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 Cruelty of Passion
Marco was only human. He knew he hadn't killed Jeanne. Not even phased her—physically—at least….
Still he held peril within himself, the need to get rid of all his burden, and create a new burden. The burden to live for himself. Not the X-Laws. Not Jeanne.
Certainly not this fragile creature who was own the brink of mental burnout! He didn't need anyone depending on him right now.
"Marco…." Elle called into the darkness.
He turned his head, "What is it, Elle?"
"Come off it. Go be with Jeanne, you know you were made for each-other, in this world and the next. You know it. Just like…"
Elle felt herself weakening…she had been a fool to let loose, Marco didn't know about Kye…but Elle knew that Jeanne knew…and how it hurt her.
"Marco?" she called once again.
He smiled troublingly, trying to be gentle, he was breaking down as well.
Elle looked at him through pained garnet eyes and a said in a shaking voice, "It's hard to lie."
She fell limp again in the backseat of the corvette, the open window dripping lovely raindrops onto her skin.
Water feels like love, doesn't it?
And like a ripple on water, she wouldn't be caught, she gets close to you and then moves away….but someday she had let loose, and this was her downfall.
"Elle…you feel too violently, and I don't feel at all…." he said sadly, "Or is it…."
He paused as he drove into the parking lot.
"The other way around?"