Fantasy Girl: I am SO sorry I haven't updated in SO long...AGAIN!!
Vale: Wow, twice in a row-- are you going for the one chapter per year sort of schedule?
Tomoe: Or one chapter per every year and a half?
Fantasy Girl: -sniffle- You all are so mean.
Thor: I've trained them well. Hehe.
FINAL DREAM
CHAPTER TWO
BY:
Fantasy Girl (Saturn Angels)
--Last Time--
Razzly shrugged, "I gueesss. I bet you Kidd would like it-" Razzly stopped abruptly as Serge's face took on a look of sadness-no, longing.
Harle watched the exchange- Serge was distraught, Razzly looked guilty, Glenn was reprimanding the fairy, and Harle was stumped.
What had happened to Kidd anyway? Why was everyone so reluctant to talk about her?
Did she die? Did she move on with her life? What? What happened?
Harle stomped her foot in frustration and would have demanded an answer, or at least confused people with her riddles and theories of life until they gave in, but anything she said would be in vain at that time.
"Monsieur Greco takes ze best timez to vacazion!" Harle sighed ruefully before running after Serge and the others as they began walking towards one of the concession stands.
--This Time--
Harle pouted tiredly, "Monsieur Serge..." she whispered, trying to draw his attention to her though as usual, that didn't work. "I'm getting tired of zis musique..." Harle commented, ever since the beginning of the fair Radical Dreams had been playing.
Nikki and Miki never looked better on stage, but... it did grate on one's nerves when they heard the same songs over and over again like a skipping record...
She pouted, floating around Serge, "Monsieur Serge-- you look positively stunning from this angle." she said, knowing that no one could hear her, and also realizing that once she could be seen and was alive again (if that happened) then she wouldn't be able to get this close to Serge again...
...because he didn't have feelings for her, and that's just the way it always seemed to be between them.
Harle frowned, "Come now! Viper Manor izn't zat far from 'ere! Let's get out of this place and just walk..."
But unfortunately this time when she suggested something, no one miraculously suggested the same thing aloud.
She glided over to Razzly who was busy waving fervently trying to get her friends attention ,"Miki! Nikki!" she called, waving, though they were too busy performing to take much notice of the tiny fairy.
"Razzly..." Harle whispered, tapping the fairy on the shoulder who simply disregarded it as being one of the people in the large crowds of people.
Though it was enough to make Harle hope that perhaps the fairy, with her sharp senses and such could feel and as she had confirmed earlier-- smell-- the harlequin.
"Razzly, LET US GO TO VIPER MANOR!" Harle screamed at the top of her lungs, but no one heard.
Harle pouted simply, her garnet-colored eyes gazing around at the crowds helplessly, "Oh, have it your way..." she muttered, still pouting childishly. "I'll wait until tomorrow. I'll just go and wait in Monsieur Greco's house..." she muttered dejectedly beginning her journey over to Greco's small home.
She moved through people easily, occasionally those with heightened senses shivered as she moved through them but the most common effect she had-- was none.
She yawned tiredly, as she moved through the front door of Greco's house-- the little girl inside writing a letter of some sort.
Harle hovered over the girl for a while, trying to read what the girl was writing but the handwriting was so crammed together she couldn't tell the words apart and so she simply gave up on trying to 'stick her nose in other people's business' as she had once heard it put before.
"I know you're here..." the girl suddenly said, turning in her chair to look directly at Harle, "I saw you come in with the group of people earlier but I didn't say anything, because I wasn't sure if you were real or indeed a spirit who cannot rest."
Harle stayed silent for a few more moments, listening to what else the girl had to say.
"I finally knew for sure that you were a spirit when you came in just now, without opening the door. What is your name, spirit?"
Harle 'tch'ed slightly, at being addressed to in such a way, "Harle."
"Why are you still here?" the girl asked. "Do you not know that you are dead?"
"Girl, I know quite well zat I am dead-- it'z rather hard not to notice, oui?" Harle said, once more rolling her eyes heavenward, "The reason zat I am still here, is zat I cannot find my body."
"If you find your body will you be able to rest and peace and leave this place to go to your heavenly realm?" the little girl asked.
Harle shook her head, "You should leave zese exorcisms to Greco, little girl. It iz not az simple as simply leaving zese place. I want to stay here, once I find my body, I will live again."
The little girl was silent in contemplation, "Perhaps I should leave these things to Greco-- he hasn't even made me his apprentice yet."
Harle smiled, "Mon amie, zat would be best. May I stay here the night and wait for Monsieur Serge and his party to come back when Greco does?"
The girl seemed uncertain before she nodded, "You won't try to kill me or anything?"
"Unfortunately, anything physical like zat is beyond my ability." Harle replied causing the girl to blink at her suspiciously.
"I suppose it will be okay then..."
"Comment t'appelle tu? (What is your name?)" Harle asked, looking at the girl.
"My... name?" she asked uncertainly, at the nod from Harle she gave it freely, "Jessica..."
"Thank you Jessi, for letting my stay here, your kindness will not gone unrewarded once I locate my body-- or find a way to ... solidify. so to speak." Harle said, motioning to her transparent self, though she knew that Jessica saw her as she should be seen-- Harle, unable to discern whether she was transparent or not. That much had been obvious when she had said she wasn't sure if she was a spirit or not.
So Harle stayed in the tiny home, watched as Jessica bid goodnight and fell asleep, something that she herself could not do. She felt no fatigue-- other than her own mental tiredness of not being able to speak with anyone.
Certainly being able to speak to Jessica had been a gift for her, something to keep her from going insane until the morning arrived. Though Harle didn't want to admit it but she was growing rather nervous of how Serge would react...
Then again, did she ever really care how he would react? Of course she cared but she never paid it any heed... she would go on acting like herself, saying what she wanted to say-- it was... her personality to do so.
Harle stared up at the ceiling from her perch on the desk that the girl had been writing at-- writing a story it turned out. One about a spirit, coincidentally enough.
The jester had gotten that much information out of her before the girl put the story into a desk and went to sleep-- not wanting Harle to read it.
The only time Harle hadn't spoken what was on her mind was the day she left Serge's party, or rather Lynx... the day that she became apart of the Dragon Gods... she supposed it was simple to say the day that she died.
So, she would never beat around the bush or just 'forget' to mention things again-- because the only time she'd done that was when she died; and she just didn't want to chance that happening again once she regained life.
So, Harle continued worrying about such things and thinking back on her living days-- waiting for the sun to rise and bring her what she was anxiously anticipating.
And as the sun began peaking over the horizon, she became impatient. Why hadn't Greco returned yet? He should have been back by now... it was nearly six in the morning.
She prayed that he would be no later than eight, she couldn't take all the waiting for such a long time. She had been sitting in the same position for nearly ten hours now.
Jessica stirred, rubbing her eyes and yawning. She practically jumped out of her skin when she saw Harle still there, she immediately apologized, "Sorry... I've always been afraid of clowns.."
Harle blinked, "Well, je suis une harlequin (I am a harlequin), a jester if you please... not a 'clown'..." Harle answered, she had always been easily annoyed by being called such an unprofessional thing.
Jessica smiled, "Sorry... I didn't realize it wsa an unoffensive thing to say. Has Greco returned?" she questioned.
Harle shook her head, "Negative."
There was a knock at the door and Harle looked at it anxiously.
"Would you mind checking who that is while I get dressed?" Jessica asked, climbing out of bed, still in her pajamas.
Harle shrugged, "Why not." she walked through the wall, looking outside, momentarily having to squint against the bright light.
She ran back inside, "It's Serge!"
"But Greco isn't back yet!" Jessica whispered.
"Please! Jessi, don't tell Serge who I am... then.. he might not, want to go see Greco, just tell him to wait here, or go to Viper Manor, please, please?"
Jessica nodded, "I'll tell them to head over to Viper Manor... let's just hope Greco is still there..." she whispered before opening the door.
"Is Greco back yet?" Glenn asked, as Serge stared out at the water and Razzly yawned tiredly, probably unused to waking up so early after a long night like that.
"No, ah, but you know I think it'd be best if you went and found him at Viper Manor anyway..." Jessica stated, "and if you can't find him just return here, and I'm sure he'll be here." she smiled brightly and Harle could see the cogs turning in their brains.
"What do you think Serge?" Glenn asked, looking back at their leader.
Razzly yawned tiredly, seating herself of Glenn's head with a tired yawn, "C'mon Sergey... the sooner we get going the sooner we'll get there..."
Serge nodded, "Thank you for all your help."
Jessica nodded and the group set off; she turned around, closing the door and wasn't surprised to see that Harle had followed Serge's group...
"I see... that is her reason for wanting to live again."
--End Chapter Two--
Fantasy Girl: And now for our special shout-out list... I'm just saying special because... ... well... just because -grin-
some guy1: deal...with...it...sweetie...:)
Zidane's Dagger: Wai! Thanks, and sorry for taking so long!
Harle 13: Don't worry :) I myself don't hate Kidd... just... don't like her much -grin-
Mr. Nice Guy: Well, here's the next little installment thingy... :) though it took me a lot to write it-- I had lost interest in it for a while -hides from angry people-
Anime-05: Yup yup, it is Serge/Harle-- and as for Kidd.. MUWAHAHA you'll find out. -evil grin- ..sooner or later.
Dragonfly-chan1: Yes Harle is awesome, and V-chan I'm one of those people who refuse to believe that Serge is mute, I refuse to believe it, grrrrr, haha. And if he is meant to be mute, then... pretend he learned to speak, eh? ;)
Holy Knight Margo: Well! Here's the continuation, look I even replied to your other account name -points up- somewhere, hehe. Well-- I suppose I should contact you then, hm?
And that's that. If you took the time to read this, then go ahead and review. I mean isn't that purple-y blue button just shouting out to you-- "press me" "press me"? No? ...um... well, review anyway :)