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 Seventeen: My Beautiful Nightmare

'The sinners spell it out….the illusion of a fine love…."

Elle opened her eyes with a brilliant white light surrounding her.

As she adjusted her frazzled vision, she shifted comfortably, serene and self-possessed in a place that seemed of nothingness. As she would be.

Thinking of her sister Jeanne, and Marco, she smiled in the blinding whiteness, knowing she had left them to what was her wish for her sister: happiness.

Elle knew there would be no funeral for her, no remembrance, no obituary, no notice of her death. And with that thought she smiled once more. The tangled, delicate grass was her coffin; the flowers that would grow from her shell would be the obituary, the trees would be her priests. The ever-kind, omniscient druids.

And now, she realized, just how alone she was. And how alone she would always be. Like she was in a bubble watching this blank world, and nobody could hear her, or see her. Nobody knew her, and she knew no one. '

Nothing had color, or sound or sight. But she could see. She could hear. And the law couldn't touch her. Not the laws of man, of humanity, or of gravity, as she floated mercurial.

Testing to see if she could hear herself, she repeated a well-remembered verse from the days of bygone fire.

'He is asleep. Though his mettle was sorely tried.

He lived, and when he lost his angel, died.

It happened calmly, on its own.

Like the way night comes when day is done.'

Trying to remember the book in which she had read it, Elle turned her mind inward….agonizing, wracking her memory for something.

This was the first time she had remembered something in so long….all this time, Elle had tried to forget….and she could not. She could not forget, she could not remember, life was a paradox in whole.

"Les….Miserables…." she whispered, forming the words.

A cutting red light ripped through the seams of the perfect whiteness.

"Les Miserables? …Is it that you speak of us?" said a gentle, rough voice.

She turned around in shock.

"…Kye….?"

All of the color that had been lost came back to her cheeks, her eyes sparkled like darkened rubies, and the wind, as if from nowhere, swept her hair, and swept her, into his arms.

"Dearest…." she looked elated. In ectasy.

"We're a funny pair aren't we…?" he laughed morosely, holding his beloved affectionately, and staring into her eyes.

Elle questioned him with a puzzled expression.

"All these years…all these pains and trials and tribulations, and still….still we are dying." he looked not at her, but through her. There was nothing behind her to look at, Elle thought, there is nothing behind me.

"Why are we dying? I see nothing." she said calmly, but with a pang of surprised hurt in her tone…Kye had never seen her like this. So weak and vulnerable.

Back in the rolling purple moors where she had seen him again, he had known this was her last chance, her last life, and after that…who knows…this was her last hour.

So many finalities, so much sorrow. All laid upon her at once. Elle shattered. She knew by the look on his honest countenance.

"…Elle….open your eyes." he said, his voice quivering.

She closed her eyes, and opened them once more only to wish she had kept them closed.

This was the beginning and the ending of her beautiful nightmare, and Kye knew it would be his as well….

A/N: Okay! Next chapter, I think, is the last! Either that or maybe one after that! I'm getting so close to the end and I think I've almost made a friend out of Elle, which is scary, since she doesn't exist. (or does she?)

To Squirrel Fraulein: Yes, of course I would love to e-mail back and forth! I'm getting my own address soon, since I'm getting a computer of just my own….Here is my current e-mail, don't make fun of it, it's my grandmother's, okay: anyone else uses this, except Satine89 if she can, and if you ask me first, I shall find demons of the netherworld and psychotic bunnies and squirrels to hunt you down and rip your flesh off of your bones.

E-mail me first, okay Squirrel Fraulein? Because I don't know YOUR e-mail address. I'll check the profile though….so you e-mail me or I e-mail you or…(24 hours later….)

Thank you for liking Elle's character so much! I like her as well!

Bye-Bye! (I'm preparing to cry for the next chapter….TT)