A/N: Well, since I got a lot of reviews for nothing, I decided to FEED the reviewers, and write the first chapter on Good Night, my Love. I might not update this really quickly, solely because I need to finish Silent Screams and Dreams. But I will feed you as much as I can. Thank you for reviewing um...basically nothing?
Chapter One
Edgar sat at the throne, his head leaning against his hand. He blinked slowly, vaguely listening in on the debate at hand. South Figaro wanted full access to the seas, Nikeah didn't. Nikeah was the only city in full charge of the seas.
Finally, the mayor of South Figaro stood up, screaming, "King Edgar! It's not fair that our economy must suffer due to Nikeah's greediness!"
The mayor from Nikeah stood, screaming as well, "It's not fair that we should change the base laws of the sea just because South Figaro wants in on the action! If they wanted in on the action, they should not have signed the treaty!"
King Edgar held up his hands. "Gentlemen, there is no need to scream! Alexandi, Richardson makes a good point on the matter that South Figaro should have read the treaty more careful. Then again, Richardson, Alexandi has every right to complain now, considering the circumstances of the world at hand. Many places need supplies and you barely have enough ships for three cities! Now, if you both will conclude the matter at hand, I believe that South Figaro should be able to have some access to the seas, at least to towns that their ships can get to quicker than Nikeah for the sole fact that the world needs to be rebuild."
Both men were silent. They looked at each other and grasped each other's wrists. Alexandi spoke first, "Then it's agreed, that we will have access to the eastern half of the world."
Richardson nodded his head as he spoke, "And Nikeah the west."
"Chancellor, please, re-write the Treaty of the Seas. Gentlemen, if you will follow my Chancellor."
And so they did. The Chancellor walked out first, followed by the two gentlemen. Sabin walked in and looked at the king. "Edgar, you look down."
Edgar looked up, smiling at his brother. "Perfectly fine," he responded, grasping his hair and brushing back along his scalp.
Sabin plopped down in the other chair, his left foot dangling off the armrest. "That is a bunch of cosmic bull. Now, tell me, what's got you so down?"
Edgar sighed and looked over at his brother. "Look at me. I'm nearing thirty with no heir."
"Well, I'm pretty sure you got a few illegitimate children prancing around parts of the world." Sabin felt a slap against the back of his skull. "What! You probably do!"
"You're an ass. I mean that I have no one to love. No one to hold onto during the night. No one to pet me and make me purr."
"Didn't realize you were a cat."
Edgar rolled his eyes. "You're a jerk." Edgar stood up, walking away from the thrones. He heard Sabin's loud stomping follow him. "What?"
"No, seriously. If you want someone to love, then why don't you call on all the political leaders of the world?"
Edgar sighed. "I want someone for me to love! LOVE. L-O-V-E, love! Not to be pushed with someone."
Sabin was silent for sometime. They walked out into the desert by this point, nighttime falling quickly and causing the air around them to chill. "If you didn't push Terra away..."
"You shut up about that," Edgar spit out like it was venom.
Sabin shrugged his shoulders. "You knew you had no chance with Celes. Yet, you pushed Terra away like she was garbage."
"I'm not listening to you!" he screamed, storming deeper into the desert.
Sabin followed him. "She loved you, you know!" he screamed over the 'la-la- la-la's that his brother sang out. He finally stopped and spun around, his face saddened. "Want me to talk to her?"
"No," he bitterly spat out. "She hates me, by now. It's been what? Two years since we last spoke. Even then it ended on bad terms. I tried to get her to open up to me! She only looked at Locke, never me!"
Sabin shook his head. "Don't you realize, Mr. Womanizer? She wanted to be chased! She wanted to be all come and get me! But the moment she denied you, once, you turned away from her."
Edgar rolled his eyes. "Oh please. What would you know of this, huh?"
By now, the crescent moon hung over their heads. "She told me."
"Please! Terra knows nothing of love, and I doubt she ever will with the way how she's been warped!"
Sabin stood there. "A coin toss will decide this."
"Fine. We'll use mine."
Sabin shook his head, pulling out a single piece of golden gil. "Oh hell no, brother. I will never trust you again with this stuff. Heads, you go tell her. Tails, you stay here and be a grumpy old man like Strago."
"Hey!" he called out as the coin was tossed up into the air. Sabin held out his hand and it landed perfectly. He slammed it onto the back of his other hand. "Well? Tell me..."
Sabin pulled his other hand away, staring at the heads sign. "You tell her."
"Bah! You tricked me!" He pulled the piece of gil of his brother's hand, looking at the back. True enough, it was a normal piece of gil. "Ok...so maybe you didn't."
"A deals a deal. Now...you will go and you will tell her to come here as soon as she can. Say it has to do with the rebuilding of Mobliz or some tom- foolery like that."
Edgar sighed, placing a gentle hand on his hip. "You planned this all along, haven't you?"
Sabin broke out into a grin. "Hell yes."
Chapter One
Edgar sat at the throne, his head leaning against his hand. He blinked slowly, vaguely listening in on the debate at hand. South Figaro wanted full access to the seas, Nikeah didn't. Nikeah was the only city in full charge of the seas.
Finally, the mayor of South Figaro stood up, screaming, "King Edgar! It's not fair that our economy must suffer due to Nikeah's greediness!"
The mayor from Nikeah stood, screaming as well, "It's not fair that we should change the base laws of the sea just because South Figaro wants in on the action! If they wanted in on the action, they should not have signed the treaty!"
King Edgar held up his hands. "Gentlemen, there is no need to scream! Alexandi, Richardson makes a good point on the matter that South Figaro should have read the treaty more careful. Then again, Richardson, Alexandi has every right to complain now, considering the circumstances of the world at hand. Many places need supplies and you barely have enough ships for three cities! Now, if you both will conclude the matter at hand, I believe that South Figaro should be able to have some access to the seas, at least to towns that their ships can get to quicker than Nikeah for the sole fact that the world needs to be rebuild."
Both men were silent. They looked at each other and grasped each other's wrists. Alexandi spoke first, "Then it's agreed, that we will have access to the eastern half of the world."
Richardson nodded his head as he spoke, "And Nikeah the west."
"Chancellor, please, re-write the Treaty of the Seas. Gentlemen, if you will follow my Chancellor."
And so they did. The Chancellor walked out first, followed by the two gentlemen. Sabin walked in and looked at the king. "Edgar, you look down."
Edgar looked up, smiling at his brother. "Perfectly fine," he responded, grasping his hair and brushing back along his scalp.
Sabin plopped down in the other chair, his left foot dangling off the armrest. "That is a bunch of cosmic bull. Now, tell me, what's got you so down?"
Edgar sighed and looked over at his brother. "Look at me. I'm nearing thirty with no heir."
"Well, I'm pretty sure you got a few illegitimate children prancing around parts of the world." Sabin felt a slap against the back of his skull. "What! You probably do!"
"You're an ass. I mean that I have no one to love. No one to hold onto during the night. No one to pet me and make me purr."
"Didn't realize you were a cat."
Edgar rolled his eyes. "You're a jerk." Edgar stood up, walking away from the thrones. He heard Sabin's loud stomping follow him. "What?"
"No, seriously. If you want someone to love, then why don't you call on all the political leaders of the world?"
Edgar sighed. "I want someone for me to love! LOVE. L-O-V-E, love! Not to be pushed with someone."
Sabin was silent for sometime. They walked out into the desert by this point, nighttime falling quickly and causing the air around them to chill. "If you didn't push Terra away..."
"You shut up about that," Edgar spit out like it was venom.
Sabin shrugged his shoulders. "You knew you had no chance with Celes. Yet, you pushed Terra away like she was garbage."
"I'm not listening to you!" he screamed, storming deeper into the desert.
Sabin followed him. "She loved you, you know!" he screamed over the 'la-la- la-la's that his brother sang out. He finally stopped and spun around, his face saddened. "Want me to talk to her?"
"No," he bitterly spat out. "She hates me, by now. It's been what? Two years since we last spoke. Even then it ended on bad terms. I tried to get her to open up to me! She only looked at Locke, never me!"
Sabin shook his head. "Don't you realize, Mr. Womanizer? She wanted to be chased! She wanted to be all come and get me! But the moment she denied you, once, you turned away from her."
Edgar rolled his eyes. "Oh please. What would you know of this, huh?"
By now, the crescent moon hung over their heads. "She told me."
"Please! Terra knows nothing of love, and I doubt she ever will with the way how she's been warped!"
Sabin stood there. "A coin toss will decide this."
"Fine. We'll use mine."
Sabin shook his head, pulling out a single piece of golden gil. "Oh hell no, brother. I will never trust you again with this stuff. Heads, you go tell her. Tails, you stay here and be a grumpy old man like Strago."
"Hey!" he called out as the coin was tossed up into the air. Sabin held out his hand and it landed perfectly. He slammed it onto the back of his other hand. "Well? Tell me..."
Sabin pulled his other hand away, staring at the heads sign. "You tell her."
"Bah! You tricked me!" He pulled the piece of gil of his brother's hand, looking at the back. True enough, it was a normal piece of gil. "Ok...so maybe you didn't."
"A deals a deal. Now...you will go and you will tell her to come here as soon as she can. Say it has to do with the rebuilding of Mobliz or some tom- foolery like that."
Edgar sighed, placing a gentle hand on his hip. "You planned this all along, haven't you?"
Sabin broke out into a grin. "Hell yes."