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 Eleven: God Help the Outcasts

When Elle's eyes fluttered open, she was greeted by a concrete, shining bright white ceiling…she cringed.

"Too bright…." she said, turning over and putting the thin pillow neatly on the rumpled bedsheets. She must have had a rough sleep…

Elle did not remember anything from the previous night, but suddenly it all came back upon her.

She realized rather casually where she was.

"A…mental asylum…that's nice…" she said slowly, making sure she had it correct.

She did, much to her apathy.

"Oh well…" she sighed, getting out of bed, knowing she had nothing to do, until she remembered where she had put something special.

"Why would I even think of this?" she said semi-reluctantly. "O twisted mind of mine, now I thank you, for you have bestowed upon me the joy of my notebook…." her eyes gazed downward to the white dress she was now wearing.

She looked at her coat lying on the floor, the notebook was in it, and she smiled a disturbing smile, as she opened it.

"Hmm… 'Kye…' he left a note?" she smiled now again, but it was geniune. Nearly joy…and that is what it came to be.

'Dearest….' the oaken-haired young woman winced….that precious, sacred word….

She read on cheerfully.

'Elle…I am here. I know where you are….please don't forget. Jeanne is alive and well, although she has been crying for a while…how could Marco do this…bastard. You can never tell what he's doing, damn it all!'

Reaching the end, she paused for a minute.

'My Dearest Forever, Kye.'

Elle saw something at the bottom in small letters, 'Don't let vines of madness creep upon you…they hunger.'

"Just like him…" she shrugged and knew that what he had said was true…painfully so.

She turned around, someone was behind her, "Hello."

"…" she was silent but merely turned her dark eyes to the stranger.

A little boy?

He stood there, with a polite gesture, waving at her, with his longish green hair. "My name's Lyserg Diethyl….who are you? We're roommates, so I guess we have to get to know each-other."

He shrugged. "…"

Elle turned around. What a nice little boy….she hadn't known they kept children …a friend was a friend, and the purity of such children is charming.

Or at least, to her in that moment, he seemed pure…but he was no innocent…was he?

She released herself from her stupor and spoke to him. "I am Elle L'Ciel….it's a worldly pleasure to meet you…"

He nodded, "You too."

"You know…if you smiled, I bet you would be a very handsome boy." Elle gave him a gentle smile…the best she could do considering her current conditions.

"I can't." his face remained sorrowful. "That's kind of why I'm here."

"Could I see you smile maybe once while we are both living? Any day…just promise!"

"Fine…but why….?" he said, seemingly puzzled.

Elle bent down, her willowy body was quite a bit more slender, and taller than he was. "…Because it feels nice to really smile. Maybe I suppose we could teach each-other how."

"But you're always smiling, from what I've seen so far, Elle." said Lyserg, troubled.

"Heh heh…." she laughed wryly. "God help the outcasts, Lyserg."

"Yes." Lyserg didn't know what she meant, but he supposed he'd find it out soon, in one way or another. "We'll be friends."

He was so sinisterly naïve.

"Good night….or is it morning? It doesn't matter. Let's sleep." she said, fatigued.

Elle was exhausted…as if all of the energy had been seeped from her bones. She gave Lyserg a motherly kiss on the cheek and climbed into bed.

He did as well…both were tired without knowing why…maybe it was loneliness being released.

Or maybe it was the melding together of sinister naivete and of sinister wisdom.

Maybe it was simply the bonding of the afflicted.

"What is will be. What isn't won't be. Just remember that, okay?" he said into the timeless day or night.

Elle mentally nodded.

Or….maybe…

It was the destiny of outcasts.

"God help the outcasts…" she whispered to herself.

"God help we outcasts….or nobody will…."

A/N: Creepy ending, ne? Well half of it, is because I was sick again and I spent the whole day (supposed to be at school! Damn colds….) watching anime and random movies. I watched The Hunchback of Notre Dame while I wrote this, and the 'god help the outcasts' thing really explains how Elle and Lyserg are singled out…

Someone help da gypsies! (Frollo reminds me of Javert….well, they are by the SAME author)

A/N: EVERYONE LOVES VICTOR HUGO, THE BRILLIANT CREATOR OF LES MISERABLES, AND THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME! (and something else, but I don't care about that one.)

Ja Ne for Now- Even though only the blessed Satine 89 has reviewed this, I'm going to continue! Why? Because I for one, like this story, and for second, I enjoy putting things off I shouldn't be.

PS: Does anyone remember my story, Shaman Idol? Yes? No? Well now we are all honest-to-god afraid of cows….and Javert.