That Day…

Written for Katsuharu Miyoku

Summery: Jenna was kidnapped by Menardi and Saturos before she could say something very important to Isaac. Now, over half a year later, she has her chance. . . .

Rating: PG, perhaps PG-13, making allowances for the reader's imagination!

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You know, I'm beginning to realize that this is starting to uncannily resemble "The Golden Sun One Shot Panoply." If any representatives (besides Yoshimi) are reading this, I must humbly apologize. I didn't have you in mind when I started this. Only after this began evolving did I realize how badly this could look. Please, if you take offence, then I will stop this service.

. . . Well, that was more serious than I usually am. Readers, do you think this service is too similar to the panoply? Let me know in your reviews.

Speaking of reviews, Yoshimi e-mailed me his responses to his reviews, so here you go!

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Yoshimi: Hello to all my many fans!

Wilhelmina: Ahem!

Yoshimi: Oh. Hello to all my fans!

Phil: *coughs*

Yoshimi: Okay. Hello to all my fan! Here are the review responses.

Knightblazer 88 -- Blinks are always good! It means I've weirded out someone! ^_^ And that's a good thing. No, actually, that's a Good Thing. Capitals make all the difference. And I'll ignore the last part. Once, or so everyone says, I went a little off the deep end. But I have no idea what they are talking about.

Kevin C -- Another satisfied customer! Actually, for me, it's my first satisfied customer. My first customer. Yes. Well, thanks for the compliments.

Empress Dotdotdot -- Unless my computer messed up, you should have the uncut version now. I'm glad you liked it so...thoroughly. And, if I'm going to get more requests...WHERE ARE THEY?

Daito Dei Gratia -- Well, I probably shouldn't, but I take all of those as compliments! ^_^ I be weird and without grammar... And I hope your healing light can heal buildings...

Dragoon Knight -- ??? If that's directed at me, yes, I am mean to everyone and everything! MWAHAHAHA! *coughs*

Jupiter Sprite -- I very much doubt that Sheba will be in the mood to mind read anyone for a while. And FEAR MY IMAGINATION!

Super Sheba -- Creative? I'd be more inclined to say insane. And I'll do more humour fics! Anyone got any requests?

Destinyofthepast -- Thanks! But you'll have to be complimenting Kevin C for the idea.

oBsCuReDoblivion13 -- Thank you! And I think that it would be correct in saying that Garet's mind is insane. So is mine, so I'd know.

SSJ-KybokSilverfang (x2) -- Okay, I've heard that Empress Dotdotdot will be tackling that one soon. And, don't worry. Dotdotdot likes Alex, so you don't have to worry.

MercuryAdept -- Why, thank you! The twists sort of wrote themselves...

wolfarine -- (from Vyctori) A Piers/Karst? Now that's unusual! But I like writing about unusual pairings. I'll add your name to the waiting list. I've both read and reviewed your new chapter, in case you didn't notice. ^_^ Oh, and "A Different Kind of Innocence" will be released (ooh, I'm all official!) once I finish my current Yu-Gi-Oh fic. That won't be for a while. Plus "Innocence" is kind of slow to write, since I'm having each chapter beta read twice by the excellent Empress Dotdotdot. Why don't you check out her fics while you're waiting?

man – (from Vyctori) Actually, the really creative one has got to be Yoshimi. Just check out his fics to see what I mean . . . . Oh, and your fic should be next, unless one of the group send me in a one-shot first!

Akachi -- Cool! I'm the author of the oddest fic you've seen! ^_^ And I'm sure Vyctori will agree with me in saying, "the more, the merrier!"

Yoshimi: YARRGH! *gets run down by Jenna and blasted by Rising Dragon* Ow.

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Well, there you go! Now, here's the Valeshipping fic for Katsuharu Miyoku, written by yours truly. It was kind of hard to do, since I'm a Mudshipper, but it was a good growing exercise . . . or something. Yeah. Go read, before I make an even bigger fool of myself!

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Jenna smirked in satisfaction as Karst thudded to the frigid surface of Jupiter Lighthouse's aerie. Serves that witch right for trying to murder Isaac, she thought.

"Kill us," Agatio pleaded, his face so bloody and bruised it was almost unrecognizable. "We lost--we don't deserve to live."

Karst was silent. It was difficult to tell if she was even conscious. However, her eyes were just barely open, the brilliant cinnabar of her irises gleaming through her eyelashes.

Felix shook his head determinedly. "I could never do that to you, Agatio, Karst. Not after living in the same town as you for three years, after being one of your people, after--after being your friend. If you're alive, you can improve your skills and win the next time. Nothing comes of being dead."

"You made the better choice," a soft voice approved.

Jenna glared as Alex appeared next to Karst and Agatio. She had never liked Alex. He always seemed to be watching her, somehow. Though he watched everyone, he seemed to observe her with a special scrutiny that was almost creepy. Now she detested him even more as he healed Karst and Agatio enough for the two of them to stand.

"Since you seem to be fond of taking detours, we'll just have to light the beacon for you!" Karst, with her fresh strength, darted in. Her hand snatched into Felix's pack and closed around the Mythril bag containing the Mars Star.

"Karst, no!" Felix cried. "You still don't understand--"

"I think I understand perfectly." Karst's voice was cold. "We should have no difficulty with Mars Lighthouse without you."

"What do you mean?" Sheba queried.

Karst gave her a scornful look. "Didn't you know? Mars Lighthouse . . . is in Prox. Now, feel free to toddle off wherever. Agatio, Alex, and I are off to do the real work." And with those bitter words, she began to head towards the elevator that would take her from the heights of Jupiter.

"Just you keep away from Isaac, you hear me, witch?" Jenna shouted after her.

Karst turned, nearly colliding with Agatio as she did so. She made a rude gesture at Jenna. "If your precious Isaac had kept away from my sister and Saturos, then none of this would have happened. He's brought it onto himself, the fool. Why don't you protect him yourself? You're his lover, aren't you?"

"Wh-What? No! Of course I'm not!" Jenna protested, all too aware of Felix's gaze on her.

Karst's smile was twisted. "You're only deceiving yourself and you know it. That scum doesn't deserve love after what he did to my dear sister." And she stepped onto the elevator where Alex and Agatio were waiting.

As the three disappeared from view, Felix turned to Jenna. "Is there something I should know?"

"No!" Jenna scowled at him. "That Karst person was just being spiteful."

Felix raised a deep brown eyebrow. "I've known Karst for three years. She's a very perceptive young woman. You're sure now . . . ?"

"Of course!" Jenna flushed.

Before the discussion could go any further, the sound of boot soles on hard stone made them all turn—Isaac and the rest had arrived, determined to stop them.

It was like a nightmare for Jenna as the two groups became more and more hostile. She loved her brother very much and would do almost anything for him, but one thing she simply could not do was fight her friends. The thought of doing so made her physically ill. But fortunately, peace managed to be reached, albeit temporarily. The leaders of both sides agreed to meet again in Contigo, where the matters of Alchemy and the illumining of the lighthouses would be discussed for the first and last time.

The weeklong journey passed very slowly for Jenna. Her mind was almost constantly on seeing Isaac again. She had never had a chance to speak of her feelings for him--she had been planning to do so after their expedition to Sol Sanctum with Kraden, those months ago. But Menardi and Saturos first kidnapped her, and then after she realized the enormous importance of the two Proxians' quest, she knew she couldn't leave Felix for such a reason.

The discussion in Contigo was even more hurtful. As the talks between the two groups became more and more hostile, Isaac began to look at her with betrayal slashed across his face. He had thought that Jenna was an unwilling captive, but it seemed to him that she, too, had turned upon the teachings of Vale. But when the discussion finally came to a point where reasonable sentiments prevailed, Isaac was able to see Felix--and Jenna--in the light of friends once more.

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Jenna thrashed about under her blanket in annoyance. She detested camping, because no matter where she slept, there always were rocks. And tree roots. Lots of tree roots. She also hated the insects, which she was positive crawled all over her while she slumbered. That particular disturbing notion kept her wide awake some nights.

However, these were not the only reasons why sleep eluded her. Time and time again, a certain pair of blue eyes was invading her mind. No matter how hard she tried to put them from her thoughts, they always returned to Isaac.

Should I tell him how I feel? she wondered. So much has changed since that day I was going to speak to him, the day my old life evaporated. Maybe that blue-haired girl, Mia, has caught his attention. For all I know, they could be lovers by now. She let out a low growl of frustration. Where has my confidence gone? she asked herself, irked. I'm acting like my brother, afraid to show my feelings! I ought to just go up and say something. Things can't possibly get any more awkward between us, after all . . .

Decided, Jenna tossed her blanket off and stomped off. She wasn't going to wait a moment longer--even if Isaac was asleep, she would wake him up just so she could say she loved him. Perhaps it was not the best plan, but Jenna had never been known for her patience.

But when she arrived at the boys' sleeping section, she discovered that while Isaac's blanket was there, he was not. After searching about for quite some time, Jenna felt ready to knock his head off instead of professing undying love. But when she found him sitting on a rock, gazing at the star-spattered sky, she suddenly received such an incredible sense of calm from him that she simply joined him instead.

For a while, the two sat silently beside each other, admiring the broad sweep of stars. Then Isaac commented thoughtfully, "I wonder what it's like up there? Looking down . . . would our labours and problems seem tiny, unimportant? Would any of this--any of us--really matter?"

Jenna smiled and placed her hand upon his, which caused him to face her, startled.

"Well, I don't know if we matter to the stars, Isaac . . . but I do know one person who matters very much to me. Someone brave and strong, who fought for his family and friends with pride and love. Someone who . . ."

"Jenna, I don't deserve any of . . ." Isaac began.

She placed a gentle hand over his mouth. "Hush. You deserve everything I'm saying, and more. Isaac, there is something I wanted to tell you the day we went to see the Elemental Stars, something that Fate never allowed me to say. I love you, Isaac. I've missed you so very much. But . . ." Her face darkened. "If you love Mia, then that's . . ."

"No, Jenna." He placed his hand over hers. "I love you, not her. I've felt this way for a long time . . . over a year and a half. But I thought you cared for Garet, and so I kept silent all this time. When I thought you were illumining the lighthouses to destroy Weyard, the bottom dropped out of my world. I wasn't sure how I could possibly live if we were on opposite sides. But now . . ." His voice trailed away.

"Isaac . . ." Jenna murmured and placed her lips against his.

Off in the distance, a tall figure watched the two silhouettes meet. Felix sighed. It was so hard to watch his baby sister grow up. But he knew Isaac would treat her well--he'd make sure of it.

He glanced down at the letter from Karst that had been left for him in Contigo's inn. When she had returned to the city, she had discovered Menardi and Saturos waiting for her. While she still sounded upset that his group was taking so long to ignite the beacons, it seemed that forgiveness was a possibility. He smiled and gazed up from the missive again. Then his pleasant look faded into a scowl. Jenna and Isaac seemed to be taking a few too many liberties with each other, from what he could tell. Briefly he weighed the option of going up and interrupting them forcefully, but concluded it would embarrass all three of them much too much.

Instead, he walked a little closer and then cracked a stick in his hands that he had picked up from the ground. He watched in satisfaction as the two newfound sweethearts leapt apart. He didn't think they'd chance anything else that night, and so he went to bed, content.

If only he knew . . .

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Vyctori: MWAHAHA! If only you knew, indeed, Felly!

Menardi: You know, you're starting to pick up Dotdotdot-speak. And exactly HOW far did those two go, anyway?

Vyctori: That's up to your imagination, and your imagination alone.

Menardi: *gives Vyctori strange look* Right. Anyway, review, or I beat you to death with stale bread.

Vyctori: You must be running out of ordinary death threats and are getting creative instead.

Menardi: ^_^ Yup.

Vyctori: *sighs*