IMPORTANT!!!!

Okay so this isn't really all that important, but I wanted to get your attention. If you like this story, please go read and please review my other Kirges, they're shorter, and one chap only. Here is the list of them at the moment.

Theft

Don't Have To Be Strong

Eventually Isn't Here Yet

Damn It All

Bloody Hell

Perpetual Skies Meself

Guess

And there is one called: Search For The Blue-Haired Angel that I'll continue if I get enough reviews, and when I'm finished or at least almost finished with this chaptered fic. And the same thing goes for a chaptered fic called: Twisted Fate, though I may be more tempted to continue it.

P.S. I love Chrono Cross so damn much! Anyway, I'll probably too lazy to edit this, so this is all coming strait from my heart. This story will probably have like 20 something chapters, so you know. It isn't yet over, over halfway though.

Give The World

Chapter 17: Finally Truly Awake

Serge yawned, stretching slightly, the sun washing down upon him. He was rather stiff, though, it was only to be expected. Serge's neck cracked as he shifted, he'd slept in somewhat of an awkward position the previous night after all. He'd sat next to Kid's hospital bed, head rested on it, musing. The white sheets were still blinding. A warmth seemed to run through him as he gazed again at her childlike face, eyes closed peacefully, she'd fallen asleep in his arms and had only woken a few times, and only for a minute or so. Everyone had made the huge deal about everything that Serge knew they would, but first they let Doc bandage both him and Kid, Kid first, Serge refused to let them do anything with him until he was satisfyingly convinced him of Kid's prompting recover.

Serge smiled, a new light, maybe an old light. He could feel the wind rushing through his hair, see the memories…beaches, docks, hideaways…everything was as it should be, and he hadn't had to give the world. He had it back, almost, he had it right within his grasp, and he knew it could no longer slip away, it was comforting; a security, that was what his memories had turned into. No longer were they painful because he longed for them. Now they were joyful, simply because he'd once experienced them.

Another big fuss that'd came about was how wrong they thought Serge, or more so how wrong they thought it was for him to go off on such dangerous adventures all by himself. Along with the fact he refused to sleep in a proper bed, remaining loyal at Kid's bedside instead. Eventually they'd forced him to give in, but as soon as they left him be, he made a B-line to Kid. Serge was still anticipating the arrival of someone who'd noticed his leave. They'd come and be angry with him again. He didn't really care. While they'd made their fusses at him, he'd simply smiled, and shook his head, telling them he would be fine, the recent rarity of that smile had shut them up for a while, but a while was not the whole night.

Serge tore his gaze from Kid, seeing his pile of washed clothes in the corner; somehow they'd managed to salvage it. Serge stood, changing out of the uncomfortable clothes given to him, returning again to his normal attire. Kid would probably be happier to see him in that anyway. His bandaging only slightly altered the clothing, and he passed his reflection in a mirror. He still had indecent bags beneath his cobalt eyes, but at least they themselves were cobalt again. They weren't fading into some unknown gray, or held some immeasurable amount of suffering, they were Serge, almost they way they should be, and finally his hair fell in place correctly once more. Hey, not perfect, but it was most certainly a good start.

Serge passed his mirror reflection by, sitting back at Kid's bedside, arms resting on his knees, as he leaned against the wall. Serge looked down, his eyes trailing a wound running down his arm. He figured it should really be hurting him at the time being, though it did not. It was strange. He was sore, and felt a little weak, but nothing as major as it should have been in comparison to his many injuries. It wasn't that he was numb, more so he was so incredibly not numb, that he didn't feel it, he wasn't extraordinarily happy, but he wasn't depressed, and it seemed like the pain was just a havoc in his head, didn't affect him anymore. Or maybe it was just because he had Kid sitting next to him, the only person able to keep him going. Everything flooded constantly back to him.

There was a slight stirring beside Serge, who looked up instinctively, dropping the reminiscing of his mind. Kid's cerulean eyes starred at him. Silence. Silence. There was nothing to say. But Serge found condolence in the eyes before him, and wondered if they found the same in his.

"Serge! Dude, ya gotta stop running of like that." Doc's tone held slight frustration as he told this to Serge. Silence broken. Serge stood. "Dude!" Doc exclaimed. "You can't go walking around in your kinda condition."

"I'll be fine." Serge reassured, the humor evident in his voice.

"No dude, you should definitely be in bed. 100 in bed at all times starting last night." Doc argued.

"I was fine last night, I'm fine now." Serge explained patiently, verge of chuckling.

"Dude, no. You were not fine last night; you're not fine now, ok. I mean, you are and were a bloody mess." Doc began over to Serge, who shrugged. "I know you're the almighty hero and all of that but still." Doc sighed. "Next time you can go ahead and be fine okay, but this time that aint the case." Doc paused. "Actually you might be fine if you'd let us help."

"Get off it already." Serge rolled his eyes, glancing down at Kid, who'd most obviously been watching the scene.

"Serge-" Doc started, but was cut off by Kid.

"Leave the poor bloke alone." Kid let out a small chuckle; it was the first time she'd spoken yet. "He's obviously been through enough without all ya bloody fussin all round em." Kid sat up in bed. "I think ya need to be a lil more considerate of em." Doc's mouth dropped as if Kid had just uttered the most profound thing ever spoken. Serge chuckled.

"I just don't want him dying on us." Doc sighed. "I'm worried…I'm being considerate."

"Okay, well I'm sure Serge really appreciates it. Don't ya Serge?" Serge nodded to Kid's question. "See." Kid stated. Doc shrugged, looking away. "Okay, ya can leave now then." Doc looked up. "Bye." Doc rolled his eyes, then began to turn, but was stopped as Leena ran into the room, throwing herself into Serge full force. Kid growled, she'd wanted a alone time with him.

"Oh Serge. You've been so foolish!" Leena screamed dramatically. Serge swore he was turning at least a few shades of purple due to her insane grip.

"Leena-" Serge began.

"What if you'd died? Then what would I've done?" Leena asked, as though it'd ruin her entire life.

"Leena-" Kid began."

"I mean really, who'd I marry?" Leena questioned loudly.

"LEENA!" Kid and Serge both exclaimed.

"What?" Leena questioned in a dense tone.

"Get off me." Serge commanded. Leena complied but didn't look happy at all.

"I see…" Leena sniffled. "You don't care bout me, that it?" Leena glared at kid

"Sure Leena…whatever." Serge sighed. "Please go away." Leena looked furious.

"FINE!" Leena screamed, Serge was sure something was going to shatter. "YOU KNOW THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOUR MAKES ME REALLY THINK TWICE ABOUT MARRING YOU!" Leena screamed. Serge was willing to bet all of Guldove heard that one.

"Well that's okay, cause I never wanted to marry you." Serge mumble beneath his breath, Leena fortunately didn't hear his mumble, and instead of staying to further yell at him, just walked away. (I normally don't do AN's, but I had to say: GOD, I hate Leena!)

Serge shook his head in defeat. Kid smirked; no one had changed much so far. Korcha probably still wanted to marry her. Kid shivered at that last thought. At first she'd seen a lot of difference in Serge, but the longer she'd been there, the more it'd worn away. Doc gave Serge a pat on the shoulder before turning and leaving.

"Bitchy aint she?" Kid muttered, rousing a chuckle from Serge.

"As always." Serge agreed, sitting on the edge of Kid's bed.

"How's everyone? Korcha still stuck on me?" Kid inquired, shifting herself noiselessly in order to get a better view of Serge.

"Well, Korcha is definitely still stuck on you, and I'll let you see for yourself how everyone's doing…truthfully I don't really know." Serge shrugged.

"How come?" Kid wondered as to what could make Serge not the fountain of information about all their friends.

"Well, I didn't really keep in touch." Serge admitted, trying to seem normal about all of it. Kid found this a little odd.

"But ya the leader mate, that's what ya do, keep in touch, and keep us all together." Kid smiled. Seeing that depression that'd been there the first time she'd seen Serge again, she thought it'd been because of something Lynx said, and that it'd long left. She'd not really payed much attention to the bags beneath his eyes. It seemed that it still lurked inside him. Kid's eyes softened. Silence. "It's hard though, huh?" Kid suddenly blurted out.

"What?" Serge questioned, looking to Kid in wonder.

"Being the leader I mean." Kid still saw a bit of confusion in Serge's eyes, but all in all she saw a lot of agreement as well. "I'd stress me out way too much for me own good." Serge nodded. "I mean I'd just go round tellin everyone to help me or I'd kick their arses so hard they'd kiss da moons…wouldn't bother with da whole befriendin thing." Serge chuckled a bit.

"And that's why you're Kid." Serge stated. "I keep them going, and you keep me going. Cause you're right, it is stressful, I need someone to take my mind off things now and then." Kid smiled, remembering him telling her she kept him going through it all before…almost a year passed. "You're good at distracting people." Kid took it as a compliment.

"It all comes with da thief mentality." Kid stated, bringing a hand over her heart, as though it was some sort of religion. Serge laughed.

"I-" Serge began, but stopped himself abruptly, he'd almost said it…without even realizing, it'd come so naturally…well he did love her…after all.

"Ya what?" Kid inquired, he'd gotten her curiosity up. Serge was silent…look at the mess he was getting himself into, he had to wait until her life was settled again, before he could come in bringing things that just might make it hard for her. After all if she didn't feel the same, she wouldn't want to hurt him. Serge thought desperately for a subject change.

"Hey!" Korcha was beaming. Serge smirked, definite subject change. Korcha grinned at Kid, who instead looked to be rather repulsed. When Korcha wasn't looking, kid made a gagging gesture. Serge shook his head; at least this would be entertaining. Korcha might start to do things that pissed Serge off though, and that was his only worry, even if he was more Serge than before, his tempter and depression were still there under the surface, they could break anytime. He was still partly irritable, and that might cause his tempter to fly of the charts, and he really didn't need a beaten up Korcha at the time.

"Hey." Kid responded mockingly, in such a high level of false enthusiasm, Korcha didn't catch on though, that didn't surprise Serge much. Korcha always had been rather dense, and slow to take the hint.

"How are you feeling?" Korcha's tone suddenly shifted from enthusiastic to concerned, the change momentarily paralyzed both Kid and Serge from saying anything.

"Um…I'm fine…" Kid replied blankly. "Actually me and Serge had somewhere we were going." Kid nodded. "I need to change. Korcha. Out." Kid commanded. Korcha was quick to comply. Damn…the subject change had been forced to leave…

Kid stood shakily.

"Whoa, Kid, you really shouldn't be up." Serge found his hands on Kid's waist to help her stand.

"I'm fine." Kid stated as she looked up at Serge, mimicking him. Serge gave her a glare.

"Seriously Kid." Serge didn't want anything happening to her so damn soon.

"Seriously." Kid nodded. Serge sighed. "You can make sure I don't get meself killed alright." Serge sighed again…peer pressure, that was what this was. "Alright?" Kid said it questioningly, but Serge knew it was truly a demand in disguise.

"Alright." Serge agreed reluctantly.

"Okay, so where's me clothes?" Serge really didn't like this. "Well?" Kid asked again. Peer Pressure. Serge pointed in her clothing's direction. Kid smiled.

"Bout time ya came round." Kid smirked. "I really am okay ya know." Kid began walking away, her hair swaying behind her. Serge had really missed her…suddenly. Her hair of all things had made him realize it once again. Maybe the way she walked in general, confident and proud, she had a little too much attitude maybe. Serge loved her for it.

When Kid was dressed in her normal outfit, Serge couldn't help but smirk. So much like old days…they were even all bandaged like they always seemed to be. Serge saw Kid smirk back at him.

Everything would really be okay in the end, he knew that now. And even if it was leaning towards a bad ending once again, Serge wouldn't let it. Never would he let anything pull this shit on him again.

Everything he'd been through…

Loss…

Betrayal…

Love…

Misery…

Blood…

Deception…

Hate…

Don't believe in everything you see. It may not be a reality. You may just be dreaming.

But Serge was wide-awake now.

Chap 18 should be up soon, like I said this will end up having 20 something chaps in it total. Next chap should be total fluff, though it probably wont be too long. But ya never know, sometimes I surprise myself. And like I said I didn't bother to edit this, so it comes directly from my head, and in some occasions heart.

ANNA