ch11: Remember

Oy the chap before was kind of unsettling. They didn't really clear the whole Marco's parents thing in the game, so I thought I'd make a twist...

(Who's 'they?')

Oh yeah.

Disclaimer:SEGA and Overworks own the game and Marco's parents(Glares at insane self. 'Happy now?')

(Much!)

And, I own the plot, and Jade130 owns the Phoenix.

Can you tell me what to what to write? I think I forgot. Surely you know it by now.

Oh yeah.

Cupil owns all.

And I'm choosing to ignore Knightblazer88, cause I can.

(By the flagpole on Crescent Isle...)

"Hey, Ramirez."

Ramirez turned around to see Fina. He blushed and turned back around and leaned against the fence. Fina joined him.

"You okay?"

Ramirez nodded. "Just thinking. I-"

Just then they both jumped as they heard two screams. They both whirled around and saw Aika and Marco very red and surprised. Aika clapped her hand over Marco's mouth and waved. "You didn't hear that!"

Ramirez grumbled. "Who didn't?"

Fina giggled and saw that Cupil was no longer floating around her head...

"AAAH!"

"Cupil! Stop that!

"CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL!!!!"

Ramirez' head vanished as Cupil engulfed it happily.

"MMfmffmfmfmfbmfdvbf!"

"Cu?"

Fina laughed. "He said that his head is not a cham."

Cupil gingerly opened his mouth and floated embarassingly to the ground and into a puddle.

Ramirez shook his head. "Does he always do that?"

"Yes."

He sighed and looked at the red moon. His new clothes suited him quite well, though the resmblance in the fabric was close to his Valuan uniform. He shudddered and closed his eyes.

Fina looked at him: blue t shirt, black pants, and an eyepatch he refused to wear stuck out of his pants pocket. She thought he didn't look comfortable in this new garment. Not quite so new, since he was adorned in it as soon as he regained conciousness a few days back. She turned back to the sleeping quarters and saw Marco talking to Aika. She smiled and noticed Ramirez looking in the direction of the silver moon. she backed away and headed toward her room. She stopped half way and whistled. Cupil closed his mouth and edged away from the back of Ramirez' head and followed his friend.

Vyse, being underground, had not heard the scream. He was in on the bridge, waiting for Kirala's signal to start the engine.

She waved. He grinned and spun the wheel. He nodded to Hans, who started the engine. Everyone cheered as the ship rose. Vyse steered it out of the cave.

Marco went to bed, seeing it was dark. He rested, thinking about his parents.

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"Marco?"

Marco sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He saw his dad looking at him, his eyes darting left and right.

"Dad? What's going on?"

His dad knelt beside his son. "Your mom and I-" he hesitated.

"Dad?"

"We stole food from Admiral Alfonso's ship. Don't ask how, but we did it for you." He smiled faintly.

Marco coughed and saw the loaf of bread and an egg. He was sick with the plague that was travelling through Lower City Valua at a quick pace. "Dad, you know the punishment for stealing-"

"Yes, I do. We both do."

"Mom helped you?"

"Yes, son. Some guard found out and is searching Lower City-"

"Dad! You didn't have to do it for me! You're going to be excecuted in the Coliseum!"

His grin fell. "I know. But you are sick, and-"

"Who's talking?" came the sharp voice above the sewer cap. Marco's dad quietly led Marco deeper in the sewer, where their home was. In the shadows far away from the ladder, Marco stopped. "Dad, this is wrong."

"I know, son, but-"

A flashlight hit his dad. Marco's dad let go of him and mouthed "Head further on. dont worry about me." Then the guard took him away.

Marco shuddered and saw a few mice. He coughed and remembered the bread. He ripped the edge off. The color was so milky, it was odd. He never saw white bread, much less touched it and eaten it. He carefully put a small bit in his mouth. It melted on his tongue and his stomach felt less empty. He rationed it for the next few days.

One week after his father left, Marco headed up the ladder into Lower City. He saw a girl about his age and came up to her. She was crying.

"Hello?"

The girl whipped around. "Marco! What are you doing out in the open?"

"Huh?"

The girl grabbed his arm and wrenched him into her house. She hissed at him. "The Royal Guards are after you. You need to hide."

Marco was confused. "But why?"

The girls sighed, but her iron grip stayed firm. "You parents escaped. "

"WHAT?!"

She slapped him and hissed. "Don't yell. The guards are outside as we speak."

"Sorry. How did my parents escape?"

The girl didn't look at him. "No one knows. They stole a ship and tried to head out the Grand Fortress." She bit her lip.

Marco turned pale. "You mean...they're not alive?"

"I'm sorry, Marco, no."

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Marco sighed and tried to sleep. So they left Aika alone because they didn't want a girl, he thought bitterly. They couldn't return for me, so they tried to go out to find Aika, but they failed.

They couldn't rescue either of their children.

But look where they lie now.

Marco turned over and slept.

Aika brushed her hair and shook it out. She looked out the window at the red moon.

So, I told Marco about my past, and he me, she thought. What next? Do I tell anybody?

Aika lied down and tried to sleep. She was lucky that she wasn't born in Lower City. According to Marco, the girl that told him his parents were dead had caught the plague from him and died the next day. Apparently, the disease was far more deadly to girls rather than boys.

She sighed and fell asleep.

Vyse turned the Phoenix around and headed back toward Crescent Isle. So far, it worked great and was working beautifully. He docked it and checked the rooms.

Everyone was asleep, except for Ramirez, who wasn't in his room.

Vyse sighed and saw Ramirez by the flagpole. He headed there.

"Vyse. Stop."

He stepped back. For the first time he saw a silver light emanating from him. Vyse stepped back too and saw what frightened him.

Ramirez turned around, but his face was not his.

It was Galcian's.

(A Looper's face!)

NO, Galcian's. Shut up.

(I want a Looper's face on him!)

That's the other story.

(They are called fics.)

Shut...up...

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