Email: swythangel@hotmail.com
Title: Despite Everything
Type: 2/?, Series
Teaser: Two beings fall in forbidden love. Overcoming the barrier of time, they have been granted three chances to find each other again in their reincarnated lives. But twice they have failed. This is their last chance. Will they be able to recognize each other before it is too late?
Rating: PG –13 (to be safe…)
Spoilers:
Warnings: Shonen Ai, AU, definitely AU!
Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz is not mine…will never be mine but damn if that'll stop me from torturing their lives in my fics...
Keywords: Romance, AU, Aya, u know who…, AyaxUknowwho ^^
Wai! Wai! Gomen
siberian-chan for taking too long in writing. I was doing some other things
that I almost forgot about this…whacks self>bad Swyth-chan! But anyway
this is here ne? ne?
Minna, as usual, I am asking for feedback ne? and some suggestions? I do
not know just how to progress. But this definitely will be mushy gushy
chuckle>Aa, you all should know me well enough to know that. grin>
Alright I'm
stopping with the babbling and on with the ficcie!
Despite Everything
Part 2
Deux: The Other
/Wait for me./
/Yes, I will. I will wait for you. Through the ages I have waited, through lifetimes I have waited and I will wait for eternity, if need be, if it means we will be together eventually./
I know he would not be able to hear me say it, not like I was able to hear his heart-thoughts. But still, knowing that, I willed the thought to him. 'Tis a human failing I have acquired, this. Hoping against the inevitable.
I wanted to say it as comfort, a goodbye until the time we would meet again as he went towards the light and his new life in the mortal world.
He didn't know how close we were, drifting in the void. Close enough to touch, if touch was a possibility in this form. How my heart yearned to be with him, to let him know I was there but that too was impossible.
But impossibility had never stopped me before. Seldom has it affected what I wanted to do, a fact that has gotten me into trouble more times than I could count as a seraphim and even more as a mortal.
/We will meet again. No force on heaven or earth will stop that./
Who am I? I was called Raine. And I was a thief. Before that, I was Tamlin the bard, and before that, I was the only seraphim with a bent halo.
Here, floating in the void, I remember everything, but I don't want to remember now. I want to remember when I am alive so I would recognize who he is.
I know it is an impossibility to remember who I was in my other lifetimes once I have been reincarnated. The principles of reincarnation state that all beings are reborn with no memory of their previous lives. Because if they remembered, it could cause chain reactions of consequences. Humans being what they are. Revenge and clan wars would continue unto eternity.
In other words, if humans were allowed to retain the memories of their past lives, we'd all be in deep doodoo.
But still…it would have been nice to remember…to know him at once and cut to the chase. I smiled to myself, as much as it can be described as a smile, seeing my formless state. I recognized my impatience for what it is. Through time and countless ages, I never changed. Physically yes and maybe in some things but inherently, I was still the clumsy, impatient, hot-headed seraphim he had known. Just as he had never changed. In all the times and places, we had remained, essentially, the same…
//"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked the figure by the door. He had been staring at me for quite some time now and it made me uncomfortable though I didn't react until now.
I had felt his presence almost as soon as he had entered the room eventhough he came in quietly. It was second nature for me to detect such things, seeing my profession.
"You didn't take the posset. You're supposed to be asleep." He told me in a quiet, unemotional voice.
I try to sit up, winced at the pain that stabbed at me from my back and fell back down. I settled for a grin.
"I have never been good at doing what I was told to do."
His mouth twisted in a small smile. "That would not come as a surprise."
Strange to exchange pleasantries with the son of my worst enemy. Stranger still to find myself in a bed, my wounds tended to. And actually smiling at the magistrate's son. The smile disappeared and anger replaced it.
"Why am I here?" I ask him, not wanting to engage in another dance of verbal sparring. "Why am I not in prison?"
Perplexity tinged my voice. I am confused, I *should* be in prison, not on this soft bed. Unless they changed the rules on stealing.
"Why did you take the blame for the children?"
My heart beat faster, remembering what happened. He was talking about Carl and Katie, the new additions to my rag-tag family. I taught them the ways of the street, the way of stealth and shadows. Some might argue the morality of what I did, teaching children the ways of thievery, but in my opinion, best be a thief rather than be forced to be a whore. And there were a lot of whoremongers in the city.
Besides, I just couldn't resist the hungry waifs that looked like prey on the streets, couldn't let them be the victims of fellow predators.
Carl and Katie were new at thievery and hadn't known which people would be easy pickings. They had chosen this one – the magistrate's son. *Not* a good choice. Fortunately, I had been there to catch them before it had been too late. I had accepted their punishment instead.
Forty lashes by the whip. Painful but I didn't complain. It should have been a chopped off hand after all. But this person, the magistrate's son, had interfered.
Still, forty lashes hurt. It hurt like hell and I had fainted, only to come to here in this room with *him* staring down at me. I couldn't fathom why I was here at all. My mind turned the question over and over only to find nothing fit. And for a thief, that was the worst possible answer. It left me without any plans of escape.
Why was I brought here in the first place…he obviously wanted something from me or I wouldn't be here. And his question…it surprised me. I didn't think he would be sharp enough to know what I did.
/Damn if I'm going to answer him./
"Why did you interfere and lower the punishment? Why did you bring me here?" I countered.
He arched his brows in surprise. He was obviously unused to being answered back to. Well, he had better get used to it if he intended to talk to me.
"You would do well to answer my question first, *thief*."
The emphasis on my profession was intentional. He wanted to make me feel like I had an obligation to answer him just because he was who he was, making it sound like a threat. He had obviously never talked with my kind before then, because we were renowned for our stubbornness. Especially when it came to the nobility. Me most of all. I had the kind of impulsive stubbornness that put me into a wealth of trouble, like I knew it would now. Not that I stopped to think about it.
"Whatever else I might be, Your *Lordship*, it does not give you the right to dictate to my person."
The silence lengthened as he refused to deign my insolence with an answer. He glared at me and I glared back, both of us not giving an inch, stubborn chins jutting out.
Then the humor of the situation finally struck me. We resembled two mirror images with matching glares and jutting chins. And I burst out laughing, breaking the strained silence, eliciting a confused look from him.
I was laughing so hard that I pitched forward, straining my back and reopening the wounds there. I gasped and fell back, pain replacing the laughter as stars danced in front of my eyes.
"Are you all right?"
When the stars finally cleared from my eyes, I saw that he had moved to support me, sitting on the bed, only inches away, a concerned look on his face.
The concern surprised me. Why would he, a nobleman, be concerned about a lowly thief? It was mind-boggling and very intriguing. It also redeemed him, making my anger evaporate. And I decided why not? Why couldn't a nobleman be friends with a thief?
Rules of society behavior were obviously not my strong suit.
I smiled at him and extended a hand. "Let's start over. I'm Raine."
It was a test. A test if he'd get down from his high pedestal and meet me halfway. In the back of my mind, something was making me anxious, making me wish that he would take my hand, making me need to make friends with him. It confused me as I looked into his viridian eyes. Because I felt like I knew him when I know that I have never met him before.
It was to my relief that he smiled a little smile and clasped my hand in his. "I am Leander."
"Now what was it you asked…oh yes! Why I took the blame for the children, yes?"
He nodded.
"Because they're my family."
His eyes opened wide in surprise. And I smiled. I didn't blame him, everyone who I ever told that to had the same reaction.
"Not my real family. My adopted family. They live with me. I couldn't just let them take the punishment. Besides they were too young." I shrugged.
Something flitted through his eyes at what I said. And I wondered what he was thinking about.
"I believe its your turn, my friend." I turned serious, expecting the worst he could ever say. "Why did you save me?" Because save me he did. I would have been walking around with only one hand if not for him. He had even had my wounds tended to. Surely there was something he wanted from me.
He turned contemplative then. As if he was debating whether to tell me. Then he looked into my eyes and with all seriousness, answered me.
"Because you intrigued me."//
A light flashed in front of me, distracting me from my contemplation of my previous life and I step forward. Unlike him I could see the angel supervising the souls. I do not know why I could still see them but I did. And this one was familiar to me with his golden hair and dappled silver wings.
"Greetings, Septimus." I greet him.
"God bless you, Abiel or art thou Tamlin, or Raine..oh," He thought for a moment. "No, a moment, I have thy name right here." He shuffled through his paperwork, looking at me with a reflective look in his eyes. His next question surprised me.
"Tell me, Abiel. Is it really worth it? Is what thou trying to do worth giving up thy wings for?"
I blinked in surprise at his question. I knew that the other angels knew about our plight but I didn't knew they were curious. I smiled, answering without hesitation. "Yes, Septimus, it is."
"But thou have never really got together, haven't thou? Doesn't that mean that thy love for each other isn't that strong? Why dost thou exchange the happiness of heaven for a fleeting chance at this?"
Why indeed. What was it that drove me to him, attracted me so much that even heaven had lost its hold on me. And I used to love heaven and the Divine Being above all. What was it about him that made me this way?
I didn't know then and didn't know now. But something inside of me kept telling me that heaven would be nothing without him. And I always followed my heart. Despite everything that was against it, I knew I needed to be with him.
I shrugged. "I do not know why, Septimus. But I love him, and that is enough reason for me to try."
He shook his head. "Exchanging immortality for the fleeting chance at love. I fain do not understand thee at all, Abiel. But I respect thee. Art thou really steadfast then? For thy next life is fraught with mortal peril. If thou thinkest that thy past two lives wert arduous, those doth not even compare to thy next life. I worry for thee."
I was touched by his words. Septimus had been one of my closest friends as an angel. And he was concerned enough to give me warning. I lapsed into the old tongue, echoing him.
"I thank you, Septimus, for thy compassion. Truly art thou one of mine closest friends. But fear not, my friend. Though my road be arduous, I wouldst brave it still. For understand that nothing will come between he and I. This," I put my hand to my chest, "will lead the way. As it has always had before. And as the Divine Being's will be done, so too will I find him."
He sighed. "Truly, you have become more mortal than angel, Abiel. Thou dost echo their sentiments. No matter. I wilt not hold thee back any longer. God speed, Abiel. I wilt be watching over you. And God bless you." He stood up.
And I smiled, knowing he would now give me my name as a mortal and I would begin another life trying to find him whom I love. I could not wait.
Septimus passed his hand over my face and the last thing I remembered before I fell to earth was his kind voice whispering his last words to me.
"God speed, Ken Hidaka."
/Through ages and lifetimes I have loved thee. Wait for me beloved, I am coming. And this time…this time, we will be together…despite everything that might bar me from you./
TBC
^_~ Its Kenken! Its Kenken!
bounce> Of course everyone who emailed me actually did know ne? Especially
with the 'clumsy angel with the bent halo' part in it chuckle>great
guess! This is really getting harder to write though…