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 -) …umm—If you want to know their entire story, read the Authoress Note at the end, it shall explain some things…such as the Japanese! - Stay tuned, meh friends! Or..flamers! DIE FLAMERS!!!
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 Five: Unexpected Melodies
The song rang throughout her mind, clouding her vision and making it hard to breathe, but quickly Elle regained consciousness, though she did not want to leave…such sweet memories, and they were forever lost.
She recalled, in a faint singing voice that was nearly a weak whisper, another remnant of the song…
Their eternal lullaby.
Elle lisped her beloved melody, and her voice became clear and beautiful…ringing in the hallway of her small home.
"My dearest…won't you come back to me?
My dearest I cannot see…
Deep in the darkness of time.
Within the sleeping poppies, your voice is sang
Where is my child? Where is my dearest?
Then make a shroud for me…
Deep in the darkness of time, my love
Deep in the darkness of time…
We'll cover our graves with violets..
Violets are blue, and my love is true…
Deep in the darkness of time…."
Her lips ceased moving in speech and her voice drew out into a low whisper once more. She grew pale and, raised her white hand to the cheek of someone sitting beside her.
His breath was regular, and she, realizing that it was not a person but a worldly spectre, embraced the figure who had been watching her sing…
A cheek grew closer to hers, and Elle felt a rosy color grace her cheeks…
Lips touched, ectasy, pure bliss….
She drew back from the young man, paralyzed.
"Kye?"
A vast, substantial nod, and a grin was all the proof this lovelorn young woman required…she knew it was him.
His voice…how well she knew it!
"Kye! I've missed you…" she sighed tearfully.
He held her close, "And I you, Elle…"
They lay on the floor of the room, breathing gently, and feeling the song once again rise to power in their hearts.
Once again, each lover's soul belonged to the other…
Such a heartfelt word!
"Do I need to travel the world, my love…
Deep in the darkness of time?
Do I need to look to the night sky, my love?
To uncover your loving rhyme?
Pas bluets sont bluets, roses sont roses…
Bluets sont bluets, j'aime me amour…
Bluets sont bluets, j'aime me amour…
Deep in the darkness of time, my love…
Deep in our darkness of time."
The song was ended…finally…
Elle remembered the moments when the fire had singed her great garnet eyes and long lashes, the song, even then, they could not finish…
It may have been the guilt of a murderer, Kye, or, maybe the punishment of an undeserving, Elle…
It may have been both, but it did not matter now.
Within his arms, she felt the safest and warmest she had ever felt…
He the same.
Deep within, the hearts was aflame and frozen, the piercing light melting both, and setting them free…
O how souls unfettered fly and soar!
He heard her sweet breath, it did him good…
But he could not stay.
He must flee, for he knew what was coming.
But even when they would disappear once more together, she would always be his princess…
She would always be immortal.
Invincible.
The most beautiful shining star…
The door slammed open, and fell to the floor with a deafening thud.
Kye's viridescent eyes widened.
A series of people clad in blinding white filed in through the broken doorway calmly, but with an air of acute danger…
Standing behind them, a young woman with the same eyes as his love stared at him serenely.
Elle gasped, as if trying to choke.
Jeanne?!
A/N: Cliffhangeh! Yay! - I think SOMEONE actually likes this story…o god, I feel so bad for putting this on , not sorry for flamers, but sorry for the story itself! I am a crappy writer and won't deny it!
Okeh, EllKye's Little Sob Story!-
Elle was the daughter of a squire, and she was 20 when she met Kye, who was a foreigner, a Japanese to be exact…and at the time, the Inquisition was raging like a wildfire.
He was a Buddhist/Shinto, and had come to seek absolutely nothing in France, just to wander and be pleased by the landscape, much like Elle…however, he did not know of the Inquisition, and decided to show Elle a prayer and some other things, with some damned villager watching, and was found out and he had to kill the villager.
Elle knew someone had seen him kill the peasant, but wanted to die for him, and so she stepped up to the stake and died a murderess…a death for a death.
However, a day later, the scaffold hungered for blood, namely the true culprit. Kye was found. And Elle had died for nothing, for he was hung nonetheless.
Elle reincarnated into Jeanne's family (if she has one) and became her elder sister…she tried to live a normal life but in these next two or three chapters the tables really turn and Elle is completely betrayed again.
- Ja Ne- Neko-Neko Faust VIII
PS: That was the longest fricking author's note I have EVER written in my young, still blooming life…for I am but a teenager! . Weh!