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I'm really peeved. I was really close to finishing chapter fourteen and it was really good-then my computer deleated it. So, I had to start all over again...Anyways, I hope the last chapter didn't upset you too much...I know a few people were angered by it. I just want to say that it all was done for a reason. Come on, admit it-the more he suffers, the more you feel sorry for him, the more you love him. That's how it is for me. The story will get better, I promise you that. I'm also going to try and make this chapter as sweet as possible. I don't know how it will turn out, but, we'll see. It was inspired by a song called 'No One Would Listen' and its terribly sad and depressing but you'll understand. Until later, enjoy the story.
Will the Wired- Okay...sorry if I confused you. I happen to do that a lot. And yeah, my grammer and spelling have improved. You know the spell check thing on the computer? Well, on my old one (in which this story began on) did not have it!
Emmie-I can't believe it either! Idiot...and yeah, I think you'll like P.o.t.O...May 3rd it is on video/dvd...rent it or buy it!
Lady of Masobelle- Oooh, thanks, mate! I wanted angst (after all this is under the category 'angst')
Cherry- I'm glad you like James. I like him too!
Ashley- Sad romance...just like me. Thanks.
Holly- LOL...Nah, Hilliard didn't marry her...yet.
SilverSwan- Whoa! I'm really proud this is your favorite story! And guess what! Its nomminated into a contest by courtesy of Ms.Jasu!
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Jasu- Dude, I'm glad you liked this!
PamaPoo- This story is meant to make you feel bad...I just love stories that do that!
Laura Johnson- Okay, I'm sorry you despised it. But-I can't always please everyone. I'm sorry.
BannanaSlug- Well, here you go. Don't sit on the edge or you might fall off!
Selena- Yaw! I'm glad you enjoy this story. Romeo and Juliet is one of my favorite Shakespearean works of all time and PotO is easily my favorite movie/Broadway play. Hope you enjoy this.
Brighton- Yeah, I know nothing really seems to be going on. Sorry-but, hey, the real action is coming up soon.
No One Would Listen
A stale cold smell morphed around the camp as early morning dawned. Not a single soul lingered out there, all tightly asleep in their own dream worlds, blind to the outside world. It was one of those few moments in the lives of the Al Bhed that they got to live in peace-in Elysium.
Lady Kira, a wise elder woman who aided the King of the Al Bhed and a permanent guru, woke suddenly to the sound of munching rocks. Her chocolate brown eyes widened in worry but then closed relaxingly as a figure popped its head in. James Potter, a young man with dark hair, dark eyes a dark complexion and an even darker spirit. He was quite handsome, none the less, and physically attractive to almost any female eye. He had short, shaved black hair and hazel eyes sometimes hidden beneath dirty eyeglasses. His skin was dark from the sun-but seemed more golden then bronze. A look in those dark eyes told Kira that something was the matter. They were full of sadness and were, in words that only an older woman could say, adorable. He looked like a puppy lost and alone.
"Your highness...what is the matter?" she asked as she invited him in. James looked at her uneasily and then turned his back for a moment.
"Did I wake you?" Lady Kira shook her head, sending long black treassals down her arched back. She wore a long dress as a night down and motioned for him to hand her her sash. She wrapped it around herself, taking in the warmth from the wool. It was summertime, but mornings on the streets were still moderately cool.
"Now, tell me, James. What is it that troubles you so? You look absolutely distressed!" James moved closer to her and sat on the edge of her bed, his head in his hands.
"I don't know...I went to her-Lily...I told her how I felt...but she denied me. What else was I supposed to do? I couldn't pressure her into it...and she was right-I denied her just as she did me. She had every right to. I mean, I guess somewhere in my mind I knew it would never work but I also never imagined it would hurt like this...I never knew how harsh betrayal was-"
"Betrayal, my Lord? Oh, what the young lady did was hardly betrayal. She was in love with another man-there is no stopping feelings, am I right? This young man was in her life before she even knew of your existence. And apparently she knows the consequences and she knows which life she picks." Lady Kira said looking down at him with a hard stare. James moaned into his hands and then-quick as lightning-he looked up furiously at the older woman.
"It isn't fair! Everything...that lover of hers has gotten everything he wanted-on a silver platter! Why does he get what I never could? Why can he be happy? The blood that runs through his veins ruined my life. And I can't seem to resist the urge to have that blood on my hands!"
"No James! You can not just kill the crowned Prince Hilliard! Your life and the lives of everyone around you depend on it! Just let it go-you must learn to give up things! Oh, do look around you James! This is our world! That is theirs! This is no time for fairytales! I know you have feelings for her but, tell me, and how far are you willing to go to please her-to make her yours?" Kira demanded, shaking her head. Sunlight began to pour in slowly like honey or molasses.
James was silent for a few moments, probably contemplating what the guru had just said. The fury in his eyes had soften, only they still seemed to glow with traces of rage and defiance. Lady Kira sighed silently, watching him as he breathed heavily trying hard not to succumb to the harsh truth.
"I'd die for her and I'd kill for her. She's the only one...the only one who saw me or heard me. She saw past my iron facade. She felt my loneliness and shared in my emptiness. She was the only one who could save me from this nothing I feel that I have become. But its no matter now...she's gone on with her life and I promised her I would leave her be. It's just not fair. Just not fair." James felt the damnable tears coming on once again, but shunned them. He was, already, sick of crying. He wouldn't cry in front of anyone, not even himself! So clutching his knees forcefully, he bit back the tears until his eyes discarded them at last.
"Oh, James...look at me..." Kira's soft, inciting voice came, drawing James to submit to her demand. Her dark eyes were wet with tears and he growled to himself in annoyance to all the crying. What did she have to cry for? Nothing was the matter with her!
"I'm so sorry, my boy...I'm sorry of what you've had to face and endure. But, believe me, there are more fish in the sea. You will never be alone." Kira felt her heart sink at James' words. He grew up so fast that she could scarcely believe it. She remembered when he was but a little boy with a frozen interior and exterior. When he wouldn't let anyone love him or even need him. He had taken on his duty as King bravely, managing to strengthen all their weaknesses and stick the thought in their minds that they too were humans and deserved the chance to live.
"Never forget what you have done for all of us, James. You have built a team of undying soldiers. You are King-and we serve under you alone. This is our kingdom. May it reign forever." James looked at her slowly and nodded. He stood up, straightening his shirt and clearing his throat.
"I am sorry for bothering you. We can talk later." he said, suddenly leaving. Lady Kira sighed and folded her hands in her lap frailly. It had recently occurred to her that the young man was in love with a Princess. Lillian-or, Lily, as she was called here, was often spoken about. Kira had seen her once and knew that face. After all, she had been in the castle once or twice. She knew Lily when she was only a child.
'Both are much older now. And pain had inflicted them. Often, I wish I were a child so I did not know of this pain. It hurts just to see them suffer. Poor lovers.' Kira thought as she looked around her room.
James walked into his tent and began to tug off his clothing. Slipping off the red coat, he was glad to get off the heavy and stiff article of wear. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, kicking off his boots. The young man walked towards his bed and flopped onto it, too tired to do anything. His eyes stung from dried tears and his feet still felt wet from stepping in the water. Why had he contemplated suicide? James certainly was not that kind of person. Suicide was a weakness-giving into whomever or whatever was torturing them. The young King knew this-he had discovered the bloody body of a child boy in the Al Bhed who had killed himself.
Maybe he did it for Lily.
Maybe he did it for himself.
James sighed deeply as he raised his hands to cover his face for the millionth time that day. Now he could think. Now he could figure everything out.
Did he love her? Oh, the answer was quite clear-of course he did. Was he willing to give her up? That was a harder question. He knew his restrictions. Maybe that had been one of the reasons why he denied her love. He knew he could never have her as his-it was just a waste of precious time.
But it still angered him that she chose that fop over him. Sure, Hilliard was the good guy and he was decent looking, but couldn't anyone see right through him! He was just some rich pretty boy who was just doing what he was told to. He knew nothing of life out on the streets. He knew nothing of real suffering and pain. His ruddy wife did-but he did not.
James lifted his arms to flex his tired and tight muscles. He was a rather muscular young man-but not too. Mostly, they were from training and working out-some of them were natural. He was also skinny, but not as skinny as Hilliard had been. His skin was dark and warm and his stomach wasn't nearly as flat as the fop's might have. After all, he was in no way perfect-but possibly gorgeous none the less. His long, talon fingers were spread wide apart as he glared at his shapely hands. They were rough and covered in scars. He remembered how soft and fragile Lily's hands felt under his.
'These hands are proof that we don't belong together.' he thought sadly. He rolled his fingers into fists and began playfully punching the air. A smile fell across his face as he dreamed boyishly of beating the tar out of the Prince Hilliard. He would not be so pretty when he got through with him.
Lily's words floated back in his mind, "James, you should not have come. It's all over-you told me it was over! We can not-you were right. It's too wrong and too dangerous. Hilliard and I belong together. I love him.'' Those words made him feel as though his heart was going to drop dead. That next to nothing heart sored him painfully. Why did it bug him so much? He could go on. He lived so long without love; surely he could do so again. Yeah, that was right. He didn't need Lily. He didn't need her at all.
But...she changed him. She saw him. What he wouldn't give for someone like that by his side forever. So, did that mean he couldn't go on with out her? He closed his beautiful hazel eyes.
No no no no no! But his heart killed this opposition. And, slowly, he fell asleep, slipping into the abyss of the dream world.
No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears...
Shamed into solitude
Shunned by the multitude
I learned to listen
In my dark my heart felt music
I long to teach the world
Rise up and reach the world
No one would listen
I alone could hear the music
Then at last, a voice in the gloom
Seemed to cry-"I hear you!
I hear your fears...your torment and your tears!"
She saw my loneliness
Shared in my emptiness
No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears...
No one would listen
No one but her-
Heard as the outcast hears.
Yeah! A chapter all about James! I hope you enjoyed it.