Let Me Be the One
Song fic
Angelica Diablo
Disclaimer: Don't own the Ronins. Do own Pirro and Jezzalyn. Let Me Be the One is by
Blessed Union of Souls. This is a sequel to Stand Inside Your Love by request.
"So you're scared to show your feelings
Baby I do understand
Well I don't make a promise I can't keep
And I vow to be a real good friend…"
She was sitting on the side of her bed her head hanging down with her chin almost
touching her chest. Through the wall that her bedroom shared with Torrent's she could
hear Cye talking in his sleep again. Just on the other side of the wall was the head of
Cye's bed, and over the past few years or so he had lived there she had listened each
night to him talking his way through various dreams and nightmares.
Tonight wasn't any different. He was again dreaming of Jezzalyn. Always Jezzalyn,
that cruel bitch who had cheated on him. During the months the two had been dating,
Pirro had listened to long elaborate fantasies he'd had about her, and in each of them
he'd told her of his love. Pirro had longed for someone to care for her the way Cye had
adored that snob, and during several long, cold nights, had found herself crying her
heart out just from the emotion she'd heard him express.
But tonight it was Jezzalyn again, and a bitter agony in his words. He always spoke his
heart as he slept. Only now he was speaking Pirro's words, "And who wouldn't love
you? Who wouldn't want to be loved by you? You always will be loved…" And he
trailed off, only to cry out, "But I love you! Why Jezz? Why don't you love me?" Pirro
knew he'd gotten the note she'd sent several days before, and felt her heart wrenched
out to hear him use her words like that.
"In those big green eyes I see a glow of love
I just hope I'm the one you're dreaming of…"
Pirro knew she'd never been a good neighbor and introduced herself properly. At first
she thought he was some strange psychopath when she'd heard him blathering on in his
sleep about some Tulpa guy, or making death threats toward someone named Sekhmet.
Throughout the months she realized he was talking in his sleep when he had a one sided
conversation with some Kento dude about leaving the food alone until he was done
cooking. Soon she knew him better than she knew herself. She learned about the battle
with Tulpa, about his life, and about Jezzalyn. She also knew his secrets and his desires,
and everything he never even told his best friends.
Listening to him like that, and knowing him so deeply, soon caused her to ache talk to
him, but courage always failed her. Hearing him now, after she'd sent her note, she
realized she might never have a chance to comfort him again.
"Let me be the one to hold you
Let me be the one to care
Let me be the one to light your flame
Oh baby oh baby
Let me be the one…"
She stood up and tapped his wall lightly. She heard him stir and grumble something
about it being too early. She tapped again, right next to where she knew his head would
be. A moment later she heard him come out of sleep with a start. "Wha…?" He asked
in a startled voice, trying to get his bearings.
"Cye? Mouri Cye?" She asked softly.
"Huh? Yeah?" He asked. "Kayura? Are you hiding in here somewhere?" He asked, a
strange tone coming into his voice, one she recognized from his battle dreams.
"No, not Kayura. Just a friend." She said in a hopefully soothing tone. Her stomach
was in knots; what if he freaked and rejected her? "You were crying out in your sleep,
and I wanted to make sure you were okay." She said lamely, so as not to sound like a
freaky stalker person.
"I didn't wake you, did I?" He asked, sounding embarrassed.
"No, I wasn't asleep yet. Cye, I want to tell you something, and it will probably sound
strange coming through the bedroom wall from someone you hardly know…" Pirro
trailed off.
"What?" Cye asked, sounding apprehensive.
"I want to tell you that it's okay to get over her. I know how much you loved her, and
she was a fool to let you go. There are girls out here that would give an arm and a leg to
talk to you; you can find someone so much better. Someone who loves you back." She
knew she was going out on a limb.
"How would you know…Wait, are you the one who wrote that note?" He asked.
"Ye…Yes." She said.
"Oh." He answered simply. For several long moments there was silence, then she
heard him roll over and shuffle the bed sheets around a bit. Then he said in a more
muffled voice that told her he had wrapped the sheets around himself, "Do you have a
name?" He asked, sounding like curiosity had over ruled whatever else he had been
feeling.
"Yes…" She answered. For about an hour the two of them talked. Finally she calmed
him down from the small scare she'd given him, and they just talked. Eventually he'd
fallen asleep on her, and she'd then gotten up and gone to bed thinking of how he was
laying peacefully with only a wall between them.
In his sleep he began talking again, only now he asked, "Mandy, how do you know?"
"We spend all our time together
We can't stand to sleep alone
When you say you have to leave for now
I miss you before you're gone…"
Mandy. That was the name she had given him. Mandy. She couldn't bring herself to
give him her real name. It was the next night. She was again sitting on the edge of her
bed listening to him. There were the noises that told her he was getting ready to settle
down for the night. She could hear him moving around his room as he changed his
cloths, and climb under the sheets. In her mind she could picture him going through
this routine, and let the images tumble through her thoughts like stones dropped in a
pool.
After several moments she heard him whisper, "Mandy?"
"Yes?" She asked.
"I have a question."
Perhaps it was comfort in strangers, or perhaps he just hadn't bothered to go out and
buy himself a diary, but she soon became his nightly confidant. She didn't know how or
why exactly, but he trusted her. Soon they were talking every night until late, and she
would practically have to talk him into going to sleep most nights.
"All along we thought this was absurd (absurd)
Every moment that we spend goes by too fast
Darling, Darling take this chance with me
Cause I have eyes for only you
Oh baby…"
"Mandy, let me see your face…please…" Cye's voice came to her where she lay in bed.
He was asleep she knew, he'd been telling her about how Kento had joked that Cye was
hearing voices and had asked him if his kitchen wall talked too. Half way through a
sentence he'd nodded off. It wasn't unusual, really. "Mandy, this is crazy, but I…I want
to meet you." He said softly. "I mean, I want, I want to see you…I think I love you…"
He'd said in his sleep after months of talking through the wall to each other.
Pirro felt her heart stop beating in her chest. Loved her? He loved her? How could that
be? He must be mistaken. She began to convince herself that she'd heard wrong until
she heard his voice through the wall again.
"Mandy please, don't hide from me forever, it's cruel." He said in a stronger voice.
Pirro shook her head. She closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep, ignoring his
words on the other side of the wall. In her dreams she stood, wind blowing against her
flawless skin, her auburn hair pulled away from her face. And Cye stood before her,
reaching for her, calling her beautiful. She leaned foreword and kissed his cheek.
"Let me be the one to love you
Let me be the one to care
Let me be the one to light your flame
Oh Baby, Oh baby…"
Morning came with out any special ado, and Pirro pulled herself out of bed. She
dressed and readied herself in the best fashion she knew how. She pulled on her kindest
clothing, the shirt that brought out the color in her eyes. Then she tapped lightly on the
wall.
"Mandy?" Cye asked groggily. She knew he didn't have class until two, and no work
till six, so she'd be waking him up.
"Um, Cye? It's about, us I guess. You've asked me a thousand times if we could meet.
Well, I think I want to, today, if you don't mind." She said softly.
She heard Cye practically jump up on his bed. "Like, today? Like, now?" He asked.
"Yes, like now." She told him. The knot in her stomach from earlier was back. "And
please, um…I have to tell you before we meet. I've only lied to you about one thing."
She heard the noise of him getting dressed stop. "What's that? You're really a chick,
right?"
"Yes," She said, almost laughing. "I'm a chick. But my name's not Mandy, it's Pirro."
"Pirro." He repeated.
"Let me be the one to love you
Let me be the one to care
Let me be the one to light your flame
Oh baby Oh baby
Let me be the one
For you…"
Pirro stood just inside her door. She heard him walk into the hallway, and stand
waiting there. She waited until the hall was deserted except for him, and then stepped
out into the shade of the doorframe.
"Pirro?" He asked her, still unable to see her completely. "Pirro, I know you have
wanted to keep this relationship on a purely anonymous level, but please, you said
you'd come meet me today." He said.
She bit her tong and stepped into the light, shutting her door behind her. She looked
into his eyes and waited for a reaction.
"Don't be scared to show your feelings
Cause baby I do understand
And I don't make no promises that I can't keep"
Cye's eyes traveled over the scars that wove a fine webbing over her skin. Fire burns,
completely covering her face, and neck, and hands…
"Pirro?" He asked. When the girl in front of him nodded, he walked foreword and
hugged her. "I'm so glad to finally talk to you face to face. Please don't think this too
foreword of me." He asked her.
She was startled out of words, the words that always came so fluently when the wall
was between them. She hugged him back, and tears managed to squeeze themselves
through her scrunched up eyelids. When he released her, he noticed her tears. "What's
wrong?" He asked.
Pirro could only shake her head for a moment, until her voice returned to her. "I have
watched you, listened to you talk in your sleep for five years, and you are full with
this…this eye for beauty. An artists eye, and…"
A swift motion with his hand cut her off. "Mand…er…Pirro, I don't care. You have
been the one to talk to me through one of the hardest times in my life. If you think I'm
going to be as materialistic as all that, then I don't think you've been listening to me."
He told her.
She just looked at him dumbfounded. He, he would say this? To her? He…
"Come on," He said, interrupting her thoughts of denial. "I told you a month ago, that
when you let me see you I was going to take you to the movies. Now let's go." He
smiled. She stood there for a moment, then started walking. He looked back over his
shoulder once to see if she was following, and his oceanic eyes met hers dead on. No
wavering to look at her scars, or to show he was only being polite. He just looked into
her eyes.
"And I vow to be the one."
Song fic
Angelica Diablo
Disclaimer: Don't own the Ronins. Do own Pirro and Jezzalyn. Let Me Be the One is by
Blessed Union of Souls. This is a sequel to Stand Inside Your Love by request.
"So you're scared to show your feelings
Baby I do understand
Well I don't make a promise I can't keep
And I vow to be a real good friend…"
She was sitting on the side of her bed her head hanging down with her chin almost
touching her chest. Through the wall that her bedroom shared with Torrent's she could
hear Cye talking in his sleep again. Just on the other side of the wall was the head of
Cye's bed, and over the past few years or so he had lived there she had listened each
night to him talking his way through various dreams and nightmares.
Tonight wasn't any different. He was again dreaming of Jezzalyn. Always Jezzalyn,
that cruel bitch who had cheated on him. During the months the two had been dating,
Pirro had listened to long elaborate fantasies he'd had about her, and in each of them
he'd told her of his love. Pirro had longed for someone to care for her the way Cye had
adored that snob, and during several long, cold nights, had found herself crying her
heart out just from the emotion she'd heard him express.
But tonight it was Jezzalyn again, and a bitter agony in his words. He always spoke his
heart as he slept. Only now he was speaking Pirro's words, "And who wouldn't love
you? Who wouldn't want to be loved by you? You always will be loved…" And he
trailed off, only to cry out, "But I love you! Why Jezz? Why don't you love me?" Pirro
knew he'd gotten the note she'd sent several days before, and felt her heart wrenched
out to hear him use her words like that.
"In those big green eyes I see a glow of love
I just hope I'm the one you're dreaming of…"
Pirro knew she'd never been a good neighbor and introduced herself properly. At first
she thought he was some strange psychopath when she'd heard him blathering on in his
sleep about some Tulpa guy, or making death threats toward someone named Sekhmet.
Throughout the months she realized he was talking in his sleep when he had a one sided
conversation with some Kento dude about leaving the food alone until he was done
cooking. Soon she knew him better than she knew herself. She learned about the battle
with Tulpa, about his life, and about Jezzalyn. She also knew his secrets and his desires,
and everything he never even told his best friends.
Listening to him like that, and knowing him so deeply, soon caused her to ache talk to
him, but courage always failed her. Hearing him now, after she'd sent her note, she
realized she might never have a chance to comfort him again.
"Let me be the one to hold you
Let me be the one to care
Let me be the one to light your flame
Oh baby oh baby
Let me be the one…"
She stood up and tapped his wall lightly. She heard him stir and grumble something
about it being too early. She tapped again, right next to where she knew his head would
be. A moment later she heard him come out of sleep with a start. "Wha…?" He asked
in a startled voice, trying to get his bearings.
"Cye? Mouri Cye?" She asked softly.
"Huh? Yeah?" He asked. "Kayura? Are you hiding in here somewhere?" He asked, a
strange tone coming into his voice, one she recognized from his battle dreams.
"No, not Kayura. Just a friend." She said in a hopefully soothing tone. Her stomach
was in knots; what if he freaked and rejected her? "You were crying out in your sleep,
and I wanted to make sure you were okay." She said lamely, so as not to sound like a
freaky stalker person.
"I didn't wake you, did I?" He asked, sounding embarrassed.
"No, I wasn't asleep yet. Cye, I want to tell you something, and it will probably sound
strange coming through the bedroom wall from someone you hardly know…" Pirro
trailed off.
"What?" Cye asked, sounding apprehensive.
"I want to tell you that it's okay to get over her. I know how much you loved her, and
she was a fool to let you go. There are girls out here that would give an arm and a leg to
talk to you; you can find someone so much better. Someone who loves you back." She
knew she was going out on a limb.
"How would you know…Wait, are you the one who wrote that note?" He asked.
"Ye…Yes." She said.
"Oh." He answered simply. For several long moments there was silence, then she
heard him roll over and shuffle the bed sheets around a bit. Then he said in a more
muffled voice that told her he had wrapped the sheets around himself, "Do you have a
name?" He asked, sounding like curiosity had over ruled whatever else he had been
feeling.
"Yes…" She answered. For about an hour the two of them talked. Finally she calmed
him down from the small scare she'd given him, and they just talked. Eventually he'd
fallen asleep on her, and she'd then gotten up and gone to bed thinking of how he was
laying peacefully with only a wall between them.
In his sleep he began talking again, only now he asked, "Mandy, how do you know?"
"We spend all our time together
We can't stand to sleep alone
When you say you have to leave for now
I miss you before you're gone…"
Mandy. That was the name she had given him. Mandy. She couldn't bring herself to
give him her real name. It was the next night. She was again sitting on the edge of her
bed listening to him. There were the noises that told her he was getting ready to settle
down for the night. She could hear him moving around his room as he changed his
cloths, and climb under the sheets. In her mind she could picture him going through
this routine, and let the images tumble through her thoughts like stones dropped in a
pool.
After several moments she heard him whisper, "Mandy?"
"Yes?" She asked.
"I have a question."
Perhaps it was comfort in strangers, or perhaps he just hadn't bothered to go out and
buy himself a diary, but she soon became his nightly confidant. She didn't know how or
why exactly, but he trusted her. Soon they were talking every night until late, and she
would practically have to talk him into going to sleep most nights.
"All along we thought this was absurd (absurd)
Every moment that we spend goes by too fast
Darling, Darling take this chance with me
Cause I have eyes for only you
Oh baby…"
"Mandy, let me see your face…please…" Cye's voice came to her where she lay in bed.
He was asleep she knew, he'd been telling her about how Kento had joked that Cye was
hearing voices and had asked him if his kitchen wall talked too. Half way through a
sentence he'd nodded off. It wasn't unusual, really. "Mandy, this is crazy, but I…I want
to meet you." He said softly. "I mean, I want, I want to see you…I think I love you…"
He'd said in his sleep after months of talking through the wall to each other.
Pirro felt her heart stop beating in her chest. Loved her? He loved her? How could that
be? He must be mistaken. She began to convince herself that she'd heard wrong until
she heard his voice through the wall again.
"Mandy please, don't hide from me forever, it's cruel." He said in a stronger voice.
Pirro shook her head. She closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep, ignoring his
words on the other side of the wall. In her dreams she stood, wind blowing against her
flawless skin, her auburn hair pulled away from her face. And Cye stood before her,
reaching for her, calling her beautiful. She leaned foreword and kissed his cheek.
"Let me be the one to love you
Let me be the one to care
Let me be the one to light your flame
Oh Baby, Oh baby…"
Morning came with out any special ado, and Pirro pulled herself out of bed. She
dressed and readied herself in the best fashion she knew how. She pulled on her kindest
clothing, the shirt that brought out the color in her eyes. Then she tapped lightly on the
wall.
"Mandy?" Cye asked groggily. She knew he didn't have class until two, and no work
till six, so she'd be waking him up.
"Um, Cye? It's about, us I guess. You've asked me a thousand times if we could meet.
Well, I think I want to, today, if you don't mind." She said softly.
She heard Cye practically jump up on his bed. "Like, today? Like, now?" He asked.
"Yes, like now." She told him. The knot in her stomach from earlier was back. "And
please, um…I have to tell you before we meet. I've only lied to you about one thing."
She heard the noise of him getting dressed stop. "What's that? You're really a chick,
right?"
"Yes," She said, almost laughing. "I'm a chick. But my name's not Mandy, it's Pirro."
"Pirro." He repeated.
"Let me be the one to love you
Let me be the one to care
Let me be the one to light your flame
Oh baby Oh baby
Let me be the one
For you…"
Pirro stood just inside her door. She heard him walk into the hallway, and stand
waiting there. She waited until the hall was deserted except for him, and then stepped
out into the shade of the doorframe.
"Pirro?" He asked her, still unable to see her completely. "Pirro, I know you have
wanted to keep this relationship on a purely anonymous level, but please, you said
you'd come meet me today." He said.
She bit her tong and stepped into the light, shutting her door behind her. She looked
into his eyes and waited for a reaction.
"Don't be scared to show your feelings
Cause baby I do understand
And I don't make no promises that I can't keep"
Cye's eyes traveled over the scars that wove a fine webbing over her skin. Fire burns,
completely covering her face, and neck, and hands…
"Pirro?" He asked. When the girl in front of him nodded, he walked foreword and
hugged her. "I'm so glad to finally talk to you face to face. Please don't think this too
foreword of me." He asked her.
She was startled out of words, the words that always came so fluently when the wall
was between them. She hugged him back, and tears managed to squeeze themselves
through her scrunched up eyelids. When he released her, he noticed her tears. "What's
wrong?" He asked.
Pirro could only shake her head for a moment, until her voice returned to her. "I have
watched you, listened to you talk in your sleep for five years, and you are full with
this…this eye for beauty. An artists eye, and…"
A swift motion with his hand cut her off. "Mand…er…Pirro, I don't care. You have
been the one to talk to me through one of the hardest times in my life. If you think I'm
going to be as materialistic as all that, then I don't think you've been listening to me."
He told her.
She just looked at him dumbfounded. He, he would say this? To her? He…
"Come on," He said, interrupting her thoughts of denial. "I told you a month ago, that
when you let me see you I was going to take you to the movies. Now let's go." He
smiled. She stood there for a moment, then started walking. He looked back over his
shoulder once to see if she was following, and his oceanic eyes met hers dead on. No
wavering to look at her scars, or to show he was only being polite. He just looked into
her eyes.
"And I vow to be the one."