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 Something (I honestly forgot which one it was): Anniversary

"Elle, wake up. It's my anniversary!" cried a joyful greenette, bursting through the young woman's groggy sleep with another exclaimation of, "Bonjour!"

She smiled softly, and shook her sleeping body from the tousled sheets, and quickly took on a puzzled expression. "Anniversary?" she yawned quietly.

He nodded with zeal, "Yes! My anniversary! Isn't today just so happy? It's my own very special holiday!" Lyserg looked at her with a pleading question in his eyes, "Would you celebrate with me?"

Still completely bewildered, Elle tried to process in her cloudy mind what exactly the holiday was. "The anniversary of what, exactly, Lyserg?" she rumpled his hair like a big sister.

Lyserg laughed weakly. "The anniversary….of when I killed my parents."

She stared at him, not terrified, not angry, not sad…total zero. So this was what it was like to feel nothing. Elle had always felt too violently, now she felt nothing at all….it was wonderful and bitter and sweet.

"Oh…" she murmured. "Alright, dearest…why don't we celebrate? It's an occasion after all."

Her large crimson eyes closed, and her long eyelashes fluttered against her cheek as the wind from an open window touched her skin…

Window?

She glanced over. "A hole…in the wall…."

Now the young boy looked melancholy, curled up in the corner whispering to himself, greeting the memories of his mother and father…he was the one who had killed them in a fire. The same way she herself had died. In a fire.

The empathy coursed through her violently, like a turbulent stream. Elle looked the hole, just big enough for someone Lyserg's size to fit through, and small enough to cover with a pillow from a bed…he did not belong here. He belonged frolicking in the open air, bathed in sun, regaining his childhood and forgetting the past…

She beckoned to him. "Lyserg, please would you do something for me?"

He touched her hand, it was ice-cold and trembling, whiter than the moon and though warm with the scent that reminded him of his mother….lavender?

Lyserg backed away, "You are not my mother. You can't tell me what to do." he drew himself to his full height, which was not very tall.

Elle still sat on the floor, unaffected and still smiling that betrayed smile of hers that drove him crazy. "You know what I want you to do. Do it. Trust me….I won't die on you. I won't let you set me on fire. I am the fire that never burns out, you can hurt me as much as you want…I won't stop. All I do is linger. I give you free license to do what you like with me…"

He stared at her blankly with the look of an idiot on his face. "Okay then….how about this, mother?" the thread of his frangible sanity had broken…he was on the edge and already falling. "How about this?"

She just stared at him as the lighter singed the air around her. He couldn't do it. And she knew.

Elle began to recite a verse…

"The wind could throw…

It could stab.

It could fell the wildflowers.

Ivy creeps upon your sleeping eyes…

Is it though, suffocation that killed you?

Or is it the pain of a life never lived?

You ponder, you pour crimson.

As the poppies befall you yourself…

More alone than anyone could ever aspire to be…

Longing for everlasting sleep.

A goddess of light…"

"I HATE YOU!" he screamed, his voice bouncing off the antiseptic walls. "I hate you and if you were my mother I'd kill you! I'd kill you over and over again! Let me leave!"

"That's what I want you to do." she whispered.

As he drew himself closer to the hole in the white wall, Lyserg boiled with rage. He felt the need to say goodbye to her, he knew she had made a sacrifice, however much he know despised her.

"Mother, I have a question for you…." Why was he calling her 'mother'? Elle was not his mother….but it was the memory of her that wracked his body with sobs, the same memories that made him cry for the young woman sitting calmly before him.

"What is it?" again her voice was toneless but loving, light and cold. She wondered vaguely what it felt like inside a glacier…

He pushed himself through the tunnel and stuck his head back in to bid her farewell.

"I think I'm going to look like you when I grow up….what do you think?"

As he ran away, Elle's emotions burst out, and she shuddered as she looked at him.

"You better pray to god not….you poor child…." her voice was full of sorrowful pity and regret. "You poor baby."

A/N: Turning point! This was a really important chapter, so the next one is also important! Time for Jeanne's re-entrance! Guess what happens? It's BIG! This story is almost over, only a little bit more to go. I have two other stories planned after this and Hoshiko, and I think I'll put off Shaman Idol 2 for a little bit….