Disclaimer: I absolutely do not own Last Exile. This is fiction.
This fiction has something like boy's love. Beware? No, Be ensnared! Ah, bad joke.
Another small thing, but this time, 121 words. Why 121, you ask? Because I like it that way. Or because it is my second one. Oh, and if you have not finished the series, you should not read this. And don't be afraid to review.
"To Him"
"Why did you let my precious Dio escape?"
"I…" Luciora faltered.
"How strange. You aren't even his friend." As expected, Her words were cruel.
"Luciora, what are you to Dio?"
Luciora thought of Dio. He remembered the touches, embraces, and even harsh words. He thought of Dio's affection and playfulness, and fears. He remembered their time on Sylvana, how Dio had been truly happy. Dio had been his first friend—they were friends, Dio told him. But she was asking the wrong question…should it not be, what is Dio to him?
"Answer me, Luciora. What are you to Dio?"
He understood. Her last cruelty to him before he dies for his sin. His sin of love.
Luciora smiled. "I am…Dio-sama's friend."
+finis+
he cried for the kindness He gave
he died for the love he had
Luciora, I miss him.
