A/N: I don't own Soul Calibur, Namco does…which sucks. And to get a feel of this chapter, listen to Far Away by Nickelback…it'll help.
Voldo's pearl white eyes looked up at the woman named Ivy. His alabaster white flesh flushed a tad.
Ivy knelt in front of him and touched his mask like face. His skin was as smooth as the marble floor below them. She had never seen him without his facial gear on. Ivy was taken aback by his beauty. Gods, he was so handsome. Damn!
"Can you see me?" She asked in a whisper.
"Yes, I can see you perfectly," Voldo replied. Ivy blushed. She took his hand and entwined her fingered with his long ones. Voldo's cheeks turned red.
Ivy pulled out the poems from her cloak. "Did you write these?"
Voldo tilted his head down and muttered, "Yes."
Ivy tilted his head up, "I loved them."
Voldo's face grew redder. "Isabella," he began, "Ever since I saw you, I though you beautiful. But I was afraid to meet you face to face. Or get a chance to talk to you. I was afraid that…that people would make fun of me. Not that I get taunted enough, as is. But, also, I was afraid that you wouldn't like me." A single tear fell from his face.
Ivy hugged him tight, cradling him in her arms, she wiped away his tear. "I love you," she whispered to him and she kissed him. It was a deep, warm, passionate kiss. Ivy ended the kiss and hugged Voldo again. Voldo hugged her back.
"L'amo, l'Edera. L'amo con tutto il cuore," he whispered, "I don't care what other people say as long as I am with you. I love you with all of my heart and soul."
Ivy was small compared to Voldo's tall frame. For the first time in her life, she felt…loved.
It was midnight when they walked out of St. Mark's Cathedral hand in hand.
A/N: translation: I love you, Ivy. I love you with all my heart and they stop at Yoshimitsu's house next...yayy