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- 1-Wanted
- 2-Good Night
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WANTED CHAPTER 2 GOOD NIGHT

Sun was beginning to set behind the horizon. It ignited the vast sky with shades of orange, pink and purple. Those last rays of the sinking sun spilled into Lawrence's room, but he failed to see the beautiful painting that was being made on the horizon. His mind was occupied with a matter that gave him no peace. He trotted nervously around his room, stroking his chin and running his fingers though his hair in frustration.

What unnerved him was that his Captain, his one true love was with Gilder, the most notorious ladies' man of Arcadia, looking for a perfect match. Some pretty girl with a smile to die for and a great personality, someone he'd fall in love with in a heartbeat. After that there would be no place for Lawrence in his heart had there ever been any in the first place. He sat down on his bed, Pow leaping agilely next to him and rubbing its head against his thigh. He scratched its neck absent-mindedly, drowning deeper into nervous thoughts.

He had been living off of hope for too long. He had joined the crew for the wrong reason, not because he'd wanted to see the world and not really for the money... he had fallen in love at first sight. It hadn't been a crush or an infatuation, no, it was desperate, life-changing love. Lawrence had never felt anything like it. It was nothing and everything at once. How could someone mess his mind up so badly without even knowing it, he thought. Lawrence hung his head, holding his black hair in his fists.

Instead of coming to terms with his feelings and confronting Vyse about them, he'd grown increasingly anxious and confused. Those feelings scared him, they were stupid and sweet and insane and all-knowing and gross and delightful. He was afraid of those butterflies fluttering in his stomach and sweaty, sticky hands and that irrational beat his heart took around his Captain. He had eventually retreated deeper into his shell, admiring the target of his love from afar and hiding behind a cynical exterior. He had reached the conclusion that Vyse could never find him attractive, he was a drifter and a mercenary and he had a bad personality. He wasn't even that good-looking either.

He had shared his secret admiration only with Pow for so long it had become more of a reverie than reality, Vyse had become a love he could never have and he had adjusted to it. Much like the sunset in the horizon he had adored the Captain from afar, always knowing there was no way he could have such a beautiful thing but still delighting in the presence of it. He had been happy to be the helmsman, getting to be so close to him, sometimes close enough to smell his scent. Those days had always been the best.

It had all changed when Vyse had become the Legend. Lawrence stood up again and began to trot nervously. Pow lifted its head, whining quietly in protest as it felt the pain its friend was in.

Everything had been fine when Vyse had had no interest in anything else except pirating. He had focused on discoveries and bounties and all that, letting Lawrence daydream by his side. It had kept the hope alive that one day there could be something between them. All good things must come to an end and so when Vyse gained the nickname Legend he was suddenly famous. He had been famous before, but to be the Legend was something else. It was the ultimate goal of every pirate, the last treasure anyone could have. Vyse was complete. He had achieved everything. He was perfect.

Lawrence sighed. That thought had become an obsession for his Captain. Perfection. He had suddenly created an illusion of being incomplete because of all the things he had yet to do and had set his mind on completing those to live up to his nickname. In a matter of days he'd done most of the things he'd felt he lacked the experience of but his virginity had proved to be a problem and a sore spot. Due to his open nature he'd never hid the fact that despite the endless supply of willing ladies, he'd been unable to function. Lawrence had felt the sting of jealousy for the first time in his life. Without a warning Vyse was wanted by all, he was being flirted at right under his nose, touched gently with a mischievous smile, looked at with lustful eyes. It wasn't right. He was his. Lawrence couldn't stand the fact that wherever Vyse went, he had ladies throwing themselves at him.

Lawrence groaned, pulling his hair in desperation. His private reverie was falling apart. Jealousy of the Captain's popularity was gnawing at his heart, insecurity not allowing him to confront Vyse about his feelings and desperation whispering to his ear that the Captain would be taken away from him. The slightest bit of hope had been intoxicating to him who had nothing else. He had dreamt of a virginal Vyse - in a moment of madness - to come knocking on his door at night and command him to do it to him, confessing his love at the same time.

But nothing had ever happened. Vyse had never come. In fact he had never done anything at all. But even when he had shown no interest in Lawrence whatsoever, the other had found his 'signals', his glimmers of hope. Those tiny little things, their eyes meeting accidentally or hands brushing over one another on the helm had given Lawrence everything he'd needed.

That one-sided love was shattering, Vyse was with Gilder who would definitely find him someone and he'd no longer be a virgin. He'd probably fall in love with her because that was what happened after first times and Lawrence would become a ghost to him, a shadow to hold the helm while he was gone. Lawrence huffed in frustration, clenching his fists. He couldn't let that happen. He had to stand out and take initiative, if Vyse knew about his feelings at least he could have closure. He lay down on his bed, Pow resting its head on his chest. He would tell Vyse. He would. Some day.

Meanwhile Lawrence made some conclusive decisions Vyse had just asked Gilder for help with his virginity, causing him to look at his friend with a perplexed expression. He had been rather surprised by the revelation that not only the brunette was a virgin but that he fancied the company of his older, more experienced friend. After the initial shock Gilder's face melted into a smile and he softly brushed Vyse's cheek, causing his hazel eyes to widen in anticipation and a smile tug at his lips. To be the one chosen by the Legend himself was quite appealing to Gilder's ego. Vyse knew what he wanted, he deserved it and agreeing to someone less skillful would've been somewhat disappointing.

"Of course I'll help you", Gilder said calmly, taking a soft hold of his friend's chin with his thumb and index finger, positioning his head just right. He could see the slightest bit of hesitation in Vyse's eyes, but it was normal to be excited and nervous before the first time. Before the brunette could catch up on his intentions Gilder pressed his lips against his determinedly, his experienced hand sliding down from his friend's waist to his lower back, pulling him close enough to feel the warmth of his body against his.

Vyse's eyes blew wide open and he stiffened under the touch of his friend, he had certainly not been expecting a kiss as an answer to his request. Gilder's warm hands pressed him against his muscular body, his soft lips against his so invitingly. Vyse jerked away gasping in shock, fixing both hands on Gilder's chest as if to keep him at bay. His heart was suddenly beating very fast, pounding against his ribcage like a caged animal. He looked for an answer in those brown eyes, but found nothing but affection and adoration. The kiss burned on his lips, the taste of Gilder mixed with the exotic taste of Mur Loqua.

"Wh-what are you doing?" He asked, furrowing his brow as he studied his friend in the orange glow of the setting sun.

"What you told me to." Gilder answered nonchalantly, not shaken at all by the other's reaction. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

Vyse laughed, but still had to ask: "You and me? Do it?"

"Yes...?" Gilder replied, suddenly realizing that it might not have been what his friend had had in mind. He let go of the Blue Rogue, turning away from him to hide his own surprise. He had been certain that Vyse had come looking for him specifically to help him with his virginity. Apparently it had not been the case.

The brunette's smile disappeared as he suddenly understood the full intent of his friend. He wanted to do nasty things with him. His amusement was replaced by perplexion as the idea dawned upon him in all it's glory.

"Uh... I... I meant..." Vyse began but fell silent, touching his lips in confusion. Gilder's warm lips had felt so soft and gentle, their touch had awakened a strange craving inside of him. A primitive urge that had been dormant all his life. If the blonde man's lips were capable of making his head spin what would his hands be able of doing?

While the brunette was entangled in his thoughts, Gilder lit his cigar and sat down on a rococo couch facing his friend, unmoved by his reaction. It wasn't unusual for men to feel frightened at first when he approached them. All the Blue Rogue needed was a little time to let it sink in. He'd come around. No one refused Gilder. Not after a little taste.

Smiling smugly the blonde man leaned back relaxedly, resting his arms on the back rest, lifting one leg over the other. Vyse had probably misinterpreted the tension between them as some form or adoration instead of affection. Gilder enjoyed his cigar, ruminating the taste and puffing out rings of white as he waited patiently for his friend's reply. Simultaneously he scanned the brunette's lean body from head to toe: his thin legs, his narrow waist, his lean chest, his defiant brown eyes. He was truly a catch. His headstrong eagerness mixed with the awkwardness of a virgin, that was something Gilder was looking forward to. Vyse wanted to be touched by him. It was clear from the small gestures his friend made, the almost undetectable trembling of his hands, the shallow breaths he took, the slight blush that gathered on his cheek bones, the bewilderment in his hazel eyes. All those were signs that he wanted to. His body knew but his mind hadn't quite yet got there.

"Come here", Gilder said softly, hoping to encourage his friend.

Vyse glanced at his friend, baffled by the way his body was reacting. It seemed to need Gilder's touch. He couldn't say how or why, he just knew he needed it. A primitive urge, something he'd never felt before. He wanted more of those lips of smoke, those skilled hands, that muscular body, the gunslinger that was most famous for his actions in bed. His heart throbbed in his chest, commanding him to go for it. It beat so loud it boomed in his ears. He swallowed as he wiped his sweaty hands on his thighs. Drawn like a moth to the flame he slowly walked to Gilder, covering his eyes with his bangs to conceal his nervousness. Without a word he let himself sit on the other's lap, quickly glancing at him with inquiring eyes as if asking for permission.

Gilder caressed Vyse's cheek with a finger softly, knowing that he was better off without a word. The brunette didn't look at him, it was obvious how disoriented he was. In unknown territory with an unexpected person, of course he was a bit uncomfortable. Gilder wanted to savor such a special treat: a long-time friend, yet untouched, his to be taken. He inhaled the brunette's scent as if he were a rare delicacy, something that he had to take good care of and enjoy thoroughly. He fully intended to.

"This isn't at all how I imagined it", Vyse protested upon feeling Gilder's warm breath on his neck. It was causing him to shudder and not knowing how to feel about it, he clenched his fists on his thighs.

"Stop thinking. Just relax." The blonde man whispered, nuzzling closer to the other's ear. "If you're this tense, I can't do anything."

Vyse snorted as he glanced at his friend defiantly, wasn't he supposed to be the greatest lover in all of Arcadia? He failed to understand that it took two to feel good, Gilder couldn't do it alone. Despite his friend's naivete, Gilder found Vyse's quiet rebellion very exciting, the insipid resistance made him so desirable. The fire was there, but it burned with cold embers. It was clear he wanted it, but couldn't bear to lose control to Gilder. The more the brunette tensed up in resistance, the more he wanted to unwind him, make him submit completely. He let his tongue graze the smooth pale skin on Vyse's neck, tasting the salty skin, his friend gasping in delight by the sudden sensation.

The blonde man pressed his lips against his, feeling their inviting warmth and pushed his tongue into the other's hot, wet mouth. At first the brunette was hesitant to answer the kiss, but allowed his tongue to explore him. At the same time he clenched his hands, not knowing how to react to the sensation given to him by his friend. Gilder's skilled fingers dove under his shirt and found his nipples to play with while his hungry mouth devoured him. It felt so good. Vyse peeked at his kisser quickly, feeling a strange fever that only seemed to rise. He squirmed against Gilder in attempt to relieve the tightness of his skin, answering the kiss with needy desperation.

"See, this is much better..." The blonde man said as he broke off for air. Vyse was eager and willing, giving into his touch. By no means was he submitting, his eyes were still defiant as ever, but they had turned a darker, deeper shade of brown.

"Kiss me more", Vyse commanded hoarsely, pressing even closer, tugging at his red scarf to loosen it. He was feeling so hot he needed to get out of his clothes. He ground himself slowly against Gilder's pants where his rising erection was.

Gilder couldn't help a satisfied chuckle. The brunette was trying to gain control over the situation albeit trespassing on such unknown territory to him. He teased his friend by bringing his lips close enough to feel his hot breath on them but wouldn't allow a kiss. Vyse bit his lower lip as if to contain himself, his trembling fingers racing up Gilder's chest and fumbling off his scarf.

"Does it feel good when I kiss you?" The blonde man asked softly, letting his fingertips twist a nipple gently, causing Vyse to whine softly.

"Do you want me to touch you someplace special?" Gilder continued, trailing his fingers down his pecs to his abs and stopping right below his navel. Vyse was no longer tense, his skin felt hot as fire, his heart was beating incredibly fast, his lean chest went up and down rapidly as he breathed in excitement.

"Mm." Vyse tried to kiss him but he still wouldn't let him.

"Here?" Gilder slid his hand between his friend's legs, feeling something warm bulging between them. Vyse was already hard as a rock. He brushed his erection through the black fabric of his pants, causing the brunette to gasp and squirm in delight.

"Quit the games and let's just do it already", Vyse glared at him as he commanded hoarsely, he had obviously had enough of all the teasing.

"Where's the fun in that?" Gilder asked as he unzipped his pants.

He had planned to enjoy thoroughly, that he would do. He slid his hand into Vyse's pants, finding his hard erection and pulling it out. The brunette gasped as Gilder took a firm hold of the shaft and began to pump slowly. His body tensed up momentarily, but relaxed as the delight spread across his body. It felt so good when Gilder stroke him, his large hands felt so warm and their grip was just right. He shuddered as the pressure was building in his lower abdomen. Gilder let his index finger brush over the tip that was already oozing precum. So easy to please, Gilder thought as he increased speed and Vyse panted in desire, on his face a deep erotic blush, his eyes dark as the night sky.

"Take them off." The blonde man whispered into his ear, letting go of his erection. Vyse looked a bit disappointed in his lap, but didn't object. Gilder knew he couldn't tease his friend much longer, he was already feeling the pressure rise within him. He was so turned on by his friend. It was all Vyse's fault for looking so incredibly desirable yet trying to wrestle for control with him. The sounds he made, the panting, the quiet moans, the whispers of his name... Gilder found his head spinning by the other's erotic aura. He loosened his scarf as Vyse stood up to do what he was told, never letting his dark demanding eyes leave Gilder's.

Vyse had a wonderful body, the moonlight only made his skin look paler than what it really was. He had long skinny legs that lead to a nice tiny ass, a lean waist just asking for touch, a small chest and sloping shoulders. His muscles were clearly visible despite his petite build. Gilder pulled him back into his lap, guiding him to sit astride on his lap instead of the doll pose he'd been sporting so far. Vyse's body immediately found its rhythm and began to grind against him in desire. With shaky, needy hands he opened his jacket, gaining access to his warm chest. It felt hot under his fingers, he could trace the muscles clearly. Gilder was in great shape, his slightly tan skin only made his muscles look more defined, more desirable.

The blonde man didn't let him get distracted, he put his index finger and middle finger on Vyse's hungry lips, sliding them into his mouth.

"Lick them. Get them good and wet", he commanded, receiving another defiant glare from his friend. Without further protest Vyse did as ordered, he closed his eyes and licked his fingers sloppily, hungrily, letting drool trickle down his chin. Gilder pushed his fingers deep into his mouth, then pulled them out and pushed them in again, biting his lower lip as he let his eyes feast on the sight in front of him. Vyse whined softly as he rubbed the tip of his erection with his free hand, the blush only deepening on his cheekbones. Gilder couldn't help it, the pressure inside him was beginning to be too much.

"That's enough", he said as he pulled his fingers out of Vyse's warm, wet mouth. The brunette flashed him a mischievous smile, feeling his erection through the soft fabric of his pants. Before he could say something witty, Gilder lifted him on his knees so that he gained access to his behind. Vyse looked at him with insecurity for a second before moaning in both pleasure and fright as Gilder's lubricated finger pressed against the tight muscle and entered him. The brunette clenched his hair in his fists, shuddering from pleasure and grimacing from pain as Gilder put in a second finger, evoking yet more sounds of delight.

"Gilder..." Vyse huffed, his sweaty body pressing against his, his erection rubbing against his chest. "Do... do it already..."

The blonde man could feel his senses blur by the request his friend made, it was nearly intoxicating the way he spoke. He was lewd. Even when he was giving himself to Gilder completely, he was still trying to gain control. It wasn't as vehemently as before, but he was certainly not pleading. He was still defiant and fiery and stubborn. He wasn't even shy or awkward anymore. That Vyse Gilder found so very arousing.

He couldn't hold back his desire any longer and opened his zipper to take out his hard, erect cock. A shadow of a doubt passed in Vyse's eyes as he looked at the thing that was supposed to fit in and thought of the fingers that had been hard to insert. Gilder reassured him with kisses on his collarbone as he put in the tip, causing Vyse to tense up again and try to retreat away from his lap in shock, but the blonde man held him close. Determinedly he prepared his friend a little longer before pushing in again, a little deeper, causing Vyse to gasp in both pain and pleasure as his pulsating length entered him. It was so hot and tight. Gilder couldn't help groaning from the sensation.

"Just... do it..." Vyse huffed, panting in both fear and delight. His sweaty body was trembling as it tried to understand the euphoria it was feeling. His head felt dizzy. Gilder bit his lower lip to maintain control as he pushed his whole length in again, watching the brunette arch his head back and moan as both pain and pleasure fought for dominance in him. It hurt, yet it felt so good. Gilder's big hard pulsating member inside of him, every last inch of it. Vyse had never felt anything like it, a pressure in his lower body that sent pleasure thundering up and down his spine.

"It hurts..." Vyse huffed deliriously as the other began to rock him against his erection, entering him once and again.. "Ah! So good..."

"Can you take it?" Gilder asked under his breath, holding his eyes closed. He knew that if he saw that face again he'd lose control completely and fuck him senseless. He didn't want to hurt him or worse, break him on his first time.

"Y-yeah..." The brunette managed to say, pressing against his erection demandingly. So lewd. He moaned louder as Gilder thrust his length back in, clenching his fists as he tried to deal with the pleasure that was already making him black out.

"Put your hands around me", Gilder guided his hands around his neck. "It'll be easier."

Vyse did as told, curling his hands around his friend as the other thrust into him harder and faster. His moans grew louder as the feeling of euphoria inside of him grew out of proportions, the pressure made him pant and squirm under Gilder's touch, his legs cramped as he tried to figure out what to do. He wanted more, he thrust back against Gilder, reaching for climax. Tears glistened in the corners of his eyes, his nails dug into the other's skin, his skin crawled because it didn't know what else to do, his whole body was a mess, unable to manage with the pleasure it was given.

Gilder took a firm hold of Vyse's lean waist as he began to rock him up and down, increasing the pleasure with each thrust. The blonde bit his lower lip and closed his eyes as he reached closer to climax. Vyse's skin was so hot and slippery with sweat, the sounds he made made his head spin. And how tight he was, so hot. It felt insanely good and the feeling only increased. Vyse's body was so willing, taking the example and aiming to please, adapting to his movement.

All Vyse wanted was to hear Gilder make those sweet sounds of love, small grunts against his chest, they were like a drug to him. Gilder pushed in his whole length harder and faster, evoking Vyse to moan louder and louder until he released his load on Gilder's muscular chest, his body convulsing with orgasm. His nails dug deeper into Gilder's back as if he was hanging onto him for dear life. The blonde man thrust into him a few times more, letting out a groan he'd held back for a while as he released into him.

His body thoroughly ravaged, Vyse slumped against the other's chest, his body trembling in aftermath. He panted hotly against his shoulder, everything was blank. He had never in his life felt such pleasure, he had never climaxed like that. Not even when he'd been touching himself and thinking of Ramirez.

Gilder hung his head, out of breath and out of juice. He held his friend's sweaty body against himself. It had felt so much better than he had expected. For a first timer, Vyse had been eager and willing after the first few tense moments. He had taken initiative, he had told him what to do, he had adjusted his body to his movement. But what had been most exciting to Gilder was that no one else had ever touched the body of the most notorious pirate before. He had been the first to give Vyse such pleasure. Why he thought of it he didn't know.

They were silent for a moment, the heat of the moment before fading. The room became tangible to them, their world expanded from one another again. Reality caught up on them. Vyse breathed against Gilder's warm shoulder, looking nowhere in particular. He couldn't believe it was already over. His body was aching with both the pleasure and the pain he'd felt moments ago. A tingling sensation on his skin remained.

"Thanks", Vyse said quietly.

"You're welcome." Gilder laughed, surprised by his friend's sudden straightforward gratefulness.

"What?" The brunette bumped their foreheads together, scanning Gilder's eyes for the cause of his amusement.

"No one's ever thanked me after sex before." The other winked as he answered.

Vyse smiled, understanding the hilarity. "First time for everything, right?"

Gilder snickered. "Yeah."

Vyse got off his lap and inhaled deeply as if trying to take in the events of the moment before. Gilder watched him with a thoughtful expression. He was thinking about something he would never have thought to think. Someone else would take his place, Vyse would put on his clothes, turn back into his friend and go off to find others to love and mess around with. He watched the slender body of his friend, the tired bliss on his face, the exhausted limpness of his limbs, the way his chest went up and down as he breathed, how he sat half sideways as if a doll tossed away. The sight made him feel a sting in his heart.

He had never felt like it before. He didn't want Vyse to touch anyone else. It didn't make any sense, he'd been with hundreds of others and never once felt jealous to let them go. For a reason he didn't know he didn't want others to see that blush on Vyse's cheeks or the way his eyes turned almost black as he got hotter or the trembling of his hands just moments before he had sat on his lap. He didn't want to share those things. He wanted to hear those demanding moans and feel that eager body again. Just the thought of someone else touching him made his heart ache hard enough for him to clench his hand on his chest.

Vyse glanced at him, but didn't say anything. He was at a loss for words. Without a word he stood up and began to gather his clothes. He pulled down his black shirt and put on his pants while Gilder lit his cigar, watching his friend thoughtfully. The brunette found his jacket and put it on, securing his clothing with his belt. He looked just like he had when he'd arrived. As if nothing had happened between them.

Gilder didn't say anything. He was too lost in his own mind to ask for Vyse to stay any longer. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Still, something deep within him had changed. It hadn't been just anyone, it hadn't even been one of his special girls, it had been Vyse. Only after having had him he realized how much he had always wanted to have him. Maybe that brown haired boy in Ixa'Taka had served as a replacement, he wondered. But instead of feeling accomplished, he felt distraught. He felt jealous, he felt possessive. He didn't want anyone else to touch Vyse ever again. He looked at his friend entrenched deeply in thought, it made the Blue Rogue more uncomfortable.

"I guess I'll be going then." Vyse said as he fixed his scarf around his neck. "Thanks again. If there's anything I can do for you, just let me know."

Gilder took a long inhale of his cigar, letting his friend wait for a reply. He was trying to find words for his feelings, feelings that he didn't know the words for. They had been gone for so long, he had forgotten how they were expressed. He only knew how to flatter and flirt and Vyse had known him long enough to see through those. Getting tired of waiting Vyse began for the door, staggering slightly as he went but wouldn't let it stop him. The blonde man found his determination adorable, he was trying to act as if he was okay after his body had gone through such a violent intrusion. He should've been resting, not walking, but Vyse would never admit he needed rest.

"Want to do this again?" Gilder said under his breath, a part of him hoping that the brunette wouldn't have heard him. Vyse was already halfway out the door, but stopped on his tracks. He had heard them, those words barely audible, but without knowing how to respond he froze as if he'd been caught stealing. He was surprised. He turned around slowly, not sure had he heard him correctly.

"Uh... now? I'm kind of sore..." Vyse rubbed the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. Kind of sore was an understatement, parts of his body were screaming in pain after the pleasure had faded away.

Silence. Vyse wasn't sure whether to leave or sit back into Gilder's lap. Of course he wanted to do it again, that was a given. Gilder's cock had felt really really good, but he wasn't sure could he take a second round right away. So he just stood there, looking at his friend with a raised eyebrow. He could've at least said he wanted to do it twice before he'd put all his clothes back on, Vyse thought. He completely ignored (or simply didn't notice) the strange air around Gilder.

"Only me." The blonde man finally said hoarsely, as if he'd had to force the words out.

"What?" Vyse took a step back, tilting his head. It wasn't like Gilder to ask such a thing. Vyse felt even more uncomfortable. There was no elephant in the room, but it sure felt like there was. He didn't know what to think. Gilder was acting so mysterious, hiding behind a cloud of smoke and the the glasses that reflected moonlight.

"If you want to do it, do it with me only." The blonde man said quietly. Vyse's eyes widened as he realized what Gilder was asking him. Restricted access to his body. No one else. It seemed a little strange, but he gave it no heed. The flattery was far greater than the suspicion.

"On one condition I'll agree", Vyse smiled smugly. "I'll tell you when."

He exited without waiting for a response, leaving the room booming with emptiness and the memories of the moment before. Gilder sat still on his couch, Vyse's touch burning on his skin, goosebumps running up and down his back. No one had ever made him feel like that. Something more than just physical love, something greater and more divine. A feeling that made him want to monopolize the brunette. Vyse was his. Only his. The thought made his heart bubble in joy, how strange it was.

He had no idea what he had just got himself into, giving Vyse the power to summon him at will.

Meanwhile they had shared a moment of unforgettable love, Fina had watched the aurora borealis light up the sky. The northern lights were so beautiful the way they danced in the endless darkness of the starry sky. But even their beauty didn't help her heavy heart. She was troubled for a secret filled her chest. A secret she held clasped in her hands. It burned in her mind like a sin and weighed her down like heavy shackles, it wanted to be told to someone who would listen. Cupil hovered around her impatiently, unnerved by her troubled aura.

Could she have prevented it all? Could she have saved Ramirez's mind from the poisonous lies of Galcian? She let out a deep sigh. Why had they let him go alone? It had clearly been too much for his weakened mind to save the world alone. He had succumbed into madness and despair, arriving to the conclusion that the world could only be saved through fire and destruction and only when rising from the ashes like a phoenix it would become pure and innocent again. How wrong he had been.

Fina held back her tears. If only she could've saved him. If only she could've reached him. She wanted to show him the world, she wanted him to understand that the perfect world couldn't be obtained by subjecting others to his will but by working together as one for the greater good. Good deeds inspired good deeds. Happiness, joy, friendship, love, those things were the ones they had to cherish in order to thrive for a better world. She didn't hear her friend arrive on the deck, so entrenched in her thoughts she was.

Aika hadn't been able to sleep out of excitement for her brunette friend and his possible nocturnal adventure and had decided to breathe some night air to clear her thoughts. Vyse was realizing his dream while she only let hers slip further away. Fina alone, she thought to herself as she walked closer to the silvite, how lucky she was for being insomniac that night. Suddenly it didn't bother her at all to be awake at such a late hour.

To be truthful, she hadn't always liked Fina. At first she had merely thought of her as her friend, but the closer they'd become the more she had wanted to be even closer. It had taken her a while to understand that the strange feeling in her stomach, the sweatiness of her palms, the shaking of her knees and the need for closeness weren't things that she wanted from a friend.

After Ramirez had died and his limp body had fallen on the deck, Fina had lost consciousness. She had tried to endure the pressure for the world's sake but seeing the closest thing to a brother die had been too much for her to bear. So much blood, so much destruction, so much sorrow. Fina had staggered a bit, her bewildered gaze meeting with Ramirez's before she had fallen back, her eyes rolling into her head. Aika had caught her halfway down, not allowing her blonde friend to collapse. She had slumped against Aika's chest, her warm body limp in the hands of a friend. The weight of her existence replaced by the ignorant tranquillity of unconsciousness. Laying her eyes on that serenity that spread on Fina's face had been the moment Aika had realized her feelings for her. Her heart had made a bump so loud she'd feared the Delphinus had rocked from the strength of it. Everything else around them could've fallen apart and sunk into the sky and she wouldn't have torn her eyes off that blissful calmness that had encircled Fina's limp body.

Biting her lower lip she walked quietly towards her friend, Fina could be so clueless about certain things. She really wanted to tell her but it wasn't that simple. Having had to explain her the meaning of money or old hag had been difficult enough, how in the world was she supposed to explain her what true love between women was? Fina had probably never even felt romantic love. How would she understand what it was to want to hold someone, to please someone, to give into someone completely? Aika didn't know how and what to say. The words needed time. They were still forming in her head, shaping into sounds and sentences. She turned around as she leaned against the bulwark, looking at her friend face to face.

"Hey, Fina", The red-haired girl said cheerfully. "You should come inside, it's getting cold. I can make us hot chocolate!"

"Yes", the blonde girl answered absent-mindedly, her eyes set on the aurora borealis. It was unusual even for her to be so quiet.

"Are you ok?" Aika leaned closer to her friend, scrutinizing her green sad eyes. There were tears glistening in them. What it was that had made Fina so sad, she wanted to know to help her. She wanted to comfort her, hold her, whisper sweet nothings into her ear. Anything to make her happy again.

"I...I wanted to show you something." Fina suddenly said as if she hadn't heard her question.

Aika said nothing, she waited patiently for her friend to act. She was even more beautiful in the moonlight, the eerie light made her skin glow whiter in the dark, making her look unreal like an angel.

It took Fina a while to swallow the sadness that was choking her but she wanted to confide in the redhead. She had no one else. Aika and Vyse were the closest thing to a family she could ever have. They had been with her through her unimaginably dangerous journey, they had had her back whenever she had needed it, they had always given her their complete support. She was supposed to be grateful, she thought, not overcome by grief and guilt. It wasn't her fault Ramirez had gone insane. Even so, she hadn't been able to let him go.

"After Ramirez... died... do you remember the moonstone that was left behind?" Fina asked quietly, looking at the horizon. Cupil hovered around her, flying in swift circles as if trying to express its anxiousness as well.

"Yeah", Aika said, scrutinizing her friend closely. "But Vyse threw it into the sky."

"No..." Fina answered as she glanced at her cheery ponytailed friend. "I... I couldn't... Cupil went... and fetched it..." Fina let her head hang, having spilled the truth.

They were quiet for a moment. The only sound was the gentle night breeze. Aika didn't understand what was so bad about having that moonstone. At least it wasn't in the hands of Ramirez.

"After all the Elders died... I couldn't let him..." The blonde girl said quietly. "I couldn't let him too..."

"Fina..." Aika said, watching how grief marred Fina's beautiful face. It made her chest hurt, it was a sight she wanted to prevent in any way she could. "Ramirez is gone. He would've killed us in his delusional rage if we hadn't killed him."

"He's not dead!" Fina exclaimed, opening her clasped hands to show the vaguely glistening moonstone she was holding so close to her chest. "His essence is in this moonstone... he lives inside it..."

Aika's eyes widened. Fina paid her no heed. She watched the glimmering stone with affection, remembering the days they had spent together as children. It hadn't been an ideal childhood, but he had been there for her, he had been a gentle loving young man but fate had let him down. He had let Galcian's greed for power become his goal and he had been succumbed by the lies the evil man had told him. He had been merely a victim in a cruel play for power. She glanced at Aika, whose face was turning slowly into terror. The red-haired girl didn't know the friendly Ramirez she had known, Aika remembered the delusional insanity that had got the best of him towards the end.

"Don't worry, he can't do anything..." Fina said hastily, trying to calm down her friend. "He cannot harm us."

"Are you sure?" Aika looked at the tiny moonstone her friend was holding. It contained the essence of a man that had done everything in his power to revive Zelos and destroy the world. It was an unnerving thought to say the least.

"Technically, if he found a body that's similar to the one he had he could jump into it", Fina explained. "But no one's as slender as he was. We're safe."

"It's still... Ramirez though..." Aika said, sighing. She sure hoped her friend knew what she was doing holding the essence of a maniac so close to her chest.

Fina looked at her, understanding her uneasiness. Aika was so easy to read. Her expression gave away the worry she felt for her friend, but she didn't know the Ramirez who had been good and kind, who had been worth saving.

"I intend to keep him with me for as long as I live. That way I won't be alone ever again." The silvite girl said, closing her hands around the moonstone again. It felt cold in her palms.

"You're never alone, Fina." Aika said, smiling at her encouragingly. "I'm always here for you, whenever you feel lonely."

"I know..." The blonde girl replied, the shroud of sadness lifting around her. With such simple words the redhead had managed to cheer her up again. "Thank you, Aika. You're a good friend."

"Friend, hm?" The red-haired girl looked at her feet, sounding slightly disappointed.

"What is it?" Fina asked, tilting her head. She didn't understand her friend's reaction.

"Nothing, nothing." Aika laughed, waving her hand in dismissal. "Just thinking out loud!"

They stood alone on the deck of the Delphinus, listening to the night breeze whisper in the Claudia's sails. A thousand stars sparkled above them in the darkness of the night, surrounding the moon that gave them eerie light. It was a wonderful night for soft whispers and lover's secrets, but Aika's heart was breaking in her chest.

She was only a friend.
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I'm bad at proofreading so sorry for any mistakes and thanks for reading! I'd love to hear what you think!
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