A/N: I'm royally pissed! There's no Arumat fanfictions ANYWHERE! Well I might as well make one myself. Here we go!

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Ocean. If I did, SO3's main character woulda been Albel and Nel would've ended up with him :} tee-hee! 3

Pairings: Arumat/Myuria, possible appearance of Edge/Reimi if asked for.

Warning: I haven't finished the games so there's many things I don't know, so don't flame if I get something wrong ^^ purdy plz?

Time Zone: little after arriving at EN II for the first time.

Chapter One – Vulnerable

It was a regular old night in the Calnus. Well what you could consider night in a ship. It was decided by Reimi that the ships lights would be dimmed every 12 hours, for 12 hours, for the benefit of every crewmember's healthy sleep. The darkness of the ship allowed them to relax and consider it a sort of night time and head for bed.

A certain silver haired eldarian wondered the darkened recreational area. His face scrunched up in pain, he rested his aching muscles on one of the nearby benches.

'… The pain gets worst every day…' Arumat relaxed onto the soft bench, staring at the star ocean as the Calnus soared thru its void. The light blue stars blinking at his eyes gently.

His amber eyes begged him for some rest as the soft couch beckoned the goddess of sleep to take the battle god with her.

Arumat dared to let his guard down in the ship. Something he rarely ever did. He would never dare say it, but the warmth of the rather odd group of the Calnus gave him a great sense of trust. One he'd never had for anyone other than Crowe in his whole life.

"This crew sure is rubbing off on me…" His soft whisper was swallowed by the silence as he turned his trusty laser scythe off and laid it on the floor beside him as his eyes closed and he allowed himself some well deserved sleep.

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"Lucien!" Myuria woke up with a start. The same nightmare that always plagued her had come to visit once more. The death of her deceased husband was fresh in her mind.

"Guess I won't sleep much tonight…" She rubbed her forehead as she moved to wake up. Edge had helped her move on with her life, whether he had meant it or not, but she still loved her husband. The boy tried very hard to maintain his crew happy but she knew he only had eyes for his childhood friend. Not to mention he was far too inexperienced as a man to even begin to interest her.

Trying to get some air, she walked all over the Calnus until she reached the recreational area where she noticed a very still head of silver. Out of curiosity she approached the man known as Death incarnate.

"Hey, what are you doing up so-" She stopped short when she finally reached him and saw the man sound asleep. His head was cushioned by the arm-rest while his body lay sprawled all over the couch. She couldn't stop a giggle from escaping her lips at the thought of the ever alert man so unashamedly letting his guard down enough to sleep. And sleep so deeply that he would not wake up with the sound of her voice.

She studied him closely. Strong arms folded in front of his chest for warmth, his chest rose and fell with his even breathing, one leg on the second arm-rest of the couch while the other "half stood" on the floor and his lips parted slightly. He was a sight to behold. Myuria couldn't miss the rare opportunity of taking advantage of a much unguarded Arumat. So she sat down beside his chest and softly brushed the hair off of his face, revealing the part of his face no one saw. She was disappointed to find, there was nothing mysteriously hidden behind his bangs. So she gained nothing of taking advantage of the situation. She felt rather childish, for even trying to find a secret about the man. Sure he was silent, but so far he had not kept a secret from them. Even when Bachuss had found out about his affliction he hadn't bothered to deny it.

She smiled; the man was a very dedicated one. He'd rather die than give up on his mission, or his life-style, or his team.

Her brow knitted softly in worry as she saw his eyes scrunch up in pain for a few seconds.

"It's getting worse every day isn't it…?" she whispered at the sleeping man. She rubbed his right arm, the way a friend would when you're in pain. This made his eyes soften slowly and he released a soft sigh. His face relaxed once more.

She couldn't help but worry about his well being. After all, he was one of the 'family' now.

Family.

She had longed for one with Lucien for so long. She sighed as his memory once more flooded her senses. She shook her head; Lucien wouldn't want her to mourn his death forever. She needed to move on, to be happy, that was Lucien's final wish.

A soft grunt brought her back to reality. Arumat's whole face was scrunched up in pain this time. His whole body was tense and his left arm now gripped his right side.

She wondered for a second if a healing symbol would help him out. She quickly thought about the symbol and placed her hand on the side where he was currently gripping himself. A soft light brightened the room for a few seconds and Arumat's face slowly relaxed once more. But this time his eyebrows remained knitted in exhaustion. The poor man looked more drained of energy than what he was supposed to have slept. Some beads of sweat now slid down his neck and forehead.

Myuria's worry increased by the minute.

'Is this man gonna die on me…?' She took out a handkerchief from her pocket and softly wiped away the sweat off his face and neck.

His exhaustion and pain had brought him a little closer to reality and he could now notice the soft cloth being rubbed on his skin. Amber eyes softly opened and met sapphire. Myuria smiled at the man in front of her as he woke up.

"Having a rough sleep, huh?" The amber eyed man could only grunt an affirmative. Far too tired and far too sleepy to talk, and his throat seemed too dry to open.

"Why'd you decide to sleep here?" Arumat looked up and remembered where he had dozed off. His eyes shut and he shrugged his shoulders slightly.

Arumat didn't seem to particularly mind that she was sitting on what little was left of the couch. Nor that she was squeezing him a bit against the couch because of this, nor the fact that she was slightly leaning on his chest after having finished her symbol. He was simply too tired. And he somehow knew she had relieved him of his pain. Anyone who helped him out on that one without disabling him from fighting had his respect. He appreciated the care Edge and Bachuss had wasted on trying to convince him to go to EN II and get treated, but he would fight till his very last breath.

She noticed his lack of interest for personal space and smirked a bit as an idea popped in her head.

She leaned in fully on top of his chest as she softly pressed her lips onto his. His eyes softly opened and she ended the nearly inexistent moment. His head was too exhausted to register what just happened. So he settled for staring at her in bewilderment.

She smiled softly at his response. She thought back to when she was about to kiss Edge. She was glad she didn't, the boy wouda probably blushed and blundered.

This man was different; he was certainly a lot more mature, and a lot less wanted by other women.

She closed the gap between their lips once more and this time he responded, rather weakly, as the little energy he had left was quickly being depleted. The chaste kiss ended quickly once more, almost as if they were shy. It took everything he had in him to keep his eyes slightly open. She chuckled softly and closed his eyes gently with her hand. He sighed and quickly fell prey to his exhaustion.

Myuria smiled and stood up quickly making her way to her room and taking a few sheets and walking back towards the sleeping man in the recreation room. She covered him up with a few blankets. She couldn't help but smile once more while staring at the man. Who woulda thought the rough and cold looking man would have such warm lips? She leaned down and stole yet another kiss from the silver haired Eldarian and quickly retreated to her room.

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What will Arumat's response be when he wakes up and realizes what he did and what was done to him while he had left his guard down?!

Stay tuned if you wanna find out! :3

Read and review!!! :3 I'm thinking up another chapter already. However, I'll allow you all to influence me! :D So if you have any suggestions please do post em in your review :o

My second story on ^-^ You know I was seriously considering making an Arumat/Sarah story just for the kick of having the irony of placing an Angel with a god of Death. But she's just too dumb -_-; I would be irritated by her naiveness. Myuria seems like a suitable couple. She's so forward she could probably get something outta him.