The final chapter... Thank you for your suggestions... But, for the sake of consistency, the pattern of this fic (On the none use of names except for dialogue) will continue on... As I've said, this fic was already burried in FF.net and it has been completed until half of part two... I'm just too lazy to edit these fics and posting them all at once would be a bit too quick (Just like an anime series... It's already completed even before they air it)... Thank you for still reading the fic... I know it's not all that great but the few who read have given me my wind to continue on finishing this fic... Thank you once again...
Chapter nine- A Seemingly Serene Night
The night sky shone bright with the shine of stars, seeming like a thousand fire flies had fluttered through upon the darkness of the night. Luna shone brightly upon the night sky complementing the blue and white moon close to it. A short haired girl sighed softly, her eyes closing as she rested her form a bit more against the fallen king, one arm wrapping around his, her hand touching his own, their fingers lacing together.
The fallen king stared upon the skies quietly, a slight smile upon his lips as he took in the cool air, mixed with the young girl?s scent. It had been the middle of the night yet they did not feel the least bit fatigued.
The scene was littered with dark patches off ash and burnt bone, though through the night, it didn?t seem to matter. The rains only a few moments before had cleansed the air and doused the flames just as it had finished consuming the final corpse.
The young girl shifted her form upon him as his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him, resting his head upon her shoulder, giving her neck a gentle kiss. She whimpered softly, her hand moving to his head as she slowly shook her head. He nodded his head moving back to gaze upon the skies.
?Gomenasai?? The young girl whispered softly, only audible enough for them to hear.
The fallen king raised a brow to her, though his expression quickly changed to an apologetic smile, his head shaking slowly as he whispered in reply, ?I should be the one who is sorry??
Her eyes locked upon his as she continued, her soft tone moving through the fallen king, ?Please don?t take this the wrong way? It doesn?t mean I don?t l??
She had caught herself almost speaking out what she truly felt, her cheeks bearing a deep crimson as she blushed a bit profusely, tilting her head down a bit to hide her expression from his eyes.
The fallen king moved his hand upon her cheek, feeling the warmth emanating from her as he lifted her head up so that she will look upon him, their eyes locking upon each other?s once again. She shifted her form a bit, moving her head up closer to his, her lips parting a bit, moving slowly closer to his lips, though to no avail.
Her lips only brushed his as he lifted his head up, his eyes narrowing as he observed the dark landscape, straightening himself from his seat. The young girl looked upon him, a glint of confusion upon her eyes as the winds whistled upon the grass.
He did not voice out his reply, taking her hand as he led her towards the fort, the gates closing behind them as she moved before him voicing out, ?What?s wrong, Van??
He gazed upon her eyes for a moment, then shifted his glance upon an old man, cleaning his blade as he sat by the fire place. He moved closer to him, the young girl following suit. She did not understand what was occurring, why his sudden silence, though she only knew the she could trust him with her life. She could trust him to never harm her, to always keep her safe.
He gently moved her down to sit by the fire, his glance moving upon the old man as he nodded his reply, his long white hair shifting with the movement of his head.
She held his hand stubbornly, pulling him close in a crude motion as she raised her voice a bit, ?Nani-o Tenai-o, Van-kun? Dare??
Her voice stopped by a finger placed upon her lips from the fallen king, his eyes upon hers, shining slightly from the reflections of the flames. Her eyes were demanding, through the confusion that was still upon it. They continued to look upon each other?s eyes for a moment until she shifted her head to look upon the flames, though only to move her eyes away from his piercing stare.
His arms quickly wrapped around her, his voice a bit weak, ?Do you trust me, Hitomi??
She nodded slowly as her arms wrapped around him as well, whispering upon his ear, ?Gotcha??
A soft laugh escaped his lips as he moved his form back to look upon her. Though her fa?ade of worry was only meant to be a joke, she still bore the same sadness upon her eyes.
?I?ll be back?? Was the fallen king?s simple reply as he took a step back, glancing upon her as she nodded to him, then took her seat back by the fireplace, her head tilted back to look upon him as he started to walk off.
?Do not worry yourself, lass.? The old man spoke as he resheathed his blade and placed it upon his side, ?He can take care of himself??
She nodded, taking in a deep breath, trying to reassure herself, though she was still uncertain of what he had seen upon the distance, she tried to shake the though off her head though it only reminded her more of him, she closed her eyes, trying to hold back tears.
The fallen king stared upon the large machine, his movements towards it slow, only interrupted by the voice of a man behind him.
?You would expect me to let you go just like that?? The famous swordsman moved behind him and placed a hand upon his shoulder, a smile playing upon his lips, ?I want some of the action too.?
He nodded, soft breath escaping his lips, ?Whatever you say.?
He didn?t bother to hear the famous swordsman?s reply, his form moving up towards the gem upon the large machines chest as he took out a dagger, letting the blade run upon his palm, then pressing the wounded hand upon the gem as it began to glow fiercely, steam pushing out of it as its chest quickly opened, revealing the seat within. Bearing no hesitation, he moved into the large mechanical beast quickly, its chest closing just as soon as he settled down, more steam escaping from it.
The famous swordsman shook his head slowly as he moved towards another large machine, its chest opening, seemingly recognizing his approach. He moved within its chest, closing as well upon his sitting within.
Both large figures pushed out steam as they stood slowly, taking steps to move out of the large, secluded room they were held in. Each step brought a thundering boom upon the fields, each stomp bringing a small quake upon the earth.
The short haired girl quickly stood up, a tear rushing down her cheek as she whispered softly to herself, her eyes upon the two mechanical giants that moved into view, ?Take care, Van-kun??
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A man is not a man until he has accessed his raw untamed energy and takes pleasure to his capacity to fight and defend himself. Only then can he transform his blind rage into power to commit himself, to handle tensions and to make difficult decisions. Inner security also develops. It is based on his realization that whatever goes wrong, he can get help from his inner resources, from the basic energy of his aggression.
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