Hopefully I won't end up crying like I did in the last chapter. That really got me so sad, I can't believe I cried with my own fan fiction, I'm so stupid. I also have an idea of writing a story about the Kharlan War. Is that a good idea? Yes no, or am I just stupid. I wasn't sure which pov to make it, more then likely either Yuan's, Kratos' or third person. But third person is kind of, I dunno, less descriptive. Anyway, I am just going to concentrate on this long story. Did I say that out loud? Yes, this will be many more chapters. And I can't tell you how thrilled I am to actually have people review and compliment me. It makes meh day, heh! Yes, I shall reply to reviews in my author's note. Gosh, I love you all so much x3!

A hundred days had made me older
since the last time that I've saw your pretty face

A thousand lights had made me colder and I don't think I can look at this the same

But all the miles had separate
They disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face

I'm here without you baby
but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me

"I'm going to get help..."

I was lost in my own little world. A world where Kratos and I lived a care-free relaxing life. No betrayals, no lies, just a complete bond of trust. In a world where everything was peaceful and no one ever bothered us. In a world where I could show my feelings with no fear of rejection. In a world where Kratos was still with me. I glanced upwards at Lloyd, who was still starring with horror at what he had just seen. Without responding, I watched Lloyd, almost in tears, as he ran out of the room and ran out the front door. I was left alone finally. The shock of what just happened was slowly becoming more real and painful. In my arms was my only true friend left in this world, someone who had always been there when I needed him, but I let him down so miserably.

"Please don't say you're dead. Please don't. Lloyd, your son, went to get help. Please, please be okay, Kratos, I can't bear to even think about living here without you," Was all I could manage as I lowered my head and tightly shut my eyes to hold back the painful tears. Every breathe injured my already damaged heart. It was like the only remaining fragments of my heart were being ripped out in a taunting manor. I just wanted to die, and be with Kratos once more. In the deepest part in my mind, I wished he was all right. I wished he was alive and none of this happened.

"I'll never forgive myself for this Kratos, I could have saved you. Why? Why did you lie and said you had half a chance of living when you damn well knew you'd die," I knew I would receive no answer. No answer at all. Not now or ever again. I would never be able to feel his warm presence again, nor would I ever be able to hear his gruff, but caring voice comfort me when I was down. It was all gone. Nothing felt real anymore.

I extended my wings and just held him in my arms. I wouldn't let go, not now or not ever. Why had I been so damn naive around him. I knew he wanted me to act more open-minded but I could never provide him with that. I was always a stubborn ass to him till the end. I ran a hand through his hair and clenched my teeth tightly through the agony. It had only been months before that we were at our closest. The closest we had ever been, but for sure not the closest we could be. I wanted to be 'that close'. But now neither of us would ever have our chance to be that close.

"Even though, your...gone, I'll never leave you again," With a mutter of bitterness, I held Kratos tightly, and just starred at his blank expression. He seemed at ease, as if dieing was blissful. But how could he leave me with such a heavy burden of not being able to save him. shaking my head slightly, I couldn't bring myself to let him down. All those years apart, that should have never happened. My arrogance towards Kratos during those years had gave us such a feeling of loneliness. Well, in my point of view.

"Kratos!" I turned my head slightly and saw Colette and Lloyd at the entrance of the door. I at first thought they were the only two coming, but at such a melancholy event, I knew the others who had met Kratos would soon follow suit. No one knew him like me. They had no right to be here. I was the only one who deserved to be with him.

"Lloyd, I'm so sorry," Colette spoke burying her head into Lloyd's shoulder for comfort. Without hesitance, he placed a reassuring hand on Colette's head and held her close. Pausing for a few instants to look at the two, I sharply turned my head away and looked back down at the dead Kratos. This wasn't real, it just couldn't be.

"We got here as fast as we could," Another tilt of my head, I saw Lloyd's other comrades that were once my enemies, then allies, then enemies, then once more allies, were walking into the room. It was awfully crowded and I felt bitter. How awkward it was to be holding Kratos in the company of all these people who had never known the true Kratos. Still holding tightly, I ignored the others as if they were invisible. It didn't help much, but gave a small bit of comfort in this disaster.

"He's really gone, poor bloke," I heard the fellow seraphim chime. Only a trace of sadness was left in his voice. That wasn't good enough. How could the Chosen Of Mana be so savage about the death of Kratos. Sharply flipping around, Kratos still in arms, I gave the red-head a stern look. He looked stunned but only laughed a bit. Laughing was not accepted at a time like this. The whole group starred deafly at him; and he gave a unsettled sigh then shut up immediately.

"I was just joking," Zelos spoke trying to break the mood of silence. I was so angry at the moment I didn't even listen to what he was ranting about. My life had no purpose whatsoever, I never listened to anyone before, why start now? It was sheer pointless.

"Just shut it Zelos!" Lloyd answered bitterly. Only Lloyd and I would feel real grief towards Kratos. We were the only ones who knew the cause of death, and the sacrifice Kratos had made to save the two worlds. I felt like shaking, but still held Kratos in my arms, just like that time at Origin's Seal.

"Professor Sage, can't your healing arts help?" I heard Colette asked sadly. I was expecting a glitter of excitement, but all that shown in the fellow half-elve's eyes were shook and disappoint. She looked downward, almost ashamed to be here.

"As I heard from Lloyd, this was from a curse, not even my healing arts could have saved him," Raine spoke looking down. Sheena also looked stunned to hear that not even Raine could help. She looked over at Zelos with a frown. Zelos was still being so un-caring towards the whole concept.

"Oh come, get a hold of yourselves!" Zelos chimed in. Everyone starred at him once more. It wasn't like Zelos to be so brute towards deaths. My worst fear at that moment came true as Zelos continued, " Come on! He's dead! There's nothing we can do. No point in mopping around like life-less people. We have our own lives to live!"

Everyone starred at him, including myself. It felt like a stake being driven through my heart as Zelos spoke so ill towards Kratos. Did he really hate him that much not to grieve for him in his death? What was wrong with him? Did he have no heart?

"Zelos! I know you didn't like the guy but you don't have to act so vulgar!" Sheena hissed smacking Zelos upside the head. As I had seen, Zelos usually reacted with a pout, but this time only stubbornness shown in his turquoise eyes. That was all that could be seen as he crossed his arms, almost in anger.

"Vulgar? Vulgar! The damn SOB was one of the bastards who set up to kill me!"

The whole room went dead silent. A low sinking feeling overwhelmed me, as the groups eyes looked at Kratos. Disgust filled most pairs of eyes, but the most interesting re action was Lloyd. He seemed to stumble with the idea that his father had actually meant to harm him. I couldn't stand the thought. Sure Kratos was under the influence of Cruxis, but try to kill a human being on purpose? Especially a Chosen. That was so, unlike him.

"You heard me! Yggdrasill let it slip when I joined forces with him. The bastard was the one who told Seles' mom of the plan and my existence. He's the one to blame for my mom's death!" Zelos rang out. Twitching my ears, I wanted to stand up in Kratos' defense, but not even I knew the whole story. Had Kratos really committed such a horrible sin? No wonder he was so afraid to get close to anyone. But to actually try to kill Zelos, I couldn't believe it even if he had provided physical proof. If there was any.

"Zelos, I'm sure you have it wrong," I heard Regal speak from the doorway. With a deafly push to anyone who stood in the door way, Zelos charged out of the room. The mood suddenly changed from anger to dead silence. No one dared to speak. All these lies were swarming around the air, just waiting to be understood or to be used against someone.

"I'll go talk to him," Sheena advised uneasily, she bowed her head slightly to Lloyd, as if she knew what Kratos' son was going through, then left the room. All was silent once more. I could see Raine exchange glances with Regal. What was on everyone's minds. But before I had time to dwell on any thoughts, Colette spoke up, as if in protest to Zelos' thoughts.

"I'm sure Kratos would never do that. Although I didn't know him for that long, I know he was good deep down in his heart. Zelos has to have it wrong. I can't see Kratos killing anyone," She looked down, hands clasped. Lloyd looked astounded to see Colette in defense to Kratos. An agreeing came from Presea then Genis. Everyone was here in this small room. But that didn't matter at all to me, the only ones in this room were me and Kratos.

"Thank you Colette," Lloyd spoke slightly. He gave a nod as if he wanted everyone besides him and I to leave. As if he verbally asked, the room became comfortable and empty again. Shutting the door, Lloyd walked over to me. Something was on his mind. I was expecting him to yell at me, or cuss me out, but he seemed like he wanted to know something.

"I want to know how Kratos met Mithos," He suddenly asked. How Kratos joined up with us? That itself was such a truly long story. It was the first time in awhile since someone had addressed me. Clearing my throat, I stood up and laid Kratos' limp body onto the bed. I turned to his son, and closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"He was a traveling mercenary intrigued by our resistance to the war. What really made our group so appealing was that Mithos was a summoner and Martel possed many hidden talents. Which to some extent, she never learned fully. I was merely a tag along from the group. I had befriended Mithos and Martel when the three of us were exiled from Heimdall. I was your age Lloyd, and Mithos was the age you saw him to be when he re appeared," I closed my eyes. Just thinking about that time so long ago sent shivers down my spine. Kratos had started out just a simple acquaintance, but then turned out to be the best friend I ever had. Lloyd looked as if he was understanding everything I said.

"What made Mithos want to engrave that curse into his key crest," Lloyd asked uneasily. To be honest, I knew half the story behind that. And I had always wanted to ask Kratos to tell me the whole story, but never got the chance.

"I'm not sure of all the details, but I believe Mithos gave Kratos the cursed key crest when he made the pact with Origin which was based on Kratos' own life. That way if Kratos ever did betray Mithos, he would have two ways of dieing," I spoke trying to re tell everything I knew. Kratos, as it seemed, had been treated so unfairly. I sincerely doubted Mithos cared about him at all. Lloyd nodded sharply then looked at Kratos body on the bed.

"He's really gone," Lloyd spoke, more so to me then to Kratos. It was true, but just thinking about it made the moment he died, his last words, that look all flood back to me like I was under a cascading waterfall gasping for air.

"I know you never had much time with your father," I attempted trying to talk to Lloyd. I had always been so bitter and cruel to the boy, but Kratos wish was for me to watch over the one I hated. But did I really hate him? Or was he just a mere reflection of Kratos' secretive side? Looking back at me, he nodded then sighed looking down at his own exsphere.

"I'm sorry mom," He spoke, shaking. Lloyd had lost both his parents to reasons not their own. It pained me to see him parent less, right after finding out Kratos was his father and all. But how could I connect with such an arrogant person who was set on one view of life and wasn't about to change it for all costs.

"Why are you apologizing to your mother?" Managing to ask that, I sat down on a seat, meekly. I tried to get my mind off Kratos just enough to talk to Lloyd. But every breath I took reminded me of the auburn angel I had falling so hard for. The pain would never go away, or never sub due.

"I promised her I'd protect dad," He spoke sadly. So that was it. He felt shameful for taking off the key crest. Of course I felt miserable about letting Kratos just die. There was no other way he had told me. But what if there was? Why couldn't I have searched for another way then just listening to Kratos' words. he was never one to tell me the truth. Why had I believed him so easily.

"Oh," I replied softly. Although my voice was soft, it still had the familiar edge of annoyance towards him. Some habits were just un breakable, unless you tried really hard. And my habit of dis liking Lloyd was one of them. I concurred that Lloyd felt the same towards me.

"I... 'm going to leave you alone for awhile, I'll be outside with the others," Lloyd spoke shiftily. For some reason I was starting to believe that Lloyd now accepted the relationship I had with Kratos seeing it could never build or felt again. With a swift nod, and one last look at his father, Lloyd left the room. I felt a hint of sincerity towards me as Lloyd left. I wasn't sure if that was right, but I didn't matter that much at all.

For some reason I had drifted into a deep sleep alongside Kratos vesseless body. My mind felt as cold as ice. I was in a large space of pure white. Glowing white rays blazed at me as I squinted to look around. It was a void of nothing, just complete white that glowed. I felt cold and alone once more as I stood there, just stood there in that room. At first I tried to move, but my body was paralyzed. Every movement I made caused a sharp electric shock to flow over me.

But after that shock, a sweet and familiar scent wafted around the air. My heart began to race as I stood there, and felt warm and at home. First I thought I felt the presence of Kratos, but the more I stood there, taking it in, the more I knew who it was. It wasn't Kratos, but the one I had loved for so much who was unrightfully taken from me so many years ago.

"Martel?" I managed. Hearing my own voice in this emptiness sent shivers down my spine. Waiting for a few moments, I looked around. My body felt like Jell-O that was stuck in form. Martel's scent remained around me as I closed my eyes and when I opened them, she was standing before me. She looked the same as she did the day she died. Her beautiful hair, and those eyes. My body started to shake as I starred at her after all these years apart. A flicker of a smile appeared on her face.

"I'm so glad to see you once more," She spoke. She still had her kind, sisterly voice. I felt my hand that bore the ring, I still kept it after these thousands years in memory of her. Beaming back at her, I remained still seeing I couldn't move if I tried. Just seeing her was enough for me.

"Martel, please, come back," I begged. She shook her head. Not sadly, which I found odd, but as if she had business to attend to. She tilted her head then smiled back at me.

"I can't. If I were to leave, the worlds would be left without a guiding light. I can't abandon my duties to protect the land to come back, I'm so sorry," She spoke, her voice was becoming distant as if she was moving farther away. Starring at her for a few more seconds, I realized I had another favor to request of her.

"Then, please. Please bring Kratos back to me. He was unrightfully snatched from his life by Mithos' curse," I pleaded. I craved for both Kratos and Martel back, but I was starting to doubt I would get neither. Awaiting a reply, Martel just seemed stunned for a moment then smiled.

"I'm glad you two are still friends," Was all she said in reply. Of course we were. We are the only ones that understand each other. Well, were the only ones. I closed my eyes, feeling the pain of losing both Martel and Kratos. It felt so unreal that I had to blink multiple times to make sure it was real.

"Martel, please," I spoke once more. With a flick of her wrist she took out her panpipe she would always play. The entrancing sound was how I first met her. We were in Heimdall, and she was resting by the river, playing her instrument with such care and love. Ever since that moment I had fallen for her. And the fact we were both half-elve's made it even more perfect.

"You've got a loving heart Yuan. Please don't keep it locked inside just because I'm not the one you can share it with. I will always remember you, and will always cherish the time we had. But you have to move on, remembering our memories, but also making new ones," And with that I was jolted awake.

I sat, crouched over, head against the bed. I felt extremely powerful but blissful. Although I was awake, I could have sworn I smelt Martel's sweet scent. Just ever so vaguely. I looked over at Kratos and took his lifeless hand. I knew it was pointless, but there were a few things I wanted to get off my chest.

"Kratos, I know you can't hear me, but I just wanted to tell you a few things. I'm sorry I never opened my heart after Martel died. I'm so sorry I was never able to return to my once care-free self. I knew that's what you were aiming for, for me. And I thank you Kratos, and I'm so sorry. But Kratos, I know this is so stupid saying this now, seeing I'll never be able to feel you again, I just wanted to say I love you, and thank you for all your kindness over the years. You will always have a place in my heart, right alongside Martel. I love you Kratos, and miss you..." I rested my head against the bed, looking straight down at the floorboards, tears strolling down my eyes. It was so true that I missed him and I had always loved him.

"I'm glad you feel that way,"

My heart stopped for several seconds. I jolted my head up and saw Kratos beaming at me. His face was lit up so much. I could tell he wasn't suffering anymore, and I could tell all the pain he ever felt was gone. He was free, but damnit, He was back!

"Kratos!" I spoke astounded as I wrapped my arms around Kratos so tightly. I didn't want to let go. This didn't feel real. I never wanted to let go. I could tell Kratos was smirking as he laughed at bit.

"Heh, glad to know how you feel Yuan," He spoke wrapping his arms around me as well. It was total happiness. I wouldn't have traded that moment for anything in the world. We were together again, and He finally knew how I felt for him. How much I cared and loved him. And he knew I wasn't joking or it wasn't real love. I knew he could tell.

"Don't ever go again," I spoke shutting my eyes as I held Kratos so tightly. I let go a bit then sat infront of him on the bed as he smiled, a true smile. Not his fake smile he had used so many times before to mislead me.

"I'm not planning on it," He spoke joyously. I shrugged, and returned his smile with a sigh of relief. All that worrying, all that pain was rewarded with his safe return. I leaned in and a blissful kiss was shared between us. All this time I didn't know how to express my feelings. But now Kratos was truly free. I couldn't help but be overjoyed. He returned my gesture without a second thought. Moments ticked by until we both got up.

"Should I tell them, or you?" I questioned, stretching from those countless hours on the floor holding him. Kratos gave a shrug then paused for a moment.

"Well it is my news," He spoke, as if It was a joke. I nodded and followed in pursuit. We had so many years ahead of us. Just hours ago I had felt like my world was ending. Felt like nothing mattered anymore. But Martel had given me an eternal happiness again. She had brought Kratos back to me, with no more suffering. And I would never take advantage of this truly unbelievable relationship I had with him. From now on, I promised myself,. I would be more open. And I knew I could. I had Kratos by my side.

Author's Note:
SQUEAK! I loved this ending! Fooled you all with the last chapter. Heh. No I can't do sad ending. And this isn't actually an ending. I'm planning on more chapters with Kratos and Yuan together. Yippy! I think the only part I actually felt tears in my eyes was when Yuan was talking to Kratos and telling him how he really felt. Gosh. Anyways, I'll think of something good to go along with this for the next chapter. I couldn't have writen this without my lovely reviewers. In Fact! Let's answer them now x3!

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