Naoki07 here. Welcome to 'Limitless Bond', the next chapter of 'Angel'. Many developments have occurred since the last update, and I can't tell you how excited I am! I have a lot of ideas for RoyxMarth oneshots, a sequel for 'Angel', and I'm still working on the story that concerns the rebirth of our favorite couple. I gain a lot of inspiration from everything-right now I'm watching Samurai Champloo, my latest source of inspiration. I can't wait to post more oneshots, but for now, here's another chapter of 'Angel'! Please enjoy!

Wolverine would like to explain that this story is a 'shounen-ai/boy's love' story. If you do not approve of this concept, please don't waste the author's time. Once again, if you do NOT approve of this concept, please DO NOT waste my time. Please note that the battle sequence was inspired by 'Advent Children'. Thank you very much.

Current background music: Samurai Champloo theme

Riev's eyes were locked onto the eyes of his opponent. Heavy breaths were being absorbed into his body, and his heart was throbbing with the ferocity of a thousand wildfires. His own eyes were heavy with a blend of triumph, ecstasy and tumultuous wrath; they bore a strong resemblance to the eyes of a fierce wildcat. His body was throbbing with rivers of hot sweat; each bead carried a thousand suns with it, and it was excruciatingly hot. He was a few yards away from his opponent; they had just broken off a deadlock several seconds ago, and now they were staring each other down, waiting for the next move.

The eyes of his opponent, which were normally gentle, were filled with the greatest sorrow imaginable. The sorrow within his eyes was being emitted in the form of anger; he looked like a wolf that had just been torn from his soul mate. He too was breathing heavy, but not a single river of sweat was present, and he bore the aura of a confident lion. He knew of his abilities, and he knew of his opponent's abilities; he knew of the battleground, and he knew it well. The Altean was normally gentle, but at the moment he was a deity of wrath-his soul mate's life was in grave danger, and so the need for a gentle heart was absent. His eyes were shining with oceans of sorrow, and he looked as if he wanted to tear his opponent apart...

Silence elapsed between them, and it was excruciating silence. The temple was cold, even colder than the silver moon, and the ground beneath them was a hot sheet of ice...

Minutes passed...time passed...

The Altean shattered the silence.

His voice was soft, but deadly.

It would have killed an average warrior.

"Tell me how to find him. Now."

Riev smiled at his old friend. He was dangling a piece of meat in the lion's face, and the lion's reactions were quite amusing. "Sorry-can't do that." he told him, removing a river of hot sweat from his forehead. "He can't be found, my friend. He's lost."

Marth placed himself in a fighting stance.

"You should be elated, my friend!" Riev continued, pushing the fire even more. "You have a chance to start over. I mean, think about it. Why should an Altean waste time on a mere mortal? You were crafted in the hands of the gods themselves, Your Highness! You should find another to give yourself to!"

The fire became even hotter.

"That scummy cockroach makes a filthy bedmate, I'm sure. Don't you want to something more?"

Marth's eyes became deadly, venomous blades of hatred. He was ready to rip his opponent apart; his gentle eyes looked as if they had been drenched in flames, and his face was twisted in pure anger. The grip he had on Falchion was a tight one...

He wanted to keep himself from clawing Riev's eyes out.

"You're beautiful, Lord of Altea. Your skin, your eyes...everything about you is flawless. You deserve more...so much more. It's hard to believe that you're committing such a horrific sin, my Lord. Shouldn't you at least take a wife for yourself, so you can spread your beauty to another soul? You're wasting everything that was given to you!"

The passionate beating of Marth's heart increased with every word.

He regretted nothing. There was nothing he wanted to take back.

The choice he made...was a choice he was happy with.

The smiles of his beloved mate, the embraces he shared with him...the memories they created with each other...

He treasured all of it.

"You're wasting everything that was given to you!"

The Altean spoke to his opponent. His voice was calm, but venomous and fatal.

"Riev...you know nothing."

If Marth had killed him a second later, it wouldn't have been too much of a surprise. The Altean looked like the perfect samurai; triumphant, confident and deadly.

"I love him. I'll say it a million times if I have to. I love him, damn you, and I'd do nothing to change that."

He lunged out at his opponent a second later. The attack was fierce, and delivered with the greatest amount of elegance; it was a hard attack to counter. Riev made an attempt to block the attack, but the attempt crumbled miserably. The two of them engulfed themselves in another duel...bearing their own blades of destiny.

By the gods, I'll tear down the gates of Hell to get to you.

I love you, Roy...I would rather die than live without you.

Where are you?

Heavy footsteps were echoing throughout the halls of Altea's palace. Each footstep held a thousand oceans of tension, and a million oceans of sorrow. The heartbeat of a young soul increased with each footstep, and the rhythm of his heart was intolerably painful. His soft, childlike eyes were filled with ardent desperation, and his heart was pounding upon the drums of immoderate apprehension. Wisps of his golden brown hair were locked onto the sides of his face, and his face was burning from rivers of sweat...

He was still trapped in the past, but his heart was no longer separated from the heart of his soul mate. His soul was no longer lost in a torrent of sorrow; it was soaring among a sky of eternity, and he wanted his heart to fly among the same sky. His soul mate was trapped in the present, but his heart was no longer torn from his; both of their hearts were tied together, and they were one force under the heavens. There were no boundaries, no limits, no rules or obligations.

There was no doubt. There was no fear.

Marth loved him.

And he loved Marth.

That was all that mattered.

"Damn it all, I may not deserve you..."

Marth's blade continued to clash against Riev's blade. Beads of sweat continued to stream down his face...each heartbeat carried a thousand memories...

I may be unable to find you...but...

Minutes elapsed ...and brought both of their hearts closer.

Roy found himself under the black skies of Altea...under the skies of his soul mate's past...

"I may be unworthy of you...but...no matter what..."

Both of their hearts cried out in unison...even though they were miles away from each other...

"...my heart will always embrace you!"

-I hope the last half of this chapter wasn't confusing. I was able to picture it perfectly; I hope my readers will be able to picture it well too! Thank you very much for reading!