HI! Welcome to the newest chapter of 'Angel'! Suu!
Heh heh, I'm still reading too much Pita-Ten. I've sucked in a lot of ideas within the last couple of days, and I'm ready to post more. I hope all of you, with the exception of one reviewer, continue to enjoy my story. Thank you all so much for the support you've given me; I appreciate all of you!
Oh, and as for my first flame, pay no attention to it.
I was angry when I first read it, but the anger quickly vanished. I don't want anyone else to pay any attention to it; storm clouds can rain in on our parade, but we can't let the sunlight out of our hearts. I'm happy with my story, and I have wonderful supporters; that's all that matters. BIG THANKS TO ALL MY DEAR REVIEWERS!
Please enjoy 'Tears'. Thank you!
Theme of 'Tears': 'Fantasy' of Final Fantasy X OST
Dante of Devil May Cry 3 would like to give a warning to those that wish to repeat Albel's performance. In case you haven't figured it out yet, this is a shounen-ai fic: a RoyxMarth fic for crying out loud! If you do not approve of 'shounen-ai', please don't waste the author's freakin' time, or else Dante will whip out Ebony and Ivory! THANK YOU!
Okay, time for the sunshine to come back! Enjoy!
The tears just wouldn't stop.
His heart wouldn't stop screaming, and his soul couldn't cease its tumultuous throbbing. The sides of his head were on fire; he felt as if he had drenched his entire head in a pit of poison. Every piece of his body was immeasurably heavy, and breathing was still a difficult task. The air was composed of cold, hard steel; it was unfit for human consumption. His chest was the hottest area of his body, for his heart desperately wanted to fly right out of it...
His eyes were shut off to the world around him, but rivers of starlight were streaming from them, and each teardrop carried a soft sob of sorrow. He was weary, heavy and heartbroken...completely torn from the one he loved. He was lost in a world that held no comfort, no light, no warm embraces. The world he knew was so far away, and there seemed to be no way back to the realm of familiarity.
Minutes passed, but the expiration of those minutes failed to bring about a change in his location. To him, time was no longer in existence; it was a force of vague potency, a sadistic force of perilous power. The icy winds had his body in a tight embrace, and so he could no longer feel the route of time. He no longer cared for the flow of time; there was only one thing his heart cared for, and it was the warmth of his beloved angel. Marth was only a few feet away from him, but at the same time, he was a million years away from him-he was trapped in the past, and his angel was somewhere in the present. Being so close to the one he loved brought about infinite, ardent sorrow; the desire to jump out and embrace the Altean was just too hard to hold back...but he knew he was unable to fall into the warmth of his beloved's heart.
Five more minutes of excruciating silence elapsed, and the Sovereign of Pharae wiped the mist of tears from his weary eyes. He placed his attention back on the environment, and instantly realized that the two Alteans were still wrapped in a grievous embrace. The throne room of Altea's palace was even colder than the surface of the moon. It was normally a warm, beautiful place of serene sunlight, but at the moment it was filled with layers of fervent tension. The throne room was an ocean of blue light, and the shades of blue were tinged with immense sorrow; the very walls themselves were blue paintings of ethereal sadness. Two more minutes elapsed before the two sovereigns released each other, and they held each other out at arm's length. Marth's face was a doleful painting of divinity, and the face of his father was a painting of sadness. He broke the silence with his soft voice, and brought a shaft of moonlight to his son's face.
"My dear child, is there anything else to your dream? Do you know anything else?"
Marth's eyes fell to the floor, and his eyebrows followed their gaze. The young Altean had fallen into a world of thought; the look on his face made that perfectly clear. Roy's heart became a solid brick of ice, and it was unable to leave its frozen chamber for a thousand eternities...
"Yes...there is more to my dream. I see myself a guardian...but something's not in place."
Soft, childlike innocence filled his gentle eyes as he tilted his head...the way he had done so many times in the past. Roy's frozen heart fell a thousand miles as soon as he saw this, for he was perfectly familiar with Marth's sweet innocence. Every scrap of moisture withdrew itself from his body as he waited for Marth to continue...and he could practically hear his heartbeat in his ears.
"My heart has shown me the world of Pharae, and I've seen myself as a guardian...with the wings of an angel. I do not understand-if I am a Sovereign of Altea, how can I become a guardian of Pharae?"
The sorrow within the king's eyes increased, and he brought his son into another embrace. The swift embrace instantly told Marth that his reply wasn't going to be a pleasant one, and his father's oceans didn't lower the tension. The older Altean held a thousand years of sadness in his eyes; his mind was wandering through a world of mournful darkness, and he was unable to savor the treasure of happiness. He held his son close to his heart...and thought of how much his child meant to him...
"My son, our beloved land is going to fall under a torrent of the greatest evil. Winds of unholy light are going to conquer our precious way of life...but...my son, you must live on. All of us want you to fulfill your destiny, for you mean so much to this kingdom. Marth, I want you to take your place...as the Savior of Altea...and as the light of Pharae."
The Savior of Altea...and the light of Pharae.
The temperature of Roy's body shot to an inexplicable level; a level of indeterminate power. He became unbearably hot and cold at the same time; icy shivers soared through his bloodstream as his body became even hotter than the driest desert. His heart shook off its chamber of ice, but as soon as it did, it began fiery attempts to release itself from his chest. It screamed and screamed for the chance to be released, and it wouldn't stop screaming. His head resumed its violent burning, his eyes became heavier and heavier...
The expiration of five seconds carried him to a new world, a world he had never seen before. The helplessness of an abandoned kitten crashed onto his heart as his eyes scanned the new environment...there was only one element he could recognize, but everything else was completely foreign to him. He was in an endless field of Elysium flowers; he recognized the flowers, but was unable to make a connection to anything else. The heavens were whiter than pristine snow, and the winds of eternal silence were abundant. There wasn't a sun or moon in the white sky, and everything felt so new, so strange...and yet so warm and familiar at the same time...
Waves of warm, comforting sunlight drifted into his soul, and calmed the storm of sorrow within him. His body became warm and light...his heart became light with immeasurable emotions. An eternity of silence passed in his new world, and a miracle occurred-he wiped more tears from his eyes...and felt warm hands engulf his hands. A soft, tender voice drifted into his ears, and kissed his heart gently-
"You know, I've dreamt of you for so many years...but I don't even know your name."
Roy's eyes flew open...and his heart STOPPED.
Oh gods...it can't...be...
Heavenly gemstones were gazing into his soul, and warm hands were squeezing his hands...
It...can't be...it can't be...
More oceans replaced the ones he had just lost. The angel right in front of him placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, and then gave him a soft smile. "My days and nights are filled with dreams of your smile..." he whispered into his left ear. "...but I can't seem to find you. I don't know who you are...I don't know anything about you. All I know is...that you're the one I'm looking for...and I love you."
Cascades of starlight fell from Roy's eyes, but they were instantly removed by the soft kisses of the angel. He placed both of his hands on the sides of Roy's face, and gazed into his heart for what felt like an eternity...
"My heart's crying out for you, dear love. I wish I could see you...but...I'm trapped. I can't find you, dear heart. For all I know, you could be no more than a dream...a dream my lonely soul created. But even if you are a dream...if you are a dream I'll never see...I still want you to know that...I'll always love you. No matter what happens, I'll always love you...and only you...until the end of time. Thank you...for giving me the inspiration to live."
Their tears mingled...their hearts united...
One was trapped in the past...the other was trapped in the present...
But their hearts tied themselves to each other.
They held each other close...
Savored each other's warmth...
And felt the rhythm of a sacred unity.
A thousand eternities passed...then the dream came to an end...
And the dreamer was left in a cold void of blue sorrow.
Once again I'd like to thank all of my faithful reviewers for supporting me. The meeting between Marth and Roy was inspired by Cloud's meetings with Aeris in 'Advent Children'. Zanarkand, a place of Final Fantasy X, set the mood for Altea. I hope all of you enjoyed this little entry, and thank you for not spouting off any hot air!
If any of you haven't read 'In Writing a Letter' yet, I HIGHLY recommend it.