Hey again. I'd like to quickly thank ACCL for so much encouragement, though I have a question for them. What's your actual penname, I'd like to read some of your work, or do you not registered at Fanfiction yet and are going to do so soon. Lol…if I know you or something…or have forgotten please forgive my idiocy, it comes to harass me quite frequently I'm sorry. I'd like to read your Chrono Cross fanfic whenever you write it. And of course so humbly review. (Beams) anyway I'll try to not let this chap be so short. Oh and I'm now on 41 fav lists (on so you know. Nods

Give the World

Chapter 20: Restless Dream

Kid and Serge hurried down the bustling streets of Guldove. Doc had long since abandoned trying to keep them locked up in their rampage of freedom.

"Where are we going?" Serge questioned laughingly as Kid pulled him down the street.

"I dunno yet." Kid responded with a shrug. "Into hidin maybe?" Kid suggested.

"You're crazy." Serge stated, still with a slight smile gracing his lips. He'd been frowning for far too long.

"I know mate, I know." Kid agreed, her run not relenting any as she pushed her way roughly through a small crowd of people. Serge sighed happily. It was nice having her back. The fire of her spirit warmed him.

For a while Serge had feared that his personality would of changed so drastically she wouldn't even really be able to think of him as Serge anymore. That like to so many other people-even himself-he wasn't Serge anymore. He was still a little scared. Kid wouldn't abandon him though, or so he hoped at least.

Kid finally halted when she spotted a secluded area behind a hut, on the very edge of a dock. The sea water almost came to the top of the slanted dock.

"So we're in hiding, now what?" Serge asked, intently skeptical, crossing his arms.

Kid stopped to kiss Serge before passing him, giving a hint as to what they'd be doing, before proceeding to further explain herself. Serge's arms dropped from their crossed position across his chest as she walked over and plopped down at the edge of the dock, legs crossed so she wouldn't get wet.

"I've been gone for a while now." Kid paused, giving a narrowed glance at Serge, "Someone needs to catch me up." Kid emphasized the "someone" in her sentence.

Serge gave a shallow chuckle, watching Kid's ponytail sway with the passing of motion and wind before placing himself besides her, using the same tactics to avoid getting soaked.

Kid turned to look at Serge, bent over slightly for better view. Her eyes shinning in a replica of the skies behind her; it was cloudless and beautiful. She had a softly curious look to her fair childish face, her lips slightly parted. Serge smiled, then looked to the view ahead of him.

"There's a lot to tell…"

"I'm willin to listen." Serge turned back to Kid briefly.

"That's what you say now." Serge warned playfully, Kid laughing a little.

Serge rubbed the back of his neck, casting his gaze down to the sea. There was a lot to tell; a lot he didn't want to. But she deserved an explanation. Maybe he could avoid anything personal until later.

"As you know Lynx is back again…I don't know hoe though." Serge thought about asking Kid if she knew anything. It seemed she would given her previous situation, but he quickly decided against it. It was a touchy subject. It wasn't just that Kid may be touchy either, Serge was. He still felt like a failure. Besides, they were going to have a meeting soon, Serge knew that much, and she'd have to explain then, might as well not make her do it twice.

"I mean, what's been going on in your life." Serge gave Kid a nervous glance, then returned his gaze to the sea, restlessly tugging on what he assumed a frayed rope beside him. He wasn't a good subject.

"Well…" Serge paused; he couldn't deny her the details no matter how grim they may be. But neither could he flat out tell her how he'd ended up being for so long. Serge knew Kid would never think of him as a monster. And she'd know he was the way because, in a way, her. Because he couldn't' handle being without her. He could tell her that.

But she could blame herself…

And there always was that slight, measly chance that she would change her mind of who he was, what he was. That she would think of him different. Or pity him…so many things that could go wrong.

"For one I inherited a home…all to myself…" Serge sighed. Start slow, maybe he could even avoid the subject if he tried hard enough. But avoiding things never turned out well. He'd avoided telling her how he felt for so long, and then she'd been taken away.

"That's good." Kid smiled.

"In a way…" Serge twisted uncomfortably where he sat. He didn't want to get into things that'd happened. His life had taken a miserable twist for the worst. He was miserable…he was different. Kid seemed a little confused at his less then enthusiastic reply. Then she noticed the he'd said "inherited a home," as in someone died.

"I'm sorry…" Kid mumbled. She could never really get things right with him. Couldn't read his mind, or unconsciously just know what was right to say. She was never good with words, or feelings.

His mom had died, he'd gotten the house…yes it'd been kinda shitty.

"I'm an orphan now…" Serge just realized it then. He didn't include Lynx as a father. It was strange though; Kid was really an orphan too. Serge hadn't realized it till then. Serge could sense Kid grimace beside him, not because of the reminder of what she was, but because now she knew who it was that'd died.

"I'm sorry-"

"It's okay." Serge cut Kid off. "A lot of bad has happened. More than the good. Starting off with loosing you." There was a pause. "But now I have you back." The water Serge sated at rippled, then cleared, showing him his reflection. The bags beneath his eyes had begun to disappear. His eyes, literally, lightened. His hair fell the way it used to, joyously carried by the cool breeze. He seemed…looked…happy. Was that a smile? "I'm okay now." Serge looked back up to Kid, sincerity flaring into his voice. his strong, deep, confident voice. Serge's voice. The one that held so much power and comfort. "I've been living in my own nightmare for so long." Serge smiled. He really was okay now; it'd all be okay. Not in the way that people try to soothe you with pretty syllables, but really okay. And he was light again, whole. "Thanks for waking me up…" Kid didn't know how to react to this. She wasn't good with words. So she just smiles, smiled as the wind stole them from every broken hearted restless dream.

See ya all later. I know that all my chaps are short, I'm really sorry. But I was going to make this one longer, but decided to cut it off here. Good thing is though, I've already started on the 21st chap now. It seems weird to me that there is even that many chaps. Whatever. You know what I want. Reviews. Please. I don't ask for much. When I wrote this fic I was gonna update every 1 review. Though of course that didn't happen cause I was lazy. But if I do get reviews you either make me feel guilty enough to write, or inspired enough. Either way I write.