A/N: this is written within a moment of insanity please forgive me for committing any blasphemous act on either characters I have no idea what I'm writing oO this is actually inspired by one of eyes2blues' aya-tooya fanfic,; this one's for you lexie!

ink: you're making an excuse to save yourself…

splatter: am not!

ink: you are! crap! This one's waaaayyyyyy to short

splatter: sweat drops;

Disclaimer: just like tooya….i don't own anything….not even him; they are all Watase's (lucky girl )

GODDESS

I have always known that there is a purpose for my existence, though it is also an irony in my case. You see, I just existed. I did not know the love of a parent nor friend, but I do know eternal love. The kind of love that does not need any reason, or explanation; the kind of love that does not question but answers; the kind of love that is so powerful it leaves no part for doubt to exist. I should know, for I have fallen in love with a Goddess.

Yes, she is a Goddess even without Ceres in her being. She alone, in her simplicity is truly a Goddess to me. She is the sole reason that I continue to exist. Every smile on her lips adds to my heartbeat, every brush of her skin on my own revives my soul. She alone commands the sun and the moon to rise and set in my world. For that I have strived to be a man for her. No matter where I came from or what I had been, I know that for her I will always be a man.

I fear the day that I have to leave her, not because I fear for her sake but for my own. I am afraid that when that day comes, when I get separated from my one true love, I would truly cease to exist. For without her I am nothing, I can never be anything. Yet I am too selfish and I still take her into my arms and hold her close. Times like this will have to end for that is also part of my purpose. I have fulfilled the task that had created me in the first place but my Goddess had made me into a man. A man whose only desire is to be with the woman he loves. For now I savor her kisses, I memorize each graceful curve of her face. I lace my fingers into her own, contented that ours fit perfectly as if it is never meant to be apart. I relish in her warmth as she snuggles in my arms. I watch her face when she sleeps, burning her image in my heart. I lament inside for I can not give up anything to remain by her side for I own nothing…not even my life. But Aya, my love, never cry when I leave. Surely with the power of your love, heaven will be moved just as it had moved me. For now I shall be contented. I shall savor each moment. I am confident that your smile, your kisses, and your love will be enough to sustain me for a lifetime. Besides, Aya, to me you are…my Goddess.