A/N: Thanks to Goldenfur for reviewing. Are the snickers good or bad? lol. I'm not sure if this fic really fits into humour but maybe. I'm not conciously trying to make it funny. And what I write comes from my pet muse. .

Still own no recognisable characters, places etc.

This chappie's in Kratos' POV in case you didn't notice once you got around to reading it.

Kratos' Testimony.

Looking out of the window, I miss the intimidating sight of the tower of salvation upon the horizon. It is difficult to comprehend why, although I knew that the journey of regeneration was a lie from the beginning, that I had come to associate the tower with rebirth. Perhaps it was because it always flagged up when I was going to be needed again, when the whole of Cruxis seemed to kick-start. Or perhaps it was because it ultimately led to me finding the last remaining part of Anna - my son Lloyd. He is so naïve and softhearted, just like his mother, but I do like to think that he has my strength, and I am thankful that he did not inherit my penchant for concealing my emotions. It makes life far too difficult for someone as young and innocent as him.

He saved the word. He became an angel. He married Colette. But I will always see him as the innocent boy I journeyed with or the babe I bounced in my arms. No matter how long he lives, how many children he fathers he will always be young and innocent to me. In some ways, he reminds me of a companion of mine. Yuan. Actually, an interesting point, no one knows his surname. Perhaps he doesn't have one. But then, nothing about Yuan is easy to understand.

He is very similar to my son, or at least he was before he was made into an angel and lived his lifespan four times over. Perhaps that is why they clash so much. They trade insults in most conversations, but on some level I can sense Yuan's growing tolerance towards him. They will never be best friends, I would be worried if they did, but it would be nice if they could get along. It is considerably irritating to have the two people one cares about most constantly at each other's throats.

Yuan has picked a very strange spot to build his home. I would have expected Zelos, being the pervert he is, to pick somewhere like this to live, but Yuan? I can't picture it. He built his house near the Hot Springs. Perhaps it is because it is a secluded area? That would make sense. Yuan always hated being around a lot of people. It is something he has in common with me.

Yuan is.. Special. He is a beautiful man. His hair, such an odd colour, is always neatly brushed and silky looking. He is always clean and fresh, like a cool breeze on a summer's day. Odd that his effect on me should be quite the opposite ne?

How he manages to appear both omniscient and innocent at the same time will forever be a mystery to me, but he does, and perhaps that is why I like him. He is so delicate-looking that it is positively laughable that he should be any good in a battle situation, but he is. He is so slender that he looks as though he would snap like a twig if you placed any weight upon him, but anyone who has seen the ease with which he manipulates his massive weapon cannot possibly doubt his underlying strength.

He.. Intrigues me. Even now he is staring at me from his position by the window with rapt attention. There is a wistful sort of longing concealed in his gaze. There is a small smile upon his lips. Such a sad and mournful smile that is brimming with imminent loss and future betrayal. I know he does not want me to leave.

I also know that he understands the urgency with which Derris-Kharlan summons me back to its lonely corridors filled with emotionless half-elf angels. I do not miss it. I wish that I could stay, upon this planet with the people whom I travelled with and have become friends with. I wish I could stay. With him.

It is for the best, I tell myself over again. The angels are counting on you to lead them; you represent the painful past that this world had to endure. You cannot stay. It doesn't work. I still want to.

I tell myself over again. . It doesn't work. I still want to.

It doesn't help that Yuan knows it too. I am certain he is not aware of my attraction to him. If he was, I am sure he would have ran a mile or gone insane and been locked up in the Meltokio prison for the rest of his life. He would hate me. So I cannot let him know.

I slipped up this morning though. I woke up next to him. It was so nice, just to be in the presence of another, warm and peaceful, so I did what I knew I should not. I stayed and wrapped him in my arms. I dreamt of him.

I would never admit it to anyone, but I need him. I searched for him in all the times I have visited Symphonia, and never once did it occur to me that he had been avoiding me. Until yesterday that is. Perhaps.. Perhaps I can persuade him to like me. Perhaps I-. No. That would be uncouth of me. But I can let him know.. Maybe.. Drop hints.. I - I am a hopeless case. I know it cannot be and yet I long for it anyway.

I fall for a half-elf man and a human slave. Anna is gone and I'm pretty sure Yuan isn't anywhere close to homosexual (One word: Martel). How pathetic.

It's official. The love life of Kratos Aurion is doomed.

A/N: Well that was unbelievably short. And so is this A/N! poofs away