IMPORTANT INFO TO UNDERSTAND THIS FIC!:
why am I doing this fic, you ask? that's simple ^_^ I HATED THE FACT ERNEST DIED~! ::ahem:: ^^; it's true, tho. Ernest is too sweet to die ::sniff:: and I know what your thinking, "but then if he didn't die, Erts wouldn't become a pilot!" very true! ^_~ I realized that also. so, I'm changing the time line. so that makes this fic an Alternative Universe, peeps ^_^ in this story, Ernest DID NOT DIE! however, he was very hurt by that Victim, so he's out of commission. a.k.a. he's not a pilot anymore, BUT HE'S ALIVE! hehe ^_^ thus making true the fact that Erts became a pilot to replace his brother. beware, this fic is going to also contain yaoi. because it's so cute! ^_^ this is also my first ever Megami Kouhosei fic, so keep that in mind when you review ^^; on with the story! =)
Gareas stood in his uniform with his friends and teammates, saluting Erts. Ernest's brother was going to replace him in his Goddess, since he could no longer fight. Garu felt a loss for this, as he knew Rio, Yu, and even Teela did as well. Erts was not Ernest, although they were brothers. And things were going to be different. But the green-haired boy promised himself that he was going to try to go easy on the kid, at least until he got used to his Goddess. It was going to be hard, considering Gareas' temper. But at least he was going to make an effort, right?
After the ceremony, Gareas didn't even change out of his uniform before heading right to the hospital wing of GOA. He stepped into the white room and over to the bed by the far wall, looking down at the occupant. Ernest's eyes were closed gently, a breathing mask over his mouth and nose. The blonde's body had taken a severe beating by the Victim's attack, and he had almost died. Almost being the important word. Luckily, Teela was able to destroy the Victim leader before it had killed the teen. Gareas sat down on the side of Ernest's bed, being careful not to jolt his friend. The blonde was in sort of a coma, his body being healed by some machines that were attached to him. But the machines could only do so much, the will to live had to be Ernest's. But even if Ernest Cuore healed, he would never again be a pilot. The damage had been done, and there would be some permanent results.
Gareas reached out and gently touched his best friend's hand. He could still remember when they'd first met, as young and eager Candidates in training. Ernest had been quiet and soft spoken then too, while Gareas had been his usual loud and obnoxious self. However despite their differences, the two of them had become friends in no time. The best even. And maybe.. more?
Garu shook his head. Ernest only saw him as a friend, he was sure of it. But he couldn't help but be drawn to the other boy. He didn't know if the feeling was love, but it was something strong. Gareas had felt it the most when that Victim had Ernest's Goddess within it's jaws, the blonde's screams of pain echoing out into space. He'd fired his guns so carelessly, because he *needed* to save his friend. Ernest couldn't die, he wouldn't allow it. A lot of good he did, though. Ernest had told him he was always being reckless and taking unneeded risks that would get him killed. He'd said it after that punch he'd delivered to the green-haired boy's cheek.
Absently, Garu's free hand went to that bruise. He'd never seen Ernest so pissed off before, least of all at him. Before, the blonde had always taken his abuse without much to say back. But after Gareas had come so close to death himself, his best friend had lost it. Maybe.. he really did care.
"Don't go anywhere, you hear me?" Gareas said to Ernest, looking at his best friend with a smile. He reached out and brushed the soft, golden bangs from the other boy's face. "Pilot or not, I need you with me. You're all I have, Ernest."
The teen stayed a little longer, before getting up. He leaned down and kissed his friend's forehead, a tear falling from his eye. Gareas straightened and left, the door closing behind him.
Back in the room, Gareas' tear drifted down Ernest's face, as if it was his own.
OOC: ok, so that was really short. but it's only the first chapter! ^_^ that is, if you guys want me to continue ^^; and yes, the Candidates will be in this story as well. I just gotta have my daily requirement of Zero and Hiead ^_~
why am I doing this fic, you ask? that's simple ^_^ I HATED THE FACT ERNEST DIED~! ::ahem:: ^^; it's true, tho. Ernest is too sweet to die ::sniff:: and I know what your thinking, "but then if he didn't die, Erts wouldn't become a pilot!" very true! ^_~ I realized that also. so, I'm changing the time line. so that makes this fic an Alternative Universe, peeps ^_^ in this story, Ernest DID NOT DIE! however, he was very hurt by that Victim, so he's out of commission. a.k.a. he's not a pilot anymore, BUT HE'S ALIVE! hehe ^_^ thus making true the fact that Erts became a pilot to replace his brother. beware, this fic is going to also contain yaoi. because it's so cute! ^_^ this is also my first ever Megami Kouhosei fic, so keep that in mind when you review ^^; on with the story! =)
Gareas stood in his uniform with his friends and teammates, saluting Erts. Ernest's brother was going to replace him in his Goddess, since he could no longer fight. Garu felt a loss for this, as he knew Rio, Yu, and even Teela did as well. Erts was not Ernest, although they were brothers. And things were going to be different. But the green-haired boy promised himself that he was going to try to go easy on the kid, at least until he got used to his Goddess. It was going to be hard, considering Gareas' temper. But at least he was going to make an effort, right?
After the ceremony, Gareas didn't even change out of his uniform before heading right to the hospital wing of GOA. He stepped into the white room and over to the bed by the far wall, looking down at the occupant. Ernest's eyes were closed gently, a breathing mask over his mouth and nose. The blonde's body had taken a severe beating by the Victim's attack, and he had almost died. Almost being the important word. Luckily, Teela was able to destroy the Victim leader before it had killed the teen. Gareas sat down on the side of Ernest's bed, being careful not to jolt his friend. The blonde was in sort of a coma, his body being healed by some machines that were attached to him. But the machines could only do so much, the will to live had to be Ernest's. But even if Ernest Cuore healed, he would never again be a pilot. The damage had been done, and there would be some permanent results.
Gareas reached out and gently touched his best friend's hand. He could still remember when they'd first met, as young and eager Candidates in training. Ernest had been quiet and soft spoken then too, while Gareas had been his usual loud and obnoxious self. However despite their differences, the two of them had become friends in no time. The best even. And maybe.. more?
Garu shook his head. Ernest only saw him as a friend, he was sure of it. But he couldn't help but be drawn to the other boy. He didn't know if the feeling was love, but it was something strong. Gareas had felt it the most when that Victim had Ernest's Goddess within it's jaws, the blonde's screams of pain echoing out into space. He'd fired his guns so carelessly, because he *needed* to save his friend. Ernest couldn't die, he wouldn't allow it. A lot of good he did, though. Ernest had told him he was always being reckless and taking unneeded risks that would get him killed. He'd said it after that punch he'd delivered to the green-haired boy's cheek.
Absently, Garu's free hand went to that bruise. He'd never seen Ernest so pissed off before, least of all at him. Before, the blonde had always taken his abuse without much to say back. But after Gareas had come so close to death himself, his best friend had lost it. Maybe.. he really did care.
"Don't go anywhere, you hear me?" Gareas said to Ernest, looking at his best friend with a smile. He reached out and brushed the soft, golden bangs from the other boy's face. "Pilot or not, I need you with me. You're all I have, Ernest."
The teen stayed a little longer, before getting up. He leaned down and kissed his friend's forehead, a tear falling from his eye. Gareas straightened and left, the door closing behind him.
Back in the room, Gareas' tear drifted down Ernest's face, as if it was his own.
OOC: ok, so that was really short. but it's only the first chapter! ^_^ that is, if you guys want me to continue ^^; and yes, the Candidates will be in this story as well. I just gotta have my daily requirement of Zero and Hiead ^_~