Sayuka: *sweatdrop* Uuummm….

Tsuki: ; She has really no explanation

Sayuka: ^___^ Hoi, Asaki-chan, Ayu-chan, Kazuhi-chan ((XP Real friend)), Scarlett-san!!!!!

Tsuki: …

Sayuka: U_U; okae, okae! I'll start…

::Disclaimer:: I do not own MK unfortunately…! I would love to though…but that'll never happen in a million years…

::Warning:: Some yaoi, ((I am so sorry if I make Gareas too delusional. I'm trying to fix that - -;)) Some Erts/Yu ^___^ Which I *ADORE* and please don't flame me because of that…X_X; Some hints of other pairings too

::Garu's Confession::

Erts fingered his bandaged wrist while quietly sitting in his room, feeling as if he weren't alone. He half-expected to turn around to see Ernest behind him staring quietly, yet watchfully. He shivered. He paled and tried hard not to peer over his shoulder at the empty room. He knew it was empty. It had to be. A sharp knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Reluctantly, he opened the door. His wince was clearly visible when he choked out, "Gareas?"

"What has been going on with Garu lately anyway?" Rioroute grumbled. He glanced over his shoulder. Yu said nothing, only standing there, staring blankly. Rio grinned. "Come on! Don't you say anything? I can tell you've grown fond of that little blond kid." Yu stared at him coldly. Rio clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Say something!" Yu picked Rio's hand off of his shoulder and walked from the hangar without a word. Rioroute blinked after him and scratched the back of his head. "Something I said?" "Don't be such a nuisance to him!" Phil scolded him. Rio raised his eyebrows. "What'd I do?!" He smiled and ran after her. She was so cute when she pretended to be angry. But when she really was angry, it…hurt him. He promised himself he would do his best to keep her calm, which would indeed be a difficult task.

"I need to speak with you, Erts," Gareas mumbled to the floor. Erts stood there shaking for a moment. "Do you…remember…?" He watched, horrified, as Gareas sank to the ground. "Gareas…" He suddenly threw his arms around the younger pilot's waist. "I'm sorry! It's my fault!" Erts stood in quiet shock, unsure of what exactly to do. He could feel the trickling tears on his arm. "It's my fault, damn it!" The sobs became heavier and more mournful. "Please…please forgive me…" Erts was trembling at his touch. Such tormented thoughts in his mind. He still…thinks I'm Ernest. He doesn't want to believe that he's gone…Ernest… "Gareas…" he said, trying to calm the other pilot and himself. He reluctantly lay his hand on the green-haired head. "I'm sorry. I…love you…Ernest." Erts paled much worse than before. He didn't know if he could handle this. "Gareas, Ernest…he's gone," he said firmly, trying to relax his trembling hand, "I'm not him, nor can I compare to him." He slowly tried to squirm away from the tight grasp. "No…don't go again! No, not again!" He hugged the thin waist with all of his strength. "Don't go…" Erts gasped slightly. The air was being squeezed from him. He tried to control his raspy breathing. He was afraid and unsure of what to do. Gareas' pain for Ernest's death…was unbearable. He feared that if he did not get away from the older pilot soon, his head might burst.

"Onii-sama," Kazuhi said quietly. Yu glanced in her direction. "Hmm," he murmured, just barely audible. "You seem so…concerned about something." "There are some things on my mind," he said simply. Kazuhi matched his pace. "Will you tell me what troubles you?" "I'm concerned about the safety of one of the others," he muttered, his eyes flashing for a moment. "Is it Erts-san?" Yu felt some color on his face, but walked off before he hoped she hadn't noticed. Of course, he had no such luck. Kazuhi smiled softly, letting her brother walk away.

"Gareas, please let go of me," Erts said, trying to keep his voice from cracking. "No!" he cried stubbornly. He did not want to risk ever leaving his side again. What if…he brings harm to him? His beautiful, beautiful angel… "I won't! I'll never put you in danger again…no, not again… Forgive me," he sobbed softly, "because I will never be able to forgive myself." Erts flinched as the grip on his waist squeezed tighter. He was ready to collapse in exhaustion. Gareas was still as strong as ever, but he was trembling in fear. "Don't go…don't leave me…again…" "I'm not Ernest," Erts repeated, trying to sound firm. "No! It…it can't be true. I can't…I won't believe it. Your face…your beautiful face, I can see it." Erts choked on a silent sob. "Stop it! You're torturing me! Look at me, Gareas. I'm not Ernest. I am not the one that you're in love with." Wide-eyed, Gareas touched the pale, trembling face before in. "I don't want to believe it…" "But you have to! My name is not Ernest, it's ERTS!" Erts shook violently. Gareas closed his eyes and smiled slightly, looking apologetic. He drooped his head, feeling ashamed. "I know. I'm very sorry, Erts." Erts was taken aback. He knew? He knew?! Gareas looked down at his hands. They were clean; spotlessly clean. Then why…could he only seen Ernest's blood on them? He grasped the doorframe. "Oh, god…" He felt like he was going to be sick. Everywhere he looked, all he could see was blood on his hands. He slammed his fist into the floor, really making covered in blood now. His own blood poured from his knuckles. "I only hoped…you'd forgive me, because I would never be able to forgive myself, but…" he laughed bitterly, "all I've done now is make it worse. But then…you shouldn't forgive me. Why? Because it's entirely my fault. Entirely my fault that your brother is…gone, Erts." "No…" Erts said, moving towards him slowly. He was reluctant, but he wanted to help him. "Ernest wouldn't…wouldn't want to you to blame yourself," he managed to choke out. Gareas clenched his bloody fist. "Do you know…what I was thinking that day, Erts? That day…of his funeral and the day, that you first came?" Erts looked away as the older pilot continued, "I kept thinking to myself, 'Why? Why was it Ernest…and not me?' When he…died…a part of me died with him. My heart, my soul, my entire reason for living…was gone. The thought plagued me, 'If I were never alive, would I have hurt him? The one…I love?' I would die a thousand lives in exchange for my angel's…" He looked away, in pain. "That day you came, I thought I would lose my mind. You were…a gift from the Goddesses. I thought that, maybe, I could love you…or just look after you for him. I tried to love you, to get my mind off of him." He ran his hand through his green hair with a bitter look. "Isn't that terrible? I couldn't though. The only thing my heart wanted was your stupid brother." Gareas choked back tears. "He was so stupid to try to keep me from dying. I was the one that was supposed to die! What was wrong with him? He need life! He deserved it. Ernest Cuore…was one of humanity's angels." He glanced at the boy in the doorway, staring at his feet. "Like you." Erts jerked his head up in surprise. Gareas looked away and went on, "I hate myself for never telling him, 'Thank you, Ernest. Thank you for worrying about me. I love you.' " Tears threatened him. He leaned heavily on the doorframe, blaming himself.

Yu walked slowly down the halls. He wasn't sure where he was going. When he finally looked up, he realized he was walking towards Erts' room. Hesitantly, he continued to walk, slowing his pace further. He wanted to make sure that he was okay. So that…he didn't have to worry about him. Flushing ever so slightly, he continued walking.

"I never told him, damn it!" Gareas glanced warily at Erts. "I wanted to apologize to you. I'm sorry, because, the more I thought about him in my heart, and my mind saw you…I just couldn't bear it. I fell away from realty. I've fought it for so long now. I know it's not real. I'm worthless and I don't deserve such kindness. But Ernest…he deserved to be happy. To look out for you, not me." He smiled weakly. "My angel is gone and I have no purpose for life anymore." "Stop it!" Erts exclaimed, completely overwhelmed. "Ernest only thought of you the entire time. He only wanted to keep you safe. He cared about you…I know. But then…if you hurt yourself, he wouldn't forgive you," he paused for a moment, "and neither could I." Gareas touched the cool face before him and smiled faintly. "The way you worry, your kind and gentle way of speaking, and your desire not to harm anyone or thing, makes you so much like him. You are…my little angel. I swear to you, I will die before I harm you again. I'm so sorry…" His face crinkled slightly and he patted the blond head before turning to leave. He passed by a shocked looking Yu. Erts blinked furiously to keep tears from spilling.

"Are you…all right, Erts-san?" Yu muttered quietly from concern, cautiously approaching the boy. "He did not harm you, did he?" Erts steadied his trembling as Yu sank to the ground besides him. "No. Gareas…he is in pain. He won't stop blaming himself, Yu." "Does he…deserve to be forgiven, Erts-san?" Yu laid his hand gently over the other cold, slim hand. He had never spoken to anyone other than his sister so much. "I believe that everyone deserves another chance." Erts closed his eyes. Leaning his head back against the doorframe, he closed his fingers around Yu's hand. Yu was slightly surprised, but did not object. He smiled vaguely and a bit of a flush fluttered over his face. "Do you…" Erts began, "believe in angels?" "Why do you ask?" Erts smiled slightly at the thought. "Gareas said that Ernest…was his angel. Do you suppose, that perhaps…?" Yu squeezed his hand slightly and very gently. "When it comes to you and your brother…I believe, that angels do exist."

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Sayuka: TT_TT Aww!! *huggles* I just LOVE Yu!! *_* So kawaii!! Gomen if minna thinks he talked too much…*muses* come to think of it, I've only heard him speak twice! ; Oh well.

Tsuki: ^____^ *glompies Erts and Yu*

Sayuka: O_O; Gomen ne, she's a little hyperactive and…*cough, cough—crazy—cough, cough*

Tsuki: XP