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 Sixteen: The Nymph Who Died In A Looking Glass
Marco sat in the red corvette, his heart burning with ugly regret, and overwhelming shame. The face of this implacable man, turned waxen and white from obsession, was strained with a foreboding worry.
Something flickered in his brain. Something that made Marco think like a clock. Tick, tock. Tick tock.
He could almost hear her light voice, taunting him….caressing him….suffocating him…he welcomed the loss of air…
'Hurry golden boy, her time's almost up…
We've taken what you'll miss the most
Where life's not worth living…
And dolls sing with feet of stone…
And hell walks laughing…'
Golden boy….golden boy…
"Damn it all!" he exclaimed with a rueful cry, running like a dervish into the white, unforgiving building as if the world were raining down on him.
'Golden boy, what's your name, at the top of the list?
As the lightning struck and maidens hissed
The dragon slept
It's going to be hell
As the joyful ringing, ringing, of the knell
Accompanies the dying symphony….'
In her room, he saw Jeanne, his poor Iron Maiden, falling apart in tears.
"Elle…dearest sister….please…" her eyes were pleading.
The blonde man, so conditioned by the new years of metal and war and technology, felt nothing. He felt nothing as Elle had felt nothing on Lyserg's anniversary. Total zero. It was sad…
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he looked down, silently sobbing, hoping no one could hear his cry….nobody heard Kye's cry, either…far in the depths of time and eternity, waiting for the bright light that waits in turn for him.
'Disillusionment can now begin…
As her bubble burst
And you fall
And maybe…you
Hear her song at the end
The song of death….?'
Elle opened her brilliant, earthy, garnet eyes slightly. "Oh, Marco is here now…." she said with an airy tone. "Marco, come over here."
And as he did, with a renewed strength she struck him. She struck him with all of the energy that remained in that fading, lovely body, and fell limp once more on the sterile pillow. Her eyes were open with awe of the world around her, finally trusting, finally being trusted.
Shocked, Marco stumbled backwards, but giving her a loving expression as he fell to his knees in despair. He had neither Jeanne nor Elle now.
"That is for my sister…." Elle whispered.
She was declining quickly, leaving Jeanne nothing to do but stand in helplessness and wait…Marco was in tears, Ell was also, in tears.
But in tears of joy….
"I hope I don't die here…." she sang to herself. "Not here."
Jeanne heard, not by ear, but by heart, and took Marco's hand. She slid it under Elle's body, the frail figure could not have weighed more than ninety pounds….what had happened to her?
His hands were warm and gentle carrying her, and his tears wet her skin with sorrow and affection as he carried her outside…Jeanne smiled at her beloved elder sister, she knew so much more than Jeanne would ever know. An innocent is, sometimes, more dangerous than a wiseman, and if so, Jeanne was a sharpened sword.
Harder than diamonds, softer than silk, their wills were opposite, yet the same as these two troubled clocks clicked slowly into one.
The sun shone down on her pale skin, and she felt herself slipping.
Elle took a look at her distraught younger sister's countenance and felt a painful pang of sorrow, "Jeanne, please, don't despair…I was dead anyway. Much before this I was dead."
Jeanne stared at her dumbly but inside, though it pained her, she knew what it meant and drew closer to her sister leaning against the fatherly oak.
"Every heart has a beginning and end, don't cry. Don't cry." she soothed Jeanne with the voice she read verse in. Wild, gentle, melancholy, and elevating. Loving, free, unique, dancing, sorrowful….Elle herself was all of these things and had always been…
And, so, 'How lovely,' she thought, 'To fade away among the grass and retreat into the earth….Thank you Jeanne, thank you. Thank you Marco.'
She rocked Jeanne back and forth like a child and all became quiet.
'The nymph who died in a looking glass….'
Marco also drew closer. This precious being who by the minute grew dearer and dearer to their hearts was declining before them and they could do nothing to stop it.
Resignedly, they gave in to the omnipotence of death and let it set its crown upon her lovely head.
Elle cushioned herself on the lush green grass of autumn, and gently held both Jeanne and Marco's hands, as the wind ruffled her hair.
With a sweet smile this tortured, kind, and sorrowful soul fluttered from its earthly shell, and sank into the motherly earth from whence it came…those white, slender hands stirred no more, and the brilliant eyes closed in calm freedom.
Moved to tears once more, her sister and unrequited lover sat in muffled silence as they watched for an angel with spread, tree-like wings to greet them once more and say farewell at the same time.
That was how it had always been, and how it would always be.
A/N: It isn't the end just yet! You'll definitely see more of Elle and definitely a lot more of Kye soon. And Marco and Jeanne! The ending to this story, is puzzling but sweet to me…so when you read it, I suppose you decide whether it's happy or not…
Yes, Squirrel Fraulein! I would love to be friends with you, it sounds fun, we'll keep in contact through reviews or if you can e-mail, e-mail me and if I plan it right I could send one back.
Satine89, yes it did seem like I was dead, but I wasn't…00 Umm—yeah, the collaboration fic thing just popped into my head. I can't e-mail either but sometimes I do when I have the chance. (i.e. grandmother not knowing.) So umm, yeah!
Bye, and I shall finish this story until the end! And Hoshiko, which I've been neglecting until this one is over!
Working on chapter seventeen, Neko-Neko Faust VIII