Sorry this is extremely late, Katra, but I've been busy with my studies. Don't think I forgot about your birthday! So Kat, this chapter is dedicated to you! And your intense love of Kratos and Yuan. heh.

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meowzy- Here's the update as promised.

Black- Yuan does hide loads of stuff. I'm sure this chapter won't disappoint

Emerald Flame

"The weather has unexpectedely changed. Yuan, get up and let's make our leave before the storm emerges once more."

Kratos lightly shook Yuan's limp, sleeping body. It was early morning, far earlier then what both seraphims were used to getting up at. Day break had finally brought a break in the storm, but would they take this chance to escape was the real question. Either way, as they sat there, every second more snow melted, and the storm loomed closer to returning. It was true Kratos knew this, but informing Yuan of this, especially when he was half-asleep, was a complete waste of effort.

"That's nice..good for you," Hissed Yuan, pushing Kratos' arm off him, still in dreams. Rolling over, the blue-haired seraphim pulled the blankets tighter around his body and murmured untelligeable words, face buried in the pillow.

"Come on, get up and stop wasting time," Kratos prodded, placing his hand on Yuan's shoulder to shake him once more. Garnet eyes scanned the seraphim's body, intensley. It was a matter of mind over whatever tempation Kratos was feeling at the time.

"I love..." Yuan's words from his dreams became slurrs as he reamined stiff, not reliezing Kratos was standing inches away from him. Raising an eyebrow, Kratos found himself in a oddly perfect situation. Smirking, he sat down next to Yuan.

"Love who?" He dared.

"Red," Was all that came from Yuan. Surely red has a meaning, didn't it. Sighing, Kratos tilted his head and felt oddly disappointed that Yuan wasn't confessing to his feelings. And as it was starting to show, Kratos doubted the seraphim even had feelings anymore towards anything.

"Alright, I'll wake you in an hour. We should have time after that to escape. Wouldn't want to interrupt your beauty sleep, would I Yuan?" Kratos snickered as he lightly pushed himself up from the bed. The only thing that stop Kratos from leaving the room, or quite frankly leaving the deserted wasteland without Yuan was his next few words.

"Don't..go."

"Hmm?" Kratos glanced back down at the sleep-talking Yuan. Either he was in a dream, but had Yuan just demanded he didn't go? This was too good, there had to be a catch. Kratos remained stiff as a stone, wanting to know more.

"Kratos..don't do it," This time a pleed came from Yuan's mouth as his expression turned to pain and shock. Puzzeled, Kratos watched Yuan, trying to figure out what he was talking about. What was he dreaming that got him so worked up?

"Do what?"

"Don't- leave again, I lo-" It was too good to be true. All good things must come to an end. Yuan sprung up in mid sentence and starred wide eyed at Kratos. Fear resided in the half-elf's eyes as he guessed what he was just ranting on about in his dreams.

"Some funny dreams you have there Yuan," Was all Kratos replied with before leaving the room to get ready toventure out in the cold alongside Yuan. Yuan just sat there, dumbfounded why Kratos left everytime he attempted a confession. This was his was of confessions. He couldn't just come out and say it, that wasn't like him.

"Kratos," Yuan growled pushing himself out of the bed and walked out into the other room. He found Kratos sitting at a table, staring out the window.

"What gives you the right to listen in on my dreams?" Hissed Yuan.

"One can't help but listen when you're basically yelling in your sleep."

"You could have just left when I started talking..."

"You make everything so difficult," Kratos yawned, and looked at Yuan's wandering gaze. Yuan wasn't expecting Kratos to look at him, so he had to hide the blush that was beginning to creep up on his face.

"I... Look, the weather's nice. Let's go," Yuan stammered. Kratos looked at Yuan more intensley and the slighest grin crossed the mercenaries face. Alarmed, Yuan stepped back and raised an eyebrow. "What's with the look?"

"We're not going anywhere until you explain to me what's on your mind. Not telling me is telling me you could care less if I sided with Mithos," Kratos grimmaced, then gave Yuan a smirk as he awaited an answer. Shifting to side to side, Yuan ran a hand through a few stray strands of his hair and looked down at his feet, trying to word an answer.

"I like your eyes," Yuan mutterted, looking down at the floorboards.

"Come again?" Kratos asked, oblvious to the compliment Yuan had just given him.

"I said, I like your freaking eyes," Yuan hissed, glaring back at Kratos. The anger passed, as a blush was replaced. Although he worded it differently, it still meant the same. Taking the hint, Kratos just sat there.

"I'm not used to compliments from you," Was all Kratos replied.

"That's all you have to say!"

"What else is there to? All you did was make a compliment on my eyes." Kratos retorted.

"You foolish human," Yuan whispered, looking away from Kratos' intense look.

"Please, I could do without the sudden change of moods, or the race discrimnation," Kratos chimed, giving Yuan a stern look, even though he doubted Yuan would see it.

"Kratos."

"What now, Yuan?"

"If you're going to be like that, then I won't talk to you," Yuan snapped, clenching his fists.

"I'm sorry, go ahead." Kratos sighed, looking at the seraphim who was standing only feet away.

"I-'m not sure how to put this into words," Yuan blinked a few times.

"Well, what's 'this'," Kratos asked curiously, standing up and walking right up to Yuan. If Yuan was nervous about this before, his anxiouty had just shot up.

"Come here," Yuan sighed, beckoning Kratos as close as he could get. Stunned, Kratos obeyed and stood in front of Yuan, awiating an answer.

"What's bothering you," Kratos asked kindly. Gulping down any pride he had, Yuan extended a hand and pulled Kratos closer to his face to listen.

"Sometimes, words can not be used to describe one's feelings," Yuan replied, with a slight smile, for the first time since this whole ordeal. Kratos gave a stiff nod, trying not to melt in Yuan's grasp.

"And sometimes you have to trust you heart, no matter how mouse-brained it may seem," Yuan contiuned, pratically breathing on Kratos' cheek.

"Yes, and what is it telling you?"

"First, it'stelling you to shut the hell up," Yuan begain cruley but then softened. "And two, it's telling me now would be a grand time to..." Yuan leaned closer. "kiss you" He replied briskfully placing a chaste kiss on Kratos'lips.

Stunned, it took Kratos a few moments to react to this startlement. But just having Yuan mouth to mouth with him was reason enough to become weak in the knees. Gentlygrabbing Yuan's hair, he pulled the seraphim as hard as he could against his body, deepening the kiss. But the lack of air caused the kiss to be broken.

"So, you love me?"Kratos blinked.

"Love is such an overused word."

"Indeed it is," Kratos smiled lightly. Yuan glanced back up at Kratos.

"Let's get out of here, and we'll talk later," Yuan added in, walking to the door. Kratos stood there for a few moments longer. Now, truly was where Kratos had lost all sure-ness in himself. Now, Yuan had confessed what little, or large feelings he had towards him. And that one kiss, it was truly the most remarkable and well-deserved moment he had ever longed for. But the only thing that stood in Kratos' way of finding out how far Yuan's love ran, was Origin's seal, or death itself.

AN:
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