I won't prattle on about my Silentshipper love, because this is not a Silentshipping fanfic. (Opens a fan with the kanji for 'Black' on it and hides her mouth) No my wonderful guests, this is for a pairing that as far as I can tell does not exist officially; I have no idea what to call it.
You must read and decide if I am any good at writing this.
Summary: He promised to live for his brother's sake. But while the nights of a lifetime are short, the days are long and often unbearable. He carries his broken blade with him without a reason or a master to fight for. Flowers bring peace to many, including the dead. Will they save him?
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The Swordsman and the Flowergirl
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ONE: Walkabout
The outer shell of the Doma Organization's headquarters had fallen one day; not long after the monster that lay beneath had followed.
It was midnight when they stood together before the ruins of their home. The three Swordsmen of Doma had gathered once more.
"It's weird," Valon said, his hands in the pockets of his red jacket.
"It's the way it should be," Rafael said. "If it had stayed standing, the military or Kaiba would have torn it down anyway."
"I guess," the youngest member of the three Swordsmen sighed and scratched his spikey, almond-brown head. "Still, it was…home."
Amelda nudged a piece of metal with his foot before kicking it as hard and as far as he could. "I'll miss it, too," he said quietly.
It had been their base of operations; it had been their place to escape from the outside and all its horrors. But it had also been their home. It had been the place they met and lived together for many years, almost like brothers. Amelda and Valon had gotten into enough arguments and Rafael had broken each of them up enough times that they practically had qualified as brothers.
Now they would go their separate ways. Never to return to the place they had accepted themselves.
"What are your guys' plans?" Valon asked after a long while. "Raf?"
The well-built blond sighed, smiling lightly. "I'm going to finish the plans my parents had," he said. "We were all going to travel the world, visit every place we could and even a couple we couldn't. I think they would like that." He moved his soft blue eyes to his younger 'brother'. "And you?"
Valon smiled. "I'll stick to American soil," he shrugged. "I dunno what I'll do though. I just really want to move around; see stuff. Who knows, I might find something." He looked to the third member of their party as he stood atop a pile of rubble. "Hey, Mel! What are you gonna do?"
The wine-red-haired youth clambered down to level ground. "Walkabout."
Valon blinked. "What?"
"Walkabout," Amelda repeated, letting his silver gaze stray to the ruins of his second home. "It's this thing that I heard about once. You walk around until you meet yourself; when you finally do you sit down and talk."
"What about?" Rafael asked.
Amelda shrugged. "I'll know when I find myself."
"You're so weird, Mel," Valon sighed heavily. "Well, I guess if I see you, I'll tell you to sit down and give you a call to come over."
It took a moment for the other, older two swordsmen to work out what the third youth had said, and Amelda smiled. "Thanks."
Smiles were exchanged, and again the three looked to the mess that had been their castle in the sky.
The sun peeked over the edge of the horizon bringing light and life to the city and rose a good ways into the sky before they decided to leave.
"If you guys need anything, give me a call," Rafael said. "I can send you money or whatever whenever you need it."
"Thanks, man," Valon smiled. "That means a lot."
"You sure you don't want to come with us?" Amelda asked.
The head of almond-brown hair shook. "Nah. At least not yet. Maybe I'll wake up one day and decide to cross the ocean again. For now, I'll stick close to it, but keep my feet on dirt. Thanks anyway."
Rafael turned to Amelda. "Where are you planning to go first?"
The thin, almost feminine swordsman cast his gaze to the ground, then up ahead. "Back home," he replied. "I've been mourning over it for a long time, I figure that's the first place I'd be."
Though Rafael was the most loyal to Dartz and his cause, Amelda had been the first Swordsman of Doma. Taken in when he was twelve, it had been six long years fighting for the God of the Orichalcos.
"I can give you a lift," Rafael said.
"Thank you."
Valon and Amelda mounted their bikes, while Rafael got into the front seat of the jeep.
"Well, good luck to both of ya!" Valon smiled, revving his bike. "Don't be a stranger!"
"Same to you, Hedgehog," Amelda replied. "Don't go getting into trouble with the law anytime soon."
"Don't go getting raped, 'Miss'," the youth grinned.
"Enough," Rafael chuckled. "If you keep giving well-wishes, we'll never leave each other."
Nodding, Valon pulled out. "Bye, guys." He paused. "Hey…"
"Hm?" Rafael and Amelda turned.
"…I love you guys." And with that, he sped off down the road.
The other two Swordsmen stared after their friend and surrogate brother before looking at each other and smiling gently.
Amelda and Rafael left together, and eventually went their separate ways.
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