Cerulean Gaze
Warning: Yaoi content. Save your souls. Press the back button now.
Disclaimer: Chrono Cross characters are not mine. Don't crucify me for the lack of the details from the game.
Summary: It has been two years since Serge's adventures in the two different worlds have ended. Something is missing in his life. Is it the excitement of traveling to another world? Or will he just settle for a song?
A young lad of 19 came to sit upon the white sandy beach where angels are said to lose their way. The sun illuminated the sky that in turn made the cerulean sea seem more bluish green that day. The young idle man who basked in the warmth of the day had dark ocean blue hair that partially covered his tanned masculine face and deep blue eyes. Serge had been staring off the horizon where the gentle waves of the ocean came to meet his bare feet that lay lazily before him. Our youthful hero had matured since his last adventure that seemed like a lifetime ago. The warm and salty sea breeze caressed the man's more built features. Serge's arms and legs were stronger and more muscled, and his eyes and senses were shaper but something seems to be amiss in his cerulean gaze. Could it be the excitement that he once experienced when the two worlds were in chaos made his dark blue eyes lose their luster? Or could it be the way he sees the sea now, empty and forever silent to the desires of his heart. It has been years since he last used the Astral Amulet to cross worlds. Two years ago he decided that the he, Serge from the home world, should permanently cease to exist in the other world. He wanted to make things right, to make set things in its' natural course. This greatly saddened his comrades from the other world but they all agreed to support the blue-haired boy. Serge's eyes used to be filled with life and wonder of the sea but recently his eyes reveal only a lifeless reflection of it.
The boy sat up and dusted the sand off his blue knee-length shorts then tied his red bandana around his head. Seeing sand on his vest and shirt, he nonchalantly brushed it off with a lazy hand.
"You've been acting strange lately. Is something wrong? Oh, did you get the scales I asked for?", a voice of a young woman came from behind him.
Leena, Serge's childhood friend, had grown into a beautiful lady but she still bosses Serge around the same way since they were still little kids. The red-head had been with Serge for the longest time and she has been waiting for the last two years for the man to propose to her but to her disappointment, the blue-eyed man had done and said nothing about the matter.
Facing the curious and ever cheerful woman, Serge took out the items from his pocket, showed Leena the scales of different colors then handed them to her.
"They're pretty Serge. Thank you very much. I'll cook for you tonight for doing such a great job at collecting these scales for me."
Serge simply nodded. Leena took hold of the man's arm as they made their way back to Arni Village.
The rest of the day had been uneventful. Serge lived mainly on daily routines of doing chores for Leena and his mother. When time permits it, he would stare out to sea the way he did that day. People don't notice but Serge was slowly wasting away for a reason even he himself can't comprehend. Serge knew he was missing something but he didn't know what.
That night, the man with the sea in his eyes was restless in his sleep. It seemed that he was conscious at some point and asleep at another. Serge couldn't tell if he was dreaming in his sleep or if he was awake but thinking he was dreaming. Something at the back of his mind really kept him from having a peaceful rest. In his mind he could see images of his past, Lavos and Schala, Kid and all his comrades from before. In the midst of this chaotic display of memories, a familiar melody played in the background.
The Song of Marbule
The man bolted up from his bed, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.
It was faint but Serge was sure that he was hearing the song of Marbule. He feared the song would end at any second so in his haste, Serge only managed to put on his shorts. Without a moment to lose, he ran towards the direction of the music. The sound lead him to the place where he was earlier that day.
Opassa beach still looked wonderful even at night. The stars from the sky reflected off the water of the sea. When Serge reached the shore, the song stopped playing. Only the sound of the waves filled the night air. From where he stood, he could barely see anything aside from the stars and its reflection on the water.
Still confused, Serge caught his breath and simply enjoyed the view of the beach that night. Although he rarely saw this magnificent sight at night, the blue-haired man knew he had to head back to Arni soon. His back was bare and the salty night air, though alluring, was cold. As Serge walked along the shore, he noticed an odd shaped figure lying on the sand. It was too big to be a fish or even a turtle and it was too small to be a whale. Taking precautions, he approached the creature. To his surprise, the figure seemed to be a young man. Serge couldn't see his face but he could tell that this man who lay unconscious before him didn't end up there on purpose. The man on the shore was clad only with a wet pair of dark colored pants and this lead Serge to conclude that the man may have been robbed by pirates at sea. Being the kind-hearted person his mother molded him to be, the blue-haired man lifted the stranger over his shoulders and decided to take him back to his house. To Serge's surprise, the unidentified man was lighter than he expected therefore, he had little trouble walking all the way back to Arni with his burden.
Serge didn't have the heart to disturb his mother's rest so he quietly carried the unfortunate man up to his room and laid him down on the bed to rest. He lit a small lamp on the side of the bed. Serge wanted to know if the stranger had any injuries so that he could treat them right away.
With the aid of the light from the lamp, Serge could clearly see that the man was quite young. He was about Serge's age. The stranger has a lean body, seemed to have pale skin and black shoulder length hair that lay a mess on his face.
He seems so familiar.
Curious, Serge gently brushed the damp messy hair off the sleeping man's face with a shaky hand. Nothing in his whole existence prepared him for what he was about to discover.
"Nikki!" Serge exclaimed out loud.
Author's Notes: Yay for me and my third yaoi fic. Ok so it's not quite done yet. LOL. So which Nikki are we talking about here? Well, you'd have to find out in the next chapter coz I'm certainly not telling :P
PS. Don't expect me to update right away. I'm BUSY.