Come back, come back to Me 3
Author Note: Okay, Sam: Whenever you read this...GOMINSAI! I am having BAD writer's block for Legends...as soon as I get all my Ps and Qs straight with an idea, I WILL update! ;D Oh, and to everyone else...
Sam is my bestest friend in the whole wide world in real life, and on March 28th, she will have a FF account! She'll be known as GoseiGokaiBlue, so everyone, let's give her a warm welcome! I am SO protective of her, and my advice: If you don't enjoy getting me angry, don't you DARE hurt her. Because I WILL find out.
And on that happy note...
Time for me to make this showy! :D
The small waterfall on the stream was beautiful, as was the meadow and the sunset. Ever so, Joe didn't really awknowledge that. He was too depressed.
His heart was screwing with him. Part of it wanted to go back to the Gallen, to explain things to the others. Maybe they could help get him through it...
But no. The other part of his heart told him to not concern them with it, to figure this out on his own. This was his fight, not theirs.
His thoughts wandered over and over to Ahim, much to his disliking. He wouldn't admit it if you asked it, but...he'd always had a thing for her. Sure, maybe Marvelous was the whole reason why she was even a Pirate. But his heart had been stolen by her, and he knew the others knew it.
She didn't, though. But that was probably for the better, anyway.
And even more so now.
Cid, the trees seemed to whisper that name, the name forever on his lips and imprinted into his heart, Cid, Cid...
He clutched his arms, lowering his gaze to watch his feet move. The voice was all around him, and he pulled out his Moterbite. He'd had it off for most of this time, to ensure they didn't track him. But as soon as he saw the date, his heart wrenched.
That was why he was hearing the voice so much today. It always happened, and it always would. This day was the day a life was taken, and his was thrown into agonizing despair.
The day Cid made him run.
"I got a signal!" Hakasae crowed, furiously typing to track the blinking lap on the high-tect map only he understood.
"'Bout time!" the captain grinned for the first time in three days...everyone was.
Ahim stood up hurridley from where she'd been trying not to doze off on the couch. They were finally going to find Joe.
"Demo..." she gazed out of the porthole window, "why did he leave so suddenly?" That would certainly be the first thing she'd have to ask him.
Just as quick as it came on, the blinking light died on the screen.
He knew he'd made a mistake by turning that thing on.
The week. That was his goal. One week to let the torture overcome him. Then he'd return to the others.
Apparently six days was going to have to get it.
Sitting on a damp, mossy log, he stared up at the sky. It was cloudy, hazy, and the threatening rain seemed to reflect his heart. He doubted this pain would ever end. Every day...every day he put up with this kind of pain.
Today's pain seemed to be worse than usaul. It seemed even worse than last year's ache on this day.
He figured he probably one hour to do this for a day's worth of pain. So he'd have to make this count.
Placing his face in his hands, he let the first tear drip down his face.
"Ah...there he is," the captain's smirk only grew when he saw the denim jacket around a motionless figure.
"Joe-san!" Ahim didn't even mind that the others stared when she was the first to cry out. In a flash, she was on the surface and rushing towards her friend, shouting his name over and over.
He was motionless, and she saw his face twisted into pain and tragic loss. She'd never seen him look so emotional about something...this kind of pain must have been that bad. She recalled staring into a broken mirror the night after she'd lost her planet...
The facial expression she'd worn matched the one he displayed now.
His long bangs were plastered to his red face, and he sniffed in his sleep. She drooped to her knees and cradled his head in her lap, stroking his hair free from his soaked face and brushing the leaves off his body.
Even she knew what had happened.
Joe figured that'd he wake up on the Gallen, which he did. That didn't mean he was too pleased at that fact.
He had to unstick his face from his pillow...great. That was just great. The tears had kept coming even after he'd fallen asleep. Sitting up, he discovered his hands to be trembling, and he tore his bangs away from his eyes.
That's enough of all that now, he coached himself, struggling to regain his image, you had your cry. Now toughen up! Cid would be ashamed if he saw you like this
"I saved his soul..." he mumured to himself, nodding slowly and remembering the last time he'd seen his friend, "I saved his soul, I saved his soul..."
These four words were the only four that would ever calm him down...
He chose to ignore the fact Ahim was watching from the doorframe.
She knew.
She knew more than he'd ever give her credit for.
That kind of pain was something she knew. She knew it well.
That night she was the one walking away from the Gallen. His pain was her pain.
And now she needed to control those emotions herself. She couldn't bear to see him like that. Not when he was so broken and so torn. She just couldn't.
That'd make it impossible for her to mask her own pain.