Unspeakable
by Aizhen Aschenhimmel
I can't say it. KainxRydia
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy IV doesn't belong to me. If it does, I'll have Kain and Rydia together.
A/N: Another KainxRydia fic, and something...lighter than Forgiveness. Enjoy.
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I can't say it.
Cecil is questioning her, his face visibly worried, and Rosa hovers beside her, her hand on her shoulder and gently shaking her.
I can't say his name.
He stands behind Cecil, looking at her with worried and curious eyes, and sometimes his gaze flickers to Rosa beside her, and then the worry becomes that of distant bitterness.
She ends her misery with a forced laugh, saying that she's alright, that she had just remembered something about the Land of Summoned Monsters - "Oh, Queen Asura says that there is something she wants to talk with you about... " (it sounds so extraordinarily lame to her ears) - and she finally, finally acknowledges him with an overenthusiastic 'hello', a giddy smile to rival summer and, with a hasty excuse that sounds just as foolish as her diplomacy remark, departs from the throne room with her face feeling as hot as Firaga.
But why?
(Later on Cecil asks her, "What is it that Queen Asura wants?" She is, once more, at a loss for words.)
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I can't say it.
He returned to Baron partly because Cecil and Rosa strongly insisted, partly because of his own uncertain volition (from what she had been able to gather from their rare conversations). The kingdom regained its finest Dragoon from his self-imposed exile, but from what she can see, he isn't home completely yet.
I can't say I care.
He stands atop the crenellated walls of the castle, unafraid and faraway, ready to leap and disappear beyond the sunset skies. She knows that he knows she is there, just behind him, watching, waiting and silent. And he also keeps his silence, the same way he keeps his guilt and fears to himself, the dark things that haunt him.
In a way he is still in that distant, hostile mountain. His soul wishes to. She wishes she could do something to lessen the pain.
I think I know why, and I wish I don't.
(She is late for dinner, and when Rosa asks why, she is speechless.)
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I can't say it.
Midnight serves as his accomplice as he quietly walks away from the castle, his few possessions packed and moonlight catching the blond strands that peeked out of his helmet.
I can't say I love him.
She watches, outwardly numb, inwardly crumbling, watching him return to his exile and penance.
Most likely Cecil and Rosa do not know.
She is to leave tomorrow for the Land of Summoned Monsters, together with a diplomatic agreement, stories and a broken heart.
Because I know it's hopeless.
(She spends her last night in Baron alone, and her sadness is without words.)
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A/N: I have mixed feelings about this so...reviews will be much, much appreciated.