Hi everybody! I haven't seen you guys
in a while. Anyway, college is going okay. Its just like high school, academic
wise. But I'm sure that you don't want to hear about any of that stuff. Moving
on, this is another part to my once short, and now very long fic. I'll be
continuing it when I have time, but I have not given up on it. This picks up
where Noin is finishing her memories about her and Zech's magic academy days,
and also why there's hostility between them now. Enjoy.
Blackness.
Milliardo. Instinct told her that was his true name. But how. It was highly
unlikely that he would entrust her with the key to his power.
In the
oblivion she smiled at the thought of him. The way he walked with an arrogance
all his own. His sharp features that had about them almost a royal aura. His
long platinum hair. Here in this place with no mortal limits, she didn't have to
hate him. How strange that even in this existence, she would think of
him.
She got up and walked? No, there was no human measurement of
existence. Nothing but darkness lived here. And while the darkness held no pain,
it held no comfort either.
She began to wonder if she would ever find her
way out.
She spoke and could not hear her own voice. Fear grew out of the
nothingness that surrounded her. It was her own tangible fear. Made of her and
by her. For that alone, she was thankful. It did not come from the
oblivion.
Nothing came from the oblivion.
As she began to panic,
she imagined she saw something. Out of the nothingness, she saw a single blue
dot. What was it? Friend or foe. Good or evil. At first she fought it because of
her ignorance of it. But then she wondered if it could be any worse than where
or when or what she was now.
It grew until it enveloped her softly. It
seemed so.familiar. Suddenly it became searing.
"Ahhhhh," she screamed.
She woke up and looked frightened into Zech's eyes. His handsome face was lined
with anxiety and worry. He held her hand and the warmth of his own gave her
instant comfort. For a second she took what solace she could from just the very
thought of him at her side.
Then, the memories flooded her. Their battle
rushed back to her. The unfairness of the past threatened to overtake her. She
tried to put whatever shield she could around herself. Be it magical, or even
emotional. Try as she might, she could not. Tears slowly leaked from her eyes.
When had she become so damned weak?
Milliardo watched the precious
goddess before him. He noticed the lightning quick changes in her. Her eyes held
relieve at the first sight of him, as she had savored the assurance of safety
from his touch. However, as memories began to come back, her entire being
hardened and he could see her desperate attempt to build her protective wall
back around herself.
It failed as her tears much like her being,
stubbornly refused to be denied freedom from the confines of her eyes.
He
tried to rein in on what he was feeling. Never had he been so afraid, terrified.
It was as if his entire world would have ended with Noin's last breath. Speaking
of breathing, he reminded himself that it was now safe to do so.
" It
seems we are destined to know each other much more intimately." He spoke openly
to her.
As he wiped a stray tear away from her face, she struggled, not
for the first time, with her emotions. The spark that Zechs.no Milliardo's hand
sent throughout her entire being. The need to feel anger towards him for his
chauvinistic attitude towards her in the past. These caused a constant battle
within her being.
"Milliardo, I."
"No need, little one. I'll leave
you now." Slowly he wove a sleep spell knowing that she would be too stubborn to
get sleep on her own.
As expected she tried her best to fight his spell.
However, her long lashes swept over her exquisite violet eyes slower, and
slower.
Sleep claimed her finally, but not before she murmured, " Don't
call me..little.one."
Her breathing eased and she fell
asleep.
Zechs smiled sadly to himself. He knew he had many trials to look
forward to when she gained her strength back. She would never accept him
claiming her. However, it didn't matter. Noin was too honorable to break the
claim. She had made her choice when she decided to fight him. She would not back
down. He wouldn't allow it.
He returned to his chambers, tired himself.
He had gone four days straight without sleep. He'd stayed by Noin ever since
she'd passed out in the arena. When she remained in her state of
unconsciousness, Zechs had felt something trying to harm her in the obilvion. He
had not rested until he had reached her first. Whatever it was after her scared
him.
He waved his hand and put out the lights. Zechs then fell
into the bed and into a fitful sleep, with the feeling that something,
somewhere, was terribly
wrong.
