Aisubeki Dearest

A/N: I wanted to take a break from the comedy I just finished, and do an OC fic concerning Marco…Yes, I do bash Marco quite a lot, and I pair him with Lyserg, whom I also like with Jeanne, and Ren…ah, so confusing. This is rather serious, and it's romantic as well! Yay! This story is dedicated to KagenoKatana, sakuuya, and Satine89! You are the best!! I hope one of you reads this! Well, enjoy the story, and it may be a tearjerker in the end…gloom

PS: "Aisubeki" means "dearest" in Japanese, this word has a lot of meaning to the main character, Elle, and it shall be explained later on…moreover, if you are wondering why Kye is speaking a bit of Japanese to Elle, it is because he is teaching his little "French Tenshi." - Subarashiki, ne??? (Kye will be introduced later on -)

A/N: In this fic, I am pretending that Jeanne is somewhere around 20 years old, and Marco stays however old he is, ok? And if you were wondering, Elle is 23 and Kye is somewhere around 25 - Funny how age works, ne?

Disclaimer: I do not own SK, if I did, it would be ruined, because I am not gifted like Takei-sama.

Chapter Three: Dream Reality?

The tears almost seemed to lacerate her lovely face, in her illusions…they say that when a person weeps, that they are the most aware of everything and everyone around him. That was not true for Elle.

She was almost in a sort of stupor, without any reason as to why…physical and emotional pain overtook her, and an upsurge of dormant memories dragged her under the sands of time. In her eyes she was reluctant to go but her consciousness faded and blew her askew into the river of memories.

How painful were the wounds of a past life.

And how she remembered.

As she drifted into what seemed to be her waking, in truth she was watching a dream through her own eyes…or rather, the dream of a memory long past.

A glorious sunny day was bestowed upon the winter's harshness, and the tree leaves blew off of their final resting places in the ground, flying once more for their last sawn song. The robins sat in placid bliss and watched fate deal an ultimately cruel hand to a pretty young woman.

She had almost shoulder-length hair, whose sleek wings shone a lovely oaken-gold, and her figure rather curvy, and quite voluptous. This young woman whose waist was not imprisoned by a corset and who walked in public clad in a low necked gown, in her stocking feet.

A free-spirited soul trapped within her mortal body with no escape.

She was a very pretty young woman, we dare not say lady, for proper ladies in that time were as refined and certainly were not given liscense to run about in their stocking feet, and to display a rather large amount of bosom.

But as we have said once before, nothing vulgar emanated from her, only verse…

Had a young man gazed into her eyes, eyes that were as deep and rich as the brilliant crimson blood that dripped from the murderer's gibbet thrown into flame, he would have taken a step back…and probably been taken as mad or at least in need of a bloodletting of sorts. Her eyes were, so to say, striking, and almost frightening in their likeness.

Elle recognized this young woman who was the same age as she.

For it was she herself.

A/N: Part of a larger chappie that shall be done today as well! Or soon…it depends if I am in the mood for a delightful bit of glorious procrastination or not! :) The next chapter is still Elle dreaming about the day she met Kye, and it gets rather sweet and fluffy! I've been waiting to get some well-deserved fluff for Elle and Kye, even if soon after they were followed by a rather gloomy sheet of misery! Oh well! :) Keep on reviewing me, guys!

PS: To Satine89: I did sort of think you were dead but thank you for informing me of your presence of still being among the living! Please someone give me the lyrics to Simple Plan's "Perfect," because I need to finish a songfic for you!!!

Ja Ne

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