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Italics caps DAD = Aurion Kratos

Unitalics lowercase dad = Irving Dirk

There will be MAJOR Dirk bashing on the part of Aurion Kratos.

Chapter II: Fated Meeting

The Akuren Princess: Miss Brunel, will you do the disclaimer this go around?

Brunel Colette: Of course *smiles warmly at the authoress*

Aurion-Irving-Lloyd: "NO! Colette don't! She's EVIL" *glares at the authoress*

Aurion Kratos: "Lloyden, what have I told you about your tongue?" *glancing at his son*

Aurion Irving Lloyd: *looking down at the floor speaking in a soft voice and refusing to meet his fathers or the authoresses gaze* "If you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all"

Aurion Kratos: *nods* "That's right my son, now what do you say to Miss Akuren?"

Aurion Irving Lloyden: "…"

Aurion Kratos: "Lloyden, you know I am only trying to teach you life lessons so you do not follow down my dark path, right in my footsteps, now please if you will, apologize to Miss Akuren"

Irving Dirk: "T'ere be no need for tat, I've taut eim all he needs to know bout life lessons"

Aurion Irving Lloyd: "All right dad!" "See, I was taught them by "dad" * he uses air quote s around Dirk's head*, because you *points at a horrified Kratos* were not there to teach me yourself, I grew up fine" *smirking at Kratos's defeated look*

Irving Dirk: "at's mai boy!"

Aurion Kratos: *seething* Dirk, if you teach my son anything more of your preposterous ways, taking your arms off your body and feeding them to Noishe will be the least of your worries" *turns the full power of the "Kratos-Death-Glare-Of-Doom-And-Gloom" on the Dwarf bestowing them with his presence.* *Turning on his own son* "Apologize to Miss Akuren now Lloyden…or help me Martel I will…"

Yggdrasill Martel: "You will what, Aurion Kratos, four-thousand-year-old-seraph-my-original-companio n,-best friend of my fiancé?" "Remember this Dwarf* gestures to Dirk with her free hand*, raised your son for Fourteen years in which you were absent in his life"

Aurion Kratos: *hits the floor on one knee, bowing his head to the reincarnated goddess* "M...Martel…"

Ka-Fai Yuan: "My my, what do we have here" *looks around the room at all participants* "We decided to swing by and see how you were doing old friend and to deliver some amazing news" *smirking*

Aurion Kratos: *still on his knee, but looking up at Yuan now" "And what would that be, my "OLD" friend?" *questions slightly irked while throwing emphasis on the word old*

Ka-Fai Yuan: *Smirking back at Kratos, a mischievous gleam in his green eyes* "Martel is pregnant; and that means that YOU, Aurion Kratos, WILL BE BECOMING AN UNCLE" *smirks at his best friend*

Aurion: Kratos: "…"

Yggdrasill Mithos: *teleports in randomly, and at the wrong portion of the conversation* "MARTEL IS WHAT!" *turning to Yuan, shifting into his older form and grabbing Yuan by the front of the cape and then shaking his so Yuan sees pretty birdies and star, screaming at his former companion* "DISSAPEAR!"

Aurion Irving Lloyd: "…you're pregnant? How does that happen? *A clueless Lloyd opens his mouth to say more*

Aurion Kratos, Ka-Fai-Yuan: *cutting him off* Lloyden!

Ka-Fai-Yuan: "Lloyden, is there a brain under that hair, tell me you did not just ask that" *holding his head in the palm of his hand and shaking it in utter denial*

Aurion Kratos: *smirking with a winning smile* "It seems that you have not taught my son "everything" he needs to know, now isn't that right, Irving Dirk, the Dwarf"

Irving Dirk: "…"

Aurion Kratos: "I thought so it seems I have still much to teach you my son" *glances at Lloyden, who is looking like a lost puppy dog, then at Dirk who is sending a Death Glare all his own back at the Seraph*

Aurion Irving Lloyd: "didn't ask what Uncle Yuan, Dad?" *totally lost and clueless as to the severity of the situation*

Aurion Kratos: Lloyden, I will tell you what you do not know when you are older, for right now *drops his voice to the tone he used in the first Disclaimer battle* "Apologize to the goddess, your uncle, and to the authoress, if you don't, I will let Yuan have the pleasure of feeding you Miss Sages cooking, and I will allow the authoress write you out of this chapter, and wherever she sees fit."

Aurion Irving Lloyd: *thinking better on his stomachs well-being, his appearances in this fan fiction, and what the authoress could do to him later on * "I …I'm…I'm so sorry! Please don't feed me Raine's "COOKING" Uncle Yuan!" *dives under the couch and manages to get halfway out the other side before his sword sheaths get caught, pinning him to the floor, his head and shoulder sticking out the other side*

Ka-Fai-Yuan: "perfect" *smirks, walking over to where Lloyd is stuck and kneels on one knee beside him, "Miss Sage could you bring me some breakfast" "I need you too, miss Fujibayashi" he calls to Raine and Sheena as he waits for the food so he can begin the punishment that was assigned to him by the authoress, his best friend's father, and on behalf of his pregnant fiancé*

Sage Raine: Here is the food you asked for" *handing him a bowl of what is assumed to be "breakfast"

Fujibayashi Sheena: "Okay, I'm here what-cha need?"

Ka-Fai Yuan: Do you remember what you did you Kratos during the OVA bonus episode?" *At Sheena's nod he continues* "I need you to do the same thing now on my nephew "Lloyden"

Aurion Irving Lloyd: *eyes wide with panic he tries, and fails to stop his uncle from filling his mouth and stomach with the nasty concoction*

Fujibayashi Sheena: *slapping on the seal when he finishes, smirking*

Aurion Irving Lloyden: *turning purple, his eyes watering, and cheeks puffed out from not swallowing the last bite of food*

Aurion Kratos: "you did this to yourself my son, now you must…Blame your Fate"

Brunel Colette: "Justice and Love will ALWAYS win"

The Akuren Princess: *smiling and leaning into Kratos* "Now that that's settled, Colette, if you will please the disclaimer?"

Brunel Colette: "Of course" "*clears throat* "The Akuren Princess Does Not Own Tales of Symphonia, but she Does own her OC Akuren Airen."

Aurion Kratos: "My son, Dirk must have taught you to be this way, because I was not there as you said…to teach you… and because of that…you truly must…Blame your fate…"

Aurion-Irving-Lloyden: *Passes out due to the nasty concoction in his mouth and stomach*

Kratos's PoV (His and Lloyden's House)

It's been four years almost to the day of Genesis for the new world; Lloyd is 21 and Colette 20. I remember shortly after the Regeneration, and Reunification, and Rebirth of the two competing worlds known as Sylverant and Tethe'alla, when I asked my son to do the unthinkable.

I remember his reaction, could see the pain in his eyes, as I asked him to send me to Derris-Kharlan to repent for my sins against those I'd been in contact with, and to do some thinking on the desolate chunk of mana floating in space.

He at first rebelled against my decision for self-isolation just like I expected him to do, but after talking it out with himself at his mother's grave, fighting with himself, crying, screaming and whoever would listen, or anyone who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and dragging his feet to reach a decision, he reluctantly agreed to my request, even though it killed him mentally and physically and emotionally to do so.

Again I was inflicting damage on his heart and soul, but this was for the benefit of my son Lloyd's future and mine. This way I would be able to throw all the Exsphere's on Derris-Kharlan into space so they could not be used as tools for others evil ambitions. After that I would return, but I didn't relay that bit of information to him.

Regret stung my eyes, and the back of my throat, and I'm sure tears would have welled up if they were able; yet I forged on, forcing myself to move, I swallowed the lumps that had accumulated and lodged itself into my throat, and lungs not allowing me to breathe or speak.

I am sure he could see the pain in my eyes, the utter defeat and disgust I had for myself for yet again abandoning him. However if I didn't do this, I'd never be able to do anything for him or myself, I'd never be the same. I needed the time to think, a place to be alone. That is the reason I asked him to do this for me, I would return to him, but it wouldn't be until I finished everything I set for myself to do while I was on Derris-Kharlan.

My last words to my son that day before he sent me to my destination, my self-imposed imprisonment on the chunk of mana were: Don't die before I do, Thank You…Lloyd, my wonderful son". My throat closed up as I neared the ending of my speech, strong emotions of love, and fatherly affection toward the boy standing in front of me, my only son, Aurion Lloyden.

He embraced me after much hesitation within his limbs, and a storm of uncertainty raging in his eyes. As I waited for this moment to pass, realizing it would be the first time in fourteen years that my son and I would touch other than in the throes of battle, in other words me saving his ass time and time again. Watching with tortured eyes, pained beyond all belief and my breath catching in my throat as his mind forced his limbs to move.

His utter uncertainty and chaotic confusion that he was suffering though was apparent in the jerky movements and a sure sign he was fighting within himself whether to do so or not. I was the one shocked that day though, because even though I knew it was coming, it was sudden. After the shock wore off I hesitantly laid my hands on his form wrapping him in a hug that was fourteen years delayed.

I stood there holding the delicate life in my arms as if it would break, and that is when I knew that I was going to return to my son's side. Lloyden, my son, needed me; and if I didn't know it before I started this journey with him at the Temple of Martel, after seeing Anna's grave outside his house, saving him from certain death on many occasion, teaching him how to defend and attack, and then ruthlessly betraying him, before I made this decision, and after making it, I knew it now.

My son came first after I completed the self-assigned task at hand I knew I had to do, and that in itself was the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me Martel. I had a lot of lost time to make up, 17 years to be exact, and now that he was an Angel so to speak, we had all the time we needed to bond as father and son once more, reunite the family that had been shattered by Kvar and I.

I stood there at the table, looking out the window at the now horizon line. The sun was setting, but the storm clouds were roiling in the sky. Thunder was booming in the distance and bolts of lightning struck areas far south of us. It would only be a few minutes before the storm was upon us even being so far south, if it was a fast moving storm then it would be here in the blink of an eye.

It was a fast moving storm, and it felt as if I blinked and it crashed down upon us. Thunder rocked the house, as lightning raced and arced its way through the sky, striking the ground in intervals that were not predictable.

I glanced over out the open window that allowed service of food and beverages right into the Living Room without actually having to enter the Kitchen. My future daughter-in-law was lying on my sons chest, he on his back on the couch with his arms around her. Their breathing was slow, unhurried, but every now and again I'd see the former chosen flinch and I had to wonder if she was just using the storm to cuddle up to him.

He seemed to not mind her closeness, actually encouraging the behavior with wrapping his arms around her and holding her to him, whispering sweet nothings of love, affection, and protection into her ear. I smiled, knowing that I couldn't possibly be mad at her for what she was doing. Lloyd's hand was rubbing soothing circles on Colette's back every time she flinched causing her to instantly relax after every bout of muscles locking them-selves on her.

I returned to watching out the window, the storm was and had been here for a few minutes, the rain pounding the windows, as if demanding entrance into the dwelling I shared with the two. I couldn't see the horizon anymore, I doubt anyone could see five feet in front of their faces; even I was having much difficulty with the task, even with my Angel senses enhanced by the Exsphere I wore.

As I stared out the window at nothing, a black blob could be seen plummeting to the ground at extraordinary speeds. As I strained my senses to their max I could see it as an outline but nothing more, however, an outline was all I needed.

The figure: a human female, plummeting towards the ground. The lightning flashing and striking so close I felt my heart stop every time. If the lightning didn't kill them, the impact with the ground would. I knew what I had to do. I raced into the night, not even giving pause to explain myself to the two on the couch.

As the door shut behind me, my wings exploded out of my backside, blood droplets shining in the lightning intervals, and being propelled into the night, mixing with the rain and descending to the ground. Disregarding my discomfort, a grimace of pain flickering across my features, I pushed harshly off the ground gaining altitude and speed as I sped through the darkness towards the figure.

I managed to avoid all lightning strikes, and made it to the vicinity of the falling figure. It zoomed by me and I dove for it, my arms outstretched, praying I'd grasp something to stop their rapid decent to their inevitable death.

I managed something, it took only moments to slow them and myself, but by suddenly jerking them to a halt, I felt the crunch of cartilage, the sickening snap of the appendage I'd grasped, and the pop of her whatever joint of the appendage I'd grabbed, as it was roughly jerked out of its socket.

My desperate grab at the figure was met with injuries, but it was successful in saving their life, my heart didn't suffer though as it was pounding in fright of the thought of letting another life slip through my fingers, when I had the knowledge and ability to save them.

Injuries during a rescue I could live with, another death to the list of the thousands of lives I had taken before I met Anna, after I had met her, and after I had killed her with my own two hands, I could not. We hovered there for a moment; I could feel her pulse with my fingers at her wrist. Her heart beat was slow and very faint, but it was there, causing a hiss of air to escape my lips and the adrenaline of the past moment wore off.

Looking down as we hovered in the air, lightning striking down around us, I realized how close to the ground we really were. Seventy feet separated my unconscious innocent in my arms and I from the cold, hard, muddy, water-logged ground.

Seventy startling feet was all that separated us, and her death, and it was then when I realized that I'd managed to grab her wrist versus a leg , which was a comforting thought even though I knew that I'd done some extent of damage to that particular appendage.

I couldn't bring her body back to a manageable position gripping her wrist like the way I was, so preparing a moment in advance, I let her wrist to slip through my fingers, allowing her to resume in its pulling away from me and the safety of my arms.

My 4000 years of training, and experience did nothing to stop my heart from dropping right along at the same speed as their body gracefully, or as graceful as an unconscious body could be in drop to their death. I had used gravity to my advantage, which, in combination with their weight pulled them out of my grasp, thus allowing her to continue her plummet towards the ground.

I dove again, managing to catch her bridal style by bringing my one arm under her legs, and the other to support her upper back, leaning their frail, soaking wet body so it was leaning on half my upper arm, and partly on my chest. I pulled them to my chest, careful of the injuries she was suffering from at my hands and made the remaining decent towards the house.

As my feet approached the ground, I slowly fluttered to a stop, hovering just above the hard cold earth. My calculating mind saw the danger if I were to land on the rain soaked ground, my charge unconscious in my arms, and lightning streaking through the sky, lighting it for seconds at a time. It would often slam to the ground, and would electrocute all in its path or in the area where it created the moments where Heaven met Earth and the two were no longer separate entities.

Intuition told me to be wary, and always cautious in situations like this. It was that intuition that had been developed for the past four thousand years and that I'd lived by for all of them would prevent either of us from being electrocuted should we be on the rain-soaked ground and lightning struck.

I could feel and hear her heart beat, her lungs expanding and deflating, and the warm breeze of her breath as she breathed against me; telling me that they were still alive. I tilted my head down, fatherly instinct's that I'd acquired the past four years of living with Lloyden had introduced me to and taught me, when she moaned in which I assumed to be pain. Against my body I could feel her body shivering from the cold dampness of the rain. However I noticed, she was fully unconscious from her death defying fall, and it was probably for the best that she was unconscious.

I cast a first-aid to speed her healing, and hoped I hadn't done any irreversible damage to her body, and that the weather didn't impede their recovery any more than the damage I was sure I'd inflicted upon them would.

They were fragile, so light, like I was holding a mere child that was not even 130 pounds. I sure she could have given Miss Brunel a run for her money in weight. I had saved a complete stranger; at the risk of losing my own life in the process…what was I stupid? Oh that's right….

Damn my chivalrous tendencies, which were gained over those damned 4000 years…

Now I had to figure out what I was going to do with them, who they were, and how I was going to explain who the unconscious in my arms was when I walked through the door. Knowing my son, he would realize there was a heartbeat that differed in beat pattern from my own, another heat signature that didn't belong, and there was more than one breathing pattern…or would he even have the ability to…no he definitely would, he's my son, there is no way he could not notice.

However, when he did and it finally clicked in his brain that there was someone else other than myself and miss Brunel occupying the house he would have one hundred and fifty questions that would shoot off into my ear in rapid succession. Sometimes I found myself pondering when he found the time to breathe when he went into these rapid fire questionnaire sessions.

Trying to think of all the possible questions that would be asked, I had no doubt that I would have had a headache by the end of it, if I could still feel pain. Shifting the feather-light unconscious to balance in my left arm, my right hand free to be place at my right temple, my bangs running through my fingers, and a gentle yet agitated sigh to release from the depths of my throat, coming out as hiss of air. My final thought before entering the door that lead to my Q & A session with the former Sylverant Chosen Miss Brunel and my son Aurion-Irving-Lloyden:

Goddess Martel give me strength, you damn well know I'm going to need it…

Aurion Kratos: "I am not ready for this…"

Aurion-Irving-Lloyden: "What's wrong with you dad?"

Aurion Kratos: You wouldn't know, nor is it anything you need to be concerned of…yet my son….*sighs*

Brunel Colette: Aww c'mon "dad" it'll be fun *smiling*

Aurion Kratos: *muttering to himself incoherently to others* "This is fates doing, so now I reap what I sew and I will blame my fate…My son are you really MY son? You have Anna's features, yet you lack my intellect…I am ashamed…"

The Akuren Princess: Anyway that wraps up chapter II, hope you enjoyed it Ja Ne, Please REVIEW!