A collection of AsuCaga drabbles because they deserve so much more than what happened to the pairing in Destiny. This is for all the AsuCaga fans out there who were utterly crushed when the couple was broken up.
Disclaimer: I don't own GSeed, because if I did, AsuCaga would have remained canon, please excuse the bad paragraphing, my formatting has been eaten yet again-.-"
Word Count: 335
Rating: PG
Promise
Against all odds, they had survived the war while death danced around them, brushing close, petal soft, dogging their footsteps shadow-like. A million tears and sacrifices for a peace that had only been a lull for them to catch their breath.
And now, they can only watch, side-line spectators, as a second end approaches and the blood spill begins anew. Very soon, they will be stepping on dead bodies everywhere they walk, using corpses as tables and chairs and throwing sheets over mutilated limbs for beds.
She does not understand why he has to go, and honestly, neither does he. For how does one put the rekindled remnants of a faded loyalty to a uniform and an ideal into coherent thought, much less words?
They like to think of themselves as invincible, as in if nothing in the world could ever hurt them, but they are all too well aware of the fragile thread that life hangs upon. A heartbeat is all it takes to turn an existence into memories and ashes and dust.
He wonders if he will live to see the next sunrise, and she wonders if she will live to see the next sunset. The trinket he presents her with is not so much an expression of an indestructible eternal devotion, but more of a way of saying that he hopes she will remember, even after.
She has nothing to give, but he does not mind because she has bound her hope to that little piece of metal and jewel and that is more infinitely precious than anything he can offer.
What he does not realize, is that he has left something of equivalent value behind and she watches him, dry-eyed as he strides across the wind-swept verdant patch, his faith entwined in the silver and ruby.
They part, hopeless and faithless, uncertain if they will live to see the end of this war. The ring on her finger is cold as her hand closes over it, pressing it against her heart.