Chrono Cross: Angelus Errare

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        I don't really have much to say this time, except thank you all for the reviews. The secret is finally out and Serge and Kidd's love for each other have broke the love triangle. YEAAH! Anyways, in this chapter, you will hear more about Serge's mysterious power. Just so you noticed, there isn't any synopsis for following past chapters since I don't want to spoil for you at all. Well, enjoy the story!!!!!

        *And sorry for the long daily on this chapter. I still have writer's block up to now and you'll notice a writer's block in my writing just towards the end. And I'll probably change some things later so I can get this little calculation on something this story right. But I'm sorry for the long wait though. But anyways, enjoy!!! ^_^

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As the moon started to set into the horizon, Marge looked out the window, gazing at the quiet town of Arni Village with a somewhat hopeful gaze. "After six weeks, he must have been pretty busy finding his own identity. But I am happy for him. Happy that he finally found the path of which to follow. Now it is my turn to tell him the truth and what his true purpose really is," she said, looking out into the dark bluish-lavender sky. "I only hope Kidd told him to come as soon as possible."

        In the light and darkish sky of early morning, an Angel started to float down to Arni village, with his lover in his protective arms. His wings started to drift quietly, careful not to wake any of his neighbors up. Arching his wings above him, he managed to stop his flying speed and hovered a few inches away from the ground. He landed swiftly on the ground that leads to his home, slowly letting the young woman down to the ground.

        "Is this the thing you were gonna tell me as a little pay back for your absence?" asked Kidd, grabbing his hand and intertwining with his.

        He smiled. "Yeah, this what I wanted to show you. I wanted to be a surprise for you, but I guess it's no longer surprise anymore after you behind me."

        "And you really did surprise me," she said.

        "What do you think of them?" he asked bashfully. He looked down, his cheeks hued with the color pink.

        Kidd smiled. "I think they're beautiful, mate. I think it suits you very well." He grinned by her compliment, happy to see that she is not running away due to his weirdness.

        "But, can you keep this a secret from everyone else?" he asked.

        "I'm not so sure 'bout that…"

        "Come on Kidd, please?" pleaded Serge, showing his puppy dog eyes.

        "I'm just kidding with ya, mate. I promise I'll keep this a secret," she said, drawing him into a hug. "I'll take care of ya."

        "Arigatou, Kidd. You don't know how much I really appreciate it."

        "I will know how much you appreciate it if I get a little reward," joked Kidd, winking to give him a hint. Serge smiled, knowing what she wants. He slowly leaned into her, and pecked her on the lips, enjoying the feel of her lips upon his.

        Just when they were about to go hard, a simple cough interrupted their little intimate scene. They both turned to the figure, and found Marge smiling at them. "I see I should leave you two alone," she said jokingly.

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Chapter 26- The Legend of the Mitsukaians…

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        Serge smiled and went to his mother, hugging her lovingly after so many weeks have passed. "My baby boy, all grown up now. Gomennasai if we didn't celebrate your birthday."

        "That's okay, Hahaue. At least I was gone for one purpose," he said, pointing at his wings.

        "Ah yes, so you managed to release them after all. And it is the exact time in which you are mature enough to use those," she said, with hint of pride for her only boy.

        "What do you mean?" he asked, looking questionably at Marge.

        She smiled. "Come in, segare. I'll tell more in the house. There are a lot of important matters I want to discuss to you about." With that she started to go inside, looking behind her to see Kidd just standing there. "Kidd, you may come in and listen to this. Since you love my son, I insist that you should listen."

        From the looks of things, Kidd was quite surprise that she can listen to this conversation. Serge stepped behind her and hugged her from behind, rounding his arms around her protectively. She smiled and both of them started to walk inside the house, bolting the door tight behind them.

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        In Serge's clean living room, Marge grabbed a book from the shelves, examining the covers carefully. By that time, Serge's wings went into his back with no signs or clues of his secret. He sat down on his comfy couch near the window, looking out into the still dark night, waiting for his mother to come and join. Kidd sat by him, kneeling into his shoulder as Serge drew his hand around Kidd, leaning her closer to his warm body.

        Serge's mother looked through the think pages of the book and smiled, knowing that the book she is looking at is the one she is looking for. She turned around, shutting the dusty back once more. "Chichiue would have been so proud of you, Saaji. You have passed your age as a young teenager to a new stage of a young adult. Both of us are proud of you," said Marge, sitting down on a single comfortable chair facing Serge and Kidd. "Serge, there is a lot of things you will be learning about yourself." She slowly handed the book to Serge. "And I will help you go in that right direction. Chichiue and I didn't really speak much of our heritage, but we knew by the time you were born, you were not old enough to know about your blood or your heritage. So, since you are now 18 years old, growing into a fine man, it is my turn to tell you who you really are."

        Marge drew her hands to the book, opening to the very page she wanted to show her only boy. Within the book, there stood a picture of his father, standing with his mother in a place that he never seen. In the background, there is a huge mesa that stood in the middle of the land, with beautiful, green forests surrounding its form. In the sky, different shapes of clouds surrounded all around it with the sky colored deep blue. Somehow, Serge recognizes this place that his mother and father stood at. "The feeling of this place. I can feel the mystic aura surrounding it, even though it's a picture." Inspecting it more, Serge was able to see a huge mansion-like temple on top of the huge Mesa, with a massive waterfall covering some kind of entrance. "What the…? What the heck is…?"

        "Serge, the picture you are seeing is none other than the "Holy Land." The mystical land in which your very quest is looking for," said Marge seriously, looking intently into his eyes.

        "What?!" said Serge surprisingly. "This is the Holy Land."

        "The Holy Land, Saaji…it's…it's…our home."

        "Our…home…? B-but…how…?"

        Marge took in a deep breath, knowing this would happen. "You see, Serge. The reason this land got this name is because we, the ones with wings, are the soul protectors of this whole world," she said sadly. "We are known as the Mitsukaians, meaning "Angel" in our terms, or the "Winged People"."

        "You mean…you have-"

        "Apparently, yes, segare. However, I lost them due to the confinement I put on to them so long after we settled into Arni. Do you remember that day when I rescued you?"

        Serge's mind clicked as he remembered that dream he had about his past. "That was the only time I ever took out my wings and saved you from falling. Until that time, my wings could no longer sustain the strength to fly anymore. It is still within my back, however, it is permanently damaged due to that. That was a time when you were able to figure out to take them out of your back." She closed her eyes, remembering that very day. "But, after you seen me hurt from using my wings to rescue you, you some how refrained from using them. You completely shut yourself from taking out your wings and that you completely forgot that you even have any at all, leaving your mind to create a desire in you to fly."

        Serge looked away from the book and looked at his mother sadly. "B-but, how was I able to take them out once more? How was I able to fly with them even though I don't know how to use them."

        Opening her eyes, Marge looked through Serge's mind, seeing the scene of the day six weeks ago that his prophecy came true in its brink. "The power of your emotions, Saaji. The moment you saw Kidd falling off that cliff made you release that anger within you, causing your will to rescue her to come true of your wishes. The will to fly and rescue the one you love. This is the meaning of Schala's words: Anger, sadness, regret, and love triggered your scenes to be able to break the seal and fly freely of whatever you desire."

        Serge looked at Kidd intently, watching her smile and leaned into him a little more. He nuzzled his cheek against hers, closing his eyes because of this comfort. "I understand now, Hahaue. I understand the mystery within me…sort of. But I know there is more to it than that. How is the "Holy Land" our home?"

        "Are you sure you want to listen to this tale?" she asked, looking surly into his eyes. Serge nodded his head determinedly, waiting for the knowledge of his unknown ancestry and his so-called "Ancient Blood" that most of his enemies refer to. "And you, Kidd, will you listen and keep this a secret to everyone else until the right time has come?" Kidd nodded her head as well.

        "I'll do my best to keep this a secret. I won't let your life or Serge's be in danger," she swore. "I swear it with my love and trust within Serge."

        "Thank you, Kidd," she said. Slowly, Marge looked out into the sky, watching the partly dark night clouds drifting through the sky. "It was…12,000 years ago since the time the Ancient Magical city Zeal was down due to Queen Zeal's greed to obtain more power from Lavos' perch. It wasn't too long ago when another landmass up in the sky was created 2,000 years later. This land…was known as "Seichi no Mitsukai " the Holy Land of the Angels before it was called the "Holy Land." It is a lush, beautiful land that lives peacefully in the sky without any need of more power. It is the only land in which can make its own water and make its own food and plant resource up in the sky. Mainly, we are created in this place, obtaining powers that mysteriously go beyond the ranks from the Enlightened Ones of Zeal. We have the ability to read people's minds, sense the aura readings within, feel the other's feelings, and the ability to use our minds to control things without using our hands. The ability you have right now, Serge, is the powers you are receiving as a Mitsukaian." Marge pointed at the building of the mesa. "But, most of all, due to the gift of flying, we have the main resource in which we need for our life. The huge temple that you see on this picture was our main source of our ritual religion and the most important factor of our life. This temple is known as the "Temple of Purity." This is where our leader, known as the Shugotenshi, resides as a spiritual leader who watches over the people below the earth and us. Not once did he ever let us down during those times. He is the main person who holds all ceremonies and all government declarations and problems." She pointed her finger below the mesa. "The waterfall represents as a gate in which the entrance inside leads to the very huge village of our time. Only those of our blood are able to open it. We are not into technology. Yet, we are quite advance with agriculture. We adapt into worlds quite easily as we grow to learn the world surrounding us. Within the other side of the covered entrance stood the most beautiful village I have ever seen in my opinion. Below the "Temple of Purity", stood a rather huge village in which represents the fundamentals of teachings of life and learning to fly. Most of the young people reside here to learn the many types of life within the world and the temple. This also signifies that they are growing up into fine people." Marge slowly closed her eyes, reminiscing the whole sequence. "Beyond the marble gates of the main city, there are many villages that are scattered around the terrain that is not made entirely out of cement. Each village is only a few distances apart due to the small area of our land. However, everything is prosperous and peaceful during our time there."

        Marge slowly closed the dusty book, putting its hard cover on the coffee table. "The land was beautiful and prosperous, but our main objective is not just mend the our homeland. Our main purpose of our existence is to protect those who are in need of help. These wings that we are gifted is the signature in which we are the most highly advance people that was created by God in which we are able to be the Guardians of this world. We will gladly give up our lives to protect those who God created as menders to keep the world intact from dying. It is our soul-blooded will to protect them, no matter what the odds our."

        "So, is that what explains why I'm acting to help others?" Serge asked.

        "You did gained the ability to help others from our genes, Serge, however, you brought upon yourself to be the person you are. We are powerful beings that actually sustain our true power from reaching its peak. If we let that power out to its limit, we would become ruthless and cold-hearted to a fault. The Shugotenshi taught us never to release the power if only we can handle it without turning to a person carving for power. So, in order to keep the personalities we love, we forcefully held our ground. Serge, you are quite different from the people from our homeland. You, with so much pain and happenings to your life, you manage to find the true power within yourself, without turning to a cold- hearted person. You remained as your caring and cute self and you were able to carry out that power because you love this world so much. It's hard to hate when you learned that this world is so lively and full of nice people deep within. It is a good thing that Chichiue taught you the rights and wrongs of life and how life is so enjoyable to live."

        "Chichiue…" said Serge, looking at the ground sadly.

        "He sensed that you would become the person you are today, becoming the son he dreamed of during his time of living. He loved you so much, Serge, that he would even go as far to protect you. He knew that this day would come when it is your turn to protect this world."

        Serge turned his head and looked out into the village. "How was he the only one to protect the world at the time, Hahaue? Isn't there any others who helped him?" asked Serge, turning to look at his mother's sad eyes.

        Sighing, Marge looked into his eyes. She could not bare the thought of that day when Wazuki have left this world due to his unknown incarnation of Fate. "Serge…when we lived in the "Holy Land," something happened that led to its destruction."

        Serge looked at his mother incredulously, eyes wide full of bewilderment. "D-destruction?"

        "Hai…our home was destroyed for no reason at all." Marge looked passed by Serge to the window. "It was only 1,000 years ago when the land was being attacked by the Demi-Human Clan."

        Kidd lifted her head off of Serge, eyes that show bewilderment in them. "T-the Demi-Humans?"

        "Yes, the Demi-Humans during the time were known to be the conceded clan in which they only think about is annihilate the whole human…no…to destroy any form of Human Beings anywhere. They were jealous and envious due to our advance capabilities in this world. And they loath us so much because the Humans pushed them aside as if they are scrap metal, even though some are not true. "

        The words that his mother has spoken soon turn to familiarization. The temple on a huge mesa, visions of an uncanny land engulfed within the raging fire, the death of an old man. Serge soon comprehended something he seen not too long ago. "…so…it's true. The vision that I had in Zeal…was actually a scene that was part of the "Holy Land's" destruction."

        "It was just a peaceful day 1000 years ago when the Shugotenshi soon sensed something of an evil presence coming forth quickly. The sky started to turn dark as our clan stopped in their process. With one quick glance of the sky and nature around us, we knew something was going on. Chichiue was one of the best warriors in our clan and was the right-hand assistant of the Shugotenshi. He heeded this warning and started to prepare everyone to evacuate the premises. He tried his best to bring people to safety, but the Demi-Humans, suddenly flying to our land, attacked it without any heed of reason. The Shugotenshi tried to stop the Demi-Human's Morale, yet it was no use. We were not prepared for this invasion, and everything within one day was engulfed in flames. Many people died as the Demi-humans attacked the men, women, and even children. They don't show any sympathy towards humans as they attacked us. I remembered that we resided into the Temple, asking the problem with this whole dilemma. Our Shugotenshi said that something went wrong. Something in their blind minds told them to attack us. Something about jealousy and envy due to our superiority and ability to fly. Something led them to us with the power to fly up and destroy us from out of nowhere to make their wishes come true. Soon, the Demi-Humans are advancing to the main city and we escaped as much as possible. But, overall, the majority, including the Shugotenshi, was full of causalities and only less people escaped with their wings…at least 6 of us… escaped from the land to the world below. Only 3 of us remained as we escaped. The other 3 were either lost in the storm or killed due to the stormy weather that was endured, as if…they were directly hit until that time. It was only me and your Chichiue who escaped and survived."

        "Who was the third person?" he asked, looking intently into his mother's eyes.

        "The third person…was…you, Serge."

        "What?!"

        "At that first month, you were born into this world before that very fated day came," admitted Marge.

        Serge's eyes once more became bewildered. "Then…that…means…"

        "Yes, segare, your actual age is 1018 years old," she said.

        "But how can that be possible?" asked Kidd, looking at Marge and Serge at the same time.

        "When we escaped on that day, we landed near the Divine Dragon Falls on a rainy day. We went into this cavern for shelter. From then, we concealed ourselves for 100 years until we reawakened in the year 1000. We have slept for 100 years without aging at all. Descending into the tropical fields, El Nido was beautiful and prosperous as today. We stumbled into Arni to be greeted by the chief leader, Radius. Your Chichiue and I spoke to Radius and the villagers of our identity. Radius knew about the legend of the Mitsukaians and he gladly let us live in Arni, promising that he and the villagers would keep our identity a secret from the rest of the world. And then, that's how your story starts from there, Saaji." Marge drew her eyes away from the window and stared intently into the Chrono Cross. Her mind soon clicked. "So you see, your whole adventure was mainly to find about yourself and gather the power needed to protect and save this world from Lynx's clutches. As Fate, he is defying God as we speak. He wanted to become God himself, trying to retrieve the very essence of our clan that was close to heaven." She pointed at the Chrono Cross. "The Chrono Cross is the very essence in which you hold in your hand, Serge."

        Serge grabbed the dangling relic and looked at its blue features. "You mean to tell me that-"

        "The Chrono Cross, Serge, is the very relic in which you are protecting our land from evil. You are not only the only Guardian of this world, but the caretaker of the Chrono Cross, our very essence in which it will open the Temple of our homeland."

        "Since your Chichiue was the right-hand apprentice of the Shugotenshi, he safe guarded the Chrono Cross due to the will that Shugotenshi have asked him to do before he sacrificed his life to lock the Temple for good. Once in El Nido, he separated the Chrono Cross into six parts. Two parts that would recreate the Chrono Cross, while the other 4 that would be the very keys to open the Temple of Purity. Until those times as we slept, many worshipers, known as the Dragonites, supposedly, were able to find the two known Dragon Tears, and able to put them in their own religion. Serge, you managed to restore the Chrono Cross without any heed of knowing your true self, and used it properly without learning the skills from books or teachings. You are the one who holds the key."

        Marge stood up from her seat. "Now, you know who you truly are. You and I are the only survivors of our land. The only ones with the "Ancient Blood" within our bodies. The path you choose right now determines the fate of all, segare. Your vision of the future will eventually come true. You must overcome this and destroy the evil that is trying to devour all of mankind. You, segare, are the only one who has the ability to stop the evil with the powers you obtained as the Chrono Trigger, and as the Winged Savior of this world. You must keep your father's will and dream by accepting who you are and your purpose in life." She smiled at him and stroked his warm cheek. "The Shugotenshi predicted your life in this world and your role as the only "Chosen One" capable to save this world's future and wield the very essence of our clan. I never knew that your life here have gone by so fast. You are my special child, and I want you to know that everything will be all right. As long as you keep your vision clear, you will achieve the goal you desire."

        "Hahaue…"

        "Pretty soon, the time will come when it is time for you to fight the evil. You will undergo a lot of pressure, but you will pull through," said Marge, ending the long conversation. "Get some rest, segare. Your mind will be clear if you sleep on it."

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        The clock started to tick and struck 12:00 when Serge went into his room for sleep. Kidd was asked to sit alone with Marge to discuss important matters. Once Serge closed the door lightly to his room after bidding good night to his mother, they stared at each other for a long moment.

        "So, Serge really is…1018 years old?" asked Kidd.

        "Yes, in the time of our homeland the least. In here, he is just 18 years old. But, in our aging system, 1018 years old is a pretty young age." Marge looked into Kidd's eyes to see the caring and loving eyes within them. "You care about my son deeply, correct?" asked Marge, changing the subject.

        "Yes, I do. Ever since we departed to our own lives on that last day. He always seems kind of lonely whenever I look at him. He's so dependable."

        "Well, that is my Serge for you. He is growing more and more like his father every day. No one can beat his kind heart. Whatever he does, he will always succeed it, even if it is failure. Yet now, he has a future to save, not only the people's dreams, not just the world's dreams, but the ones he love's dreams. He will try anything to keep those dreams going on."

        "But…do you think he will?" asked Kidd.

        "As long as he keeps his vision clear, he will. The most important reason is that I believe in him. I don't have any doubts in my mind but pure love and trust towards my son."

        She smiled, seeing that Marge really loved her only son so much. It is understandable to Kidd because he is the only one she has left in this world. And now, after she confessed her deep love towards Serge, he was the only one in her life that she could trust, besides Schala as the only one. "An angel…? Why didn't I know about it? Serge was there all this time that I didn't even notice. He was in front of my nose all this time and I didn't take any notice."

        "But you were there for him as well," said Marge.

        "What do you mean?" asked Kidd.

        Marge smiled. "You are still the same as 11 years ago when you rescued Serge from drowning."

        "Y-you…knew?"

        Serge's mother nodded. "I knew who you were when I first laid eyes on you. You don't quite remember what happened, but you knew that your actions triggered the time to be different. But without you, Serge wouldn't even find his way back." Slowly, Marge patted the back of Kidd's hand. "And I can't express how much I really appreciate for what you done for my boy. If he weren't alive, everything would be gone forever."

        Kidd nodded her head, suddenly melancholy after a thought struck her mind. "But…can a Mitsukaian…love a human?" she asked reluctantly.

        Marge simply laughed at her little foolish remark. "Kidd, Kidd, of course a Mitsukaian can fall in love with a human. It doesn't matter if the lineage has to be consisted of only Mitsukaian or Human. It only counts on their feelings like you and Serge. I guarantee that he would take care of you most of all. He loves you too much and if you two ever get married, I will gladly accept you as part of our family."

        Kidd blushed after the mentioning of their love going to the next step to forever. "T-thanks…I think." Marge laughed, seeing how Kidd is blushing.

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        "Okay, Kidd, have a good night!" said Marge after closing their two-hour conversation.

        "Good night, Marge," said Kidd, walking into Serge's room and closing it lightly. She turned around with a smile on her face. After the long hour talk with Serge's mother, she was quite comfortable to talk with her now that she got to know her and Serge's young life. Kidd couldn't help but laugh at some certain of his life that are quite hilarious to stop laughing from. Looking into Serge's drawer, she found comfortable long, baggy pants that she could wear as her nightwear.

        Taking off her skirt and over-shirt, she slipped into the pants with ease, only wearing her spaghetti-strap skimpy white shirt on. She looked into the mirror and took her ponytail down, letting her waist layered golden yellow hair down. She placed the pink ribbon on the desk, looking into the mirror to see any tangles. She started to brush her hair.

        A heavy sigh suddenly kept Kidd up on to her toes, as she listened to it through the night of the gusty winds. Slowly, she put the brush down, feeling a warmth from the direction of the winds. Kidd had a questioning look on her face as her foot started to move forward to the balcony that overlooks the beautiful ocean. Her heart started to pound swiftly and softly for no reason. Wonderment acknowledged her mind as she looked down to let her hand feel the heart's bumping movements. "Why is my heart like this?" she asked to herself, looking up once more to watch cautiously with her movements.

        A single white feather surprised her as it drifted just in front of her face. The light lumniscent feather drifted away from her sights to only sight a figure of an angelic young man, with his wings stretched forth. No matter how many times she looked at Serge and his wings, Kidd would always think that he is a handsome man. "Serge, what are ya doin' out here, mate?" asked Kidd, with a innocent smile on her face.

        The sweet, warm voice of his love's voice shocked Serge as his wings lightly flapped with his mood. She giggled in the background, knowing that she shook him beyond his toes. "Kidd, what is it?" he asked, turning his head to view Kidd's face.

        "I thought you were sleepin' by now," said Kidd, walking up to him.

        "I couldn't sleep," he said, whirling around to stand. He was only clad in his boxers as he meet her with a passionate hug. She hugged him back just as passionate, feeling his warmth penetrate her body.

        "Why?" she asked, releasing their hug to view his handsome face within the darkness mixed with the light from his wings.

        "I was thinking about what my mother said about this, while Hahaue and you talked," said Serge, turning away from Kidd to view the ocean. "I just couldn't believe…that all this time…that the whole adventures we've been through…were actually a practice for the real test of my true identity."

        Kidd could feel that he needs to be comforted for a while. Slowly, she walked up to him to and rung her arm around his, leaning her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes. "And now…it comes to this," he continued as he resumed to look into the ocean. "My identity is now visible in body and somehow, I became a lot stronger than I was before. Even though I am only 1018 years old, I still feel young. And back then, I was supposed to die in those times."

        "But, if it wasn't for those 100 years of sleep…you wouldn't of met me," she said with a positive attitude.

        The young Mitsukaian turned to his young lover fully, putting both of his hands gently on her shoulders to look into her cerulean eyes. His smile started to penetrate his face. "Yes…that is true. And …I'm happy that I fell in love with you. But…" His glowing eyes reverted to the ground below as his long blue bangs shadowed his face. "When I take this task that has been so long within me, what will happen to me?"

        "Serge…"

        "I'm worried…that I won't be able to see your face again," he said, looking at her eyes with melancholy within his own. "What if I die in the process to protect this world, what would become of you?"

        "Serge," she began as she leaned in to hug him. "No matter what happens Serge, I won't leave your side. Like I promised you," she said, stroking his soft, blue hair. "The power of love is stronger than anything, and I know that this power would never go away. Because we love each other so much that we don't even know it, the power is stronger as well." Serge looked questioningly at Kidd's eyes as he pulled her slowly from his warmth. "I guess what I am trying to say is that you have to believe in the power of love…Serge...just believe in our love…"

        Thus, with the words she spoken to him, Serge stared thoughtfully into her eyes, as he absorbed her unknowing words into his mind. Slowly, a smile once more started to come into his face and leaned in to give Kidd a passionate kiss. She gladly responded back as the winds picked up gently, surrounding the two lovers. After what seems like forever, Serge broke the kiss gently, opening his eyes to view Kidd once more, his lungs out of breath. She too opened her eyes and smiled, knowing that he understands her words, even though she thought it was confusing.

        Flapping his wings gently, they floated into the air, just a feet away from the floor. He slowly brought in Kidd to him, as he hugged her from behind, holding her slim waist as he gently sat on the railings of his balcony, leaning his head against her small, woman shoulders. "Aishiteru…Kidd," he said, kissing her gently on her cheek as he let his wings wrap around her.

        "Aishiteru too, Serge," she said as she leaned into him for a blissful rest, feeling that is ready to fall asleep in his arms, imitating his native language as she knew what it meant.

        They sat there, as he held his sleeping beauty in his arms as he watched the waves gently coming towards the rocks below him. He closed his eyes, feeling that her words have spoken true to his heart. He gently strokes her golden yellow hair, as she sighed a contented breath out of her mouth. The moon started to disappear into the horizon, as a brand new day started to come.    

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Chapter 26- The Legend of the Mitsukaians…

        I'm sorry if the ending sounds a bit too short, but I ran out of ideas until then. I hope you like this chapter that took too long. And for that, I am sorry. E-mail me at LilasianKidd11985@yahoo.com or LilAznKuti@mail.dpinoyweb.com if you have any questions. Until then, Ja Ne! ^_^

        Next Chapter 27- Power drainage…Holy Land needs to be found…