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Title: Because of You
Characters: Claves/Jazz with hints of Allegretto/Polka
Rating: Mature/Adult
Disclaimers: Eternal Sonata belongs to Namco-Bandai and
Tri-Crescendo. I do not make any profit, money or take any claims from writing
this forum. There is no copyright infringement intended from creating this fan
fiction.
Summary: Claves has questions to answer and in the most
unlikely places too!
Warning: Spoilers for those who have not played Mysterious
Unison. Hints regarding Chapter 3.
Notes: I love the Claves/Jazz pairings and if you met Claves
in MU, you could sense that Jazz wanted Claves back so this little plot bunny
appeared dancing in front of me. *Cocks gun, aims…and misses* so I hope you
will enjoy it.
Title is from Ne-Yo
Because of You
Claves
sighed to herself as she stepped under the spray of the hot water, closing her
eyes as the water rained over her face, washing away the dirt and dried blood.
It had been so long since she was about to feel anything. Since she…died and
woke up inside the maze, lost and confused. Detached and ungrounded, she had
nearly lost all hope of ever feeling something when the gang walked back into
her life.
The gang walked down the stairs of the
mysterious place they had stumbled upon. Allegretto had used the Hero’s crest
upon the door and once they had reached the bottom where a deactivated
transporter laid, there was someone standing upon it, facing the darken hallway
that led somewhere else. She was muttering under her breath only to stiffen
when she sensed someone was standing behind her.
Spinning
around, she met shocked brown eyes with her own shocked purple eyes upon
meeting the same people she had joined briefly before death had taken her away.
“C-Claves?” his voice asked, trembling with
hope and disbelief. She had almost forgotten what his voice sounded like.
“This
can’t be!” She heard Falsetto exclaimed, “What is going on?!”
“Didn’t
you die?” Viola asked a slight tremor in her voice. Salsa took a step forward,
curiosity and fear in her purple eyes.
“Are
you…a ghost?” she asked and Claves hung her head.
“Yes,
I have returned from the dark beyond to visit revenge upon your for eating all
of my chocolates,” She lifted her head with a teasing grin as she met Salsa’s
scared glance and immediately became apologetic, “Just kidding. Did I scare
you? Sorry Salsa.”
“That’s
not it,” Allegretto spoke up and Claves looked at him. “It’s just…” Claves
nodded.
“I
know,” she turned around, unable to face the gang as she remembered how she got
into this situation, “I did die. I perished at Rondo’s hand,” the feeling of
the cold blade slicing through her stomach like butter. “I heard the sound of
my soul being separated from my body, then everything went dark. I heard
nothing, and I couldn’t speak.” She turned her head to the side. “Dying is
incredibly lonely.” She turned around and stepped forward so she was standing a
few feet away from Jazz. “And I screamed out ‘Let me see him! Let me see
him!’.” Jazz lifted his head and met her gaze. “And I just kept screaming. Then,
somehow, I was able to come back. When I came to, I was standing here. My body
and spirit were reunited.”
“So,
does that mean you have returned to life?” Jazz asked, keeping his hope to a
minimum. He couldn’t be this lucky. His hope died down even further when
Claves’ purple eyes darkened and shook her head.
“No,
Jazz, I have not been reborn. I am incomplete. Truly, this is my body. The soul
connected to it though is fragmented,” Claves explained. “The impact of
re-entering this world broke my soul and scattered its pieces throughout this
labyrinth,” she hung her head, “I have braved the labyrinth many times
attempting to restore it, but I…” she looked off to the side, unable to deal
with her emotions. Jazz stepped forward, his hand reaching out to touch her but
he held back.
“Don’t
worry,” she looked up at him, confused. “I promise we’ll get your soul back.”
He turned to Allegretto. “Right, Allegretto?” the young man nodded, motivated.
“Yeah,
that’s right! I’m sure we can bring Claves back to life!” he swore,
determination glinting in his blue eyes as he looked at the others for
agreement. Everyone nodded together, determination to bring their once friend
back to life and back into the fold with them where she belonged.
Claves
felt tears fill her eyes as she looked at each person before locking eyes with
Jazz and gave him a wobbly smile.
“Thank
you. All of you,” she whispered and got bright smiles in return.
Claves
opened her eyes, coming out of the memory. They had gone through a tiring
process. The enemies there had been stronger than anything they had fought
before but they prevailed, gaining her soul bit by bit until they had came upon
another surprised.
Rondo. The
woman who had killed her. The woman who had been killed by the gang in Aria Temple.
She looked different; her pink hair had been replaced with blonde. She
explained that she had also woken up inside the labyrinth, confused to how she
had gotten there before she spotted Claves and taunted that she had Claves’
soul. Claves had sworn that she would get her revenge upon Rondo for killing
her.
It had been
a long battle, death had only made Rondo stronger and unpredictable due to lack
of care but they had prevailed and they had won, wrestling Claves’ soul away
from Rondo as she finally died, letting her soul move on to the next life,
leaving them in peace. Claves had felt a sense of vengeance upon Rondo’s death
and swore that she would stop thinking of the young woman who had been death to
her.
Claves
stiffened when she felt someone enter the bathroom and spun around, determined
to find who had crept in only for her breath to catch in her throat when she
met dark brown eyes. Swallowing hard, she took a step back, unsure of her
feelings and what he wanted.
“Are you
scared of me?” Jazz asked. Claves looked off to the side, unsure of what to
say, feeling vulnerable as she wrapped one arm over her bare chest while the
other hand covered as much of her lower privates as much as it could. She bit
her bottom lip as one of Jazz’s hands touched her left arm, curving around her
elbow and pulled her arm away from her breasts, baring her to his gaze once
more. “I told you that you don’t have to hide yourself away from me.” Heat
flushed through her body as she remembered when he told her that.
Jazz was
naked as well, baring himself to her. His hair was still tie in its low
ponytail with the strands becoming damp from the spray of water.
“That was
then,” she choked out, taking another step back as Jazz stepped forward. Her
back met the now warm tiles of the shower.
“It wasn’t
that long ago,” he reminded his voice husky as the memories of their first time
hit him like a tidal wave. The palm of his hand sliding up her arm, rounding
her collarbone and slipping down until he cupped one perky breast that fitted
perfectly in the palm of his hand. He brushed his thumb over her nipple,
enjoying the way it harden under his touch as she gasped, her neck arching
slightly before her bottom lip trembled.
“It was a
lifetime for me,” she whispered, shifting her body so her breast slipped free
from his hand and he frowned, not liking that she was turning away from him and
his touch. Before, she would beg for his touch but now…she shied away from it.
“Why do you
turn from me?” he demanded, his voice growing rough with anger and frustration.
He had so many questions, ranging from why had she chosen him as her mark to
why didn’t she frame Falsetto as a spy.
“Because I
betrayed you,” she reminded him bitterly, her head turned away from him as she
fought to keep her tears at bay.
“Why didn’t
you tell me?” he whispered. Claves closed her eyes as a tear slipped free. Jazz
moved closer so their bodies were almost touching, his nose was close to her
hair, he could smell the soft strawberry shampoo that she loved to use.
“I was
scared,” she whispered, turning her face to his neck. “I was scared that if I
told you, I would have lost you, lost our love.” Jazz turned his head and
pressed a kiss to her cheek, tasting her tear.
“I love you
Claves, nothing would have changed that,” he told her but she shook her head as
she opened her eyes to meet his.
“Waltz would
have killed you if he ever found out. I tried so hard to make sure that you
never came into contact with each other. That was why I never told him of the
secret passage or that you planned on using it. I just didn’t…” she trailed off
and Jazz nodded.
“You didn’t
expect that Tuba would be waiting at the front and would mistake the others for
us,” he finished and Claves nodded as she looked at Jazz once more, her purple
eyes pleading with his.
“I would
have never placed strangers…innocents in danger, not at Tuba’s hand. I knew of
man, Jazz, and I knew that he would have never been forgiving that Allegretto
and the others had beaten him in front of the guards, and ultimately Waltz,”
Claves told him. Something in the way Claves had said that brought back a
memory for Jazz and his eyes widen.
“The
bruise,” he blurted out and Claves turned her head away, ashamed. “The bruise
you had on you stomach just shortly after we met. You claimed it was a
monster’s attack but Falsetto had been so convinced it was the shape of a man’s
fist.” Claves chuckled softly.
“Falsetto
was smarter than she let on. I knew that she suspected me of being the spy, it
was only her love for you stopped her from confronting me with it,” she sighed
heavily, “sometimes I wished she would have been braver and had confronted me
with it. It would have made everything easier.” She looked up at Jazz. “She is
a really good friend to you, never doubt that. That was why I could have never
implicated her as a spy. I would have never done anything to break that bond
between the two of you.”
“Why did he
attack you?” Jazz asked, urgently and Claves bit her bottom lip.
“Waltz knew
that something was wrong when I came back after meeting you. I had asked to be
taken off the mission,” Jazz inhaled sharply at his, “Of course, Waltz was
stubborn; he refused to let me off the mission and sent Tuba as ‘encouragement’
to stay on the mission. Tuba had wanted to do a lot more to me than just
beating me up but I had agreed to stay on the mission, anything to save myself
from Tuba’s hands.” Understanding dawned on Jazz.
“He wanted
you for himself,” he grounded out and Claves cupped his cheek.
“Nothing
like that happened,” she assured him, “I stayed away from him as much as I
could; preferring to send notes by the dove than visiting in person. I didn’t
trust Tuba whenever I was around. Beside…over time, I began to love you more
and I just didn’t want to leave the one place that had slowly became a home to
me.”
“Why me?” he
asked, gripping her upper arms, his brown eyes burning into hers. “Why did you
choose me?”
“How could I
not?” she whispered, tears rippling down her cheeks. “You drew me in with every
glance, every word, and every touch. You asked for respect, you never demanded
it and you never demanded that your followers should lose their lives for you.
Not like Count Waltz. You were so different from the men I knew. Even my own
father had demanded respect. You treated us all like equals; you listened to
all of us and accepted our ideas. You never once dismissed it or treated us
like we were stupid or that you knew better than us.” She shook her head. “I
never meant to get involved with you; that was never the mission. The mission was
to infiltrate and get information. Dating you was never part of the plan. That
was all me, I fell for you and I wanted to share myself you. I fell for you
then I fell in love with you.”
“Claves…” he
whispered, his heart was torn between breaking or filling with love.
“I knew the
moment I fell in love with you that I couldn’t continue with the mission so I
set about making sure that Count Waltz got vague information, just enough for
him not to be suspicious but enough to make sure that he would have never
gotten his hands on you.”
“But he
did,” Jazz said and Claves nodded.
“Rondo had
been sent to make sure I hadn’t been compromised but it had been too late. She
overheard me assuring you that Falsetto wasn’t the spy and killed me for that.
She said that I had become a liability due to my love for you,” Claves
explained as Jazz’s hands slid down her arms until they reached her hands. “I
died for you, and I would do it all over again if that what it meant for you to
be safe.” Jazz gripped her hands and placed them on his chest.
“You are
never going to die for me again,” he promised, the vow hung in the air among
them. Claves frowned, confused.
“Jazz?” she
asked and Jazz shook his head.
“I won’t let
you die for me again. Count Waltz is gone, the mineral powder are slowly
dwindling. Prince Crescendo is making sure that everyone knows of the risks of
the mineral powder and his scientists are trying to find a cure for it,” Jazz
explained. “You are free, you will never have to worry about Waltz again because
he is dead and I will not lose you again, Claves,” Jazz told her. Claves opened
her mouth but found it covered by Jazz’s mouth as he kissed her, preventing her
from speaking.
Claves
whimpered as her hands were freed and slid them up his chest and around his
neck, pulling him closer to her body as his hands slid around her waist,
bringing their lower bodies into contact. Jazz groaned all her curves were
pressed into his planes. It had been so long since he’d be able to touch her,
to feel her over him, under him, around him.
Claves was
no better off as his hardness brushed against her stomach, teasing her. Her
hands slid around so her palms were pressed against his shoulder blades, her
nails digging into his shoulders, holding on as his tongue and mouth pushed her
toward desire before he broke their lips, kissing her cheek, her jawbone then
her neck, nipping at the spot at the base of her throat that always left her
feeling weak with desire.
“Jazz…” she
groaned as her head fell backward, resting against the tiles as he moved his
head down lower, reaching her heaving chest as she fought to breath. His breath
skimmed over one ridged nipple, encouraging it to harden even more before he
flicked his tongue over it. Her nails dug in deeper, trying to hold on to reality
when Jazz took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking the ridged muscle
before moving over to the other nipple to lave the same treatment then moved
downward, eager to taste her again.
He knelt
down, lifting her left leg and placing it over his shoulder and moved in,
pressing his lips against her clit. Claves gasped as pleasure pounded through
her. Jazz knew how to make her come hard and fast or when to draw out the
pleasure so she was begging and pleading before pushing her over the edge that
she was sobbing with pleasure.
“I’m gonna
prove to you that you never need a reason to hide yourself from me,” Jazz
promised her darkly. Claves felt her breath catch and her heart stop at the
dark look in his eyes. He leaned in, pressing his mouth against her core,
flicking his tongue against her, tasting her as she bit down on her bottom lip.
Jazz thought she was going to draw blood if her nails dug any deeper on his
shoulder but they let go and slid up into his dark lock, sifting her fingers
through the damp hair as he continued to flick his tongue in time with the
pulse of her clit.
Jazz lifted
his right hand, sliding his index finger into her hot wet canal, drawing a
groan from the woman as she bucked her hips into his face, trying to hold back
her pleasure but Jazz was relentless as he continued to pleasure her, slipping
another finger into her. He wanted to watch her go over the edge, to scream his
name like she always did whenever they were in the heat of the passion. He
moved his tongue down, removing his fingers, allowing his tongue to take over
while nose rubbed against her clit.
Her
breathing was coming faster, heavier. Her chest was heaving as she tried to
draw in air. Her purple eyes dilated with intense pleasure as her hands
tightened in Jazz’s hair. Jazz brought his fingers back into play, sliding them
along her walls until he located the spot that always drove her nuts, pushing
her overboard into pleasure as he doubled his efforts on his tongue and nose.
She was close; Jazz could sense it as her creaminess flooded his mouth. The
high pitched sounds she was making in her throat was also another indication so
he reared up and bit down, gently, on her clit, snapping her control.
“JAZZ!” she
screamed, her hands practically pulling out his dark locks as he turned his
face, kissing the inner thigh as he waited for her to come back down from her
high. Jazz knew when she came down from her high when she started tugging on
his hair. He rose up as her hand slid to the back of his neck and pulled him
down for a hard kiss, pushing him around till his back hit the tiles.
Claves
pulled away from him, licking her lips as she tasted himself on him before she
nibbled his neck, moving down lower only stopping briefly to nip at his
nipples. Jazz moaned as his eyes rolled up into the back of his head as she
moved down even lower, kneeling down. When she reached his belly button, she
stopped briefly to slide her tongue into it, knowing it was sensitive before
she dipped her head down and took his erection into her mouth.
Jazz’s hands
slid into her light pink locks, one hand cupping the back of her head while his
other hand stroke her cheek as he brought his head down so he could watch her.
Claves pressed her tongue up underneath him, sucking him softly as she pulled
her head back until she reached the tip and swirled her tongue around the
sensitive head. Jazz gritted his teeth as she sucked harder before enveloping
him in her mouth once more.
“Claves…” he
grunted as he bucked his hips, trying to hold on as she caressed his hardness
with her tongue, pressing all the right spots as she moved her head back and
forth, enjoying the way he tasted on her tongue. When she sucked a little
harder, Jazz felt his control stretching to the snapping point and knew that he
had to get her off him before he lost all control.
Claves
lifted her eyes when Jazz started tugging on her hair, curious to what he
wanted. “I want to be inside of you before I come,” he told her gruffly as he
pulled her mouth of him, pulled her up and spun her around, pinning her against
the wall as he kissed her, tasting himself on her lips as he placed his hands
on her hips. Understanding, Claves jumped up, wrapping her legs around his
waist, bringing her core to line with his hardness.
He shifted
her hips and slid his full length inside of her, relishing the way she let out
that half gasp half moan, her hips bucking as she tried to draw him in deeper.
She had always been so responsive to his touch and this was no different. Her
nails dug into his shoulder as she closed her eyes, relishing the feel of him
inside of her. It had been so long since she felt him inside of her.
“Jazz,” she
moaned as he kissed her neck, pulling out then thrusting back into her, one
hand cupped her ass while his other hand was pressed against the back of her
neck. He leaned in and kissed her as she rocked her hips in the same rhythm.
“Harder,” she pleaded. Jazz grunted as he shifted himself so he could thrust
into her harder. Claves gasped in pleasure as her legs tightened around his
waist, her heels digging into his ass as she clung onto him as pleasure started
spiralling through her.
“Claves,”
Jazz groaned as he nipped her throat. Claves turned her face so it was buried
in Jazz’s neck as she breathed heavily as he thrusted harder into her, rubbing
against the sweet spot inside of her as he slid a hand down her body, flicking
her clit and sending her overboard.
“Oh…oh…oh!”
her nails rakes down his back, leaving thin lines of scratches as her walls
convulsed around him, sending him overboard as he spilled his speed into her.
He jerked inside of her for a short moment before he slumped against her, both
of them breathing heavily as they tried to come down from their high. Jazz’s
forehead was resting on her shoulder while her face was pressed in his neck.
Once Jazz
got his breath back, he pulled his face off her neck so they were looking at
each other.
“I love you,
never doubt that,” Jazz growled hoarsely. Tears pricked Claves eyes as she
smiled at him, pressing her lips against his in a tender kiss.
“I love you
too,” she whispered back.
**********
Meanwhile,
in the room next to theirs, Allegretto and Polka was on the bed making out as
they slowly became accustomed to each other and to reassure themselves that
Polka was most definitely alive and in one piece.
Allegretto
stopped placing kisses on Polka’s neck when he heard the moaning coming from
the thin walls of the inn they were staying in. Lifting his head up, he met
Polka’s confused light blue eyes only for his dark blue eyes to look at the
wall before he groaned. History was repeating itself again.
“Oh, not
again,” Allegretto pulled his pillow from under his head and placed it over his
face, covering his ears while Polka just stared at her boyfriend, wondering
just when he had gone mad.
The End
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