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 Four: The Day We Met
She looked upon the self of her past, certainly a good lot more naïve, but blissfully so…why did things have to change?
Why indeed.
The girl walked about the gardens, caressing the trunks of both the newborn and dying trees, whispering to them, almost encouraging them to live.
Only twenty-three, and yet, so much older than the other girls in mind…
And to say that now she was less naïve? That was painful in the place where is hurt the most.
In that time, in the time of the Inquisition, only twenty-three, yet already known as, "the eccentric young woman in red," for she only wore that colour, and still in a second life, more empty than anything she had experienced, had resolved to do so, known as the "half-cracked daughter of Squire L'Ciel."
How many railleries had she endured? Surely many, though she did not care.
Elle watched herself as if she were looking into a mirror, she had not changed in the least bit, and nor had she forgotten him.
She could not bring herself to.
Why is that?
Simply because she would not.
Suddenly, a black-haired, narrow, almost agonizingly handsome man walked up to the girl…
His walk was more of a stride, though rather forced…as if trying to convey confidence and yet so downtrodden.
His free, celestial green eyes, much like hers, had the slightly sad-looking expression of wishing to leave the imprisoning frame of their bodies…
It made her wish to shed tears for this mysterious young man.
Instead, the young woman, moved by his appearance and expression, waltzed over to him, and grasped his and firmly…
Already her grip was wispy, for she had no desire to remain in an earthly world of flesh, and neither did he, for they only wished to become aerial spirits, and watch and listen…but never speak.
For words uttered are the most venomous weapon.
He was aware of her advances, and smiled a warm smile, "Hello." he said simply.
She returned the smile, with a similar greeting and a smile of her own. "How are you?"
The polite, controlled banter did not last long, knowing the two's personalities.
The young man, sensing this restless maiden's boredom, broke the ice so kindly.
"It's only a morning when the birds are out that we start to live!"
The young man shouted this, and without getting any approval, without any preamble as meant to be used by a proper gentleman, literally swept her off of her feet, her skirts swooshing in the air for all to see, much to her chagrin but slight impish joy. He picked her up and held her, than broke into a youthful run down the street.
The young woman laughed, her laugh was thoroughly enchanting, like a woodland nymph lost in the city.
He was immediately in love with her, and knew it to be so.
And when he began to laugh as well…
She was immediately in love with him, and knew it to be so.
They reached their unknown, both to them and to every soul that probably exists on our planet, destination by just the precious moment where the clock ticks and tells the moon that night has fallen.
He set her down on the lush green grass of the majestic lakeside, and he sat close beside her…they began to talk of the whimsical dreams that enamored them.
They spoke of their dreams, their goals, denouncements, personal tragedies, precious moments, even the skeletons that lay deep within the closets of their souls…
And by the end of the conversation, the young man held the young woman's soul, and the young woman, his.
Closely, they touched lips, tenderly, they embraced…
One kiss, that was all.
And oh how aromatic a kiss it was! Not chaste, not unclean, but within Nature itself and so touching in its love that it could soften a heart of granite…
So sweet and melting.
They still held each-other.
"May I ask…" spoke he, with a thoughtful pause, "What your name might be?"
She held his hand and nodded warmly.
"It is Elle. Elle L'Ciel….what is yours?"
"Kye Soleil….you're beautiful…."
The lovers laid down in the fresh spring grass that smelled of our ever-nourishing, ever-loving Earth, and as they closed their eyes, nestled together, they sang softly a heartful tune.
"Deep in the darkness of time, my love…
Deep in the darkness of time.
I hear your voice,
Fading quick, like the dove…
Deep in the darkness of time.
My love…my love…
Deep in the darkness of time, my love…
Deep within the darkness of time…"
A/N: I love this chappie! I hope it receives the reviews it deserves, I worked hard on this…:) I love how Elle and Kye met!! squeal Sorry. Thank you to all my reviewers, coughcoughSatine89coughcough and Satine89, please update Les Mis, so I can sing along!!! Yay! Yay 4 ElleKye 4Ever! (graffitis the bathroom wall and inhales the paint) coughcough (convulsive coughing fit) Damn you ElleKye!!!
ElleKye: What? (innocent gaze) We're just the typical doomed lovers…
Me: The typical doomed lovers who reincarnate as THEMSELVES about a few centuries LATER and---
Faust: Shut up, you'll ruin your plot secrets.
Eliza: Like those retarded soap-opera magazines.
Me: Oh, umm—to all the people I reviewed, sorry if I sounded like I'm on crack like Silva when I reviewed you, I'm not. I am but a weird girl who uses umbrellas in daylight and runs around chasing squirrels.
People I Reviewed: Silva's on crack?
Me: Of course.
All: Well, yeah.
Ja Ne- Neko-Neko Faust VIII