Cantarella

Tales of the Abyss Fan-fiction

Disclaimer:

1) I don't own any of the characters of this fan-fiction. They all belong to Namco-Bandai.

2) THIS IS A PAIRING AGAIN!! All who know me well, you can guess what.

For those who don't, my Avatar should be sure as hell a good sign of AschxLuke.

3) The base of this song was based around Cantarella, sung by Vocaloids KAITO and Miku Hatsune. (I love them so!!) Asch is playing the part as KAITO and Luke is Miku. However, this will not be a perfect set to the meaning behind the song itself. There will be parts where the song is sung by the actors (Natalia, Tear, them all) and that I might not also doesn't belong to me.

4) Characters will tend to get out of character (OoC). This will definitely include Asch and Luke. DEFINITELY!!

END OF DISCLAIMER

SPOILER WARNING

For those who don't know Luke or Asch, GO PLAY TALES OF THE ABYSS!! *whacks with leek of doom* You fail at life if you don't know that game!! ... Except for my friends whom I'm introducing it to. THE YAOI FANGIRLS OF ASCHxLUKE WILL GROW!!

Also, if you don't know the relationship between Asch and Luke, you still fail because you haven't gotten pass Yulia City yet. IDIOTS!!

Chapter 1:

The Son of the Sealed off World

"Asch-sama!!" A woman cried, running down the empty halls of the huge mansion. Her blue dress swayed, her golden hair swirling around as she swiveled her head to try and find a certain door. Her emerald eyes darted about. "Asch-sama!!"

"I'm here..." The woman looked to her right, seeing a tall man with long crimson hair. The hair itself was like the pouring rivers of blood and the tips were darker than the rest. "What do you want, Natalia?"

"Oh, your father has requested your presence." The man, Asch, groaned, huffing.

"Why the hell would my father want to talk to me?! He's got other things to do." Natalia frowned, her green eyes saddened.

"Asch-sama, it's about the boy that will be coming here soon." Asch, who was about to turn and go back to his room, frozen in place. His hand rested on the door and his dark green eyes blinked several times. He looked to Natalia, his eyes becoming narrow slits.

"I don't remember the mention of a boy coming here."

"Yes, your father himself arranged it. Seems the boy is from an opposing country and will be coming here for reasons that your father will not explain." Asch clenched his teeth.

"And where will he be sleeping?!"

"In your room, of course, Asch-sama." Natalia replied, backing up a quick step as Asch's hand trembled, the metal doorknob shaking.

"WHAT?!!"

"Ah, Asch." Duke Fabre, father to Asch started but was quickly stopped by his 17 year old son.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" He shouted roaring and his eyes burning. "What is this about some kuzu sleeping in my room?!"

"The Son of Malkuth is not trash!!" the Duke shouted, Asch growling. "We are going to set up a peace treaty!"

"Then why my room?!" Asch shouted back.

"We need to see how you two react with each other. This will help Peony with his decision since you will be the heir to the throne." Asch growled, hissing through his teeth.

"Fine... but he will be nothing but kuzu to me." The duke sighed sadly.

"You of all people are supposed understand this the most, Asch."

"I will not sleep in the same room as my enemy." The duke glanced to his wife, who sighed sadly.

"Asch, dear, you need to just help as much as you can with us. We just want peace." Asch grumbled under his breathe.

"Yes, mother..." He said with defeat, knowing he couldn't reject his frail mother when she asked for peace. Asch nodded, turning on his heel and right when he got to the door, his father raised his voice.

"Asch, you can't kill the boy. No matter how much you hate Malkuth." Asch clenched his teeth and slammed the door open. Natalia frowned, seeing him come into the main hall. His head was down as he turned his leg swiftly and the slam echoed.

"Asch..."

"Tell me when the boy comes!!" He ordered her, rushing down the hall, growling. Natalia frowned deeper.

"Asch..."

Asch's emerald eyes fluttered open. He had taken a nap to better suit his mind. He figured out that napping always made him calm down from being really angry. Getting up, Asch slipped on a black robe with crimson lining and a white under shirt. He opened the door to his room and glanced outside. When had it gotten so dark? He looked to the time. It wasn't that late and then there was a crack of thunder and Asch let his mind accept it now as rain. Rain pattered against the window, Asch's footsteps echoing down the hall. He got to the main hall, glancing up to the blade that perched its place on a pillar right in front of the door's center view. The Jewel of Garidos. It was Guy's blade. Guy was a servant that he had since after the Hod War. Guy always gave him a cold look, even after he came back from his kidnapping. The kidnapping that happened 7 years ago... The damned Malkuths captured him off the streets and tortured him and he still had a scar going down his chest from that damned time. Asch blinked. He got out of his horrid memories. He swore he heard knocking. Was he imagining this? That's absurd. Why would someone be at their door in the middle of a thunder storm? That would be ridiculous!! Asch walked over to the large doors, silence roaring as he slowly creaked it to break the quiet. He wasn't wrong. He had heard a knocking. A man, more or less, a boy was laying on the front steps. He was wearing a white cloak, his hair in front of pale white face. His hair was like firing of red, more orange than his own. However, his pale face was lined with red. Asch knelt down, blinking. This boy, whoever he was, was knocked out, during the middle of a storm, on the Fabre's manor property. What a crazy thought.

Asch lifted up the body, sighing. It was making his robe wet. This boy was going to pay for making him waste his energy. Walking down the hall to his room, wondering what would be the first thing that he would yell at this piece of trash that laid in his arms.

"Kuzu…" He grumbled. Asch began to look over the boy, laying him down on the bed. The boy looked to be about his age, maybe a year younger. His hair was short, to his shoulders, drenched like the rest of him. He looked down to his clothes and his eyes widened. Blue and white. The colors of Malkuth. Was this the boy that was to come to their house?! Why didn't he stay at the inn instead of coming to their house in the middle of the freezing thunder storm?! He let his eyes travel. The boy looked like he had traveled far, through the Zao desert and in the marsh. Why didn't the boy take a ferry?! "Oi… wake up…" He grumbled low, close to the boy's ear. Asch heard the boy groan, eyes fluttering open. Asch moved and blinked, seeing deep emerald eyes like his own staring at him with pale exhaustion.

"Where…am I?" The boy whispered as he started wheezing.

"The Fabre Manor." Asch blinked, the boy coughing painfully. "Explain to me why a child of Malkuth is at my manor at this hour in a storm!!" He lifted him up, the boy trembling from either cold or fear.

"I… was asked by his majesty Emperor Peony IX…to stay here and make observations on how those that are about to become royalty are seeing this war…" He struggled to get the words out and Asch released him, the boy's hands on his throat as he coughed.

"Then… what is your name?" He asked, serious. The boy looked at him and Asch felt his breathe taken away. His face was a warm cold and the blue light from the sky outside was like the moon, illuminating his eyes with a serene light. He then regained himself after the boy took a breath.

"I… am Luke."

Luke spent several days in Asch's bed, listening to the dark red haired man speak to him. Every so often, the man was interrupted by a woman with golden hair coming in. This dark haired man was Asch, heir to the throne. The lady, who he had once met, was Natalia Luzu Kimlasca-Lanvaldear. She was to marry Asch into the royalty. Luke watched Asch as he explained his view on the wars. It wasn't simply "I hated it" or "I wish we had won." It was something more, something deeper to him.

"What… do you plan to do when you become king?" Luke decided to ask. Asch took in a breath and Luke saw a fire roar into his eyes of that of determination.

"I want to make sure war never happens… that no one is ever poor." Luke smiled a bit, still in pain.

"That's a good start." Luke replied, Luke blinked a bit to see Asch's face turn a little red. "Are you alright?"

"Fine." He grumbled out. Luke chuckled a bit and saw Asch's face grow even redder.

"Asch…" The red haired man turned to Luke. "Thank you for allowing me to stay here." Asch was silent.

"You're welcome…" He grumbled. Luke smiled, almost satisfied. "Hey… The duke… wanted me to invite you to the Batical festival…"

"Sure." Luke replied automatically, Asch sighing.

"I thought as much…"

"Asch?" Luke finally was out of his bed, wearing simple white and red robes, and simple servant clothes under them.

"What?" Asch asked. Asch had returned to his usual self, since he didn't have to care of the boy as much. However, somewhere in that thick head, he felt a bit of… reluctance in not being able to watch him. Asch had dismissed the feeling. He looked to Luke, who was quiet. "What is it?"

"You look tired." Luke stated, frowning. Asch twitched, something about that frown stabbing his heart.

"I haven't been sleeping that much." Asch looked at the parchment in front of him on the wooden desk.

"You should get some rest."

"Plan to fill out these forms?" Luke frowned, Asch sighing roughly. Luke shook his head.

"It's just… you never seem to go outside and always seemed to lock yourself in this room." Asch clenched his teeth. He picked up a glass and threw it at the wall next to Luke.

"SHUT UP!!" Asch blinked, Luke trembling. Horror pooled in tears in his eyes, Asch getting up from his desk. "Luke… Wait, I didn't-"

"I'm sorry that I bothered you." Luke said quickly, rushing out of the room.

Luke huffed, standing in the snow covered courtyard, panting. His body trembled. When Asch threw the glass, it wasn't the glass that scared him… it was the look of murder in Asch's eyes. Luke put a hand over his mouth as ice cold tears ran down his face. "Oh holy Yulia…" He fell to the ground, on his knees and as he cried. Asch watched from his window, frowning deeply.

"Dear Hod… what the hell is wrong with me?!" He slammed his fist on his desk.

"Natalia…" The blond haired princess lifted her head, looking at Asch. He was ordered to talk to her about anything that worried him, since the Duke and His Majesty didn't want him to fall ill with stress. "I have something important to ask you…"

"Yes, Asch?" Natalia asked, looking at him with sereneness. Asch's heart cringed. That serene look only belonged to Luke.

"What should I do?" Asch muttered. Natalia blinked, a bit startled.

"What do you mean?"

"I… accidentally lashed out at Luke and now… he won't even come near me and…" He put his hands on his head, his shoulders shaking. "I don't know what to do now!!" Natalia looked at him, shocked but that face softened.

"Tell him that you didn't mean it… You were just stressed." Asch moved, looking at her.

"Will… it work?" Natalia smiled happily.

"I'm very sure it will."

"Luke!!" Asch shouted. He ran into the door of the manor, huffing. He didn't hear the maids greet him as he rushed to Luke's room. "LUKE!!" He opened the door. Asch panted and his face contorted with sorrow. The room was empty.

"He left this morning… Colonel Jade Curtiss came and picked him up…" Asch turned his head to Guy, the blonde haired servant with deep blue eyes.

"… why?" Asch asked, quiet and not shouting. Guy sighed.

"Luke looked really shaking after last Remday… so, he asked me to send a letter to Emperor Peony IX so I did and seems they sent the Colonel to pick him up. Master Asch… What happened?" Asch turned, rushing. "Master Asch?!"

"LUKE!!" Asch screamed out, rushing down the elevator and down to the docks. He followed the light of his memory, trying to find Luke. The cable car came to a halt as Asch jumped out, his long blood hair rushing in the cold air. He rushed to the port. "LUKE!!" He called again, a man in a blue and white uniform turning to him. The boy next to him turned, the fiery orange hair revealed under the white hood.

"Asch?!" Luke asked, shocked. Asch stopped, about one meter from them, panting.

"Luke… I…" Asch panted, his breathe heaving.

"So this is Master Asch?" The man next to him stated. Asch glared at the man. Dark red pupils stared back with the same intensity and light amber hair moved to frame his face. Glasses perched on the man's nose, the man reaching up and pushing up the glasses to set it better as a gleam shot off them. "Nice to meet you. I am Colonel Jade Curtiss of the Third Division of the Malkuth Imperial forces. I was asked here by his Majesty Emperor Peony the Ninth to escort Luke back to Grand Chokmah." Asch growled.

"What didn't you escort him in the first place?!"

"Because I do believe the young master here left before we could get a hold of him." Jade laughed, Luke frowning.

"Asch… I-"

"Don't apologize, Kuzu!!" Asch shouted. "Forget it!!" He turned on his heel, clenching his chest. It crushing to say that but he let it lie. He didn't care now. Luke wasn't going to want to stay.

"Asch!!" Luke shouted, Asch stopping. He looked at him over his shoulder and saw the tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry!! I don't want to leave but… but…" He trembled, hiccuping. Asch turned fully, eyes wide. Jade knelt down, Luke blinked. Luke's face then brightened. "OH JADE!! THANK YOU!!" He cried, hugging the colonel around the waist. Jade blinked, taken back but then smiled, happy for Luke.

"What?" Asch muttered, confused. He then realized why Luke was happy. Luke released Jade and dashed towards him, the cloak unclipping as he jumped, tackling Asch, Asch and him tumbling to the floor. Luke laughed with happy tears in his eyes. Asch smiled a bit. His laugh was contagious. Now Asch started to laugh.

"Okay, explain to me why you're dragging me, Luke!!" Asch shouted, Luke pulling his arm as they headed down into the mid-class area of Baticul.

"I want to show you to this place with great food!!" Asch sighed. The snow was falling softly, whirling around them as they headed into a shop. A blindfold had been placed over Asch since Luke wanted to keep it a 'secret'. Asch was silent and took in the aroma of the shop. A bakery, the smell of bread and pastries entering his nostrils. It was rather tantalizing. Luke reached around him and untied the blindfold. Asch flinched a bit, the scene bright at first and then cooling down to its regular state. It was a fairly small shop, like the bakeries that Guy told him about that was in Grand Chokmah. Breads, cookies, fancy Danish and strange cakes were on display, either to eat or show off the culinary skill of the bakers inside the kitchen. Luke pulled him forward. "Excuse me!" The cashier looked at him and smiled.

"Hello Luke, oh!! You brought a friend!! Who is this?"

"His name is Asch!! Can we have a slice of double chocolate cake with those fudge pieces inside its frosting?" Luke asked, smiling happily. Asch blinked, glad to see Luke rather enjoying himself. He let a small smile creep to his face.

"Of course!! Cooled or hot?"

"Cooled!!" The cashier laughed happily.

"Same as you always aren't you, Luke?" Asch looked to Cashier and they met eyes for a moment. The Cashier smiled a bit. "Good to see you out and about, Asch. Haven't seen you for 3 years." Asch rolled his eyes.

"Whatever." The cashier cut two big pieces of cake from a cake in the fridge and gave it to them. Asch studied the cake intently. Three layers, a layer of frosting between each. The cutting had been very precise and left no like where the knife had cut. "Nice cut…" He noted. The cake itself was level, not off center and was correctly formed to stand a week or so in a cold place. Asch reached a bit to the surface of it and pulled out a somewhat long strand of hair. Holding it to the light, the hair was revealed to be a bright fiery orange. Asch's eyes leveled onto Luke, who was hungrily devouring his slice of cake. Luke's eyes lifted to Asch and he stopped.

"Mph?" He asked, a piece of the cake in his mouth.

"Is this yours?" Asch asked, holding it out to him. Luke took it and held it to the light. Asch smirked. Luke's face turned red as he swallowed the cake.

"Uh, well, uh!!" Luke shivered, laughing nervously.

"Luke… why is your hair in the cake?"

"Uh, well… you see-"Asch cracked up and started to laugh. "It's NOT funny!!" He cried, face red. Luke flailed his arms, hitting the table. The two cakes fell to the floor, the two red head silenced. Luke looked to the cakes and tears welled up in his eyes. Asch flinched, the cashier glaring at him. Asch looked to Luke and went to say something when he started to ball. Asch rushed over to him, touching his shoulders.

"It's okay Luke, I'm sure it's going to be fine." Luke kept crying. Asch huffed and licked Luke's cheek, taking the cake covering it. Luke snapped, blinking as he looked at Asch with shock. Asch licked his lips, eyes on Luke. "Tasty." Asch blinked, Luke falling back, blood dripping from his nose.

Asch grumbled, sitting up. His covers moved, the cold air touching his hot skin. "Mmm…" He rubbed his head, his crimson hair in front of his eyes. He moved it away and saw Luke lying in the bed next to him. He let the thought linger and smiled a bit. He saw he still wore his pants and laughed a bit. The vibrating noise cause Luke to shift a bit and his hand moved to Asch's chest. "Oi, kuzu, wake up." Asch said, shaking Luke. Luke grumbled something and forced his eyes open and he lifted his head, staring at Asch. "Morning, kuzu."

"Morning…" Luke muttered, yawning. Silence and then Luke gasped. Asch grinned. He knew why they were like this. Last night was the eve of the Baticul New Year festival and Luke was given more than one too many drinks from the kings who decided to meet and enjoy the New Year. He could note that Luke couldn't hold his liquor. Chesedionian alcohol could do that to anyone of course but he had never seen someone so willing to anything in his life. He lifted Luke's chin, their eyes meeting.

"What's wrong? You're red." Luke blushed more, his face red as a beet. Luke looked away when Asch got closer. Asch saw him trembling as Asch's other hand took hold of his wrist. Their lips were less than inch apart and Asch could taste the breath from Luke's lips. It smelt sweet to his nose. Luke's hands forced him roughly apart.

"Ah…" Luke blinked with a nervous smile on his lips, "S-Sorry Asch." Luke said with the innocence that he was known for. Asch moved forward, pinning him to the bed under them. He moved, his knee rubbing against Luke's crotch. The somewhat smaller boy under him gasped, face becoming redder. "N-No! A-Asch!! Stop!!" He begged, his breath shallow. Asch's eyes rested on Luke's face. It showed pleasure so why did he want him to stop? That made no sense. He lowered himself and their lips were once more close. "A-Asch!"

"Asch-sama?" Luke and Asch froze in place. That cursed woman was going to be the death of him.

"What, Natalia?!" Asch shouted after turning away from Luke.

"Breakfast?"

"… Bring a maid here." Luke looked from the door to Asch, eyes wide.

"Asch, what are you doing?!" Luke whispered, dumbfounded.

"Alright, Asch-sama. What would you like on it?"

"The usual but two of them."

"Two?"

"Luke's in here but he's passed out and still somewhat drunk from last night." He pointed out. There was a sigh of relief on the other side.

"I thought we had lost him last night after his strip raid." Luke's face and ears were burning red. Asch grinned.

"Yes, but he's wearing clothes right now."

"… I'll get your food ready, Asch-sama." The clicking of heels vanished down the hall.

"I… did a strip raid?!" Luke asked, hands on his face.

"Yea. And you know, for a guy like you, who lives with Peony, you can't hold your liquor OR your clothes." Luke looked at Asch as he moved himself back into place. His hands grabbed Luke's, pinning him to the bed. "Now…. Where was I?" He whispered, his lips brushing Luke's neck.

"Ah!" Luke gasped, eyes closed tightly.

"Are you a virgin?" Luke blinked, eyes open. Their eyes met. Luke could see the mischievous look there and shivered. "You are." Luke gasped as Asch's tongue ran up Luke's neck. "You certainly taste like it too."

"N-No! Asch!! What if someone hears us?!" Luke asked, trying to get out of the funk of ecstasy that he felt. Hod, if felt good… Luke trembled, Asch sucked his neck oh-so-sweetly. His vision blurred as he huffed and panted, giving into that wonderful sensation. Luke suddenly gasped, Asch's lower body grinding into his. His throat let out a moan, Asch covering his mouth.

"I forgot how loud virgins were…" He muttered, sighing. Luke trembled as Asch began to undo his pants. Luke scanned over Asch with lust and blinked. He forced Asch's hand away.

"Asch, when did you get that scar on your chest?" Asch froze. His hands rested on the metal zipper of the pants and he looked at Luke, shocked.

"You can see it?"

"It's a pretty big and deep scar." Luke reached up, running his hand down it. He felt surges of power coming from it. "Wow…" He whispered with awe. Asch grabbed Luke's wrist, pulling it away. "Huh?"

"Don't touch it…" Asch muttered. He moved, getting off of Luke. He grabbed a white button up shirt, slipping it on and buttoning it. Luke watched him, confused.

"Asch?"

"Sorry… It's… something personal." He told him. "Get dressed. I'm not eating with you if you're only going to wear pants." Luke blushed bright red and nodded, stumbling out of the bed. Asch looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. That look of a murderer was still alive in his eyes.

END CHAPTER 1

End of Chapter 1!! I've been working on this story for quite as while!!

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Luke: PLEASE?!