Notes: Umm... ok here it goes. I'm really not a good writer but I try my best, hopefully my best enough for all of you who I know are very, very talented. And please take some considerations.... I'm really, really NOT GOOD at this.... I'm really nervous right now.... If there is anything that need be changed kindly tell me, it'll be very much appreciated.Thank you. WARNING: This story may seem have no direction... at least that's what I think.....
The chilly wind came pass me, not paying any heed to my presence, to my soul. I bitterly laughed at myself. Do I actually have one? I am a soldier of fate. I fight whenever necessary. I fight not for myself, not to survive but for others to live, to live their dreams. But for the past few days it seems that I have lived in vain and all I thought were true were all illusions that my mind made.
I looked at my hands and seemingly I saw drops of blood on them. I shooked my head to bring me back to reality but somehow it was the reality and my hands seemed heavier than usual.
There are so many things that I don't understand. So many things that I need to know... no, things I want to know.
People have died at my hands. People have begged for their dear life be spared. Me. I who know nothing of life, now control theirs'? Do I have such right? But it is the fate that has been given to me. Such the fate that I have to live with. This is life. This is life for me.
People have reviled me. I am the kind of person, everyone must hate, a soldier. A soldier who brings death to their hands, a person who carries bad omen wherever I went, for wherever I may be, Death comes with me. But people do not see the sacrifice we make each time we go to battle and kill. And of course, we are the ones that graciously take the blame for all of it. We did not choose to be this way. We... I never enjoyed seeing blood on the ground, on the stained earth. Everytime I go out and face the war, and each time I see soulless bodies that lay upon the earth, I hated my life even more. But humans need not be dead to lose a soul that I learned from experience. I am alive but no soul covers my being.
I have been alone for as long as time lets me remember, and for as long as time will continue.
People go around me, passing by and raising their faces every time I pass, giving me salutations that I don't deserve. Yet, to my thoughts, does anyone really care? Do I even care myself?
I fall back to my bed, drowning myself further into the sheets that lay beneath me, my head throbbing suddenly. I lifted my head a little to make passage for my mask and I laid it down beside me. "Hn." I laughed again at myself sarcastically at the sight of my mask away from my face. This mask is my soul protector. He had been the one I hope for to be me, all that a soldier must posses in battle, cold and hard as steel. He had been with me for always, through battles and deaths, through sorrow and even little joys. He had protected me from the outside world that I too much of a coward to face.
Then suddenly I hear a screech coming from the door, breaking me from my thoughts.
No one dares come to my room unannounced. I got up and tried to reach for my mask when a thought came to me, "Except maybe for..."
And even before I could finish my statement the person came in totally and spoke, "Zechs?" That voice came to my ears and soothed every inch of mayhem that ran through my system. This person was...has always been a dear friend, and sometimes too much of friend that I dared to wish for more than just friendhsip.
I did not say a word but kept still and relaxed my grip to my mask.
Noin peeped through the back of the door and slowly walked towards my direction upon seeing me sitting on the bed. I kept my eyes on the carpet and my shoulders slumped down.
She kept going my dierction but I showed no response. Upon reaching me, she knelt down and looked straight up to my eyes, which was oblivious to my surrounding . Noin reached for my face and gently fondled my skin, asking, " Zechs, what's wrong?"
I heaved my head so I could meet her beatiful dark blue eyes, her hand still on my face. I could almost feel dry tears waiting to come out but fought them and instead of answering her, I lunged forward and grab her by the back of her neck, burying my face into the contours of it. I held her tighter and closer to me, too afraid that I might lose the only person that had always been there for me, then one that always had stood by me and had faith.
And I ask myself, what does she see in me? Why does she keep on hanging on to me, for me? I don't deserve her. A monster like me does not deserve an angel like her. I swear to do everything to make her live her life differently, especially from mine. But...
"Noin, Please don't leave me...ever." I pleaded.
I felt her stroke the back of my head to my shoulder blades and kept on hushing to me like I was her child. But I'm too afraid to let her go. Why doesn't she answer me? Does this mean that she'll be leaving me soon? Will I face the eternity of my life...alone? No! I won't let her go! Never!
Zechs tightened his grip on Noin as if it was his last chance to tell her... "Noin....please..."
But even before Zechs could finish Noin spoke, "Zechs, I have long conferred my life to you, and that will never change."
She pulled away from my embrace that scared me but when she made me face her again, it was all lost. She pulled me down to kiss me lightly on the forehead and I couldn't want more that to be with her so I leaned forward and met her on the floor, locking her once more into my embrace and bawled, "Thank you, Noin. Thank You." Then kissing her neck imperceptibly so that she wouldn't notice.
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(Noin's Thoughts)
God, help me.
I can't stop loving him.
I just love him too much.
Please, if there is no other way...
Why?
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**** Hmmm... what could Noin mean? Hehe... That's for you to find out and for me to hide...****
*back to the story*
I pulled away a little to face her once again and caught her smiling at me and then told myself, 'I'll do just fine....just fine....as long as I have her.'
I can face whatever ploy the world has to give. I will continue to fight... to survive, all for her.
I plunged to her bed of scents and made myself comfortable at her embrace. Nothing could go wrong....
*for now....hehe....evil grin*
Ok, so that was sappy.....*sniff*
*dunks for any tomatoes....*
Well, maybe not that sappy...
This is suppose to be a very, very shory fic but it didn't turn out the way I want it so I decided to make this a little longer, especially because I thought of a whole different one in the process. So I hope you enjoyed or even like it a little...please... Thanks for reading this anyways. The sequel will be soon out, I hope. If anyone is still interested.....
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