Author's note: Hopefully this fanfic won't be tooo much of a bad work. Anyhoo, it's my first, so pwease don't be too harsh! ^-^ If you have a second, I'd love it if you'd R&R!!!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately enough, I don't own Orphen, Cleao, Dortin, Volcan, Hartia, Leki, Azalie, Lei, or any of the other characters. Sad, yes, but all too true. Also, note the title page - this is a FAN FICTION!!!! Done by an OTAKU of Orphen & co., so don't flame me or anything. And please don't sue me - I'm broke anyway. -_-; You'd be wasting your time. Orphen belongs to all those companies that own it - I dunno who they are. o.o;;;

AND NOW.... THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR... THE FAN FIC!! (CH. 1)

Ch. 1 – Lonely And Cold

Cleao sighed dramatically and fidgeted with her skirt. Picking at her embroidery, she couldn't get out the knots. Mariabella took it as her job, and undid a couple. Leki jumped onto Cleao's lap, cuddling against her.

"Oh I swear this is impossible!!!" She whined. "Mariabella, I miss him..." Cleao whispered, petting Leki's head. Leki yelped, and Cleao snapped back into reality, startled by his sudden movement. "And it's not just him anymore, either. There's something missing from my life..."

Orphen wouldn't come back to her, though. She was smart enough to know that. He was in love with Azalie, no matter how much Cleao loved him. He was gone, and she felt as though she'd never see him again. Even Mariabella wouldn't understand. She'd given up with curing her younger sister of heartbreak. The door opened, and Dortin came clanking in. Cleao started to look up at the noise. Behind the door, Volcan was muttering to himself.

"Miss Cleao, I've got your mail for today!" Dortin grinned and set it down on the coffee table.

Cleao curled up on the sofa and continued to look out the window, then finally paid attention to her mail. Junk, junk, junk... she thought to herself, not sure if she wanted a letter from Orphen or Majic. Finally, she lifted the last letter to her face - to speculate it closely. She opened it, while unsure of whom it was from.

* * * *

Orphen opened the door to an in-hotel restaraunt. Azalie searched the restaurant for something interesting. She seemed bored, and Orphen didn't know what to do about it. She was pregnant, and getting grouchier by the day. Orphen sat across from her, staring endlessly at Azalie. He started talking, but she didn't answer.

"Azalie?" He asked, questioning her presence lightly yet unsure of his own question.

"Yes, Orphen?" she replied dully.

"Uhm... You do love me, don't you?" Orphen hadn't questioned her about love for the past 2 weeks. He gulped as Azalie looked at him, finally.

She laughed a little coldly, yet he smiled a bit, relaxing. "Krillancello, I love you like I would a brother." Azalie stroked his cheek with her silky finger. "But Childman shall always be my love." She wrapped her arms around her bulging stomach. Her answer hurt him, but he attempted to remain calm.

"S-so you don't love me, then?" Orphen stuttered.

"My adorable Krillancello, I will always love you as my friend," she smiled gently, giggling a bit and tossing her purple hair behind her shoulders. Now he was upset.

All the time he had spent looking for her, all that time he had sacrificed his life for hers. And for what??? boiled the question in his head. She didn't love him - not the way he had wanted her to. Cleao had loved him, and he had always shoved her away too preoccupied with Azalie, whom he realized had become selfish. She didn't mean to, either. It was just her nature after being the Bloody August. Orphen stood up and left Azalie with the bill.

* * * *

Orphen refused to talk to Azalie. He sat in a corner, sulking, while she tried to make him speak.

"Krillancello, what's the matter?" she asked, concerned. He looked out the window, towards the sunset. Orphen's mind wandered for words, looking into her shining purple eyes. He remembered Cleao, suddenly. Orphen thought of all their travels together, and that it just didn't feel right anymore to sit around.

"You don't love me."

Azalie gave up - she loved Childman. Orphen, yes, had as far as she had known, had a crush on her, but she figured it was nothing more. Here was rooted a far deeper problem. The pain she had caused him the year she turned into the Bloody August. The love he had set aside for her, only her. How he had refused anything that got in his way.

"Orphen is what they call you, no?" Azalie said sadly, hands on her hips.

"Yes. I think you should call me Orphen too, now, Azalie," he stated coldly, suddenly far away from her care. "I have loved you as no one else can, I turn you back from the horrible beast you were. But I'm not sure if I killed that beast. You have rejected all my love, and I swear I understand what you're going through..." Orphen paused, choosing his words carefully. "But you have to understand that I love you more than anyone else! Azalie, I love you! I swear it!" He gave up, and she rubbed his back.

"My Krillancello, you don't understand," she whispered, pulling him closer to her. "Oh, poor baby..." She shushed him, soothing him with her soft voice. "Krillancello, you are so - young!" He looked at her, startled.

"Is that what's keeping you from me? My age?" Orphen cried childishly.

Azalie started to cry. "No! No, it's not! Don't you remember? I told you - I love Childman! He is my life - and his life is in my hands right now..." she kissed his cheek. "I think you need some love, but you also need someone who can cheer you up when you're too serious! Someone who can put a spark back into your life, when you're in the darkest cave." Orphen nodded, and understood her completely. He had to accept Azalie, and love her at a distance.

* * * *

Cleao opened the letter, carefully so not to tear it. She tucked a blonde strand of hair behind her ear. It was from Majic - he was the only one that wrote her these days. She read it aloud to Mariabella and Leki:

Dear Cleao,

How are you? I hope all is well with your family and Leki. I actually believe I'm writing this time on business. Hartia has told me that he can no longer sense where Orphen is - and I'm worried. Lei can't seem to figure it out either. When I tried, it damaged my skill for a few days. Thanks to that try, I have a broken finger. I'd be great to see you again, so please come by and visit. It's been so lonely lately. Please write back, we all really miss you. I feel like Orphen is missing out on so much.

Majic

Cleao smiled at her old friend's letter. She missed him, too. Even if he had been a little too girly for her taste, he had always been sweet. She remembered his large blue eyes, always eager to learn of intelligence. Perhaps a little wimpy sometimes, but obviously a good boy.

"Cleao, maybe you should go!" giggled Mariabella. Leki yipped in agreement, tugging at Cleao's skirt. She wondered if she should - would it be too strange? No, she needed to get out of this ordinary cycle. Out of the life that was boring her so. Nodding, she put the letter away, and grinned.

"You know what?" Cleao told Mariabella. "You're right - I need to go. And who knows? Maybe it'll turn into some sort of adventure," she smirked, eyes gleaming with excitement.

* * * *

Majic raced down the stone halls, rapping on Hartia's door. Hartia opened it, still half asleep - it was 1 o'clock in the morning. But Majic was all too awake for him, and ready to bounce off walls.

"Who the hell -" started Hartia, yawning.

"CLEAO'S COMING, MASTER!!!!!" he yelled happily, interrupting Hartia, who jumped at Majic's holler. Hartia raised an eyebrow, speculating his ecstatic student.

"And you're telling me this now..." Hartia started drifting off, closing the door. "I think we need to work on your common sense, Majic." He sighed, happy and content - but very exhausted.

* * * *

Author's Ending Note: Alrighty, that's all for now... I'll get some more up later perhaps. Hope you liked it. If you didn't, erm, please don't well, get extremely mad at me. I know some people really like Azalie, and I really like her too. As a matter of fact, in the middle of writing this, I got nervous people would start to hate her. I really did try to make all the characters well... nice.