Chapter 1: Soooo Immature

Kratos... It's been a long time, hasn't it? I wrote this... For your eyes only. A rememberance of our meeting... And our parting. Please don't forget... I love you.

Love,

Anna Flamme Irving

This is the story about two lovers seperated by their race. One was a human woman, the other, a former human, turned angel. Because of their placings in society, they were contstantly chased by those who desired power from the other side. This is the tale of a spirit of lightning and a cold-hearted angel who learned to love... And also learned the true meaning of loss and grief.

Kratos wasn't sure he agreed with Lord Yydrassil's ideals, but he had to go along with it, because he didn't know any other way to go. Mithos was his friend. He couldn't just leave him behind. He lifted his beautiful angel feathers and flew down to Sylvarant, looking at the sad human ranches.

"I might as well look around..." he told himself as he landed at the Iselia ranch, where he put his feathers away. He looked through the fence to see hundreds of people slaving away at tedious work to get their exspheres ready for harvesting. When he was surveying the many captives, one person stood out like a light in the gloomy dark. She worked hard and well, and even smiled while she did. She had long dirty blonde hair, spunky green eyes that could pierce through dimensions, and an aura of fire. She looked about 20 years old, he thought. She lifted her bare cut feet through the horrible mud and moved along the blocks, even with her feet slightly bleeding. She coaxed along the others to come with her, and their spirits were helped as she gave them hope. Then, one of the children tripped over a rock and fell down into the disgusting ground.

"Hey, are you hurt? Let me help you up." she stopped for a moment on the work she was working so hard on and lifted him back on his feet and smiled. She dusted a bit of the dirt off the child's burlap sack clothing and brushed his cheek with her hand.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" a Desian soldier yelled at her. She jolted up and put the child behind her.

"I know what comes next, but spare the child and give me his whippings as well." she stared at them with eyes of pure bravery.

"Fine then." they smirked and started to whip her. Kratos saw through a place that the soldiers had whipped through her clothes previous cuts that were now gushing twice as much blood. But this girl... She was holding in all of her screams of pain.

"Stop it." Kratos ordered the soldiers. The cowered at his feet.

"S-Sir, we're sorry...!" one of them picked her off the ground and threw his whip on the ground.

"I'm taking her with me." Kratos said softly and lead her into the facilities.

"Who...?" she asked once they got in the sound-proof room built for Kratos a few years before and she sat down on a soft chair, lifting her back away so she wouldn't get blood on the cloth.

"Kratos Aurion." he looked at her with cold, emotionless eyes, and she nodded shyly.

"I'm... Anna. Anna Flamme."

"Your name means fire right? It fits your attitude."

"What does that mean?" she crossed her arms and put on a pouty face.

"She's soooo immature for her age." Kratos thought to himself.

"Nothing," he popped the top off of some antibiotic medicine, "Here. turn away from me and pull down your dress." he said calmly. She turned bright red, but closed her eyes and reisisted to... Resist.

"Fine." she turned around in the chair she was seated in and pulled the sleeves off her shoulders until it fell to her waist, and she covered her chest with her arms.

"This may hurt, but just deal for a minute." he put some of the stinging medicine on her pure, pale, creamy white skin, now lashed with red blood, and then put a bangadge on as she gritted her teeth to hold in the pain.

"Are we done...?" she whispered in pain.

"Almost. How are you not used to this? By the look of your back, you protect everyone from their lashings." he gently softened the bandage onto her back.

"Oh... I guess, but the soldiers don't give us this kind of treatment... I think the last time I've had any kind of medical care was when I came here when I was 13. I'm 21 now, so... 8 years..." she sighed and put her head down.

"God..." he wrinkled up his brow.

"Yeah, it's horrible."

"Not that, I mean your hair is SUCH a nuisance." he lifted one of his eyebrows, and she blushed.

"Well it's not like we have SCISSORS or anything!!" she yelled at him in frustration, then settled down and held a grasp of her hair in her hand, "But I won't cut this hair, even if get my hands on something to cut it with. The last time I got it cut was when I was 13, before I was captured and brought to the human ranch when I was shopping for dinner. I used to have hair down only down to my shoulders." she stroked it a bit.

"I'm sorry." he placed the last of the bandages on her back, "I just need to do your arms. Raise them out."

"No way! I'll be na-na-naked!!" she stuttered and blushed.

"Yup. Soooo immature." Kratos thought again to himself.

"Fine," he sighed, "I'll have to come closer to you and apply it, without removing your arms from your chest." she looked suspiciously at him, like he was going to sexually attack her, but he looked at her dully with his beautiful gaze. She softened her eyes, and relaxed her muscles so the medicine would go on better. She felt a slight blush in her cheeks as his breath softly went down her skin. It was amazing, his warm breath, the cold medicine... She felt like she would fall asleep... AND SHE DID. Well, you couldn't blame her. She hadn't slept in days. She fell softly onto Kratos's chest, where he caught her shoulders with his hands.

"You've... Really been trying hard, huh...?" he whipered close to her ear, hoping it would reach her dreams. Her breath softly went up and down, and before he himself fell asleep to the lullaby of the other's breath, he slipped her clothes back onto her shoulders and then placed her on a small bed in the room, where she nearly drowned in the comfort that she hadn't felt in eight years.