A/N: I can't believe I've actually finished this! All that's left to do is remove all those mistakes (specially in the last chapter.. Half of them just appeared without me noticing. Seriously. I'm a perfectionist. lol)

Thanks to all my delightful reviewers:

Ice Prince Marth: Thank you so much! I tried to make this good. . And thanks for reviewing before you even reached the end. I like to know what people think

Kat: Without you I probably wouldn't have got this finished for about a month. Thank you.

aaaaaand da deltadasher demon: again, I think I wrote out your penname wrong. I'm sooooorry

And everyone who reviewed all the other chapters and anyone who reviews in the future. If anyone does. lol

I currently have the star wars theme song stuck in my head. Oh, and I still don't own these lovely people.

Yuan's final Testimony

Hello. It's me again. You know, that little irritating voice that's been bugging you for, oh, I don't know around fifteen thousand words?

Yes. Its me. Yuan. Your new best friend. Yep sure. I've written all this in my journal. I know, I know, I don't look like the kind of person to keep a journal, right? Well I am. And would you suspect Kratos of being the kind of person who steals and reads one's journal? No? Well I've got news for you. He is. He even had the nerve to disturb my flow by writing in his own piece which he only showed me just recently. And he's looking over my shoulder this very moment. Very off-putting let me tell you. I have quite forgotten what I intended to say.

Another turning point
A fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist
Directs you where to go

Ah, that's right, I was about to fill you in on the events that took place between me arriving in Derris-Kharlan and this day. Not very much. Seriously. This planet is dead boring. I've been spending most of my time (when not documenting Derris-Kharlan's progress across the sky) studying the core system. Turns out, Derris-Kharlan is no longer a wandering comet, but has been pulled into orbit by Symphonia's sun. Meaning that I will be dragged unceremoniously to Symphonia for a 'visit' at least once a year. How that works out, I haven't a clue. It was the elves who built the Derris-Kharlan core system, not me.

Perhaps it will not be too bad. With time, I will find myself longing for those few days where I can be around people, instead of lifeless beings. I often get the feeling that someone up there is giving me a second chance. Like they are looking me straight in the eye and saying to me, Yes, you've done wrong. You've sacrificed innocent people, you've lost those who you've loved, you've gone along with the rule of a tyrannical little kid whilst knowing it was wrong. But you still deserve a second chance. I'm giving you this, because you deserve it. Make the most of it.

So make the best of this test
And don't ask why
It's not a question
But a lesson learned in time

I suppose I seem like a repentant little kid who stole an apple gel or something, but I really have learned my lesson. No more letting other people rule my life. I'm here, with the man I love (crap, we forgot to let Lloyd in on this piece of information. Yes, I can picture this conversation: "Lloyd, your father is gay. Or at the very least bisexual." I wonder what he'd do. Probably stare at us blankly and go off to ask Raine what 'bisexual' means. Ditz.) and its taken so much work to be here. So many risks, so many things left to fate. If I hadn't been drunk that night, he wouldn't have taken me home, wouldn't have stayed with me, wouldn't have given me the opportunity to realise my feelings for him.

I never suspected. Never. I mean, its Kratos. Its not like we'd ever even been good friends. Then he waltzes back into my territory, double times Mithos (much like myself I suppose) and turned out to be more of a good guy than I was. Rude.

I've always been able to admit he's attractive but.. I guess its just a little strange that its him I eventually opened up to.

It's something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

You know what's been the hardest thing to get used to? Those damned angels everywhere. Every time I get so much as a faraway look in my eye they come gliding over and form a circle around me chanting "Protect Lord Yuan!" (I feel like a desian.) Every time I walk into a room I get at least one of them bow to me or someone announcing my presence to the whole room. It makes my skin crawl. At least Kratos is getting closer to finding a cure. I am so happy I wasn't made into a lifeless being. Although I'm sure it would make some things a lot easier. But I'd get bored.

I've been working my way through the books in the enormous library of Vinheim. I've translated from angelic to common and elven in preparation for... Well... Actually... Just to give me something to do when Kratos is busy. I mean, I'd be perfectly happy to spend every moment of my time with him, but his occasional bouts of denseness begin to grate. Now I know why Lloyd is so naïve. Anna was never the sharpest tack in the box and Kratos has his moments. Almost makes me feel sorry for the kid, having the worst parts of his parents passed down to him.

I feel like I'm dreaming.

So take the photographs
And still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf of
Good health and good time

Why oh why is the idiot bothering to write this, I hear you ask. Well, because unless I have an unfortunate accident I'm going to live for a long time. And I don't want to forget the roller coaster ride that brought me to this point. Not that I believe I ever will.

Call me a sissy if you want (everyone knows that I am) but I want something to look back on, especially if this doesn't work out. Cough, pessimist, cough, cough.

Kratos is singing his own version of ninety nine bottles of beer on a wall. In angelic. I think being up here indefinitely has sent him insane. I'm still not complaining. I didn't even complain when I slid over in the shower and had about 50 lifeless beings rush in to make sure I hadn't killed myself (or Kratos. Who obviously wasn't there. Cough. I think there's something in here irritating my throat).

I haven't yet spoken to him about telling his son about our relationship. I suppose it isn't necessary. We can pretend. If I hadn't pretended I would be dead. So would he. We're good at lies. But not so much around each other, or concerning each other. But I'm sure Kratos doesn't want Lloyd to know.

Tattoos of memories
And dead skin on trial
For what it's worth
It was worth all the while

But I wouldn't change a thing. He has his faults, and I have mine. Many of them. Such as playing catch with the past stone. That was a mistake. It knocked down about three of the lifeless beings' houses.

Its been six months since we left. Six months of reading, translating and adding to Kratos' star charts. Six months of translating archaic texts for no reason, six months of getting to know Kratos as a lover. I know him as an enemy, as an acquaintance, as a friend, and now as a lover. And I'm writing with a quill. Why?

Because I asked for a pen. He gave me a quill. I didn't question it.

It's something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

I've known love. I've known lust. Martel has other duties now. I've moved on. I've finally accepted the fact that she's gone. I love Kratos. And I don't want to stop saying it.

My tattered journal lays upon the surface of the Derris-Kharlan core system. The vibrations that run through it get more violent. The planet shudders and symbols flash up on the screen. Angelic language. It reads

"Approaching planet 001."

The number refers to Kratos' star charts. He gave each star and planet a number and I programmed them into the main computer so that we could navigate more easily. Not that we have any control over where this thing is going.

001 is Symphonia.

Just when I was getting used to the idea that maybe I wouldn't have to tell Lloyd about Kratos and I. Typical. Lull the creepy half-elf into a false sense of security and then spring this upon him.

"Yuan! Yuan!"

Kratos is running down the stairs taking them two at a time, an uncharacteristically bright smile on his face. "We're near Symphonia! We can go visit Lloyd."

"I'm aware of that," I tell him in a monotone.

He sort of jumps on me, causing ink to smudge across the page. I roll my eyes but can't bring myself to be angry. He's too damn adorable.

When he lets go, he holds out his hand towards me.

"Hurry up!" He urges.

I smile. I will sign my name with a quick elaborate flourish, place my quill carefully beside it and leave the journal open to dry. I will reach out and grab his hand, intertwining my fingers with his, comfortable and reassuring in their familiarity. I will let him take me back, I will let him tell Lloyd whatever he wants, I will let him subject me to the torture of that warp platform once again. Because I love him.

I look up.

Time to go face the music.

It's something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

I hope you had the time of your life...

A/N: Lyrics are Green Day Good Riddance I do not own those either. I would like to take this opportunity to thank the two people who wrote this story for me - my two muses Akuma and Mitsukai. Take a bow my pets.

Thank you, and Good Night.

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