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 Nineteen: My Dearest
She lay in flowers, her eyes open and glowing with sorrow.
Elle looked around her, the ground was covered in flowers, and the blossoms from the willows danced about her in the wind. The grass, lush and green, was her pillow. The flowers her unearthly blanket.
She had returned to the earth.
Gone was the smoke and the fire. Gone was the death, the rotting, the tears, the agony and delirium. Gone was betrayal by man and gone…
Was her dearest.
Undisturbed, she lay down, her oaken-gold hair laying in ruffles around her, like a deserted goddess of the forlorn.
Now the sun shone down on her body, and paradise was here, as she watched the fluffy clouds fly over her dusky crimson eyes. The only word that went through her head was…
'Why?'
Elle mouthed it aloud in her distraught voice.
Desperately, and slowly, the young woman threw flower petals in the breezes that whirled softly around her, and saw stone.
Big enough to fit a human inside, shaped like a coffin and with the leprosy of time covering it in moss, the macabre beauty of it all engaged her to touch it.
She struck gentle fingers on its surface. Tracing letters, she read them.
His name was apparent as she recoiled and threw herself upon the grass and flowers.
Tears trickled down a white cheek as she clutched the flowers in her hand. Elle opened her hand to find they were crushed.
'So this…is how fragile life is….' she thought to herself. 'This is how fragile he was….'
Throwing desperately the flowers to the ground, Elle plaintively questioned aloud, "Why?…Why is he not alive, while I breathe?"
She received no answer and grew uncontrollably sad.
Tears cascaded down her cheeks but no color came to her face, she was white. White with the radiance of not living or dying.
"WHY!" she screamed, crows fluttering away from their perches.
And though no words came, Elle knew.
'I never existed, did I?' she questioned with a wry, despairing smile, 'I've been here all along…Kye has existed….and I haven't…'
Walking shakily to the coffin that caged the beloved, she laid atop it, covered in roses.
'Then why did he see me? Why did…everyone see me….?'
'Am I a dream, or are they?' she paused, 'No…I…am not a dream. Neither or they. But I might be….I might be a….'
She looked to the willows that lay in arches over her for guidance.
'Am I…'
Suddenly she stopped, not wanting to know the answer and embracing the stony surface for comfort. Elle smiled warmly at the coffin amidst all the flowers, knowing he rested contently.
'I'm a phantom aren't I?'
'No.' said a voice that she recognized. 'You're nothing…you're only my dearest.'
It was him.
His black hair ruffled in the wind, he walked toward her with the same smile she wore. Desolate, melancholy, and one of all-consuming love.
This was their solace and their prize.
Without a word, he laid down with her on the ebony casket and embraced her.
Elle did not weep. She smiled and closed her eyes, flowers entombing the both of them.
"I will love you forever. And this isn't the end." he whispered.
"No….it's our beginning…" she whispered slowly, as if by song.
No more was said.
Moving closer, their mouths met. A kiss covered in flowers, with a gentle scent…serenaded by the wind's breath…unmoving, unblinking. Walking in a dream of ecstasy….
Eternity.
"My dearest…." they whispered in Paradise.
The Beginning
A/N: It's such a happy ending for them…they've gone through so much….and now though, doesn't it seem sad?
I hoped you enjoyed this story, and I'm kind of sad to see it end…almost…
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed it and stayed with it, especially Satine89, and Squirrel Fraulein! Thank you!
Farewell all of you, it's their beginning but this story's end, so now I should end it.
The End
TTFN!