Thanks for the reviews, yes I know I'm evil for putting in the cliffhanger and no confession towards Yuan. Ha ha ha. You never know when I will. OK time to reply to my lovely reviewers.

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Eternal Flame
Chapter Four: Confession

His view on life was completely flipped around, and turned inside out. Just the thought of Kratos letting Mithos cause a storm that could put his life in danger was unbelievable. Unaccusable. Sure Kratos had betrayed Yuan countless times before, but to act as if nothing was wrong and lead him on acting as if he really had changed, that hurt. Yuan never really did have anyone other than Martel, the only people he ever got close to were ripped away,either by death or war. And now Yuan was sick and tired of it. Never would he allow Kratos to twist his mind again, but how long that thought would last was another thing. Could he really escape Kratos?

"Damn him," Was all Yuan could say. Leaning against the door to his room, safely inside, he let out a peeved off sigh. This thing called 'trust' was so hard, especially when you could never trust the other person to begin with. And now Yuan was suffering the consequences of starting to trust Kratos again.

"I don't want to live anymore. I wish Kratos would have let me die out in the cold, would be a better death then being killed by someone you thought cared," His mutterting became slurs. Closing his emerald eyes in frustration, the only thing to do at a time like this was to let out all the vexation. And relax. But relaxing was impossible, which was proved when a knocking came on Yuan's door after a few minutes had passed.

"Yuan, don't act immature. Come out so we can talk," He sounded so calm about this. But even when Kratos was calm, the insults came at full thortle. Just being called 'immature' was enough to make Yuan cringe at the thought of even looking at Kratos.

"Talk? To you? I'd rather be eaten alive," It came out in a slurred hiss, and almost sounded like a snake. Unsure Kratos understood it, Yuan remained still with his back to the door. He didn't dare to move in fear Kratos may take the idea of walking in.

"You're blowing this way out of propoisitions. You never let me finish before you stormed off," Kratos contiuned as if he thought Yuan was listening. He was, in a way. Half listening, and half hoping Kratos would disappear.

"Just go away..."

"No, now open this door so we can finish what has been started," Kratos demanded, placing his hand on the doorknob, with full intentions of telling Yuan what he had to. Glaring at the door, Yuan backed away from it and leaned against the wall, knowing full well this moment would come sooner or later, and sooner was better.

"Thank you," Kratos chipply said as he entered the room and lightly shut the door behind him. How could he keep a straight face at a time like this? Kratos was a man of many mysteries alright, even if they were ones about himself.

"Hurry up and talk so you can make your leave," Yuan snapped, crossing in arms, trying to resisit the urge of kicking Kratos out of the room. Puzzlement filled Kratos' eyes as he uneasily cleared his throat.

"As I was saying, you need to understand that I have my reasons for what I'm doing. Sure it may not make sense now, but it will."

"You always say that."

"Look at me Yuan, does it look like I'm lieing to you?" Kratos spoke, grabbing Yuan's face and lightly turning it so he was looking at Kratos. Yuan remained stiff for a few moments before jerking rapidly and slapping Kratos' arm off of him.

"I told you, don't touch me."

"You can't get close to anyone, can you Yuan?"

"Who's there to get close with? I lost Martel, and in result I lost my ability to love. So don't go throwing around the terms of love to me," It was an annoyed hiss, but intelliagble at the least.

"You still believe that?"

"That my only love was Martel? Then, correct. And anyways, why are we even talking about this! You're more heartless then I am."

"That's not true Yuan."

"How is that 'not true'."

"Open your eyes!" Kratos bellowed angirliy, looking sternly at Yuan. It was a long moment before Yuan could reply. He wasn't sure what Kratos was talking about. Or if he really wanted to know.

"What are you saying?"

"What am I saying! How can you possibly say that after all these years," Now it was Kratos who broke off his sentence and looked away. His face was losing it's color, and blood wasn't coperating as well as it should have. In numerous ways.

"You're saying that you can't believe I can't see your ways are correct and what I'm doing is wrong, isn't that right Kratos?"

"No! That's not right. Don't you see! Are you that dense?" His body was shaking uneasily as he mutterted those words strongly to the fellow seraphim who stood meters away from him. Casting uneasy glances, Yuan just shook his head, unsure what was on Kratos' mind at this point.

"No, I don't see."

"How.. can you not see what I'm trying to tell you?" Kratos whispered, still looking away from Yuan. This confession was becoming harder from Yuan's lack of agreeance and reliezation. Was Yuan really this dense, or was he just toying with Kratos to make him say it. Either way, this was becoming harder to say by the second, and Kratos began to fell weak in the knees.

"Then what are you trying to tell me?" Yuan asked, as sharp as ever, as he raised an eyebrow. He just didn't get it, now and not ever.

"Yuan, what I'm trying to say is..." He was cut short from his nerves as he whispered the words to himself so Yuan couldn't here. Becoming flustered, Yuan grabbed Kratos by the arm.

"Do you intend to tell me what's got you so worked up? Or do you really hate me that much," Yuan's words were as harsh as the look he gave Kratos. But for some reason, Kratos just starred at Yuan not being able to speak. Confessions weren't Kratos' strong suit. Besides telling Lloyd he was his father, this was the most difficult thing in his extremely long life.

"I don't hate you, that's the farthest thing from my mind."

"Then, I don't hate you... I trust that you have your reasons for residing with Mithos, and I just have to accept that."

"Thank you."

"Don't make it sound like me saying I don't hate you is the greatest thing ever. Because I still do have a strong dislike for you," Yuan snickered. For some reason he still wasn't getting what Kratos wanted to tell him. And just saying those words hurt Kratos so much. How could he admit his affections when Yuan was stating his dislike for him?

"Oh right, I guess I was just overreacting."

"Something is defiently still on your mind,tell me. We're stuck in here, it's only the two of us to hear whatever your going to ramble on about, so just say it.It can't possibly make me hate you even more then I do," It was intended as a joke but Kratos looked at Yuan hopefully.

"But could it possibly make your dislike for me decrease?" You could sense the hope in Kratos' voice as he breathed those words.

"What? Are you talking about?"

"I guess I better get this over with now, then suffer knowing I never confessed."

"Confessed? Confessed what?"Yuan asked, alittle annoyed but a little concerned about what Kratos was going to confess. Honestly, he thought it was about Mithos or something else, but what really was Kratos' confession was the last thing Yuan could think of. But still, he never had that thought about Kratos, but would it be worth thinking.

"This is hard for me to say, so I want to ask that you don't blow this out of propotions when I tell you," Kratos asked numbly, dreading rejection from his oldest friend.

"Just say it, stop acting all physophical," Yuan yawned. Kratos looked sternly at Yuan for a few more passing moments then his body went limp from the damn nerves. It was the time to confess, knowing he couldn't move even if he wanted to. And with Yuan inches away, the timing was inpecable.

"I think," Kratos began. Yuan raised an eyebrow and awaited whatever Kratos had to say. At first Kratos was going to say it,but he thought of a better plan. But would his numb body allow such actions without overeacting? Sighing, he looked at Yuan deeply.

"Think what?" Yuan asked, watching Kratos' every expression.

"That I," Kratos smiled, and lightly pulled Yuan closer and placed a kiss on his lips. The fear of rejection subsided as their lips met, but Yuan just stood there, stunned, and didn't respond. He wasn't too sure what Yuan's reaction would be, but he had to finish his statement of confession before anything else. Kratos pulled away and looked downward, wanting to speak before Yuan could react to his kiss. "love you," he finished.

AN:

Are you happy now? Hehe, I put a cliffhanger, you will never know Yuan's reaction until the next chapter. Will he admit his love, if he has any towards Kratos (i wonder) or will be brutally push the lovesick seraphim away?

Also, the plot will be more revealed in the next chapter, Kratos will go into details. And I'm thinking four more chapters to this story.