I got this idea when I was eating. I was like, a Yuan story! All about Yuan, for Yuan. Lol x) I'm not going to rant this time, just get on with the story. This is like for all those Yuan fans

News; Recentely I have updated this story. It'll work alittle better now for Yuan's and Kratos' relationship, seeing I thought the end of this chapter was alittle too, fluffeh.


Choices Of An Angel

By: Katandshadow

Chapter One: The Choices We Make

Yuan POV


It was cold. A Sheer, un tolerable cold feeling. All the walls seemed like they were trapping me, trapping me in a void of darkness, loneliness, and nothing-ness.. All I could feel was the cold and a horrible feeling like my heart was being torn out over, and over again. Time didn't seem to past. I was lost, lost in this world…

I could barely see two inches in front of me. Either my eye-sight had betrayed me or this darkness was of the magic type. I'm just starting now to awake from a deep sleep. The question on where I am is lingering on my lips. For some reason, my hands are tied together along with my feet. The presence of this room was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Damn, what the hell was going on?

Then it hit me again. Like a stake through my bruised heart. She was really gone. There was no turning back whatsoever. The deed had been carried out like planned, but this feeling of shock and despair kept creeping back over me.

I felt like a prisoner trapped in my own soul. Just felt like I was sitting here, waiting to be executed. But now, I finally realized what had happened. Something I never wanted to happen, I couldn't believe he had done it. I was granted an eternal damnation without Martel. But worse then that, I had been implanted with this weird crystal like object that had given me more powers then even a Summon Spirit. I had been turned into an angel against my will.

The darkness seemed to only be getting worse. I felt isolated, alone, and broken. Nothing left but fragments of my old self. Was this really what it felt like to live forever?

"Yuan?"

The voice was strong and concerned. I tried to turn my head to see where the voice came from, but even then, a single movement caused horrible pain. I felt like I was dieing, but I knew that would never happen.

"Yuan… are you still there?"

The voice sent sharp pangs of pain through my head. I wanted to yell for him to stop, but I couldn't speak. Footsteps suddenly blasted through my mind as I could vaguely see Kratos' figure besides me. He stood there, no reaction at all. I held my head in pain and my body felt enormously numb.

"He changed you into an angel I see. Here take this, this should subdue the pain for now," He spoke, every word he said felt like spikes being shoved into the flesh of my skin. I could feel ice cold sweat roll of my face and onto the floor. Kratos passed me a vial; I still had my hands wrapped together. He moved it to my mouth and tilted it so the silver liquid trickled into my mouth.

The last feeling I could remember was relief and a feeling of overwhelming angst and fatigue. I shut my eyes and drifted into a dark, almost dream-like trance.

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"Yuan, Yuan wake up,"

I twitched my eyes uneasily and felt a blanket wrapped around my body. I was somewhere other then where I had been a few moments ago. Slowly, I felt my blood flow through my body and I began to feel normal once more. I remained stiff, not wanting to feel anymore pain; emotionally or physically.

"Yuan, come on, get up,"

I felt Kratos shove me and I rolled over. What the hell does he want? I groaned angrily and cracked open and eye and saw my comrade standing before me, but something was different about him. Something I didn't realize until now. He had wings of Cruxis. They extended and seemed almost ghost-like transparent. I was lost for words as I sat up. A pulsing head ache came on and I clenched my teeth angrily.

"What… happened," I managed to say. I didn't want to thank Kratos for what he had done to help me. I wasn't actually sure what he had done. A slight smile covered his face. That was a first. Usually he only smiled when Martel spoke to him. And that thought burned a whole through me once more. She was really gone. Damnit, I wish I could have stopped this from happening.

"You were on the verge of collapsing, and I managed to drag you out of Mithos' Castle before you were turned into a lifeless being," Explained Kratos. I couldn't grasp all of this. More so I didn't want to grasp this idea. I felt like I was going to faint once more, but managed to remain still.

"I see he turned you against your will also," I Muttered. My voice was filled with an icy coldness. I never wanted to be this way. I wanted to die. I wanted to feel her warmth around me again. I wanted to be with her for eternity, but as it was now, I would never be able to see her, or feel her again.

"Yes. And you also were granted wings," Kratos spoke softly. I glanced over my shoulder, disdainfully and saw a set of light lavender wings. Just like Kratos'. I felt like a ghost trapped in the bridge of life and death. I shut my eyes tightly and clenched my fist with furry.

"Damnit Mithos, why the hell would he do this. Why would he cruse us with an eternal damnation. I don't want to live anymore Kratos, I really don't. Damnit," I kept my eyes closed tightly. I felt the presence of my wings. They felt like air on my back. A strong feeling of power I knew I would never be able to control. And it hurt me. I just wanted to die, but I couldn't. I wanted to cry, but I wouldn't.

"Yuan…" I could feel sympathy in Kratos' voice. I remained still and crossed my arms. I wanted it all to end. Was this the true meaning of power? I had no choice to be this way. I couldn't turn back if I wanted to.

"The Choices we make now, Yuan, will affect our lives ahead. Remember that, don't do anything rash. And, although I hate to admit this, I'll always be there for you," He spoke softly. He felt a pang of relief when he said that. I wasn't much of a talker or one that strived for a companion, but just the thought of someone there for me relieved the slightest bit of pain.

"…" I couldn't thank Kratos. It wasn't like me to thank Kratos at all. Usually I ignored him or just remained silent. But it was different. He knew what I was thinking but didn't point it out.

"I won't ask you to thank me Yuan," Kratos muttered sitting down . I didn't reply but say where I was. I knew he didn't understand how I was feeling. He never lost someone that was dear to him. He didn't know how I was feeling. But for some reason I felt close never him. I just couldn't tell him to go away. He was the last person I had left.

"Kratos," I began, opening my eyes once more and starring at my wings in disgust. My heart beat so fast I could barely breathe. He looked over at me and gave a meek look. He didn't seem to be enjoying his transformation either. I could tell it from the way he scarred blankly.

"Hmm..?" He asked glancing over. I cloud barely bring myself to say anything. My heart felt broken in so many ways I couldn't' stand it. I closed my eyes and spoke.

"Nevermind," I replied bitterly. My head still had that feeling of agony, like nothing was real, but I had to stay awake. I didn't fully trust Kratos, but he had saved me.

"So, what do you plan on doing now? Seeing Mithos has fled to Derris-Kharlan?" Kratos suddenly asked. Curiosity filled his garnet eyes as he dared a glance over at me. Puffing out my cheeks angrily, I bite down on my bottom lip.

"How am I supposed to know the answer to a question like that! You're such a heartless human," I muttered, avoiding Kratos' wandering gaze. Sure we had our moments where we seemed like old buddies, but more then often we were fighting, or attempting to cause each other pain.

"You're pain's speaking," Kratos injected. It wasn't a returning bit of anger, but in fact a observation. Sighing, I didn't look at Kratos. Just kept my eyes on my feet.

"Why is it affecting me worse then you," I hissed back. He didn't seem to be in pain at all. Why was it just me that had to deal with such agony. It wasn't fair. Nothing was.

"I know how to deal with it, you don't. Now, get some sleep Yuan, and we'll figure out what we're going to do in the morning," Kratos whispered. Sharply turning back to him, to protest about doing anything with him, I found myself un capable of quarreling at this moment. The pain was horrible, and the choice I had to make between living a life without love and friends or the choice to have someone who had always been there for me. The choice was obvious. And I knew it was a choice I had to make. I was transformed into an angel and that's the way things were going to be.

"Tha-," I began to say.

"Just go to sleep," He retorted, and I closed my eyes. For some odd reason, I didn't even know, I felt safe and warm for the first time after Martel had gone. Although Kratos didn't know how I felt, I'm sure he would stay by my side, as odd as it sounded. We had our own choices to make…


Author's Note:

YUAN AND KRATOS STORY! MWAHAHAHHA! It is so spiffeh! I mean really, it is so spiffeh! I got this idea from a giant random pear in the road by my house. I thought, Hey let's write an angst story about Yuan and Kratos. Like when Yuan turned into an angel! I might continue but what note should I continue on? I like the title and whole idea of Yuan's POV. I think I like writing as yuan! Mwahaha! Please review, I command you all to review for me! I want many reviews. Please! Kratos says to review! heheheh