I do not own these characters; they are fictional…however much I wish they were not. Possible offensive language…

A.N.- takes place two hundred years after the ending of symphonia.

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Vision of Division

Chapter One: Drifting Swordsman

He was unaware of when he had lost his emotions.

They had escaped from his body like a large gasp of air. Willing their way out, far too crowded to stay inside.

The memories of something more than a void were circling around him... He knew of these memories. Good memories, bad memories. Their tangible existence was questionable in his mind. His memories of people and places, that he couldn't grasp anymore. Memories that could no longer be physically apparent, were held out of his reach by his own subconscious, muddling the events of the past. Knowing the truth, in his case, was definitely not feeling the truth.

Had those events really happened to him? Had time deluded all that was his truth? He could only hope. The poor man knew far too many truths about his life, about history…that living in fiction was the only why he could breathe. That was his only option.

So his memories had been expelled, pushed far away from his heart. Truth had been masked with unwillingness to remember, to think.

The seraph had liked it that way. How else would he spend all eternity being able to balance out the misfortunes of life? He was trapped in himself- the only place his soul could not stand to be, bound by the past.

"We will be within range soon," A voice called out from the other side of the room.

Kratos Aurion nodded to his friend.

Derris Kharlan had been drifting for years, two hundred to be exact. Two hundred long years of drifting through space, being just but a marble in the universe. It had only been a few weeks since they had figured out they were arriving at the opposite end of Aselia's gravitational pull.

He almost hoped it was just a parallel existence. Maybe a memory of Martel's, that was thought into existence. Was this even possible?

"Maybe I am delusional," he muttered to himself, his head resting in his hands as if it was a burden to hold up- and it was.

The man on the other side of the room stood up from his seat, "This should be interesting, to say the least." Yuan walked towards the door, giving Kratos an apprehensive, yet mockingly serious look. "What if we get there and all intelligent life is lost?"

Kratos smirked, shaking his head at the blue haired man's comment. "Then the world and mana would be safe."

Kratos was serious, speaking truthfully, though quite astringent. He had watched history repeat itself for thousands of years. Pointless wars, racism, genocide. He had watched stupidity and pure careless consumption of life-source. It was truly in the heart of men, that the greatest evil lied.

In a moment's time, one feeling broke into his darkened thoughts, like a lone soldier struggling to break through endless space. For a second he felt a pure energy run through his body, directing his thoughts. Some had managed to shatter his negative perception on life. Pure hearted souls with enough energy to break through his lifeless being. Till this day, their memories alone had enough strength to overcome the barriers of Kratos' thoughts. For this he was grateful. Quite terrible, how the sole remnants of his happiness also caused him the biggest grievance.

Would people of such pure energy still be on his mother planet?

Yuan knew he shouldn't push Kratos to talk about his past. Hell, he didn't even like to think about it. It was the curse of the seraphim to see death- unfortunately just not their own. Yuan's eyes averted from Kratos' slumped stance. It was obvious that the man was on the brink of eradicating any good thoughts of the past, for the sole fact that it hurt too much to think of. He had become weak, emotionally weakened.

"So what do you think happened to everyone after we left?" Yuan knew he was being abrumpt, but two hundred years of beating around the bush had left him in the dark and anxious. He knew now may be his only chance to get an answer before Kratos had to face what was left of his previous life.

There was a deep inhalation from the red headed man. He could think about the truth of what had happened to the others…he could. But he had forced himself to do the opposite for so long, that he wouldn't.

"How many times have you asked me that same question?"

Yuan sighed, disappointed in himself for being so blunt in his questioning. "You know, I'm sorry, I truly am…Please understand however, that I need to know. There still are emotions swimming through my veins. I need to know, for myself."

Kratos laughed, mockingly, painfully. "Only in my twisted perceptions do I not have emotions. If you want to know, go find out. I do not need to know what I fear..." For it was easier, less sorrowful to not know the truth.

"Or maybe you fear, what you already know," Yuan meekly stated, half in sarcasm. His insinuations stepping over the border of Kratos' sanity.

Kratos' eyes grew slightly wider at that comment, though he was determined to hide any sign of emotion. Who was he kidding? He, the angel of darkness, had no emotion. Not much at all. Mostly anyways. Almost completely vanished.

Surely he was definite about this.

"That is enough," Kratos' voice was stern, warning not to proceed.

Yuan had tried countless times to converse with him about such a topic. Each time he was met with a short, bitter reply. Yuan couldn't feel much more guilty about bringing it up. However he knew Kratos' inability to face the truth was to do more harm then good. Maybe Yuan was more willing to progress since more time had passed since Martel had passed away.

Yuan knew that the time was coming that Kratos would have to deal with his past. He would have to face the reality of a human life, which was death.

Yuan clasped his hands together tightly, shaking his head, his eyes slightly clouded by anger. He didn't know if he could take anymore distractions from reality- he had only been trying to help. "If there is anyone who can understand you Kratos…"

"It is you…yeah, right. I know. Thanks." Kratos swiveled around in his chair, turning his back to the blue haired seraph.

Kratos knew it wasn't Yuan who was aggravating him…in fact, he knew Yuan was probably the last person he should be acting curt to. He had to avoid his past at all cost however, he had to avoid himself.

"You know, truth has a way of bending itself. It will lose its meaning if you ignore it for too long. Do not let time distort your soul. Eventually you will never be able to find yourself. Lost in your own reality of fact and fiction…your life is no story…you can't just fill in the blanks."

Yuan sighed heavily after speaking, vexed by Kratos' repetitive behavior.

They would be arriving within the hour.

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Short, I know. My apologies…more soon, please reply and give me more motivation!