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 -) - Stay tuned, meh friends! Or..flamers! DIE FLAMERS!!! Sankyuu for reading and keeping with this outnumbered, disliked, lonely little fic of mine…
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 Nine: The Winding Road
"Jeanne…what happened?" Marco said, shaking his bangs from overlapping his spectacles.
Jeanne looked back to the backseat of the little red corvette (A/N: Yes I know about the van but I wanted something different.) where her sister was slumbering in a sorrowful peace.
Her gaze wandered to her elder sister's face now. So pretty, but…sinisterly knowing.
Wicked wisdom?
I think not.
Jeanne finally answered Marco. "…I don't know…she was born in the wrong time." she finished with a serene smile.
"Hm?" his knuckles slightly tightened on the wheel. Jeanne noticed.
"She would have made a wonderful pagan princess…or a lone priestess so long ago…in the darker ages of humanity's past…when Christianity hadn't yet taken over….our cause, Marco. Maybe that is why Elle feels so strongly. Maybe that is why she barely feels at all. She's a paradox."
Marco now stared back at her, rather moronically ignoring the road.
A paradox….? He had known it when he had first heard her whispery out of thin air is if by an enchantress…
Without using any magic, Elle herself was an echantress.
His true maiden.
Jeanne looked at him pensively, knowing what he was thinking. She turned her head, and cried silently in the corner of the seat, look out the rain-splattered window and listening to the drops.
Marco snapped.
"Dammit!" he shouted, clenching the wheel and pushing on the gas pedal manically.
Jeanne still cried in the corner. Elle slept.
As the car screamed on the gravel roads of rural England, heading toward the city, Jeanne turned to him her tear-stained face.
"Marco…where are you going?" she asked…
Her state of inexorable calm, serenity, and hope had shattered….all was lost right now. But tomorrow she would be again serene, otherworldly, unhuman Iron Maiden Jeanne.
"Dammit! Damn it all to hell, Jeanne! I can't can't take this! I can't take it anymore!"
They were going 180 miles per hour…
Jeanne knew what he was going to do. And she knew first he would get rid of her.
"…and so opens the car door." Elle sighed wryly.
She had not been asleep. She was never asleep.
And she had to pretend to be. She had to pretend everything to live.
And so the corvette's door opened.
Marco's hand pushed the radiantly lovely Jeanne farther toward the edge.
And as the moving car tore on…
Jeanne, the heavenly, beautiful, sinless, pure Iron Maiden perished on the hard pavement.
Or so it may be.
A/N: We don't know if she's truly dead or not, it's up to you to decide! Of course, only I know, but who cares!! I haven't updated for a while…sorry. Not that anyone cares about poor little Aisubeki Dearest…