This is a Yaoi Chrono Cross fiction. The main pairing is Nikki/Serge.
Anyway Enjoy!
As much I as wish I could own the beautiful characters from Chrono Cross
they are not mine and never will be, they belong to Square Soft for all
eternity.
The Silent Protagonist
Part I
Charisma
Serge was the type of character one was drawn to. He had an unnaturally high charisma that is if you weren't drawn to him from his looks alone. He was an average sized island boy with the outlines of smooth muscles, probably from fishing or paddling a boat, or from using that sea swallow to beat up monsters that happened in his path. His hair was deep cerulean; cerulean that rivaled the waves with its carefree attitude. Those eyes of his, they could draw a person in. They were the most beautiful eyes in the world, well all the worlds. His eyes were wide and slightly slanted, deep tourmaline that reflected the every movement of the ocean in them, and was framed by dark lashes making him appear mysterious. His skin, oh but how I longed to touch it. The sun kissed complexion looked so smooth. Of course he was a little battle scarred, but that was to be expected from some one like him.
Serge was also the strong silent type. He never said anything unless it needed to be said. Whenever he did speak his voice was always soft and composed. Despite his silence there was something about him that drew me and I suppose the others to him. His mind and heart always seemed open, as he welcomed new members quietly, but most willingly. Serge also seemed very innocent. He fought battle with all his heart and most of the time his decisions were governed solely on what he felt in his heart. I watched him a great deal now that I was part of his group. I would never understand while he always chose me to go into battle with him. It wasn't like my physical attacks were that powerful; I suppose it was because I had agility and some pretty powerful elements. In any case I was always willing to be in battle next to him. Like I said, he drew me with his presence.
I refrained from expressing such feelings. I bet it was just an infatuation with beauty. Besides he seemed to favor Kid over everybody. What would he say to me liking him? Probably nothing. He'd most likely frown and then walk away. I suppose that would be better than him saying something though. So yet again, here I am standing in the crow's nest at midnight watching him practice because he can't sleep. That black shirt he wears clings tightly to his body like dragon scales. I wish that I didn't have to just admire him from afar. I sighed and moved my mess of red bangs from my face. Serge was a force to be reckoned with, and I don't just mean in the battle way either. His body was damned erotic to look at and he for all anyone knew was completely oblivious to his assets. I sighed loudly and accidentally not wanting Serge to know that I was watching him, but too late now. His acute senses picked up on me and he turned.
"Nikki?" He questioned softly so that I scarcely heard him.
I gazed at him for what seemed like an eternity. He was so beautiful under the full moon light. His lightly golden skin seemed creamy under the luminescence and his eyes were shining more radiant than the stars. He almost seemed uncomfortable with me looking at him, like he was afraid of me. Was it possible that he knew how I felt?
"Yeah Serge it's me. Just trying to get some inspiration for another song." I sighed and climbed down from the crow's nest. Serge's eyes were on me. He stepped back as I walked toward him. "What are you doing out here, well aside from practicing again?" I sighed and stood in my normal battle stance tapping my foot. "Can't sleep again?" He nodded his eyes falling to the ground. "Maybe I should sing you a lullaby," I chuckled.
I saw a brief smile light his face. He looked incredible right now. The moon behind him caused his eyes to glow like fireflies. I knew I was going to regret what I was about to do, but I don't think I'd ever get another chance. I placed my hands on his shoulders massaging gently before lowering my lips to his. Oh those lips felt exquisite. Soft and silky smooth. Serge seemed surprised as his lips were parted slightly. He, I supposed put his hands on my chest to push me away, so I stopped and turned away from him. I just couldn't help myself, he looked so sexual yet so aesthetic there under the lumination. I started humming one of my songs, "The Wind the Stars and the Sea". I heard Serge step closer to me as if he was wondering what I was doing.
"I said I'd sing you a lullaby." I said softly before humming again. I kept looking straight ahead and not at him.
"Nikki." he whispered before I heard the scuffling of boots behind me.
Naturally I thought that Serge was walking away from me. Maybe that was best. He probably wanted, no, needed proper attention. Serge was not one to let his feelings show, nor was he one to hurt feelings either. I was so caught up in my thinking that I did not feel him touch my shoulder until he almost playfully slapped my back with one of my leather straps. The tough material thwapped hard against the bare flesh leaving a welt. I turned to him slightly startled. Serge gave me a small smile and hugged me around the waist. That action I didn't expect. Slowly I relaxed as I realized, he was doing something that I wanted, but yet it wasn't what I wanted. This hug felt more comforting and friendly than the way I'd dreamed of him hugging me. It seemed like he didn't care that I had kissed him, but that it in fact had made him feel better. However, this hug also seemed to tell me that we were still just friends. I suppose in a way it made me feel better too. He was so open and accepting that he wouldn't judge me for that. I wanted just to hold him close to my body forever. I didn't want him to find his way back home. I was selfish and wanted to keep him all for myself. Alas, my reverie was broken when the sound of his preferred called out looking for him. I quickly let him go and swiftly retreated to the crow's nest.
Nikki never knew how much that simple kiss meant to me. I needed it. Nikki drew all types of fans, and I supposed after being with him in battle and sneaking about to hear him practice, I was a fan of him too. Nikki seemed so untouchable, yet at the same time so emotional. I'd watched him many times before, so confident in battle tapping his foot as if he was bored, then ripping streams of chords out on his guitar and moving to his music. I wondered why Nikki always seemed to keep a poker face. He smiled for swooning women and men when they happened by, but it was one of those stage smiles. The type of smile that if one knew the person, they could tell it was fake.
I watched Nikki's retreating back. I was confused about my thoughts and feelings about him. Part of me wanted to stay in his arms and the other part wanted to turn and run, run to Kid. I suppose I did show her preference. She had saved me and in this world was the first to see me not as a ghost or some other accursed. She knew me and thought nothing of it. Then there was Nikki. As of late he seemed to be more worried about me. I noticed that he didn't sleep very much and a deal of the time was spent with him in an empty place away from every one idly strumming chords. He always used the excuse that he was getting inspiration.
"Oi! Serge, what're ya doin' up this late?" She pushed me in the shoulder. "Ya need ta rest. Ya startin' ta look like a skeleton." She started to push me toward the stairwell leading down under the deck.
I simply nodded then looked back up at the crow's nest where Nikki was sitting. He was slouched over his knees seemingly asleep. I studied him for a minute. Nikki was probably more beautiful than any girl I'd met. Yes even Kid. I didn't consider her beautiful, more of cute in a rough way. Nikki was beautiful. He had a slender feminine figure with soft curves and long legs and arms. I bet most women would kill for a figure like his. His hair was nice too. Crimson and ebony tress that were always perfect even when wind blown. Skin was pale and milky, like moonlight. I gave Nikki's slumped form one last look before ducking under the deck.
I tried to sleep but had no such luck. The nightmares from when I was a child kept coming back to me. Again I awoke uneasily. My heart was pounding. I looked around the room to see if anybody had awoken from me making racket. Everyone appeared to be sleeping. Then my eyes fell on an empty bed. Nikki's bed. He must not have come down from the deck. I sighed as I walked back onto the deck. My eyes scanned the dark twilight looking for the bard. I found no sign of him. I felt genuinely worried about him. Something seemed to have been bothering him recently. I hoped to all the dragon gods that he had not jumped. I don't think I could take it if one of the crew just committed suicide, and especially if it was some one like him that was loved by so many. I walked to the edge of the boat to look for any sign of him. What I saw was an immensely erotic picture. Nikki was standing on the little boat dock completely nude. His body was dripping with ocean water making his soft muscles gleam and his dark hair to stick to his neck. The droplets rolled sensuously down his body. I watched as he stretched. He shook that mane of fiery locks free of the offending water droplets. I couldn't help but stare at him. This confused me even more. Of course I saw Nikki as a beautiful person, but to have thoughts about him like this? It was a dilemma that I was not ready to face yet. As I turned to walk away from the sight I failed to notice a mischievous piece of rope. My fall was quite comical as I landed face first on the deck with a loud thud and my legs tangled in the ropes.
I could hear Nikki gasp and then shift about. Quickly I tried to untangle my legs from the twisted braids, but found it exceedingly difficult. I heard soft footfalls behind me and struggled even more. A soft sigh and then slender fingers touching my leg calmed my frenzied actions. Nikki untied my feet with a soft chuckle. His hands deftly touched my ankles sending tingles throughout my whole body.
"Eh fearless leader you should be sleeping, not wrestling with ropes." Nikki finish the last rope. "Are you ok?" he asked with concern lacing his voice.
I turned to him and brushed myself off nodding quietly. I stared at the wood of the deck trying to ignore Nikki's amethyst eyes. He knelt completely in front of me.
"Serge why don't you tell me about these nightmares. It's dangerous to keep all these feelings inside. Your gonna kill yourself." He tipped my chin up. "That would not be rockin' if you did." Nikki grinned at me.
He seemed to have forgotten what he did earlier. I touched my lips remembering the way his felt on mine. That dream was so terrible. If Nikki hadn't been there I probably would've started to cry. That nightmare was the same every night. It was almost as scary as being in Lynx's body. That cinched it. I thought of how alone I felt in Lynx's body, how scared I was watching my body with my friends attacking me. I collapsed into Nikki and cried. It was embarrassing to show such a weakness, especially to Nikki because he was so indifferent. I felt his arms surround me in a comforting hug. I suppose that Nikki was startled by my sudden display, but he showed no signs of it.
"Serge."
I felt his hand come up to caress the back of my head. I looked up just to see his face lowering to mine. A soft mouth slanted against my sob- dried mouth as his lips came in contact with mine again. His kiss surprised me, but I devoured it. I needed him right now more than anything. His lips on mine made me feel and know that I wasn't alone.
A/N: All right, this is my first Chrono Cross fic. I wish there were more CC fics. It's so hard to find them. Anyway this is also my first attempt at first person so yeah, I welcome constructive criticism, not flames, well not that I really care about flames, they're always good for a laugh. Anyways, give me some input on how I did. There will be more chapters.
Anyway Enjoy!
As much I as wish I could own the beautiful characters from Chrono Cross
they are not mine and never will be, they belong to Square Soft for all
eternity.
The Silent Protagonist
Part I
Charisma
Serge was the type of character one was drawn to. He had an unnaturally high charisma that is if you weren't drawn to him from his looks alone. He was an average sized island boy with the outlines of smooth muscles, probably from fishing or paddling a boat, or from using that sea swallow to beat up monsters that happened in his path. His hair was deep cerulean; cerulean that rivaled the waves with its carefree attitude. Those eyes of his, they could draw a person in. They were the most beautiful eyes in the world, well all the worlds. His eyes were wide and slightly slanted, deep tourmaline that reflected the every movement of the ocean in them, and was framed by dark lashes making him appear mysterious. His skin, oh but how I longed to touch it. The sun kissed complexion looked so smooth. Of course he was a little battle scarred, but that was to be expected from some one like him.
Serge was also the strong silent type. He never said anything unless it needed to be said. Whenever he did speak his voice was always soft and composed. Despite his silence there was something about him that drew me and I suppose the others to him. His mind and heart always seemed open, as he welcomed new members quietly, but most willingly. Serge also seemed very innocent. He fought battle with all his heart and most of the time his decisions were governed solely on what he felt in his heart. I watched him a great deal now that I was part of his group. I would never understand while he always chose me to go into battle with him. It wasn't like my physical attacks were that powerful; I suppose it was because I had agility and some pretty powerful elements. In any case I was always willing to be in battle next to him. Like I said, he drew me with his presence.
I refrained from expressing such feelings. I bet it was just an infatuation with beauty. Besides he seemed to favor Kid over everybody. What would he say to me liking him? Probably nothing. He'd most likely frown and then walk away. I suppose that would be better than him saying something though. So yet again, here I am standing in the crow's nest at midnight watching him practice because he can't sleep. That black shirt he wears clings tightly to his body like dragon scales. I wish that I didn't have to just admire him from afar. I sighed and moved my mess of red bangs from my face. Serge was a force to be reckoned with, and I don't just mean in the battle way either. His body was damned erotic to look at and he for all anyone knew was completely oblivious to his assets. I sighed loudly and accidentally not wanting Serge to know that I was watching him, but too late now. His acute senses picked up on me and he turned.
"Nikki?" He questioned softly so that I scarcely heard him.
I gazed at him for what seemed like an eternity. He was so beautiful under the full moon light. His lightly golden skin seemed creamy under the luminescence and his eyes were shining more radiant than the stars. He almost seemed uncomfortable with me looking at him, like he was afraid of me. Was it possible that he knew how I felt?
"Yeah Serge it's me. Just trying to get some inspiration for another song." I sighed and climbed down from the crow's nest. Serge's eyes were on me. He stepped back as I walked toward him. "What are you doing out here, well aside from practicing again?" I sighed and stood in my normal battle stance tapping my foot. "Can't sleep again?" He nodded his eyes falling to the ground. "Maybe I should sing you a lullaby," I chuckled.
I saw a brief smile light his face. He looked incredible right now. The moon behind him caused his eyes to glow like fireflies. I knew I was going to regret what I was about to do, but I don't think I'd ever get another chance. I placed my hands on his shoulders massaging gently before lowering my lips to his. Oh those lips felt exquisite. Soft and silky smooth. Serge seemed surprised as his lips were parted slightly. He, I supposed put his hands on my chest to push me away, so I stopped and turned away from him. I just couldn't help myself, he looked so sexual yet so aesthetic there under the lumination. I started humming one of my songs, "The Wind the Stars and the Sea". I heard Serge step closer to me as if he was wondering what I was doing.
"I said I'd sing you a lullaby." I said softly before humming again. I kept looking straight ahead and not at him.
"Nikki." he whispered before I heard the scuffling of boots behind me.
Naturally I thought that Serge was walking away from me. Maybe that was best. He probably wanted, no, needed proper attention. Serge was not one to let his feelings show, nor was he one to hurt feelings either. I was so caught up in my thinking that I did not feel him touch my shoulder until he almost playfully slapped my back with one of my leather straps. The tough material thwapped hard against the bare flesh leaving a welt. I turned to him slightly startled. Serge gave me a small smile and hugged me around the waist. That action I didn't expect. Slowly I relaxed as I realized, he was doing something that I wanted, but yet it wasn't what I wanted. This hug felt more comforting and friendly than the way I'd dreamed of him hugging me. It seemed like he didn't care that I had kissed him, but that it in fact had made him feel better. However, this hug also seemed to tell me that we were still just friends. I suppose in a way it made me feel better too. He was so open and accepting that he wouldn't judge me for that. I wanted just to hold him close to my body forever. I didn't want him to find his way back home. I was selfish and wanted to keep him all for myself. Alas, my reverie was broken when the sound of his preferred called out looking for him. I quickly let him go and swiftly retreated to the crow's nest.
Nikki never knew how much that simple kiss meant to me. I needed it. Nikki drew all types of fans, and I supposed after being with him in battle and sneaking about to hear him practice, I was a fan of him too. Nikki seemed so untouchable, yet at the same time so emotional. I'd watched him many times before, so confident in battle tapping his foot as if he was bored, then ripping streams of chords out on his guitar and moving to his music. I wondered why Nikki always seemed to keep a poker face. He smiled for swooning women and men when they happened by, but it was one of those stage smiles. The type of smile that if one knew the person, they could tell it was fake.
I watched Nikki's retreating back. I was confused about my thoughts and feelings about him. Part of me wanted to stay in his arms and the other part wanted to turn and run, run to Kid. I suppose I did show her preference. She had saved me and in this world was the first to see me not as a ghost or some other accursed. She knew me and thought nothing of it. Then there was Nikki. As of late he seemed to be more worried about me. I noticed that he didn't sleep very much and a deal of the time was spent with him in an empty place away from every one idly strumming chords. He always used the excuse that he was getting inspiration.
"Oi! Serge, what're ya doin' up this late?" She pushed me in the shoulder. "Ya need ta rest. Ya startin' ta look like a skeleton." She started to push me toward the stairwell leading down under the deck.
I simply nodded then looked back up at the crow's nest where Nikki was sitting. He was slouched over his knees seemingly asleep. I studied him for a minute. Nikki was probably more beautiful than any girl I'd met. Yes even Kid. I didn't consider her beautiful, more of cute in a rough way. Nikki was beautiful. He had a slender feminine figure with soft curves and long legs and arms. I bet most women would kill for a figure like his. His hair was nice too. Crimson and ebony tress that were always perfect even when wind blown. Skin was pale and milky, like moonlight. I gave Nikki's slumped form one last look before ducking under the deck.
I tried to sleep but had no such luck. The nightmares from when I was a child kept coming back to me. Again I awoke uneasily. My heart was pounding. I looked around the room to see if anybody had awoken from me making racket. Everyone appeared to be sleeping. Then my eyes fell on an empty bed. Nikki's bed. He must not have come down from the deck. I sighed as I walked back onto the deck. My eyes scanned the dark twilight looking for the bard. I found no sign of him. I felt genuinely worried about him. Something seemed to have been bothering him recently. I hoped to all the dragon gods that he had not jumped. I don't think I could take it if one of the crew just committed suicide, and especially if it was some one like him that was loved by so many. I walked to the edge of the boat to look for any sign of him. What I saw was an immensely erotic picture. Nikki was standing on the little boat dock completely nude. His body was dripping with ocean water making his soft muscles gleam and his dark hair to stick to his neck. The droplets rolled sensuously down his body. I watched as he stretched. He shook that mane of fiery locks free of the offending water droplets. I couldn't help but stare at him. This confused me even more. Of course I saw Nikki as a beautiful person, but to have thoughts about him like this? It was a dilemma that I was not ready to face yet. As I turned to walk away from the sight I failed to notice a mischievous piece of rope. My fall was quite comical as I landed face first on the deck with a loud thud and my legs tangled in the ropes.
I could hear Nikki gasp and then shift about. Quickly I tried to untangle my legs from the twisted braids, but found it exceedingly difficult. I heard soft footfalls behind me and struggled even more. A soft sigh and then slender fingers touching my leg calmed my frenzied actions. Nikki untied my feet with a soft chuckle. His hands deftly touched my ankles sending tingles throughout my whole body.
"Eh fearless leader you should be sleeping, not wrestling with ropes." Nikki finish the last rope. "Are you ok?" he asked with concern lacing his voice.
I turned to him and brushed myself off nodding quietly. I stared at the wood of the deck trying to ignore Nikki's amethyst eyes. He knelt completely in front of me.
"Serge why don't you tell me about these nightmares. It's dangerous to keep all these feelings inside. Your gonna kill yourself." He tipped my chin up. "That would not be rockin' if you did." Nikki grinned at me.
He seemed to have forgotten what he did earlier. I touched my lips remembering the way his felt on mine. That dream was so terrible. If Nikki hadn't been there I probably would've started to cry. That nightmare was the same every night. It was almost as scary as being in Lynx's body. That cinched it. I thought of how alone I felt in Lynx's body, how scared I was watching my body with my friends attacking me. I collapsed into Nikki and cried. It was embarrassing to show such a weakness, especially to Nikki because he was so indifferent. I felt his arms surround me in a comforting hug. I suppose that Nikki was startled by my sudden display, but he showed no signs of it.
"Serge."
I felt his hand come up to caress the back of my head. I looked up just to see his face lowering to mine. A soft mouth slanted against my sob- dried mouth as his lips came in contact with mine again. His kiss surprised me, but I devoured it. I needed him right now more than anything. His lips on mine made me feel and know that I wasn't alone.
A/N: All right, this is my first Chrono Cross fic. I wish there were more CC fics. It's so hard to find them. Anyway this is also my first attempt at first person so yeah, I welcome constructive criticism, not flames, well not that I really care about flames, they're always good for a laugh. Anyways, give me some input on how I did. There will be more chapters.