Author's Note: Kee, of course I give you chapter telling what Vahn thinks of Gi. This ficcie may be short all in all, because I deleted my crappy file up to Nivora Ravine and I'm stuck on the silver-haired Songi. x__x DIE, SONGI~
Would you accept the love of a hero?
Maybe since the first time I saw you when you challenged us at the Shadow Gate, I was determined to see you again. Noa told me I was acting like a Seru in the Mist with hormones gone all wrong, but so is she. Gala hasn't said a word about it because he isn't experiencing this problem. Oh no, he's gone through that already.
And in the middle of all this, we are two trios -- we fight against the Mist with our Ra-Seru, and you fight for the Mist with powerful Seru. I wonder how I ever came to love you in these harsh conditions.
I wonder how I came to love you at all, Gi.
Up until you crashed the party, never would I have been curious as to how the body of another male felt in my arms, or how you would take it. We're mortal enemies ... is that what we are? Even if we were friends, you wouldn't take it so nicely if I let it all spill to you. The strangest thing is that you haven't cleaved off my head by now, and of course I haven't touched you at all. That's a good thing ... and a bad thing. Stop giving me these clues that maybe you don't hate me after all. That maybe there's something between us and not such thick, palpable hate. I know that there's a feeling inside of me waiting to be released that'll kill me if it stays inside.
It's a pity you can't be here in this lonely room with me to keep my insides from crashing on top of each other ... right here beside me in this cold and empty bed.
Meta told me I'm not wrong ... that I shouldn't hold it in.
So I won't -- I'll wait until we meet again.
* * * *
"Oh no, Gaza~!"
Noa stood flailing her bruised and bloody arms at the nearly-dead elderly man who had once been attached to the Sim-Seru. Gala was barely conscious and kneeled on the ground, while Vahn was standing with a slight sway and his vision sliding in and out of working order. He limped over to Gala and held his right arm out, where the teal gem embedded within of Meta gleamed proudly and out flew the Vera creature he had assimilated. In a burst of light wind and energy, the Vera healed Gala and brought him to his feet. "Thank you, Vahn," he said with a nod. They turned their attention to the Genesis Tree, where Noa had already dragged the downed Gaza. She was bent on saving him, putting his priorities first. "We have to save him by reviving the Genesis Tree!" she cried, flailing.
Vahn walked first to the tree and, his vision blurring and his mind reeling in sharp circles, he placed his right arm on it with all of his body weight. Noa approached it from another side and placed her left hand on it, and finally Gala put his right hand on the trunk. The areas beneath their hands glowed according to the colors of the Ra-Seru calling out to them, and the colors rushed from the tree to the air in three balls of light that zoomed around the basement before going back into the tree. Beams of light shot in all directions, and a circle formed at the base. A light also covered Gaza as the Genesis Tree began to expand and become revived from the hopeless-looking thing it had once been. A column burst through the opening all the way up the tower and engulfed the weary heroes.
When the light died down, Gaza was gone and the Mist had been cleared from the tower and the small area surrounding it. Their arms felt heavier and stronger, now that their Ra-Seru had been boosted another level.
But of course, that surge of power and feeling of absolute control had soon died down in the night, where the whole entire Sol Tower was jumping with life. Gala was most likely at the top with the group of Biron Monks, contributing to the party that they were holding. Noa was definetely in the dance club tearing it up with her defended Dancing Queen title. With nowhere to go, and not planning to spend his evening inside of their room in the inn, Vahn sat up slowly and shuffled out of the room.
Why did he have to be so troubled like this? He was normally the strong and silent type, but even Gala saw that he had been pulling away from a social life and brooding in whatever room they were staying in. It was all -his- fault, making his stupid appearance and trying to stop their mission ... why did Gi have to stand in the way? Why couldn't he just be on -their- side?
*Damn you, Gi ... damn your beautiful self to hell...*
Meta, who was very high in spirits, was laughing at him.
He walked a few flights down to the unmistakable doorway where a few scantily-clad young women were hanging by the railing, and lights of every color were blaring from the inside of the club and onto the floor outside. The women giggled and cooed as he descended by the steps, batting their eyelashes at him. For the disturbing thoughts he had just pulled out of, he didn't feel up to even cracking a friendly smile at them. He could only feel horrible as, out of the corner of his eye, he watched their lit expressions flicker and fade into sadness.
He slid into the club and walked down the short corridor, where the doors were wide open and all sorts of strobe lights were twirling around the club and illuminating his downcast face. Up on the flashing stage, Noa was dancing unstoppably alongside two other women. She was twirling and and jumping among pillars of cool fog that seeped down from the ceiling onto the packed dance floor, her every move caught in a different color. And there on the other side stood Vahn, who shoved his hands in his pockets and tried to make his way to a corner. It was no use -- he was being bumped left and right by swaying bodies coated in a glimmering sheen of sweat.
"Hey, Vahn!" one of the dancers called out, failing to stop moving. "Come dance with us!" She also failed to see that he was collaping in his own little corner, mentally and physically exhausted. "No thanks, I think I'll sit this one out," he replied. It was rather hard to have your voice fully heard over about six speakers blasting pumped techno music with enough volume and bass to blow your brains out one ear.
*Tut, tut, Vahn -- just sitting in dreamland won't help you pull out of this odd depression, now will it? Get up and dance!*
For a powerful Ra-Seru, Meta was becoming very annoying tonight. Though he was right, but didn't understand the lazy pain that was weighing his body down, he pushed himself to his feet minutes later and navigated smartly to the middle of the crowd to where some of his biggest fans were: young men and women of wildly-coloured hair who couldn't thank him enough for saving Sol from the Mist. Hearing a cheerful chorus of "Hey Vahn!" attacking from all sides, and a few hips grinded to his that made him begin to move.
Now, if only he had put a little effort into moving his body and meshing bodies with whoever was nearest him, Vahn could have been a wonderful dancer. If Meta could assume human form, he would have hip-thrusted Vahn right into a wall and egged him on into dancing. "Gi wouldn't want you to be miserable like this" would be his answer, and again he was right. Blinking his glazed chocolate eyes out of their trance, he tried to smile and dance like a normal human being.
The Mist here was gone, everybody was partying like there was no tomorrow, happiness ran rampant, and they were going to take a small break before progressing on towards their next destination, Uru Mais ... what could possibly be wrong?
Everything could be wrong.
Someplace far away where the very tip of Sol Tower could be seen, the Floating Castle was drifting like a lazy shadow in the midnight darkness over its next region, spewing poisonous Mist out. Out of a tiny window there, Gi was peering at the tower with deepest sorrow. The Mist there had suddenly been cleared out and the Genesis Tree was revived ... Vahn was there.
Vahn was everywhere he looked.
Would you accept the love of a hero?
Maybe since the first time I saw you when you challenged us at the Shadow Gate, I was determined to see you again. Noa told me I was acting like a Seru in the Mist with hormones gone all wrong, but so is she. Gala hasn't said a word about it because he isn't experiencing this problem. Oh no, he's gone through that already.
And in the middle of all this, we are two trios -- we fight against the Mist with our Ra-Seru, and you fight for the Mist with powerful Seru. I wonder how I ever came to love you in these harsh conditions.
I wonder how I came to love you at all, Gi.
Up until you crashed the party, never would I have been curious as to how the body of another male felt in my arms, or how you would take it. We're mortal enemies ... is that what we are? Even if we were friends, you wouldn't take it so nicely if I let it all spill to you. The strangest thing is that you haven't cleaved off my head by now, and of course I haven't touched you at all. That's a good thing ... and a bad thing. Stop giving me these clues that maybe you don't hate me after all. That maybe there's something between us and not such thick, palpable hate. I know that there's a feeling inside of me waiting to be released that'll kill me if it stays inside.
It's a pity you can't be here in this lonely room with me to keep my insides from crashing on top of each other ... right here beside me in this cold and empty bed.
Meta told me I'm not wrong ... that I shouldn't hold it in.
So I won't -- I'll wait until we meet again.
* * * *
"Oh no, Gaza~!"
Noa stood flailing her bruised and bloody arms at the nearly-dead elderly man who had once been attached to the Sim-Seru. Gala was barely conscious and kneeled on the ground, while Vahn was standing with a slight sway and his vision sliding in and out of working order. He limped over to Gala and held his right arm out, where the teal gem embedded within of Meta gleamed proudly and out flew the Vera creature he had assimilated. In a burst of light wind and energy, the Vera healed Gala and brought him to his feet. "Thank you, Vahn," he said with a nod. They turned their attention to the Genesis Tree, where Noa had already dragged the downed Gaza. She was bent on saving him, putting his priorities first. "We have to save him by reviving the Genesis Tree!" she cried, flailing.
Vahn walked first to the tree and, his vision blurring and his mind reeling in sharp circles, he placed his right arm on it with all of his body weight. Noa approached it from another side and placed her left hand on it, and finally Gala put his right hand on the trunk. The areas beneath their hands glowed according to the colors of the Ra-Seru calling out to them, and the colors rushed from the tree to the air in three balls of light that zoomed around the basement before going back into the tree. Beams of light shot in all directions, and a circle formed at the base. A light also covered Gaza as the Genesis Tree began to expand and become revived from the hopeless-looking thing it had once been. A column burst through the opening all the way up the tower and engulfed the weary heroes.
When the light died down, Gaza was gone and the Mist had been cleared from the tower and the small area surrounding it. Their arms felt heavier and stronger, now that their Ra-Seru had been boosted another level.
But of course, that surge of power and feeling of absolute control had soon died down in the night, where the whole entire Sol Tower was jumping with life. Gala was most likely at the top with the group of Biron Monks, contributing to the party that they were holding. Noa was definetely in the dance club tearing it up with her defended Dancing Queen title. With nowhere to go, and not planning to spend his evening inside of their room in the inn, Vahn sat up slowly and shuffled out of the room.
Why did he have to be so troubled like this? He was normally the strong and silent type, but even Gala saw that he had been pulling away from a social life and brooding in whatever room they were staying in. It was all -his- fault, making his stupid appearance and trying to stop their mission ... why did Gi have to stand in the way? Why couldn't he just be on -their- side?
*Damn you, Gi ... damn your beautiful self to hell...*
Meta, who was very high in spirits, was laughing at him.
He walked a few flights down to the unmistakable doorway where a few scantily-clad young women were hanging by the railing, and lights of every color were blaring from the inside of the club and onto the floor outside. The women giggled and cooed as he descended by the steps, batting their eyelashes at him. For the disturbing thoughts he had just pulled out of, he didn't feel up to even cracking a friendly smile at them. He could only feel horrible as, out of the corner of his eye, he watched their lit expressions flicker and fade into sadness.
He slid into the club and walked down the short corridor, where the doors were wide open and all sorts of strobe lights were twirling around the club and illuminating his downcast face. Up on the flashing stage, Noa was dancing unstoppably alongside two other women. She was twirling and and jumping among pillars of cool fog that seeped down from the ceiling onto the packed dance floor, her every move caught in a different color. And there on the other side stood Vahn, who shoved his hands in his pockets and tried to make his way to a corner. It was no use -- he was being bumped left and right by swaying bodies coated in a glimmering sheen of sweat.
"Hey, Vahn!" one of the dancers called out, failing to stop moving. "Come dance with us!" She also failed to see that he was collaping in his own little corner, mentally and physically exhausted. "No thanks, I think I'll sit this one out," he replied. It was rather hard to have your voice fully heard over about six speakers blasting pumped techno music with enough volume and bass to blow your brains out one ear.
*Tut, tut, Vahn -- just sitting in dreamland won't help you pull out of this odd depression, now will it? Get up and dance!*
For a powerful Ra-Seru, Meta was becoming very annoying tonight. Though he was right, but didn't understand the lazy pain that was weighing his body down, he pushed himself to his feet minutes later and navigated smartly to the middle of the crowd to where some of his biggest fans were: young men and women of wildly-coloured hair who couldn't thank him enough for saving Sol from the Mist. Hearing a cheerful chorus of "Hey Vahn!" attacking from all sides, and a few hips grinded to his that made him begin to move.
Now, if only he had put a little effort into moving his body and meshing bodies with whoever was nearest him, Vahn could have been a wonderful dancer. If Meta could assume human form, he would have hip-thrusted Vahn right into a wall and egged him on into dancing. "Gi wouldn't want you to be miserable like this" would be his answer, and again he was right. Blinking his glazed chocolate eyes out of their trance, he tried to smile and dance like a normal human being.
The Mist here was gone, everybody was partying like there was no tomorrow, happiness ran rampant, and they were going to take a small break before progressing on towards their next destination, Uru Mais ... what could possibly be wrong?
Everything could be wrong.
Someplace far away where the very tip of Sol Tower could be seen, the Floating Castle was drifting like a lazy shadow in the midnight darkness over its next region, spewing poisonous Mist out. Out of a tiny window there, Gi was peering at the tower with deepest sorrow. The Mist there had suddenly been cleared out and the Genesis Tree was revived ... Vahn was there.
Vahn was everywhere he looked.
