Disclaimer, Warnings, Author's Notes, and Other Crap: Gah! This fanfic has been in existence for... a long time. A few months, anyway. I lost it for a while, though, and it was just recently found and returned to me, so... I'm typing it. Yes, it was done on paper. Yes, this is because I don't have a computer. Yes, I'm typing this on someone else's computer.

I don't own Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts, or Square/Squaresoft. I don't own Star Ocean: The Second Story, and I don't own Enix. Obviously this means I don't own Chrono Trigger, either (though nothing from Chrono Trigger APPEARS in this fanfic, that isn't the point). So there. I do claim all rights to myself, the house, the garden, and the Silver Trum- *gets hit in the head by a lawsuit* Okay okay, I DON'T own the Silver Trumpet... .;

Warnings? This is a yaoi story. YAOI. Y-A-O-I. Slash. Male/Male. Homosexual. O.o They're gaaaaaaaaay. *plasters a big sign up over the fic* So no homophobes, ne? ^_^ Cause, if you are to flame me, well, I'll just laugh at you and invite my friends to do the same.

Also, I'm NOT writing disclaimers before every chapter. You know I'm not. Fuck that. And yes, I'm allowed to use 'that kind of language'. Why? Because I'm Shinigami Love, you asses. ^_______^ Now go read like the good lil minna you are.

Alone, we always wait to join another.

Together, we always wait to cross worlds.

Boundaries break and walls shatter from our linked hearts.

The passage of time bends to no rules but the ones we set before it.

Only our own doubts govern the actions we cannot take.

Infinity is set before us; will our courage grant the immortal chain we seek?

Raef ton, rof evol si syawla.

Htaed yam llac, tub ew deeh ton.

Kool edisni dna llet eht dlrow.

Raef ton.

Evol si syawla.



Prelude

It was cold. Infinitely cold. A thousand tiny, icy needles pierced into the mortal shell like so many miniature daggers. The pain was incomprehensible, yet so intense it was like rapture to the dying soul it so easily sliced.

The darkness encroached without reason, and sank its sharpened fangs into the sweet life set before it. No resistance rose to meet it, no power left to fight. It laughed mockingly at the broken figure, then left it be when no spark of fight flickered in the hollow shell.

Death would claim him soon enough ,this beautiful, fallen angel; his body was tired, his heart torn... his soul barely pulsed with any will to live. All had been taken from him -- his life, his love, even those he hated. All of it gone now.

Yet there was something inside of him... something distinctly mortal about the angel. Though his body was uncaring, his mind and spirit were terribly, horribly afraid. Each beat of his wounded heart brought him closer to the demise he had so long dreamed would come... but that mortal shard within him did not want to go into that cold abyss...

And in the moment he realized this, the spark of light within him shimmered once again. He could not fade here. He could not give in to that Fate which Death would bring him. Not yet. Not now.