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.

Marco gazed into her eyes, pensive…..was she a goddess come to earth?

But that was a pagan sin, it was totally against Iron Maiden Jeanne…his true goddess.

Wasn't it she whom he had looked after since birth? But Elle had always been that dark little child in the corner, playing with dolls and writing down obscure verses, watching her little sister be showered in pure light.

However, when you were asked to question whether a child was really a child or not, you begin to question your own sanity. Such as she did every day.

And every day, Elle felt herself slipping farther and farther away.

Jeanne knew it too.

And what pained her most was that Kye was so blissfully unaware.

O god!

She stirred, finally, after what seemed, and was in fact, hours of utter silence..

And how great that silence had been for him! Watching the slow descent and rise of her chest as she breathed, so sultry but distant in the way that she wasn't unwilling but that she was simply unable.

She looked like a woman who had turned inward and found a great and familiar sadness there…Marco saw it within her, as she walked away.

Night had fallen as the brunette disappeared into the outdoors by the fringe of the forest.

Marco walked, sprightlike, into the bedroom he and Jeanne were…sharing.

He embraced her, and gave her a chaste kiss, longing for more and once again feeling the warm air that her sister had breathed into the bitter coldness of the house.

And now it grew warm, but forbidding.

Jeanne looked rested, and gave her blonde crusader a peck on the cheek.

She saw his expression and was troubled, "Marco…something is bothering you….would you tell me?"

He looked at her, so innocent and at the same time so knowing…her eyes were like Elle's but so much different, and hidden beneath a nunlike veil.

"Well…I would just like to know more about your sister, Elle…she didn't say much."

He subconsciously blushed.

"Well, she never says very much…" sighed Jeanne, "She doesn't move much, either. But when she does, you wouldn't like to know her…yes, it's only verse, but have you thought it's something else…?"

Marco shrugged.

"Don't be so indifferent…oh Marco, you've been like this since you met her…what's wrong?"

Finally he reconciled to Jeanne what he had been holding back for so long…or at least as the day turns into night.

That gentle scent…

Elle' scent…

Of the brilliant madness that comes with blood and fire dealt in love.

Passion subdued.

"Blood."

Jeanne gave a small start, "What?"

He repeated, "Blood."

Jeanne nodded slowly… "You mean Elle don't you?"

"Yes…" he said solemnly, eyes downcast and fiddling with the silken sheets.

"True, she has the scent of blood as much as that man Kye…it's sad. She's not listening to anyone anymore, is she?"

Marco lowered his eyes more. "Yes, and she's sad as well…it seems like she's hiding inside herself."

How little they knew. It was true of Elle, but not of Kye.

Kye was hiding outside of himself.

"And the tumble in my heart is so betrayed

By rolling waves…

Listen…speak.

Breathe, at least.

My ivory statue so alone and yet loved.

A soul lingering where earth and sky meet.

Neither are your true place.

I see you clinging…

To the cobwebs pointing downward in the wind."

Elle took a breath…that was the last poem she would speak…for how she wanted to be silent.

To fade into shadow…

Within the clouds of light.

Behind her, he stood.

"I promised I would finish, Elle."

And so he did…but Elle knew his words before he began to lisp them.

"Knowing you would die before

You reached heaven.

But knowing you would live

Before you reached hell.

The gravedigger beckons, the hangman begs for blood,

And so it begins with a toll of the bell."

He smiled, as did she…what ectasy we humans feel as we are not accepted but cast out!

A silence vow, broken of course, but it would begin soon…just as soon as he faded away, which she knew he would.

Just like always.

And then it would play his symphony, and she would fall speechless.

"A glass moon and marble stars..

The sinners spell it out…

The illusion of a fine love."

A/N: Next chapter ish the turning point! Sankyuu Satine89! You're the best! Thank you for the lyrics, I'll get to that as soon as I can, okay? Just be a little patient! You're doing rather well on Les Mis, a standing ovation for you!

Now to work on Hoshiko!!!!