My Much Needed Company

Author's notes: Wow! My first four reviews! And by Meowzy! Oh em gee, I worship you! Eh heh, that didn't come out right, but I'm a big fan of all of your Yutos stories.

Ok, so now I'm trying out different styles of writing and points of views.

Ok, so without a further ado…

Disclaimer: Ok, so I pretty much don't own Tales of Symphonia. Or the sexy character designs, or the entire character for that matter. (Cough, cough, especially Kratos and Yuan cough) Eh, I sure wish though.

I pushed some of that annoying blue hair out of my face only for it to fall perfectly back into place.

I sighed.

Of course that was going to happen, four thousand years and counting was that suppose to happen. Why do I waste such time to move my entire arm, flick my wrist, and watch the strands of blue go back in place?

I seriously have too much time in my hands to even think about it.

Way. Too. Much. Time.

So, I continued on my current task, setting the table. It didn't take too long, as it was only for myself. One plate, one fork, one chair, one serving. This night was meant to be for me and only me.

I sighed once more.

As good as that sounded, it wasn't. I needed company. And a dog just wouldn't do. Not after that time Botta brought in his pet.

Hell, I think I would have that mutt for dinner if it wasn't Botta's. Throw a stick, watch it go, and then have a slobbery, dog-germ infested stick in my hand once again.

Whoopty do bazel.

I need someone with me. I need to be with a human.

I need…Kratos.

No you don't Yuan! You don't need that auburn haired, magical swordsman, all clad in purple…

I sighed. Where's your self control man!

That one that walks with one hand on his hip, spiked hair swaying to and fro, as it shines in the sun…

No Yuan, don't think about him anymore!

That one man that seems to make the day seem a little bit brighter when he would smile….

Which wasn't too often though.

But when he did, my heart would just suddenly stop.

I slapped myself.

Damn it Yuan!...Kratos was so 17 years ago!

Pause.

"Woah…" I muttered to myself as I gazed into my empty plate. It was as empty as my stomach.

I just sounded like Mithos on his girly, preteen moments.

(Kratos had even dubbed these moments as "Mithos's man-dot")

This may sound a bit strange, but believe me, those moments happen. No, they just don't happen, they happen a lot.

I giggled softly to myself, remembering the moments when Kratos would actually mimic Mithos. And he did a pretty damn good job on it too…

"I'd love to know what you're thinking about."

I just died that moment in time. No, I had died twice, and then somehow came back, as my back was now facing a man.

Not just any man, only one man could have that unmistakable voice, so smooth and chocolate, like a Stradivarius on a low, sad, melancholic key.

"Kratos…" was the only word that escaped my lips, as I spun around from my seat, a bit too fast at that. So fast, it took me a long time to register that I was coming rather fast at the floor instead.

"Gah!" I seem to yelp, before Kratos had caught my arm and pulled me in closer.

"What will you ever do without me…?" Kratos lectured, shaking his head tauntingly.

I blushed at the remark, not quite being offended by it, but rather noticed how painfully close we were. Not like I didn't like it or anything.

He then pressed a palm on my face, and pushed the hair away from my eyes, as it slowly fell back into place. Just like before. I told you that never changed from happening.

"I like it when your hair does that…" he whispered, slowly caressing my face with a gloved palm, almost in a torturing manner. Kratos is almost conceited enough to actually do that too.

I quietly whimpered at the contact.

The great Yuan, one of the four ancient Seraphim, leader of the Renegades, whimpering. Pathetic.

Perhaps so, but only one man can melt me so quickly. Only one man can tear down my icy fortress, to find the real me trapped inside. Only Kratos Aurion, can break me down in a matter of seconds, even if he wanted to or not.

Then, Kratos had suddenly, and disappointingly, stopped, knowing perhaps he had gone too far, and then patted the sides of my shoulders with both arms.

"I'm sorry. Perhaps I should get going…" he muttered, looking down on the floor, trying his best to keep his face from blushing, failing miserably at it as well.

I smiled warmly, noticing the type of torment Kratos was going through inside his mind, as he tried to keep his composure. Then his words finally came across my mind.

Perhaps I should get going…

"Oh no, please don't" I said, a bit to fast at that. I mean, I really didn't want him to leave. Clearing my throat, I spoke once more, "I mean I could really use the company"

I could really use the company all night long.

And with that…I bid you farewell… Review?