Destined Pair

Hardships sure are coming at me in spades these days. We defeat the Prophets only to end up having to fight the Dream Demon who caused Duran Bryant to overload the Yggdrasil Generator. And now, I've found out that the man I have been calling "Daddy" was only a hologram with mass, created from the Hyadas Library from Daddy's memories, and that my real father died in the accident.

I must be strong, for the sake of everyone in Filgaia. If I am unable to defeat the Dream Demon, she'll steal away everyone's memories. And I refuse to let her take something so precious away from the people of Filgaia. So I've got to fight, grief can come later, when everyone is safe once more.

*You've got to talk to someone,* Raftina informs me, *You're going through a tough time here, maybe if you speak about it, you'll feel better. I can feel the pain in your heart over all that has happened and I want you to ask for help. After all, you're the one who always says to weather the storm together.*

*Who'll listen to me? Nobody'll understand how I feel about all that's happened. None of them lost their father in a tragic accident, and was forced to turn off a device that would cause his copy to fade away forever. I've got to try and figure things out on my own,* I say, with tears in my eyes.

She asks me, *What about Jet? You tried to help him to cope with his true identity, even though you can't understand what it feels like to think you're no more than a puppet.*

I sighed, as I thought about my ancestor who had called Zephyr to Filgaia, even though he knew he was an artificial being. But I guess Raftina is referring to first hand experience with these feelings. *That's true, but I can understand how it feels to be an outcast. After all, I can't tell anyone about my own origins, in fear of being killed. We are kind of alike, in that sense. Although I'm usually the one who seeks out other human beings, while he's trying to get by on his own with all his problems.*

*Then talk to him,* Raftina demanded, *For my sake at least. Darn, do you know how hard it is for a Guardian to invoke their name in an appropriate situation? Anyway, he'll definitely listen to what you have to say, I can guarantee it. After all, I can feel it when love is in the air.* She giggled.

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I went to see Jet later on that day. He was lying down on the ground, looking up at the sky. I could tell that he was deep in thought, so I merely lay down next to him and looked as well.

"What do you want? Oh, I get it, you want me to tell you what's been bugging me. For once, I'm feeling quite all right. After all that happened, I finally feel like I can lead a semi-normal life. I've got a purpose, I know why I don't have memories, and I've decided to stay with you guys. So if you don't have anything in particular to say, then let me alone to think by myself," he quipped.

I told him, "I need to talk to you, about all that's happened. I don't know, I guess I'm feeling just a little bit down in the dumps. But I've got to get out of it, people's lives and memories are in danger. So Raftina suggested that I speak with someone, and then I decided to talk to you."

He looked at me, no doubt noticing the tears. "It's ok, if you want to cry it's no business of mine. As long as it doesn't impede you in battle and endanger your life then you can cry all you want. But stay focused when we fight Beatrice, or you might get killed by her. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happens. I mean. . .you've done so much for me, that I've got to return the favor."

*He's avoiding the subject,* Zephyr told Raftina, *Looks like he doesn't want to make her think that he really cares about her, and make it seem like an economic transaction. If there was a Guardian of Denial, I'm sure Jet would call him here right here and now with that one sentence.*


*Hush, let the two of them work it out alone. Neither of them are children, and you don't have to do anything to interfere with their relationship. Besides, Virginia can hear our voices even when we are talking amongst ourselves or to other members of the groups. You'll embarrass her,* chided Raftina.

Moor Gault, always having something to say in any situation, complained, *But Raftina, you're one to talk about interfering. You're the one trying to hook Jet and Virginia up all the time.*

Raftina sighed. *I'm the Guardian of Love, matchmaking is my job. You're job is to make sure that heat and flame are always present, Moor Gault. And Zephyr, your job is to keep hope alive in the hearts and minds of man. Stick to your own jobs, and let me do mine on my own you two.*

I sigh as well. Can't they all just leave their noses out of my business? Ok, maybe this is Raftina's job, but I don't remember asking to be hooked up with Jet. Unless she's reading my deepest emotions, the ones I keep hidden in my heart. A scowl crosses my face directed at the Guardians.

"What's with that face?" Jet asks me, "I told you that you can cry, so why do you look so angry. Sometimes, you're so impossible to read. Did I say something wrong?" I see the concern in his eyes.

"No nothing at all. Raftina just said something funny, that's all," I reply.

Moor Gault whispers, *Kiss him, I want to see the two of you liplock for a little bit.*

I was ready to pounce on him then and there. But instead, I feel my tears coming back even stronger. Maybe grief is a stronger emotion than anger, or it could be that I feel depressed because I can't even talk about my own emotions without the help of the Guardians.

Jet then does something unexpected. He takes the second finger of his right hand, and uses it to wipe away the tears from my eyes. "You don't have to worry any more Virginia. I guess this is my thanks for all you've done for me, and for all your old man did for me, since I can't thank him in person. I'll be here for you if you ever need to talk, even if I don't have anything to say to you."

'I'm the one who needs to thank you,' I think, 'You've been protecting me ever since we first met, and I've never been able to return the favor to you. If you wish to take care of me and protect me, I don't mind. Maybe, with you by my side, I can begin to shed this grief, and fly once more.'

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Teefa's Last Words…

Well, this is sort of a prequal to "In Too Deep". The romance blossoms in that story, as many of you already know. This is just the turning point for her emotions. Now then, we're just gonna have to talk about the thank yous before we go. Ok, first, to Media Vision for making this game. Then, to the sites that got you into Wild ARMs in the first place. And finally, to your obsessive mind for making weird theories. That'll have to do. Gotta get to work , dancing fever tonight. Keep in mind people, the type out is a few weeks old, since I write everything ahead of time. The dance was on April 4th. And I get to daydream about Jet dancing. (get's starry eyes)