Hi Guys! Another translation from one of my one-shots. I'm pretty proud of this one. I beg for your forgiveness if you find any mistakes and I ask you to tell me where they are so that I can improve. Thanks and enjoy!
Three words
Three words. That was all that was dancing in a mercenary's mind when he learnt that he had the most common and yet the most beautiful of advancement. And he felt very strange. He felt honoured, happy, but his joy was so bothered by so many other feelings that he could not express it. Too bad that his lover did not notice it, too excited to the thought of this great new. Because in his lover's heart, there were of course happiness, surprise but also, deep within him, anguish, fear... And those two feelings were beating the first ones. Or at least, in front of his friend. They planned a rendez-vous in a little café, far from others' eyes. And when the half-elf saw his friend coming with such a decomposed face, he first believed that his girlfriend broke up with him. Or that Yggdrasill found him.
' So? To what do we owe such a dark mood?'
' Anna is pregnant.'
Yuan froze. A child. Kratos was going to have a child... Just that! The Renegade did not understand why Kratos had such a face. Deep within him, even if he felt a bit of joy for the couple, if he prayed that it would give Kratos the strength to follow the road of his new path, seeing the mercenary alsmot depressed at the idea of his new and unexpeceted fatherhood gave him the deep desire to slap him with all his strength. He was going to have the chance he did not have! And it was as if he did not want it! It was as if it was borthering him! He, he could never have the chance to be a father anymore. Well, technically, he could still father a child. But above all things, he wanted to father Martel's child. And she was dead. That broken dream made him become a bitter man. He knew that Kratos was not the type of man who adored children. But this time, it was not an avergae child! It was HIS child! So why did he have that mourning face, dammit? If a day should be celebrate, it was this day!
' It is a very good new. You should enjoy it instead of mourning.' Yuan said, drinking a bit of his tea
' I am happy.' Kratos replied in a low tone
' Really? Well, I cannot see it. It seems to me that it is the contrary.'
The human seems ill-at-ease.
' I am happy. It is just that...'
' Go on.'
' i'm afraid Yuan.'
Yuan was stunned. The great, fearless and reasonable Kratos Aurion was scared because of a baby who was as tall as a rice seed?
' I'm afraid because I feat that I cannot give him the life he deserves, the life Anna deserves. Always on the roads, hiding. It is not a life for a baby. And even if we stopped and hid in an isolated village to raise him or her properly, our family would never be in peace. I fear that I'm going to lead them to their demises. I fear that I will not be able to handle him properly. I fear that I'll make him unhappy.'
By listening to him, Yuan finally understood. Listening, it always helps. He could not repress a small laugh.
' I am certainly not the one who should say that to you, and it will certainly be of much help coming from me. I never had a child and I will never have one. But I do believe that if you do think what you have just told me, you will be an excellent father. Your child won't be unhappy with you. It will be hard but he won't care. Because you'll be with him. Because he will love you. That will be all that matter to him.'
Kratos seemed to be a bit better and he had a small smile of gratitude. And when his son was born, when he had him in his arms for the very first time, he realized that Yuan was right. To think that it needed only three small words for that.