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 Ten: Flowers That Are Caged

The sign above the parking lot, darkened by night, and isolation, read: Northern Yorkshire Mental Asylum.

Elle cringed slightly, but welcomed the solitude once more, she, only through reading, was familiar with the customs of an institution, and her inclinations toward it were wrong.

Of course, she knew that too.

But ignorance is bliss, and why do you want to know the truth?

If the truth could be dangerous…?

Marco gave a large, releasing sigh, as if metal had been lifted from his chest, as he reluctantly carried the half-aware young woman across the unmoving pavement and into the building.

The sliding glass doors were automatic…she gave an involuntary whimper of surprise, having been isolated from technology for quite awhile, and Marco looked at her suspiciously.

"Noo…" she said softly, attempting to feign a nightmare.

It was difficult for her, but it was profound to Elle how easily she could lie-that-and how many people believed her.

Quite a useful little talent.

Oh well.

As the tall blonde man moved sleepily to the front desk, he noticed how his fatigue was painfully noticeable…he wondered if they would think he to be the crazy one…but…

Elle wasn't really crazy, was she?

Just different…

The woman at the front desk looked slightly harrassed, probably from dealing with nut jobs day and night, thought Marco scathingly. He did not like disturbed people. That insanity is given to the sinful was his belief. (A/N: That's utter rubbish!)

"Hello sir…" she said tiredly. "What do you need? Let me guess…you need a little rest? One 'o those types of guys, huh?"

Marco didn't like her attitude. He would have unnerved at every possible chance he got had it not been for the flower whom he had resting in his hands.

"No…it is this young lady." he said, with a now semi-serene air that was not uncommon of him. He had regained his composure. "She had a sort of mental breakdown at her home, and I was there….and….I…."

"Yeah, yeah." she said haughtily. "I know, you took 'er here…Tell me her name, and some info, then I'll get her booked and we can get this overwith. Too many crazies out these days…'specially her, her looks are misleading, eh?" she finished with a slight laugh.

"Oh her name? Elle L'Ciel…she's French, a poetess…she lives somewhere by a moor over there…" he said, with a rather crude hand gesture, motioning toward the road.

"'Kay. That's all I need. Shut up, get some shut-eye, and lay her down over there." the woman pointed to a couch lying to the side of the lobby. "It's temporary 'till you leave, and I can get a doctor over here…we're kind of scantily staffed."

She resumed typing on the computer, and he knew by the rhythym of the clicks that she was typing in Elle's name…

He blushed….he was acting like a schoolboy again. "Why me?" he said under his breath.

Elle moved.

He stared at her, it was his goodbye…he might never see this beautiful creature again…Marco took his time.

The soft rustle of her sweater, and the sheen of her hair…her closed eyes with the long eyelashes….

Marco set her down lovingly on the couch and walked away.

"I am an X-Law…" he said to himself. "I must never let the curve of a hip, or the sparkle of a woman's eye be my downfall…"

And as he left the building, the receptionist heard him say, "I know I'm making a mistake but I don't even care anymore…."

"Maybe true flowers must be caged."

A/N: It's focused a lot on Marco lately, but in the next chapter it focuses on Jeanne (she didn't die.) and in the next it starts to mainly focus on Elle, and of course, Kye!! Also guess who else is there….you won't believe it. (hint hint…who else is british?)

And if you can't guess, I am sorry to say that while your retardation amuses me I must update something else.

Ja Ne! Sankyuu Satine89!!