Karana Belle: I just LOVE getting reviews! It makes my day better! That's
why in the morning, I see if anyone has reviewed any of my stories, so I
can have a good day! And all your reviews for last chapter made me happy!
Reviewers:
Magus Black—Jacques is the greatest Mystery! Really, I mean he rarely talks and how are we supposed to know about him if he doesn't talk?
pikinanou—Where's a cute in the middle of a sentence? I couldn't find any! But could you tell me? Yeah the chocolate chip cookies are back! And muffins ARE evil! You are weird and that's a compliment!
BillysLittleCowgirl—Thank you! And I'm getting on the next chapter! Well obviously or I wouldn't be typing this!
Miranda de la Costa—sorry but they won't make up so soon! I want some more suspense!
Captain Spam—okay I'll enlighten you, first of all the Swedish Nothings came from my sister, as I was writing another story (Alfador the Easter 'Bunny') my sister came in and was typing part of it, she said I could delete it but it was too funny! So instead of saying Sweet nothings into someone's ears, someone said Swedish Nothings into someone else's Ears and Nose, it is just to be funny. And you can talk to someone's nose can't you? So there tells you how you can! I have a question, when you played the game did you think that Watari and Ayame would be great together, or did you just think it when someone wrote a story? (If there is any) I'm just curious. And I'll squeeze some Thomas/Cecile in there for you, might as well!
Dark Fusion—really? You think that the Watari/Ayame pairing was a nice touch? Thanks! How was the scene shocking? I really want to know!
A Silent Romance
Chapter 7
Jacques was staring out at the waves that were always moving across the water at this time of day. He was still quite angry at what had happened last night. 'Now I know to never trust Watari again. And Aila too for that matter. How could I have been so stupid! Of course she doesn't love me, why would she? I'm sure anyone would have picked Watari over me.'
His eyes filled up with tears, but Jacques wouldn't let them fall, 'No use crying over a girl, I guess I can just hate her now, she won't care.' He set his face and looked out at the lake again. Jacques didn't know how much time had passed but he heard footsteps. Thinking that it was just someone going to the bath he ignored it. So naturally he started when someone called out his name.
"Jacques!" he had heard that voice oh so many times in his life. He had also heard that voice say many things that it would never say, in his dreams. Jacques' eyes filled with anger at that voice, the one that had gave him so much pain. So turning around he already knew whom he was going to see.
Aila was standing a couple of feet away from him, happiness in her eyes, Jacques' heart skipped a couple of beats, thinking that it was because she was with him, 'Stop it! She doesn't love us, no matter how much you wish it! She is probably just happy because she spent time with Watari.'
Aila looked at Jacques noticing the anger in his eyes, and she cringed, her eyes showing sadness at the misunderstanding. And being brave she took a step closer and opened her mouth, "Jacques, we need to talk about last night."
Jacques frowned, taking it all in, "There's nothing to talk about." He said bitterly. Thinking that she would try to hurt him again, but knowing deep in his heart that it wasn't true, but he ignored his heart, as he had many times before.
Aila's own eyes filled up with the unshed tears of last night, "Yes there is! Oh there IS something we need to talk about!" when he ignored her she grabbed his arm, "Please Jacques! Please!"
"You should leave." Jacques' heart stopped for a second upon seeing her eyes, and the tears that were falling from them.
"Please, don't make me leave, all I want is to be with you! Here, right now!" Aila was becoming desperate to make Jacques understand.
"No! You don't! All you want is to be with Watari! I'm not blind, Aila!" and with that Jacques charged off of the deck, leaving Aila standing there.
"No, I don't Jacques," Aila fell to her knees, whispering and watching his retreating back. "How could I when...I love you." But Jacques, being too far away, couldn't hear those last three words.
Aila was walking blindly, she was too sad to care about anyone seeing her cry. Then abruptly she stopped and looked around to see that she was at the entrance of the town. She just stood there thinking about all that had happened that morning, all the words that Jacques had said. And fresh tears fell down her face. 'What did I do? Why would Jacques not listen to me?'
She sat there for a few minutes until she heard the crunch of gravel behind her. She turned around, hoping, but that hope went away when she saw that it was just Cecile.
"Are you okay, Aila?" the small girl asked, sitting down beside the Karayan, her armor clinking. And when Aila didn't answer, she continued, "Would you like to talk about it?"
Aila thought for a minute then nodded her head, and looked out to the Plain in front of the castle, and watched the grass blowing back and forth. Then she turned to Cecile and saw the compassion of a friend in her blue eyes.
Cecile urged her on, "Come on..." and then Aila told her everything that had happened last night and just that morning, Cecile nodding through the whole thing. Aila felt better after she told the whole story, but she was still a little sad.
"That's horrible, but I think I know how you feel, I mean I kind of have a problem like that." Cecile smiled, her eyes glossing over.
"How?" Aila was confused, 'How could she have a problem like mine? I don't remember hearing her fight with anyone. Strange.'
Cecile blushed, "How what?" she acted innocent, as if she didn't know why someone would ask that question.
Aila was getting exasperated, "How do you have a problem like mine?"
Cecile blushed again, and looked out to the plain. She raised a hand to brush a rebelling strand of blonde hair out of her eyes. "The scenery sure is beautiful isn't it?"
"Yes it is." Both of the girls jumped at the sudden male voice, Aila turned around to see Thomas standing there and looking at Cecile.
Cecile also turned and looked to see who it was, although she already knew. "M-Master Thomas!" she squeaked, blushing harder.
Then it hit Aila like a ton of bricks, 'So that's her problem! She loves Thomas but is afraid to tell him! Talk about being in the right place at the right time!'
Thomas just stared at Cecile, not even noticing that Cecile had said his name. "Uh...Thomas?" Cecile tilted her head to the side.
What she said seemed to get his attention for he started, "What did you just say?" he whispered it, almost as if he was afraid it would be carried away from him.
Cecile was confused, "Um...I said Master Thomas?" she had no idea what was wrong with him, 'Maybe he ate something bad. I'll have to see about that.'
"No, after that." He sounded hopeful, but his faced showed no emotion.
"Uh...um...Thomas?"
Thomas smiled, making the young girl even more confused, "Um...Master Thomas are you okay?" Cecile asked, really concerned for the welfare of him.
Thomas' hand reached out and grabbed the blonde soldier's hand, unknowingly to him, "Please don't call me that, just...Thomas." He breathed out that last word.
Cecile blushed noticing what he had done; "uh..." she looked down at her hand in his and blushed even harder. Thomas noticing where she looked looked down also and blushed, pulling his hand away.
"Sorry." He whispered as he backed up slowly and made for the nearest building he could find, which just happened to be Piccolo's fortune telling tent.
Cecile looked over at Aila and seeing that the Karayan girl had seen the whole thing squeaked out, "S-Sorry but I have t-to go!" and she ran off.
Aila blinked. 'What was that all about? They were having the perfect time and then both of them ran off. Lucky them, at least they can have moments like these.' Aila sighed deeply, tears again coming to her eyes. 'I'm not sure I can anymore.'
She willed herself not to cry, and she heard laughter from Piccolo's tent. Startled, she watched as Thomas came running out of the tent face aflame with embarrassment. Aila shook her head; wondering, as she walked back to the main building, why Thomas had gone into that tent in the first place.
Karana: Wow! OoO this is really long, almost four pages! I wonder if that's the longest I've had for this story? Hope you guys liked it! REVIEW PLEASE!
Magus Black—Jacques is the greatest Mystery! Really, I mean he rarely talks and how are we supposed to know about him if he doesn't talk?
pikinanou—Where's a cute in the middle of a sentence? I couldn't find any! But could you tell me? Yeah the chocolate chip cookies are back! And muffins ARE evil! You are weird and that's a compliment!
BillysLittleCowgirl—Thank you! And I'm getting on the next chapter! Well obviously or I wouldn't be typing this!
Miranda de la Costa—sorry but they won't make up so soon! I want some more suspense!
Captain Spam—okay I'll enlighten you, first of all the Swedish Nothings came from my sister, as I was writing another story (Alfador the Easter 'Bunny') my sister came in and was typing part of it, she said I could delete it but it was too funny! So instead of saying Sweet nothings into someone's ears, someone said Swedish Nothings into someone else's Ears and Nose, it is just to be funny. And you can talk to someone's nose can't you? So there tells you how you can! I have a question, when you played the game did you think that Watari and Ayame would be great together, or did you just think it when someone wrote a story? (If there is any) I'm just curious. And I'll squeeze some Thomas/Cecile in there for you, might as well!
Dark Fusion—really? You think that the Watari/Ayame pairing was a nice touch? Thanks! How was the scene shocking? I really want to know!
A Silent Romance
Chapter 7
Jacques was staring out at the waves that were always moving across the water at this time of day. He was still quite angry at what had happened last night. 'Now I know to never trust Watari again. And Aila too for that matter. How could I have been so stupid! Of course she doesn't love me, why would she? I'm sure anyone would have picked Watari over me.'
His eyes filled up with tears, but Jacques wouldn't let them fall, 'No use crying over a girl, I guess I can just hate her now, she won't care.' He set his face and looked out at the lake again. Jacques didn't know how much time had passed but he heard footsteps. Thinking that it was just someone going to the bath he ignored it. So naturally he started when someone called out his name.
"Jacques!" he had heard that voice oh so many times in his life. He had also heard that voice say many things that it would never say, in his dreams. Jacques' eyes filled with anger at that voice, the one that had gave him so much pain. So turning around he already knew whom he was going to see.
Aila was standing a couple of feet away from him, happiness in her eyes, Jacques' heart skipped a couple of beats, thinking that it was because she was with him, 'Stop it! She doesn't love us, no matter how much you wish it! She is probably just happy because she spent time with Watari.'
Aila looked at Jacques noticing the anger in his eyes, and she cringed, her eyes showing sadness at the misunderstanding. And being brave she took a step closer and opened her mouth, "Jacques, we need to talk about last night."
Jacques frowned, taking it all in, "There's nothing to talk about." He said bitterly. Thinking that she would try to hurt him again, but knowing deep in his heart that it wasn't true, but he ignored his heart, as he had many times before.
Aila's own eyes filled up with the unshed tears of last night, "Yes there is! Oh there IS something we need to talk about!" when he ignored her she grabbed his arm, "Please Jacques! Please!"
"You should leave." Jacques' heart stopped for a second upon seeing her eyes, and the tears that were falling from them.
"Please, don't make me leave, all I want is to be with you! Here, right now!" Aila was becoming desperate to make Jacques understand.
"No! You don't! All you want is to be with Watari! I'm not blind, Aila!" and with that Jacques charged off of the deck, leaving Aila standing there.
"No, I don't Jacques," Aila fell to her knees, whispering and watching his retreating back. "How could I when...I love you." But Jacques, being too far away, couldn't hear those last three words.
Aila was walking blindly, she was too sad to care about anyone seeing her cry. Then abruptly she stopped and looked around to see that she was at the entrance of the town. She just stood there thinking about all that had happened that morning, all the words that Jacques had said. And fresh tears fell down her face. 'What did I do? Why would Jacques not listen to me?'
She sat there for a few minutes until she heard the crunch of gravel behind her. She turned around, hoping, but that hope went away when she saw that it was just Cecile.
"Are you okay, Aila?" the small girl asked, sitting down beside the Karayan, her armor clinking. And when Aila didn't answer, she continued, "Would you like to talk about it?"
Aila thought for a minute then nodded her head, and looked out to the Plain in front of the castle, and watched the grass blowing back and forth. Then she turned to Cecile and saw the compassion of a friend in her blue eyes.
Cecile urged her on, "Come on..." and then Aila told her everything that had happened last night and just that morning, Cecile nodding through the whole thing. Aila felt better after she told the whole story, but she was still a little sad.
"That's horrible, but I think I know how you feel, I mean I kind of have a problem like that." Cecile smiled, her eyes glossing over.
"How?" Aila was confused, 'How could she have a problem like mine? I don't remember hearing her fight with anyone. Strange.'
Cecile blushed, "How what?" she acted innocent, as if she didn't know why someone would ask that question.
Aila was getting exasperated, "How do you have a problem like mine?"
Cecile blushed again, and looked out to the plain. She raised a hand to brush a rebelling strand of blonde hair out of her eyes. "The scenery sure is beautiful isn't it?"
"Yes it is." Both of the girls jumped at the sudden male voice, Aila turned around to see Thomas standing there and looking at Cecile.
Cecile also turned and looked to see who it was, although she already knew. "M-Master Thomas!" she squeaked, blushing harder.
Then it hit Aila like a ton of bricks, 'So that's her problem! She loves Thomas but is afraid to tell him! Talk about being in the right place at the right time!'
Thomas just stared at Cecile, not even noticing that Cecile had said his name. "Uh...Thomas?" Cecile tilted her head to the side.
What she said seemed to get his attention for he started, "What did you just say?" he whispered it, almost as if he was afraid it would be carried away from him.
Cecile was confused, "Um...I said Master Thomas?" she had no idea what was wrong with him, 'Maybe he ate something bad. I'll have to see about that.'
"No, after that." He sounded hopeful, but his faced showed no emotion.
"Uh...um...Thomas?"
Thomas smiled, making the young girl even more confused, "Um...Master Thomas are you okay?" Cecile asked, really concerned for the welfare of him.
Thomas' hand reached out and grabbed the blonde soldier's hand, unknowingly to him, "Please don't call me that, just...Thomas." He breathed out that last word.
Cecile blushed noticing what he had done; "uh..." she looked down at her hand in his and blushed even harder. Thomas noticing where she looked looked down also and blushed, pulling his hand away.
"Sorry." He whispered as he backed up slowly and made for the nearest building he could find, which just happened to be Piccolo's fortune telling tent.
Cecile looked over at Aila and seeing that the Karayan girl had seen the whole thing squeaked out, "S-Sorry but I have t-to go!" and she ran off.
Aila blinked. 'What was that all about? They were having the perfect time and then both of them ran off. Lucky them, at least they can have moments like these.' Aila sighed deeply, tears again coming to her eyes. 'I'm not sure I can anymore.'
She willed herself not to cry, and she heard laughter from Piccolo's tent. Startled, she watched as Thomas came running out of the tent face aflame with embarrassment. Aila shook her head; wondering, as she walked back to the main building, why Thomas had gone into that tent in the first place.
Karana: Wow! OoO this is really long, almost four pages! I wonder if that's the longest I've had for this story? Hope you guys liked it! REVIEW PLEASE!