Huh..." Garland took the small pebble and looked closer up at it. "Do you make them for yourself?"
"No, I'd be a living Christmas tree if I did," Light murmured, "I've given some of them to Cecil, Bartz and Luneth, and I'm planning to give that stone to Cosmos, once I'm finished with it."
Garland laid the pebble in the palm of the waiting, gloved hand, almost sad that the younger warrior didn't know the fate of his Goddess. "What if I kill you here? Or sometime further into the future?"
That gloved hand tightened its grip on the stone "what are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the fact that you might not succeed in giving her this piece." Garland muttered and patted the hand holding the pebble, Light only moved away, his blue eyes narrowing as they met the yellow orbs of their enemy.
"I will give it to her," the warrior said. "I will give it to her and she will be very happy."
Garland sighed, grabbed his weapon and jumped off the cliff. He landed with a loud clank by its base "Whatever you say, young warrior." He felt the piercing blue eyes stare at the back of his head and looked over his shoulder, facing the helmetless form. "And before I forget: you are welcome to dine with me, anytime."
He left, wondering what the coming future would do to the enemy.