YOU ARE MY SONG

By XxXSeraph12XxX

…A SyncAriOriIOn Fanfic

"…I know down inside, you are mine

And I'm yours... Part 1

…knowing inside, there's no escape…

A/N: A weird encounter with the 'Tempest', another reoccurring dream with her 'Mother?'… Do these events have any connections with each other? Arietta woke up late in the morning finding herself soak from her brother's…*ahem*... She finds herself 'late' for something…Weird introduction is weird and CONFUSING. Skip this and head for the main course people xDD

Special thanks to Emberstar-phoenix lover, Ghosty12345, sallysnake, MintyPinkHydreigon, AmageddonX, Dave and Bob and Shadow-over*Writer for the reviews!I hope you guys would continue to read the upcoming chapters of this weird fanfic xDD.

WARNING SPOILERS from the GAME and ANIME and MANGA etc.

I do not own Tales of the Abyss; the characters used nor the song present in this fanfic. They belong to their respective owners.

"What the hell… not again…"

Sync founds himself lying helplessly at the back of his consciousness AGAIN. As he tries to struggle, he noticed his original standing beside him.

"Hey Creep! I thought I can have my damn body back?" he hissed at his absent-minded intruder as he continues to wriggle back to his normal self. The real Ion turned and shot glances at his replica and what's creepy is that he is bearing Sync's looks again. He tonelessly chortled at Sync.

"What? I can't just sit and act as a spectator all day long… I need to at least move around you know. It wouldn't be fun if you get all the fun for yourself, wouldn't it?" Ion roguishly snickered at Sync.

Sync cursed behind his breath. He thought he could finally take his revenge at him but it seems it would be delayed. He just lay placid at his place and shut his eyes tightly. Crap, am I going to watch out from the shadows again? He thought as he imagines his original taking his place. Guess he'll just do it some other time.

"I'm surprised, you didn't whine today. Are you starting to take a liking at me?" the sardonic original sneered as he stared at the 'trash' all composed.

Sync huffed indignantly and glowered at his residing original. "In your dreams…finish your stupid 'thing' with her and get the hell out of my body, you bastard!" Sync snapped at Ion as he shook his head away from his original's mocking face.

"…suppose I plan of showing 'your' identity to her today, will you dare stop me?" Ion chuckled as he narrowed his eyes at his clone.

Sync's composed face fidgeted. He didn't expect the real Ion asking his opinion about revealing his 'true' identity to his original's pet. In truth, he didn't mind showing his *gaddam face at her to begin with, he didn't even care if she had a mental breakdown upon seeing her beloved master's face plastered on his. If it weren't for Van's insistence, he would have confidently blended on to the society and even to his fellow comrades without having identity crisis. If it weren't for the fact that he was just a 'replacement', probably his life wouldn't be as pathetic as it is. He clenched his fist and surprisingly, his physical body did so.

'Did I do that?' His eyes widen in astonishment. He rolled his eyes to check if his original noticed this but seemed oblivious about the matter as he just stared at his replica… wearily.

"I don't give a damn if you reveal it to her, but if Van confronts me about it then I'll totally crack your head off when I have the chance!" The spiky-haired youngster retorted at his residing 'guest'. Ion just shrugged his shoulders and let out a mocking chuckle.

"Whatever you say…trash"

The beast communicator fixed her room and herself quickly as she noticed how late she has been. She shot glances at her wall clock and quivered. 'Oh no… I'm keeping the Commandant...' she whispered mentally as she hugs her ragged doll tightly.

As soon as she was finished with her personal agenda, she turned at her open window; closed and turned the handles down to lock it. She wonders why she forgot to close it earlier. She shrugged the idea off as she went out of her room and head to her superior's office with an awed feeling inside her. 'I hope he's not angry at me for being late…'

Arietta was on her way to Van's office when she noticed that their usually-noisy halls of their quarters are in deep silence. She sticks her head in every door that happens to be open and founds every room empty. Luckily, she founds a vacant oracle knight wandering around and decided to ask about his fellow knight's activities.

"Oracle knight 3rd Division commander, Arietta the wild!" The lowly knight exclaimed out of surprise as he salutes on the petite pink-haired god-general.

"Where are the other oracle knights?" Arietta asks coolly.

"All vacant oracle soldiers were assigned to head to Baticul under the other God-Generals' orders, ma'm." The oracle knight replied confidently as he stood firmly in his place.

'…under the other God-Generals' orders?...I wasn't briefed about it….not unless…yesterday's meeting!' she mentally yelled to herself after realizing the fact that her absence from yesterday's briefing made a fool out of her tosses the embarrassing fact out of her head as she noticed the soldier in front staring and waiting for her reply.

"W-What about them? The other God-generals? Are they all heading there?" she snapped at the dazed soldier.

"A-almost all of them! The only god-generals left here are you and the 5th division Commander, Sync the tempest, ma'm" the knight said as he was fidgeting from his place.

'S-Sync and I are the only ones left here?' Arietta ponders as she felt her heart pounding. Was it pounding over fear or something else? She looked away from the lowly knight and dismissed him.

As she noticed the soldier's footsteps drifted away, she remembers her top most priority for today. 'Oh no, I dawdled too long!' she sprinted out of the halls as she heads towards her superior's office.

"It seems I'll be requesting for 'his' help for awhile, Fon Master." Van says as he sat comfortable on his chair.

The spiky, green-haired teen tilted his head sideways as he stared bluntly on his 'friend'. "I see, so I guess my date with Arietta will be postponed for now huh?" the possessed teen chuckled as he fiddles with his mask. It seem like he's speaking with Van without his usual mask hanging on his face.

Van looked away from the teen and shut his eyes. "My apologies Fon Master, but I need one of my elite and most 'trusted' subordinate to check on my dainty Asch lately." He paused for a moment to check if he's 'friend' was listening to him. "I ordered him to get the 7th replica of yours from foolish Luke's group to open the remaining Daathic seals from the other Sephiroth trees." He continued as he inclined his head towards the ceiling.

"Why use that 7th 'replica' when you have the 'original' here to unlock those seals?" Sync(?)'s smirk turned into a firm line as he narrows his eyes towards his 'subordinate'. He thinks this was a mocking joke since he was being degraded by his second-rate copies. His powers were far more superior compared to his clones.

Van knew this was coming. He rose from his sit and walks his way towards the possessed-teen. "I don't want to bother you too much since you have your hands wrapped onto 'that' body" he said composedly as he knelt before his 'leader'.

"Please do understand that using your powers may strain you. You have to take things easy and use your energy only when it's necessary, is that clear Fon Master?" He added as he tilted his head up to meet with his 'master's' eyes.

Before the maskless-teen could ever reply, a knock on the door stirred the room causing the teen to grasp tightly on his mask.

"Who is it?" Van asked sternly as he stood up from his place, his head was still fixated on the green-haired boy.

"C-Commandant, this is Arietta…" the tiny, timid voice said from the other side of the door. Her voice was shaking and wavering.

Van's eyes briefly widens as he shook his head to the door. "Kindly wait for a moment" he answered back at the voice after he threw warning glances on his maskless friend.

Sync(?) took notice of Van's glances and complies from his warning by putting his mask on.

Van nodded from his friend's quick notice as he went at his sit and motioned him to sit down.

"Ok, you may come in now" the commandant composedly said as he laced of his hands and knelt his chin on them.

The door opened revealing a pink-haired girl with an eerie doll wrapped on her fragile arms. She timidly makes her way inside of her superior's room not forgetting to close the door behind her. She quickly took noticed of a familiar green-haired figure sitting on a chair bearing an expressionless face.

She stops half-way after her presumably 'displeased' superior called out for him. "I suppose it's time for you to make your way to Baticul, Sync." he said as he shut his eyes.

Sync stood from his sit and briefly tilted his head towards Van then quickly turns to face the dumbfounded pink-haired general. "You should too Van, you shouldn't wait the red-haired brat there you know." He snickered as he walks towards the door while glancing at the timid girl who was all frozen on her place.

"I'll do so after I'm done with Arietta." Van stood at his sit as he eyed at his 'friend'.

Arietta on the hand, felt her heart pounding harder than before as the green-haired boy makes his way towards the door behind her. She buried her face on her doll when he walked past behind when he suddenly whispered behind her.

"I'll see you soon enough, 'my' Arietta…"

The pink-haired stood erect from her place. The words he whispered keep ringing on her ears. She felt her face hot for a moment. Her heart was throbbing too hard that she could almost hear it pounding in her ears. She had sworn from her mommy's carcass that she heard him call her 'his Arietta'. She turned to look at the masked-boy but to her dismay, the door shut closed behind him.

"Arietta you are late…" Van snapped at the timid girl as she snapped on his direction.

"C-Commandant! I-I'm very sorry!" she exclaimed as she bows forward. She can't help but to stammer on her own words caused by the throbbing of her heart.

"Never mind, I have somewhere to go now you see and since you were late, I'll postpone your primary assignment …" he paused to massage his temples. "… For now, I want you to keep a close eye of our quarters, did I made myself clear?" He asked as he walks towards petite general.

"U-Understood, Commandant Grants" she quickly nodded. It seems she finally calmed her pounding heart. She inclined her head to meet her commandant's gaze.

"Don't forget what I said to you before… that is of course you don't want to be far away from the Fon Master." Van gently patted Arietta's hair and left his office leaving her trembling behind.

'I dare not forget….' she murmured in her mind as she closed her eyes.

- FLASHBACK: -

"Arietta, why did you follow Asch's orders?" Van the absent-minded and wounded teen general as he carefully treated her injuries.

"I'm very sorry Commandant, but—" the battered girl flinched from her sit after her superior applied an ointment on her bashed arm. Van sighed heavily as he carefully bandaged it.

"Don't you realize what you did may rob out of your position?" he coolly said as he went to treat her other injuries. He applied another liniment on one of her wounds but this time softly as possible.

'I—I care less about my position…' she muttered silently in her mind as she tries not to cringe from her treatment. All she cared was to avenge her 'mommy's' and her siblings' deaths. If Luke and his cronies didn't kill her liger family, then she wouldn't play dumb as to follow her fellow god-general's illegitimate commands. This was her only chance to exact revenge on them, or so as what Asch says. The poor girl was tricked and beaten down severely as she could hardly walk by herself. The thought of seeing her unconscious and presumably dead 'friends' made her eyes moistened even more until tears gradually form on the corners of her eyes. This was too much for her.

After Van treated her injuries from her fragile arms, he paced to treat her leg injuries next without forgetting to ask for her consent. It would be too awkward if he didn't considering he's a man.

"If you wanted to take revenge on those 'fools' then you should have waited for my instructions…" he placidly muttered as he prepares another roll of bandage. "Here, wipe your tears with this" He added as he offered his handkerchief to his patient who was silently lamenting on her sit. How hard it must have been not to make a sound when crying.

"T—thank you…C-c-c-comand-dant…" she couldn't bare it much longer. She couldn't even form a sentence without stuttering. Her superior pats her head motioning her to let 'it' all out. She unconsciously abides this as she quickly snatches his handkerchief and cries her heart out. What can I say? She suffered too much for one single day… why couldn't her misfortunes happen lightly on other days? Why did it have to concentrate heavily on one single day?

After Van bandaged her remaining wounds he sat beside her and lent the mourning child company. Without thinking, the grieving child clutched on his clothing and pressed against his torso. He didn't budge on his place neither was he shock about the abrupt act. He has expected this to happen anyway. He let the faint-hearted girl cry against him. A few minutes past, as soon as he felt the girl had enough and had ran out of tears to cry, he runs his broad hand down to her back making her look up to meet her commandant's sympathizing eyes.

"Have you got it out of your system now, Arietta?" he asked as he continues to stroke her back.

The girl timidly nodded, as she noticed the handkerchief she was crying on all soaked from her tears. She shoved the handkerchief on her side and tilted her head down avoiding her caring superior's eyes from embarrassment. Van noticed this and silently chuckled.

"I-I'll wash them for you…. I'm sorry for soaking your hankie, C-Commandant Grants." She shyly mumbled as she slowly shifted herself away from him. She noticed that she didn't just soak his handkerchief but also his oracle knight uniform. Her eyes widens as she bows her head while saying 'I'm very sorry' countless times.

"It's alright and no need to do that, I'll do it myself." He said while trying his best not to chuckle. He held his hand toward his handkerchief but the bashful girl didn't budge to give it back. In defeat, he heaved a sigh and let the girl wash his drenched handkerchief. After all, he has his uniform to wash on instead. He stood up from his sit and knelt before her.

"Because of what you did, I'm afraid I'll temporarily suspend you from your duties as a God-General, Arietta" Van shut his eyes for awhile then opened them only to see a calmed and collected Arietta staring at him like his words didn't even struck her. After all she didn't want to be god-general in the first place. Van saw this from her damp and unlit eyes and stood up from his place as he continues. "For now, you will stay and hide here at HQ until further notice, be a good girl and obey my command for it weren't for me; you would have probably been severely punished by the Order."

Arietta quickly nodded. She has no choice but to follow Van if she wants to stay in his forces. If she's with him, she would be able to keep an eye on her beloved Ion. After all, he is the leader of the Knights; it's his duty to provide protection for Fon Master Ion.

After finally getting his subordinate to agree, he turns and walked his way to the door but before he pushes it open, he paused on his place and turned sideways. "I'll be sending the Daath inspector here and if he starts to interrogate you about the incident, try not to divulge too much information. Tell him you were simply caught dawdling away from your assigned task."

The pink-haired girl did not know what to do but to simply nod and comply. The brunette-haired leader simply bid her farewell as he steps out of the room. Arietta began to curl up into a ball from her sit and waited patiently for the said inspector.

'Once I've gotten out of this mess, I'll eventually get you back from those murderers, Ion…'

She whispers to herself as she tightens her grasp onto the handkerchief she soaked her tears with.

- END OF FLASHBACK: -

"…there's no escape! I'll chase you all to the ends of the earth and get you back safe and sound…" Arietta slowly walks out of Van's office after renewing her vow. A vow to exact retribution and 'justice', or so she believed.

Meanwhile…

'What the hell was that for?' the helpless Sync yelled at his original who was currently taking control of his body.

'Oh nothing, I'm just being true to myself…' Ion snickered as he stood and gaze at the landscapes of Kimlasca's Capital, Baticul. It seems Asch told him to stay put at the capital's entrance along with his platoon of oracle knights. To think he would be ordered around by the ones who were under him made him snicker from the twist of irony.

'Tch… I'll deal what you said with that girl later… right now this is my pace and my call! Get your butt off of my mind and body!' Sync hissed at the composed Ion who is still gazing out of the infrastructures surrounding the city.

'You noisy little reject…be thankful enough that I didn't completely suppress you right there in your mind and besides, I can't just let you get away after what you did to my 'pet' last night…' Ion narrowed his eyes at Sync who has mentally beside him acting agitated and pissed.

Sync avoided his original's glacial stare and grunted at his rear. All he did was stop the over-frantic Arietta from screaming after he sneaked in her room to return her creepy toy. He did not want to get mauled by the sleeping fiend that's why he seized her before she summons it. He can always knock on the door and politely return the doll but it wasn't his character to do so. An image of an enraged, cry-baby Arietta suddenly flashes on his head. The way her eyes watered; paradoxically flared from anger and her cheeks bloated out from fright mixed with embarrassment made him grin from satisfaction. He found it harshly pleasurable seeing her on such degraded and fragile state. How spiteful can he ever get?

"Commander Sync! According to the letter a carrier pigeon sent by Commander Asch, He and the Fon Master are on their way on the outskirts of the city." An oracle knight suddenly came out of nowhere as he confidently declares in front of the green-haired commander. He was the leading captain of the platoon, under Sync's command. "He says that you must withdraw the troops from the city entrance and head there with the oracle knight landship." He continued with certainty.

"Rally the men and board them into the ship. As soon as I step foot on that thing, depart immediately and head out towards the said site. " Sync(?) replied with poise as he adjusted his mask. His loyal captain humbly bows and hastily walks away from him calling the attention of the other knights to aboard the gigantic landship.

As soon as the very last soldier has entered the dreadnaught, the possessed green-haired commander paced towards its entrance. As he successfully climbed the tartarus, the real Sync materialized bearing nothing but a gloomy and twisted aura around him.

Ion, who was still posing as 'the tempest', scoffed behind his replica as he heads towards the ship's bridge. Every soldier he passes on his way either salutes or bows humbly at him. In response to their honorable gestures (?), he bid them a warm-hearted grin only to make the astonished knights look one another in surprise. Who knew that their nasty, cold-blooded, sardonic commander would show such gratitude over mere salutations? Some started to think they were hallucinating, few joked that the devil inside of him was purged out, others believed that their prayers were heard by Yulia while the remaining thought that was just one of his sadistic antics to play a fool out of them. He continued walking like their reactions didn't bother him at all.

'You're totally screwing up my character! Stop pulling that disgusting look on my face! I only returned her doll and followed your tips on how to keep the girl down!... Can't you see that there was a sleeping monster on her bed? What if she accidentally woke it up? There was no other choice! ' the real Sync justified as he glowered at Ion.

Ion tilted his head and pulled off a smug-look face. 'That's funny; I thought that you were kind and heart-warming to your associates? Guess I was wrong…' Ion said in a sing-song mockingly manner. '…Oh and about last night, I understand the situation thus for the 'act'. What bothers me is the way you do it. It was Pathetic and Disturbing if it weren't for your 'dirty' thoughts. If you were going to pull that off, make sure you don't unveil your malicious thoughts in your open-head of yours….' Ion carried on while he commands his Sync's body to cross his arms. It seems that whatever comes into mind not only appears on Sync's head but also to Ion's too. Since they are sharing one mind and body, it can't be helped if one of them was to see what the other was thinking. Could this fact unravel his 'host's hidden plot?

'….To think you find it pleasing to see her in such distraught state? You make me sick.' Ion continued while in a state of annoyance. It seems Sync's 'hidden agenda' is still safe from his prying original's eyes.

Sync furtively sighed in relief. He still kept his 'oh-no-I'm-getting-reprimanded-by-my-dead-original' look. 'What a pathetic excuse to turn the tables in your side, why don't you just admit that you were just jealous after I touched your girl.' He jeered at the pissed fon became irritated from the minute he saw his malicious replica holding his prized possession. He felt guilty for revealing his precious 'pet's weakness for he never knew that his cunning replica would use those moves to displease and annoy him. Either way, the results of his clumsiness paid off greatly anyway. How so?

'It's up to you to decide, play those tricks on her with distasteful thoughts again or kiss your pride and dignity goodbye' as soon as he said those, Sync's body started to jerk around awkwardly.

The still-stupefied soldiers stared in dead silence at their boss as he started walking around like an innocent child with arms flailing around. A concerned knight bravely approaches him and asks if he was ok. He quickly braced himself from thought the young commander would lash on him but instead, he received a broad and heart-warming smile followed by an unanticipated bear hug from the infamous teen god-general. Time seems to stop for the lucky knight as well as for the flabbergasted 'real' Sync who could do nothing but to watch his body gradually destroy his reputation and status. Hell broke loose when one of his people started to laugh behind their backs. Ion, who was behind of this mischief, could hardly even breathe from the intense comical situation he threw his vessel onto.

Note to self: Never spat at your Original when he is in full control of your body.

After cleaning up the mess he did, Ion, who was still in control of Sync, stepped out of the land ship as soon as it reached its destination. He ordered for a scout party, to set out and survey for any threat in the vicinity. After doing so, he quickly faced his still-dazed replica whose face couldn't be depicted.

'Oops…did I mess up again? Don't worry these things usually happens rarely, as long as you choose the right buttons to press.' the triumphant Original sneered childishly as he tilted his upper torso sideways towards his recently-ashamed replica. Sync's fists started to clench up while his sharp eyes were half void and half hysterical. He grinds his teeth when he noticed Ion mocking him again. He can't help of plotting any gruesome and repulsive things at his Original once he gets his body back from his foul hands. He never felt so humiliated in his life and he won't let this slip up.

After fishing himself out of his misery, he sternly glared at his dominant inhabiting 'pest'. 'Laugh all you want, you f*cked-up bastard, I'll surely wipe that smug-look off of your face as soon as you let your guard down' the defeated 'tempest' crossly muttered between his breath. The air he was giving off stirred around the fonons in the area much to Ion's apathy.

Ion playfully places his finger below his chin and snickered. 'Let's play it safe alright? Not unless you want to hug your entire platoon in a Katz costume, I can do that anytime you know…since it'll be 'YOUR' body on it.' He playfully chuckled while imagining the situation for Sync to see since they share one mind.

Before Sync could ever retort, a black and fast vehicle suddenly came out of the horizon. The car came rushing towards Sync's direction and impeded gradually before him. From the vehicle, its door opens up revealing a long-red haired person coming out with a green-haired teen all in white and green oracle robes and wielding a staff. Sync(?) derisively smirked as soon as he set his eyes on to the meek green-haired 'fon master' while on the other hand, the oblivious fon master's eyes widens after he felt his heart throbbing senselessly. The possessed god-general's eyes rolled onto his fellow god-general who was just bidding the other people inside of the vehicle a goodbye.

'…I know deep inside, there's no get away from this red string of fate, huh?…' The genuine Ion mentally sighed. Sync, despite in his enraged state, raised a brow from Ion's thoughts. What did he meant by those words?

A/N: I'm manifesting a gruesome ailment usually all of the writers of this site manifests, WRITER'S BLOCK.Dun..dun..duuuunnn…..TT_TT. My ideas about my fanfic are starting to erode in my mind. Some ideas remain intact but those ideas cause nothing but confusion to me =A= I don't know what's happening to my mind lately xD. As I proofread this chapter, many questions pop in my mind like: When will the said problem be given a solution. Is the grammar correct? Am I completely making sense in what I'm writing here? Am I OOCing this character? Can the reader picture/imagine what I'm trying to paint here? Is the chapter title fitting for this chapter? And MANY MORE! *pant*… ok.. I'm overreacting now ;3; I've finished the 5th chapter but as usual, I can't post it up until I'm done with the future chappy and stuff. *sigh* Btw.. the future chapters (including the 5th) may contain some AUness and uhm… side-tracking-ness ((I don't how to put it into words but yeah…)) 8D resulted from the said 'ailment'. Anyways…what do you guys think about this chapter? I want to hear your opinions about it… seriously… who knows your opinions are the key out of my mental-block-syndrome whatever-that-is-sickness. REVIEWS are appreciated as always! Keeps me in check and gives me strength and motivation to continue writing! I want to thank again those who reviewed, and silently read my fanfic :D! Love you all TT0TT

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