Disclaimer: I don't own Legend of Mana, but I own the name Katarr! (Well, my sister owns 98% of his personality, but the name is mine!)
Author's Notes: All I have to say is wriggle, fan girls. Wriggle. :) MWAHAHA!! And that this is shounen ai (boy x boy relationship), so if ya don't like it, I ain't forcin' ya t' read it. *pulls on cowgirl hat* o^_^o Ah'm suthern, if ya couldn't tell.
Royal Blue Ice
By the Goddess, he was beautiful. The features I love best are his deep green hair that cascades over his right eye and royal blue eyes that pierce your heart like an icy dagger. Usually people feel fear from that gaze, but I go insane with desire. I tremble just thinking about him, and here I am holding him and carrying him up to my room. It's driving me mad!
There's a down side to everything, though, and the down side to this is that he is unconscious and in excruciating pain. I'm gonna KILL Sandra for what she did to him, but right now I have to save him. Now he's safe under the warm covers of my small bed, and I wish it were big enough for two. He's gasping and crying out in pain, and oh, how I wish it were pleasure. I've never heard him whimper before, and he's doing it now and leaning against my chest. Oh, Mana Goddess, restrain me from kissing him!
She's not helping me. I pull him back from my chest and stare at the seraphic face marred with anguish, and sorrow attacks my heart. I hope this helps.
My lips fall upon his and I have gone to Heaven. His lips are soft and sweet, and I wrap my arms around him as he stills. The kiss lasts longer than I thought, or maybe it has lasted only a second, but I break away anyway, shaking with ecstasy. He has calmed down, and his soft, angelic face is almost free from torment. My heart flutters as I think that I may have stolen his first kiss, but I remember that this is not so.
A familiar feeling comes back to me when I remember Pearl crashing through the doors of Amanda and Barrett's Pub in Domina just before he and I met Esmeralda. It was a cold winter day and close to a holiday, and sprigs of mistletoe were mischievously placed here and there. I remember that just before he and I left the pub, I noticed a sprig both Guardian and Knight were standing under, and I pointed it out to them impishly. She kissed him lightly on the cheek and I remember them both blushing and jealously scratching on my heart lightly, and then she wished us well and left for here.
So I have not stolen his first kiss, but he has stolen mine. He's robbed me of my heart, my sanity, and now my precious first kiss. I would have had it with no other. He is calmly sleeping now, and I think maybe he did not know it was I who kissed him. Perhaps he thought it was his beloved Guardian, whom he is mumbling about in his tranquil repose. My dear Envy, you have a nasty bite.
I heard a saying somewhere that there is no greater pain than sorrow, and it's almost true. But there is one other torture more intense than any normal depression, and that is the depression that derives itself from love that cannot be. If I told him, he would hate me. If I told someone else, they would hate me. It would be different if I was female, but no, the great hero Katarr is a man. And I love him.
I love you, Elazul.