For My Pride and My Promise


Hi everyone; It's kinda been awhile, hasn't it? Go ahead, harass me all you want...

On the other, non-abusive, hand, I figured I'd write a fic about TOA, with all of its... originality. So, here it is, as expected.

And, before I forget... Disclaimer: I do not own TOA. Enough said about that. Oh, and this will contain some Ion x Synch-ness. Alot of it. Deal with it, and enjoy.


Tlip... tlip... tlip. I hit my pen against the edge of the table, wondering what I should write; how to confess my feelings... Tlip. What to write... to him Tlip. I sigh loudly and drop my head to the desktop in defeat. Tlip. I shove the papers off of the desk in disgust and sigh once again. Tlip.

Later, I lift my head from the desk, and I blink a few times. My room is... much darker than it was a few minutes ago... or whenever I gave up writing my letter.

"Hey," I hear a voice emerge from behind me. I turn in shock, only to notice that Synch is behind me. "It's about time you got up."

"Ah! Synch?" I stand up immediatly, my face ablaze. "Wha-what are you doing here? I-I thought..." I say as I regain my posture.

"Ion." He looks at me, leaning against the wall, completely unaware of my idiotic behaviour. I respond with a simple glance. "Shut up."

I smile and walk over to the opposite wall and stand in front of Synch. "So... what brings you to a place like this? I know you love Daath as much as Asch likes Luke..."

"..." Synch looked at me, but still refused to move. "I was here on official buisness with the other Rokujinshou, and when I was done..." He moved away where he was standing. "...I decided to come visit you."

This, of course, made me blush furiously, and made me very nervous. "Synch..." I looked down and covered my face. "...But I thought...?"

"Of course, I'm not finished here. I... have to tell you something." I snapped my eyes open quickly and staggered backwards. 'Is he...? Does he feel the same way...?'

"Ion, I need..." He started, and I looked at him and nodded like a fool. Naturally, he stared at me like I was an idiot, and he smiled and blushed before he continued.

'Say it... Say it...!'

"I need those reports on the miasma toxicosis patients."

I stared blankly at him and just about fell over. I walked slowly and like I was dead over to my desk, and grabbed them. I walked over to him and handed him the papers.

"Ion." He said, looking over the papers, looking like he had saw the world end. I looked blankly at him again, and realized the papers I had given him were... "What the hell are these?" He showed me the papers and, of course, my analysis was right.

Those papers definetly were not the miasma toxicosis reports. They were the doodles I would draw during the Score meetings. They were also the papers that I had my drafts on; my drafts of my letters to Synch!

Synch and I both looked like we had died.

Minutes of silence passed and I was the first one to speak. "Synch... about those papers..."

Synch put his a finger up to my face. "Ion." He looked at me and walked over to me, where I was leaning on my desk, due to the shock. "It's... nice to know the fact that you... like... me," he choked out the word like as if it were a bug, "But the thing is..."

'Oh, Yulia, here it comes...'

"Ion... I kinda like you, too..." He said, looking away from me, blushing furiously.

He responded in kind by placing his arms around my waist. "Synch, I know what it feels like... to be alone." I said to him, closing my eyes lightly.

"No, Ion. I think you mean 'to have no one to relate to'. Am I incorrect?" He said, wrapping his arms around me tighter. I simply nodded and smiled.

"It's nice... to have someone who understands me." He sighed and relaxed his grip slightly.

Then, I heard voices outside the door. The sounded like... the Commandant and Mohs' voices?

"Damn!" Synch let go quickly and shoved me toward my other room. "Ion, go into the other room and hide; If they find you-" He whispered in my ear before I cut him off. "No, Synch. We'll face this -together. I mean, what's the worse thing that could happen? You're just getting some reports, right?"

Synch smiled and nodded as the door opened. "Now, Fon Master," He spat out the word Fon Master, and I pretended to be offended, "Isn't it about time you gave me those reports?" I sighed and 'gave in', and shoved him the papers. Mohs and Van stared at us and exchanged confused glances. "Synch, I'll take those reports, seeing as you failed to deliver them three and a half hours ago." Van said, slightly disgusted, as he snatched the papers. He whispered something into Mohs' ear and they both walked out.

Synch and I waited nervously until we heard the faint hum of the fonic glyph. When we heard it, I sighed a sigh of relief. "That was close, right Synch?" I looked behind me, only to see Synch distracted by a picture on my desk.

"Synch...?" I said, walking over to him and Ilooked at the picture.

"Ion, this picture is the picture of all seven of us..." He said, taking the picture into his hands. "All seven replicas before...well, you remember." I stared at the picture and nearly cried. "I remember that moment..."

"That was the moment where I first met you."


Hurray... it's done and it kinda sucks! Too bad, though.

Reveiws are appreciated, always-