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 Thirteen: Insane
He shifted in his chair. The psychologist looked uneasily at his patient, who was staring at him with the air of a basilisk goddess on high.
Elle laughed to herself, being around so many more people than she was used to, she ought to cause a bit of trouble while she was at it, didn't she?
That stare of hers, not evil, not good, but almost nothing, but almost everything…
Yet another exhaustive paradox.
He adjusted his half-moon spectacles, shifted again, and faced the young woman.
"…Miss…" he paused, looking at her name on the paper….from France? "L'ciel…?"
"Mm." she muttered dreamily, half awake.
What the psychologist did not know, was that she was not only half-asleep, she was half-alive.
"I'll just ask you a few questions. None too personal so it won't bother you, alright?"
She remained silent. He took this as compliance. It was confusion.
"Here we go….a good one…."
The prematurely grayed man asked a multitude of simple questions, all met by either indefinite answers, mortified utterings, or light giggles on Elle's part, and becoming thoroughly annoyed with the routine.
The psychologist, whose name Elle did not ask but was Dr. Rowles, asked the pale young woman a question which he was reluctant to ask. It was his duty, though. The sacrifices often make things worse.
"Do you think you are insane?" Dr. Rowles asked calmly, obviously not showing his uncertainty.
Her eyes glowed like a tiger's, as if she had been brought to life. They sparkled dangerously with the air of a woman who had been through fire and ice. To Hell and back.
She sat up, flowing, like the wings of a hawk.
Like the wings of a predator.
"Insane, is what you asked?" she said loftily. "…What is insane, anyway? Is it being institutionalized? No…someone would have to go through an excitement of sorts to be here. No…it's something different. Something much scarier."
She took a breath and continued. Inside, this was her truth. Her unpredictability, was what fueled her in life…Kye had it too.
"Look at these people. Look at you. You'll be sitting here, in the same place, doing the same thing, ten years from now. About twenty years later…." she said with a sigh. "Younger people will want you out, you'll become superfluous to them, and you will be superannuated. You'll spend the rest of your precious days in some retirement home in America, or London perhaps, sitting in the sun, and reading the newspaper. And before you know it, one day, you will wake up, screaming in a cold sweat, suffocating, feeling absolute terror….and why is that?"
Elle stared directly into his eyes. It seemed to pierce him.
"Because you just realized what a waste your life has been…because when you die and end your life, the toilers at the River STYX will ask you…."
He was stone-tongued.
"Was your life worth living or was it like that of the slaves?"
She coolly glided from the small room and down the hall…
He was enraged. He was not a plastic, unreachable mind-player…someone who would turn someone inside out, have his methods turned against him, and then let them walk out. He had to think of something.
A lie was a good way to go. He bitterly thought to himself.
Why was everyone against her? It may seem delusional but only two were with her. Kye. Lyserg.
Thank you.
"Nurse…." he called slowly. The short-haired dark woman walked into the room.
"What is it?" her question was innocent.
He slapped himself mentally. "I fear that she's dangerous. You might want to give her some pills…or something."
"Yessir."
She walked from the room…solemnly, with the bottle in her hand.
Elle saw her, and just realized how easy it was to get away from this private little hell. The bottle the nurse was carrying was a bottle of vodka.
She wasn't going to do it. But Elle would like to do it herself.
"May I have that?" she said, pointing to a syringe hanging from the nurses' gray pocket. "You see, I've been having trouble, this patient is complaining of pains."
The nurse was already half-soused. Degenerate. Of course, maybe that was her escape.
Elle masquerade as a nurse, without a costume? The drunken woman did not see any reason why this young lady was not a nurse. She handed over the syringe, overflowing with an anesthetic that was most likely morphine.
Jeanne's elder sister flashed her a quick, bright, eccentric smile that was very common of her. For once in a long time, Elle was actually happy without knowing why.
When she returned to her room, a thinly disguised cell, she saw Lyserg on the floor playing with a paper pendulum…
Her hair blew with the air that came from the slam of the door.
The needle felt cool and refreshing against her soft skin as it penetrated her vein. The liquid flowed through her as she drifted into a dream reality that left her wondering…
"What truly is insanity?"
As soon as her voice said the immortal question, Elle saw Kye beside her.
"Morning my dearest."
"It's night." she responded.
"It's both." he said kindly.
"That sounds good."
A/N: Confusing yet again! Next chapter something very eventful happens, Jeanne's return! Oh just to tell you I myself am not sure if Kye was truly there or not, figure it out on your own!
Also, Satine89, I read all of the new chapters on Les Shamans Miserables, and they were wonderful, absolutely great. I especially liked when Marius/Marioh sang, All In My Heart…in the book that did not happen, but you're following the musical, right? Wunderbar work! I felt so badly for Eponine/Tamanine, and I liked how you added things! Mien gott!
I wonder how you shall tackle Javert/Lyvert's end later on….when will Gavroche make an appearance (unless I've missed it.)
Do you think squirrels eat ice cream? Thank you for reviewing and reading this story, SquirrelFraulein! Let's be friends, ok? I was not aware Marco's chapter in Waltz of the Pants was up! I have you on Author Alert but it didn't alert me, damnit!
Thanks guys…it feels so good to have friends! I can't E-Mail…. Being young sucks but then again I guess when you grow up you can't be young again, right?
JA NE FOR NOW- Neko-Neko Faust VIII