Sukiyakii: Yeah, I thought it'd be nice to have Eirika bratty for a change. I like messing with Eirika as you'll see in later chapters. Mwahaha.
Maxmagnus20019: Much thanks. I'll certainly be keeping the work up; I have at least five (almost-finished) chapters and four in the works.
Saffiremoon21: An almost fairy-tale, ka? I'm surprised it turned out that way. :D But, if you want a fairy-tale style one. . . Your wish will come true in Chapter 11. Please look forward to it!
Digitalsandangel: Thank you! I love writing this pairing, I hope you continue to review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem or anything related to it. Blah blah. Please forgive me for not posting the disclaimers before. Meh.
Edited: 11/4/07
(FE8:SS) Ribbon: What fools we were. The mafia are rarely ever so caring Oneshot. SethEirika.
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Tonight is terrible. It is a beautiful summer night, full of crickets playing violins, frogs singing operas, the sky showing off all of its pristine teeth. And hanging suspended above all of this is the moon, winking her eye at me, mocking me.
The moon knows what I know: tomorrow the two of us, he and I, shall take two separate roads. The weathered path we have walked together for the last few years has come to an end. No, it still lies there before it, but the road becomes stained with the blood of others, and neither of us is willing to walk such a path. And so, we must walk two separate paths. Separate. . . I. . . am going to let go of his hand tomorrow.
We were—are—young, and with that youth came the solid belief that love would conquer all, that nothing could ever separate us. We knew a relationship between us would be condemned by everyone, and accepted by no one. But still, we believed with unwavering faith that our love would prove everyone wrong, and they would realize their errors, and give them our blessings.
What fools we were. The mafia are rarely ever so caring.
It's not like either of us asked to be born into this life. Neither of us wanted this responsibility, this constant life of worrying of when the next attempt on your life would be. This world of wealth and corruption and polluted love. . . I didn't want any of it. You didn't want any of it. We didn't want to be born to opposing families.
This responsibility. . . That is what will take you from me. I cannot let my family and yours continue with their killing. If I become head of the family as I am supposed to, perhaps, I will change this ugly fate. Maybe one day our children will not have to share this future. Will not enter a loveless marriage to cement alliances.
We were never supposed to meet, never supposed to speak civil words to one another. And yet, we met anyway, under the moon. The moon who mocks me now for our fateful, doomed meeting.
The first time I ever talked to you was near a dancing river underneath the watchful moon. I had escaped from my protectors, tired of their stifling presence, and in my haste my hair came undone. When I realized it was gone, I turned around and saw you reaching into the river. You stepped out and handed it to me. The ribbon was crying, dripping its tears on the ground. I extended my hand and took yours as you stood in the placid mirror of water. The next day, you bought me a new ribbon to replace the ruined one.
Today, I'm going to take the ribbon you gave me out of my hair. I'm going to return to that river and slowly pull the ribbon from its delicate bow. I'll listen to the slight swish and let it dangle for a moment before letting it twist into the river. I'll let it be lost to the whims of the tide, the whims of the moon.
The river leads to the moon's private pools. And from there it returns to the river again. If I let my soul go to rest out there, will the tide pull me back to shore?
Will I return to you?
x x x
I can't stay with you
We've put off the inevitable too long.
We knew from the beginning, this could never be
But we blinded ourselves, and walked in ignorance,
And now we must pay the price for it.
I thought it would take a tragedy to take you away from me
And that was what I got
It seems that for each smile we shared, we have to part with equal blood
Your hand that I held onto so tightly, I have to let it slip away
I have to let you slip away just like the ribbon I dropped in the river—
On that day I met you
I'm pulling the ribbon from my hair, the one you gave to me
I've never taken it off, but now I fear, it's time to let my innocence go
Letting it fall into the flowing stream, a flowing stream of time
Will time lead me back to you, just like this stream leads back to the ocean?
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Meh. I'm not happy with this. I wanted the whole weepy over the top description, but I just couldn't get it to fit in. Meh, if you couldn't tell this was AU Modern Day (there will be more AU later on) and Eirika and Seth were the children of opposing gangs/mafia. So, it was kinda Romeo and Juliet-ish. Review please! Next chapter up will be Hotarubi: Songfic. Now my dear, you're never here with me, just like a firefly, burns brightly soon to die eternally.
Additional Note 12/15/07: I despise this chapter, but I will not delete it. Consider it a filler for whenever I do write a Romeo and Juliet-ish chapter.
