Awakening
by: Asurahime
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Disclaimers: SF and its characters do not belong to me and never will. Except Ildon ^^ (Yes, he is MY Ildon *stares at the crazed-chibi-Ildon and Asellus braiding her hair into impossibly complex tangles*)!!!... The plot belongs to me, then everything stops there. It's fun to manipulate characters!!! *smiles* Love you all.
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Asura: *sobs wildly with sheer joy* Yes!! I finished a series!! I actually managed to finish this god-forsaken series!!! *glomps on to Hideaki, screaming with hysterical happiness*
Hideaki: *sweatdrops at the crazed teenager who looks as if she is in serious need of mental help * You need to calm down, 'Sura.
Asura: *stops her celebration as her irises turn red, her canine teeth sharpens to twin fangs, her hair rises with static, and a hot pink blade forms on her hand* Calm down? CALM DOWN!??? You dragged me through all that and seven cups of black coffee with no sugar, then tell me to calm down!! I won't be able to sleep for a week!!
Hideaki: *backs away slowly, keeping both eyes at the MysticSword at all times* It's not as if you haven't done something like this before...
Asura: *sics a Ciatochu at him* Yakamashii!!! I hate it when you're right!!!!!
Hideaki: *tried vainly to fend off the Ciatochu hanging on him by his hair* Why must you be so evil to me? *whines*
Asura: *smirks and reaches for an eclair* Then I guess you should search for the meaning of my name...
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Twilight...
Dusk...
Midnight...
Dawn...
The full circle of evening is complete. Shadows burn into the most radiant beams of light, and that brilliance shall never be easily quenched by perpetual night ever again. During the metamorphosis of black and white came the split-second when anything and everything is in perfect balance in the worlds. There, the believe called 'hope' is born.
Golden-white rays of sunlight washed over the region of Facinaturu, gently restoring all that once was before the reign of Charm Lord.
"It matters now... it really does matter to me what happens to this region. Humans believe and risk their lives not on frivolous things but on what they believe in. Right or wrong, they still believe in themselves and each other." The former cold and indifferent gaze of a pair of dark blue eyes scanned the magnificence around them with awe. Ildon never thought that Facinaturu would ever return to its past beauty.
Asellus leaned forward against the railing, sighing with amazement at the power which was now present before her. "A tale of fate, a forgotten destiny, a secret of old... I never thought it would be like this. Zozma was not exaggerating that night he spoke to me in Kyo. 'Everything has it's time, everything has it's place... To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under heaven'. And I believe that I have just fulfilled my purpose."
"'Always to be remembered by the darkness of night, the serenity of the moon, the painful beauty of a rose, and the crimson flow of blood'." drawled a lightly mocking voice. Zozma appeared several feet behind Ildon as he leaned on a limestone pillar with a bright smirk on his face. "Have you come up with the name of 'the child with a desperate love for life, but also a hatred for it'? It isn't that difficult to figure out."
Ildon's wings fluttered in the early morning breeze as he turned back to look at the flame-haired mystic. "I suppose that battling with Orlouge had neither curbed your tongue nor suppressed your curiosity as Chateau Aiguille's most renowned firecracker."
"So says the region of Facinaturu's most renowned block of ice and feathers. Now aren't you glad that Rastaban and I forced you into accepting the responsibility of caring for the half-mystic?" smiled Zozma.
Corundum blue eyes grew cold as they threatened to freeze the rebel mystic into the block of ice he mentioned earlier. However, before any damage could have been done, they melted into a blue as comforting and deep as the ocean. "I believe the answer to your earlier question is standing before us."
"........."
Both men turned towards Asellus when they didn't hear her reply, but their questioning faces disappeared when they saw that the half-mystic was asleep. "So strong, yet so vulnerable all the same... don't you think so, Prince of Darkness?" whispered Zozma as he walked towards Asellus and picked her up off the floor. "You do not have to be so possessive of the girl, Ildon. I already know that it is impossible to take her away from you, so stop glaring at me."
"What makes you think that I am glaring at you?" asked Ildon, but he really WAS glaring darkly at the rebel mystic.
"My point exactly. I can't say that I haven't tried, especially that night we all spent at Kyo. I knew that the prophecy referred to Asellus the very moment I saw her... it wasn't that difficult to put two things together," said the rebel mystic, transferring the unconscious girl to the Black Wing's arms and crossing his own over his chest with a snicker. "It's always better to have found the courage to love even if you lose it in the end rather than never to have found love because you were too afraid of the challenge."
Another unfamiliar voice broke through the conversation. It was a gentle voice, almost breathy and reticent from prolonged under-use. "You know that much because of your fantastic stalking expertise, Zozma. How is Lady Asellus doing?"
Both men turned towards another winged mystic with honey-blonde hair and leaf-green eyes. Silence smiled hesitantly and walked over to Ildon to inspect the half-mystic in deep slumber. "She seems fine, and I am gladdened by that."
Yet another statement passed through the four already standing on the sun-highlighted balcony as Rastaban teleported in. The unbalanced-glint which used to be present in the Black Knight's eyes had completely disappeared to return his former sharp, cerulean gaze. "I see that your voice has returned, Silence. Then Charm Lord's reign is truly over..."
"Has the madness passed?"
"I was never mad, my friend... only biding my time." Rastaban looked over to his best friend, hiding a smile at the wary spark within the Black Wing's eyes. "But yes... the spell of Fascination has worn off; thus, the other Princesses have already been revitalized. However, one question still remains..."
The butterfly and rebel mystics each cast a glance at the other's direction before resting a hand on their weapons. One question truly does remain unanswered, but before it is ever asked, they are going to make sure that Asellus is far away from Chateau Aiguille. "You can't possibly think of such a thing, Rastaban. The poor girl has been through enough that this will only--" started Zozma.
There was certainly a certain amount of mild surprise which surfaced in Rastaban, causing him to turn sharply towards Zozma and Silence. "What do you expect me to do? It is only right that she claim her birthright when she dethrones her father. Isn't that what she has been fighting for all this time?"
He was not going to like what he was about to hear, but there really was no other choice. "Rastaban, you can't force Asellus to become the new Charm Lord. She is still incomplete as a mystic and will remain so until eternity. There is nothing anyone can do about it," whispered Silence.
"But she has earned the right!!!" There was an extremely amused underlying tone in the Black Knight's voice.
"Asellus never wanted the right, Rastaban. Think. If she did, she never would have escaped that day," Ildon drew the girl closer to him and jumped off the balcony, flying down the castle to escape the argument which might awaken the poor child. The others just watched as the sunlight reflected off of the teacher and student as they almost floated down to the base of the chateau.
Silence and Zozma once again locked gazes with Rastaban, each fighting an internal battle of emotions. "I thought you said that your madness was over. Yet you still claim to want Asellus to rule over all mystics."
The knight replied in such a dry tone that the other two stared at him with surprise. "I said that that was not madness, and I have always wanted her to govern over this new, bright land. It suits her and none other."
That remark set both outcast mystics into fits of laughter, and Rastaban wondered if it was because of something he said. "Why are you two laughing at me?"
Nearing tears, Silence dusted himself off and tried to regain his dignity. "If anyone Rastaban, the new Charm Lord should be you. Don't look so surprised, your highness. Zozma and I know exactly why that is so because we were reborn into mysticism before you had been."
"The past is the past... It is not fitting for..."
Zozma simply slapped a hand to cover the handsome mystic's mouth, preventing him from saying anything else. "Do you think it really matters that your father was a tyrant who took the lives of thousands? You are different, Rastaban, and everyone knows it. You are the next in line for succession, since we know that Asellus would rather run away than take up the throne of Facinaturu."
The Black Knight struggled free and backed away, materializing his MysticSword in his right hand. "It makes no difference... My past makes no difference to me now. The past is the past, and it's best to be forgotten."
After a short moment of glaring, a rose-crowned female mystic appeared in their midst and smiled softly at Rastaban. "I am afraid that you have contradicted yourself, Rastaban. Since you say that your past no longer has an affect on you, it's time to stop living in what had already happened and look forward to the future."
All whispering stopped at the three men stared at the newcomer, becoming still with shock and wonder. "Princess White Rose, you have escaped the Dark Labyrinth already?!"
White Rose turned to Silence, nodding confirmation. "I would not have been able to escape had I not had some help. Lady Asellus was the one who freed me from that infernal place. Rastaban, can't you see that Ildon and Asellus have already achieved a deep bond which will overrule anything you may have planned for Asellus?"
"Yes, and I believe that Asellus would rather hang herself than accept the throne... So the question now is..." trailed Zozma as all turned to Rastaban as one, "what are you going to do now?"
"........."
Silence smiled complacently along with the other two mystics. "You can't win, Rastaban. We won't let you."
"......................"
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The unforgettable scent of dew-covered roses rose up to meet the two mystics as they landed before the brightly lit gates of the Castle of Needles. A mild, warm breeze ruffled their hair and wove itself through the raven-colored feathers of the Black Wing.
Ildon gazed down on the precious bundle in his arms and allowed a slight smile to adorn his handsome features. Once again he finds himself protecting the girl even if there is no danger present. Unnecessary it may be, but it is fulfilling. But the question is 'what now?', the coup had been successful, but where does that leave the two of them?
Asellus soon awoke, Ildon still held her in his arms a few feet from the ground staring at her serenely and timidly, a small smile playing on his lips. Hoping that he wouldn't notice how incredibly nervous she was, Asellus set her feet upon the ground and turned her face towards the sun. She had never really felt completely comfortable in the presence of Ildon but there was just something extremely strained in their meeting this time. "I'm very sorry..."
"Sorry about what?" asked Ildon, his eyes bright and his voice almost a whisper, "there is nothing to be apologizing to me about."
Green locks shadowed Asellus' eyes from the gleaming light of the sun as a breeze blew through both of them, ruffling their clothing as it traveled across the regions. "I don't know... it just felt like the right thing to say after all that has happened. It's almost like those three words could heal all the pain that has been inflicted upon you because of me. I know that's not true, but I..."
"I admit that it may not heal all," sighed Ildon as he removed his gloves and ran his hands through his fine green hair, "mainly because I know that I have also imposed suffering upon you. I know very well that you will reject that, but understand that that is the truth."
He then quickly closed the distance between them and enfolded his former student into his arms, tilting up her face to meet his with a tentative motion. To Ildon's relief, Asellus rested her hands on his upper arms just as hesitantly, but didn't break away running. "As I said, those three words would not be able to heal the pain in anyone's heart, but I know three others which can heal the rends which are still bleeding in mine. Asellus," he murmured tentatively, his dark eyes growing even darker in defiance of the brilliant light highlighting everything, "I love you, believe me or not I really, truly do." Ildon hesitated for a second before releasing a frozen Asellus. "I apolo--"
"Don't," Asellus bowed her head in confusion and dropped to the floor in surprise, "why must you do this to me, Ildon? I can't..."
"WHY!?" cried Ildon, shaking with despair at the thought of being hated by the only one he has ever wanted to protect. "After years and years of not being able to feel, of not being able to be near anything tangible and warm. I know you can't feel anything for me but please know that I cannot help how--!!"
His sentence was cut off sharply as warm, comforting hands framed his face and soft lips pressed chastely upon his own. There was little else Ildon could do except close his eyes and quickly lose himself in the gentle haven that was that moment when everything was as it should be.
Asellus... she is unlike anything I have ever known... she tastes like Heaven on Earth....
The half-mystic soon broke the kiss but remained enclosed in her dark knight's arms. She knew that if even if she wanted to get away she won't be able to, not without a proper explanation. "How did I fall in love with you, Ildon? How could you ever love someone who is the only incomplete person in all the regions? I don't understand."
A soft kiss was placed upon her hair as she heard his heart beating steadily. "I didn't fall in love with you, Asellus. I always loved you even though it took me so long to understand why I felt so strangely when you were around. Do you actually think that you are the only incomplete being in the regions? I had never known compassion. I had never known empathy. I had never known sincerity. I had never known sacrifice. I had never known what is right. I had never known love. I had never known anything until I knew you, and that is something that I will always understand."
"For someone who is called 'The Black Wing: Prince of Darkness', you sure explain your actions so passionately," Inside, Asellus was practically breaking apart upon hearing how someone--anyone--could ever actually care so deeply about someone like her. It is so impossible, but the ring of truth evident in Ildon's voice dispersed all doubts. "Did you know that last night, Rei and I were talking about my own actions?"
Ildon shook his head but kept his eyes fixated upon the intense ruby gaze which was making his blood run more quickly through his veins. "Your actions?"
"Yes," whispered Asellus as gently as a rose petal falling upon water, "I believe that she told me that I can stare at Death in the face, bring up my sword and battle it without any second thoughts..." The half-mystic quickly moved away from her guardian's embrace as Asura fell into a small patch of white roses; the crimson blade stood out sharply against the pure white petals, like the vermilion of Asellus' eyes, "but when Love appears in front of me and tries to enfold me into its arms, I instantly drop my sword and run away."
"Asellus, I..." started Ildon, unsure of what to say, for that was exactly what Rei had told him many, many years ago.
"Beloved, I am tired of running away. I especially don't want to run away from the only means of healing anyone has to offer me, but..."
Royal blue eyes blinked with anxiety. "Please don't run away..." No one knew that the ice-cold Mystic Prince has cried himself to sleep for the past few weeks, fearing that something like this would transpire, shattering all of his hopes for happiness. He can still feel the burning sensation of forbidden tears upon his cheeks when he awoke, stabbing through his heart with pain sharper than any sword and more scorching than any flames.
"I have no intention of running away, Ildon. Where would that lead me to? Certainly not anywhere I want to be," murmured Asellus, pulling her knight closer to her as she breathed in the scent of roses and mystery which can only come from him, "there is only one place I want to be..."
Ildon's eyes brightened with amazement and.... love. "Where would that be, I presume?"
A brilliant smile answered him. "In the most wondrous place in all the regions: standing before Ciato's rotting corpse."
"........................................."
Asellus laughed a true laugh, not one laced with pain, bitterness, or sarcasm, but the kind of laugh which seemed to penetrated even the darkest regions of Ildon's mind. "Don't take that seriously, love."
The other snorted his disbelief and ruffled her hair affectionately. "Do you believe in destiny? What is destiny?"
Pulling out of Ildon's grasp, the half-mystic picked up Asura and looked up into the blue sky above them. How can she answer such a question? Does she even know what destiny is? She then turned back to look at her protector and friend, and there she found her answer just like the sudden call of the awakening of a brand new day. "Destiny....? Is there such a thing as Fate? I have been told long ago that when all the wishes in your heart, all the dreams you've ever had, and all the things you've always hoped for soared in the sky and were reflected in someone else's eyes; then you've found your destiny...
"And that means... that you are my destiny," smiled Asellus as she briskly walked back to the chateau, stopping only to grasp Ildon's hand in hers.
"As you are mine..."
As soon as the two of them entered through the gates of the Castle of Needles, cheering broke through the crowd of mystics and humans gathered at the courtyard. However, a more piercing cry rose above the other voices as a red-clad figure broke from her companion and sprinted off to the other end of the hall.
"Wh-WHITE ROSE!!!!" cried Asellus as she launched herself tearfully at the banished Arch-Princess, "I'm sorry... I'm so very sorry...."
The other simply shook her flower-crowned head and wiped her own crystal tears which were flowing down her cheeks at a dangerous rate. "No... please, Lady Asellus... it was not your fault... I chose to..... Oh, my Lady!!"
As Ildon joined the others at the end of the hall, he noticed with a little satisfaction and amazement that many of the mystics have dropped their dignity and were either weeping freely or were reveling in their freedom. "It's finally over."
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Two weeks later...
"Must you leave now?" asked Ildon, a little shocked that Asellus still wants to 'go out and see the world', "I thought that we have already seen all of it..."
Asellus grinned mischievously and sheathed a flawless Asura before grabbing her betrothed by his side-locks and pulling him down for a deep kiss.
Ildon groaned unhappily with mock-irritation. "You do know that if you keep on doing that every time we have an argument, you're always going to win," sighed the Prince of Darkness.
"I know... that's one of the reasons why I love you," the half-mystic linked her hand with his before stepping out of her room to descend down the annoying flight of steps, "and please tell Rastaban to get rid of so many steps in the castle. I don't mind really, but they do get annoying to have to climb about four or five different flights to simply get from one room to another."
A fleeting smile crossed the dark mystic's expression as he rested his hands on the railing at the very top of the mentioned flight of stairs. Asellus... so blunt, yet so very, very adorable. "I will remember to mention that to said Mystic Lord. I still can't believe that you managed to get Rastaban to take the throne instead of you."
Shrugging, the half-mystic practically ran down to the ground and irritably watched her former teacher easily flying down as she tried to get her breath back. Blushing slightly as she grabbed for Ildon's hand once more, she answered, "Actually, I wasn't the one to convince Rastaban... but the outcome is still the same."
"Still, can't I go with you to wherever you're going?" asked Ildon, his tone deepening a notch or so as the reached the empty courtyard, "Must you leave me again when we just barely found one another? Asellus..."
"Ildon, we may have found each other, but I still don't know who--or what--I am," the girl raised a pale hand and traced her guardian's features gently, as if blind, "I need to go and try to find out what that is before I can commit to anything. You deserve more than all the regions Ildon, and I don't want to let you down."
To his surprise, Ildon couldn't see anymore, not with the tears which began to sear his vision. He became paralyzed with what his charge had said that he did not even notice as rain finally fell on Facinaturu. The drought is now truly over. "Asellus, I don't need all of the regions or even one of them. I just need you, just as you are."
A vibrant ringing of her voice seemed to call out to him from the obscurity of the rain. He brought his head up to come face to face with hypnotic crimson eyes that smiled at him like a ray of hope cutting through a cloud of despair. Ildon felt warmth from the light that came from her honest eyes. Soon, he felt himself being drawn gently into the comforting arms of the vermilion-eyed owner. The fascinating voice of the girl sighed something into his ears, piercing through his state of loneliness. It was much like the brightest star in the darkest night.
"I know that you know that... but I need to find that out for myself. You make me love you when I feel that I shouldn't be loving you. Still, if you need me to be with you..."
At that moment, Ildon felt his heart twist with such a deep emotion that he didn't even notice that he was holding in his breath. He looked for a moment at the girl who was holding on to him so tightly and saw the same emotion bubbling through the surface from the depths of her eyes. It wasn't lust... it wasn't even need... "No Asellus, I can never deny you what you want... not anymore. My love for you is much greater than my need for you and I know that even if you will contradict it, you will love me less should I even attempt to tether you down. I would hate myself if I would do that, even more than you will." It was pure devotion.
"Ildon..." started Asellus, but he covered her lips with a kiss so fiery that she couldn't even do anything but clutch on to him for dear life. When the kiss ended, both of them had tears in their eyes, whether of happiness or sorrow or a mixture of both, neither of them knew. "I will be back... I can't stay away from you for too long."
Kissing Asellus once more, Ildon raised her left hand and lightly laid his lips upon the silver band on her ring finger. "I'll be waiting for you. If it takes forever, I'll wait for you. Please don't say 'goodbye'."
One more kiss and the emerald-haired girl broke away before she really changed her mind and stayed. "I love you Ildon... Until we meet again."
"And I you. I will not love you for the rest of your life; I will love you for the rest of mine!!" choked the prince as he watched his princess run faster and faster until she disappeared into the hidden door and ultimately, into the deep ocean of stars above the regions. "Asellus..."
"'The greatest challenge in our life is to find someone who knows our flaws and differences and yet still willingly cares about you for who you are.' Isn't that right, Ildon?" asked a musical voice behind Ildon. Silence smiled at the slowly disappearing airship which was taking his half-mystic leader farther and farther away from them. "Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on you two but I heard you when you were talking at one of the bridges in Kyo as I was taking a walk. It seems to me that Asellus has found that person... and so have you."
"Silence... did I do the right thing?"
White Rose and Rei also came out to watch their leader stray away from them. "Ildon, I believe that you know the answer to that yourself."
Zozma leapt from one of the pillars of the gateway of the castle, the crisp night breeze seemed to be enough to suspend him in the air for a few seconds before he landed gracefully before the Black Wing. "If you need to know the answer, I need to ask you a question. Just to make sure that you are worthy of Asellus."
Ildon paused and stared for a couple of moments before his gaze was broken by Rastaban's voice. "Ildon, if you answer Zozma's question satisfactorily, then I will impart to you two things: why I wanted Asellus to become Charm Lord in the first place and why have accepted the responsibility when it was given to me."
"Fine," choked the blue-eyed mystic before turning to Zozma.
"Ildon, did you let Asellus go even though you wanted to keep her with you?" asked the fire-haired mystic, his gaze snapping merrily.
That seemingly obvious question surprised Ildon. "Yes."
Rastaban and the rest of them exchanged glances and smiled furtively. "Your answer is accepted, Ildon," replied Rei.
"W-what?"
His query was left unanswered as his best friend raised a hand for silence. "Ildon, you may believe it or not, but I am Orlouge's son--not a Mystic Prince by revival, but a son by blood," started Rastaban, chuckling at the shock with crossed Ildon's face, "I had wanted to give the throne to Asellus in the very beginning because it gave her a purpose in this life. I didn't need or want it, but she seemed to need it because of what I knew would happen in the future. Even in the human world, Father was never actually a 'father' to me and he knew that I was never actually a 'son' to him, so when the time came when he overthrew the Charm Lord Kurenai, he got rid of our human connection by changing me into a mystic--corrupting my blood as well as his."
Ildon touched the cold silver band on his left hand, remembering as the pang of loss began to gnaw on his heart. "What does that have anything to do with Asellus? You're starting to summarize what has happened to you in the past, not why you thought to give the throne to my fiancee."
"Well, I knew that Asellus would change his tyrannical rule into something similar to our current situation. Unfortunately, I never even realized that she would not accept the throne; she seemed so reckless and powerful when I first met her. However, Charm Lord is not supposed to have any *true* emotional attachments to anyone because a ruler can be weak to have any attachments, nothing--not even love, perhaps extreme narcissism--and that is why I was accepted..." Rastaban glared at a smug Silence, Zozma, White Rose, and Rei, "to take the throne in her stead since I had no true attachments."
The smug smiles were still present, but now it included Ildon as well.
"Minus the extreme narcissism!!!" choked Rastaban, causing the others to laugh at him.
Still..... Ildon snapped up to look at the sky once more and sighed deeply. "But why did you ask me such a question before telling me the truth?"
White Rose was the one to answer him first. "It is because we needed to know the truth from you."
"The truth?"
"You needed to answer your own question, and that required the truth," added Silence mildly, picking a crimson rose from one of the limestone pillars. Then, he started to walk back through the gate with Rastaban, Rei, and White Rose.
Zozma snickered and pulled on one of Ildon's wings before following the others inside, leaving the confused young man to his thoughts. "You asked Silence if you did the right thing and you answered it yourself. Do you truly love Asellus? And love? What is love?"
Jet-black wings rustled as Ildon turned to stare at Zozma as he walked back to the palace, his voice growing less and less audible. "It's kind of complicated, but I'll tell you this... the second you're willing to make yourself miserable to make someone else happy, that's love all right."
Ildon, turning his face back up into the brightening sky, heard everything..... and believed.
//...learning to love someone enough to pull them out of the way and take the brunt of my sword instead... that is the Ildon that I remembered from before...//
"It was worth the risk... more than worth the risk."
~*~*~*~
Twilight brings the calm feeling as if right before a storm
Dusk weaves the mist of illusion, leading seekers to their end
Midnight, the darkest hour, transfigures nightmares into terrible reality
Dawn beckons the weary traveler forth to claim the prize of light and hope
Then everything.... into Awakening
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"Every step I took since the moment I could walk was a step towards finding you."
"Because you are my destiny as I am yours."
"To the ends of the world, my Lady."
~Fin: Awakening~
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Asura: *breathes deeply, finally gets her hands off of the key board, and smiles at the little Ildon and Asellus chibis in her hair* Aren't they cute?
Hideaki: *hands Asura another cup of green tea* Here, this will soothe the pain. *sighs sympathetically at the number of knots in his Lady's hair*
Asura: In my hands or in my hair? *shakily takes the tea and swirls the tea leaves left at the bottom of the cup* *winces as chibi Ildon pulls a little too roughly on her hair* Oh yeah.... I forgot something....
Hideaki: Which is.... what?
Asura: *grabs Hideaki and the chibis before frantically waving "HI" to all of her readers, reviewers, and dear Kamll* This one was for you all!!! Hopefully a fitting Christmas present, but I don't know considering my terrible writing...
Hideaki: *sits down next to the fireplace* You don't have terrible writing, sure you have half-way decent writing, but your main problem is that procrastination of yours!! We need to cure you of that.
Asura: *grimaces and walks over to sit next to Hideaki, hugs the sleepy chibis to her * I'll do that later but at least let me rest for Christmas.
Hideaki: *hugs her* What are you talking about!? For the past few months all you have done is "rest"!
Asura: Give me a break, Aki-kun. School's been hectic and I need my sleep. Finishing *snickers* 'Awakening' must have counted for something. *yawns*
Hideaki: Indeed, you have only about three or four more series to finish, Mistress.
Asura: *snuggles to Hideaki with her two chibis and her Draco Malfoy and Tare Panda plushies* Anata wa hontou ni urusai na Muse da, Aki-kun. *yawns* Netai....
Hideaki: *sighs and draws a blanket to cover the lot of them before waving to the readers and hopefully, reviewers* Well, until we meet again in one of Asura's crazy fics. Thank you.
