The death of Au Citan and Sigurd
I couldn't not post this up, because it's drama heavy and just so beautifully tragic.
The battle with Deus toiled on and on before they had it beat.. so completely. No, Citan did not die then. Of course not. However when Fei's gear disappeared and he was sucked into Deus's consciousness.. Citan had seen it, assessed the situation and known that something had to be done. Deus was at a unpredictable stage, the waves coming off of Deus that meant that Deus was close to exploding. And with Fei still in it's consciousness. He could not allow that. Not to mention there was so many people here with family, and they needed to get back safely.
~Midori and Yui.. will understand..~ he thought to himself as he shut off the transmissions to the other gears so that they could not reach him.
And then he used boost to propel Fenrir at Deus. It caught, it held.. Deus grasped at Fenrir and then started to instantaenously siphon at the gear's energy. It was to short out Deus for when the time came. Waves of power went through Fenrir, taking it and electrifying it. While all that the others could do was watch in abject horror as Fenrir prevented Deus from exploding on the spot.
Citan could only withstand the pain for so long before he went unconscious.. the energy flowing through him, before finally the energy just stopped his heart.
When Fei emmerged, all was calm.. Deus did not explode, Fenrir had prevented that. However the gears refused to work. They immediately crawled up into the gear, being confronted with Citan's limp form in the cockpit. Billy, Bart and Fei all three pried the gear open and they fished out Citan's body. They could not just leave the doctor there.
"He saved us.." Fei said, his voice choking up with sobs as he looked down at the form of his mentor that he was holding.
A few moments of silence, for a fallen comrade before they walked solemnly out of Deus.. and heading toward the Yggsdrasil.
Sigurd found himself waiting anxiously on the deck of the Yggdrasil, gazing as he waited for the others to return, waited so that he could apologize to Citan and everything would be allright. And yet as he'd been waiting he felt something like a jolt go through him and found himself crying at one moment though he didn't understand why.. and so he waited, praying against everything that what he'd thought happened hadn't.
The group finally scaled the ramp to the Yggsdrasil and the first one was to come up was Bart who looked slightly red eyed.. in fact all of them looked red eyed. Elly and Billy next, Billy who moved immediately to Yui and drew her aside.. and then finally Fei, followed by Maria, Emeralda and Rico.. and in Fei's arms there was a very limp form.
Sigurd had waited, expecting Citan to follow behind Fei keeping his calm gaze attentive as he so often had in the past, however his eyes locked upon the lifeless form in Fei's arms and he rushed to him. "Please.... give him to me.." he whispered, feeling as though his breath had been robbed from him. His shoulders beginning to rack with sobs as he gazed upon that still unmoving face. Peaceful with the absence of spirit, the oblivion that was brought on by death.
"He... he saved us.." Bart said as he watched his brother draw Sigurd into his arms, wiping at his eyes. "He was so brave.. we thought sure Deus was gonna explode.. taking us all with him.. when he forced Fenrir to it.. and took all of Deus's wrath onto Fenrir.."
Fei handed Citan's body off and then averted his eyes.. the death seeming to jar him as he moved away, almost silently.
Yui started to sob softly as Billy led her down stairs for the time being.
Sigurd broke down, sinking to the deck as he cradled Citan in his arms, gazing at that beautifully angelic face brokenly. "Why'd you leave me.. I.. I still loved you." he whispered breathlessly. He leaned down then and kissed Citan deeply, tears sliding down his face as he could feel cool lips and unresponsive tongue yet he didn't care who saw him. It mattered not. Nothing would ever matter again now that Citan was gone.. He pulled back after a moment and then looked at the others savagely.. "Go.. just go..!" he yelled abruptly.
Everyone looked at Sigurd almost worridly before they left Sigurd with the body.. too afraid to contest it. Leaving Hyuga wrapped in those arms, his head lolling against that shoulder. No breath, just the shell of a body and a heart that refused to beat no matter what.
Sigurd stayed with him on the deck for a long time, holding him and crying until he could not find the strength left to cry anymore. That was when he brought the body below decks to call a brief meeting in the gun room. "We... must give Citan.. no, Hyuga Ricdeau a proper burial... with all the honor that any man could recieve... It is all we can do for him now.." he said weakly.
All the members agreed, and Bart being King of Aveh suggested a funeral in all pomp and ceremony back at Bledavik... saying of course that it was the least that he could do for the doctor. Plans were made to fly out to Bledavik. And it was a solemn group that landed in Bledavik via the Yggsdrasil. With great ceremony an elaborate funeral was prepared, and then he was interred into the Tomb at Nisan.. an honour that was accorded to very few to non-fatimas.
And with Citan gone Sigurd found he had nothing left to live for, making sure Bart was well settled in his position of king he found himself losing himself to the loneliness that was eating him up inside. He didn't sleep, because when he did he dreamed of Citan, didn't eat, and rarely spoke to anyone more than necessary.. It was painfully obvious that he was a dying lovebird, withering away without his counterpart.
Bart had doctors called in, trying to cure his brother of the.. languishing.. but he could only watch his brother get sicker and sicker.. until finally it was rare that Sigurd would move from his bed. And it was one evening, perhaps a few months after Citan's death when a light, almost transluscent form slipped into SIgurd's room.. shining so softly and with large white wings, and hair like polished ebony.. stationing himself beside Sigurd's bed and softly trailing his fingers over locks of silvery. He knew he the other man was not long for this world.
Sigurd drew a weak breath as he felt a presance that seemed so familiar and his eye slid open, faded milky blue and staring a bit blindly until he seemed to gaze at that figure and the faint scent of green tea came to him. "C.. Citan.. It's you... I had such a long sad dream and I've missed you so much.... " he breathed weakly at the shining figure.
"I know you did.. Sigurd.. I've.. come to relieve you of that dream.." He whispered as he leaned forward, tracing his light soaked fingers across that rather pale cheek. "Do you want to tell me about it?"
Sigurd nodded weakly, gazing up at that angelic face. "I dreamed so long ago..... that I had said so many horrible things to you... and then Yui spoke to me, told me of your past... And I wanted to apologize for everything I said but I..." he paused, coughing violently a moment before he regained composure. "You were dead.... when they all came back from fighting deus... and then I was so lonely.. so lonely...." a tear slid down his cheek as he said this. "But you're here.... and it was all just a bad dream.. wasn't it Citan?"
"A very sad dream.. one that you no longer have to dream.." Citan whispered as he held out his hand for Sigurd as he stood up. "Take my hand Sigurd..?" He whispered, it was an invitation as he smiled softly. "Let me take your pain away..."
Sigurd smiled back, reaching up weakly to take Citan's hand, even as his eyes started to feel very heavy, threatening to slip closed. "I've always.... loved you...." the words escaped his lips, barely a whisper.
"I love you too Sigurd.. and I forgive you.. now just come with me...." Citan whispered gently, so gently as he slowly started to tug on Sigurd's soul, drawing it out.
The eye slid closed then, his last breath escaping his lungs as he flopped limply against the bed, from his body extracted the perfect soul of a black winged angel, smiling brightly at Citan with a gentle sort of rememberance.. He was relieved, to stretch his wings after feeling that body withering around him.
The angel looked up at the black winged angel and then he drew him into his arms and pressed soft kisses to all around his face. "I've waited for you.. are you ready.. to go onto our next incarnations and be born?" He said as he wrapped his wings around the other angels, forming a comforting circle.
"I'm glad.. to see you again.... I am ready love.." he whispered, settling himself in those arms. It was a solace that came only once at the end of every life time, to feel his beloved in their pure forms... but to touch as mortals... and then again at death.. it made the suffering worth it.
The battle with Deus toiled on and on before they had it beat.. so completely. No, Citan did not die then. Of course not. However when Fei's gear disappeared and he was sucked into Deus's consciousness.. Citan had seen it, assessed the situation and known that something had to be done. Deus was at a unpredictable stage, the waves coming off of Deus that meant that Deus was close to exploding. And with Fei still in it's consciousness. He could not allow that. Not to mention there was so many people here with family, and they needed to get back safely.
~Midori and Yui.. will understand..~ he thought to himself as he shut off the transmissions to the other gears so that they could not reach him.
And then he used boost to propel Fenrir at Deus. It caught, it held.. Deus grasped at Fenrir and then started to instantaenously siphon at the gear's energy. It was to short out Deus for when the time came. Waves of power went through Fenrir, taking it and electrifying it. While all that the others could do was watch in abject horror as Fenrir prevented Deus from exploding on the spot.
Citan could only withstand the pain for so long before he went unconscious.. the energy flowing through him, before finally the energy just stopped his heart.
When Fei emmerged, all was calm.. Deus did not explode, Fenrir had prevented that. However the gears refused to work. They immediately crawled up into the gear, being confronted with Citan's limp form in the cockpit. Billy, Bart and Fei all three pried the gear open and they fished out Citan's body. They could not just leave the doctor there.
"He saved us.." Fei said, his voice choking up with sobs as he looked down at the form of his mentor that he was holding.
A few moments of silence, for a fallen comrade before they walked solemnly out of Deus.. and heading toward the Yggsdrasil.
Sigurd found himself waiting anxiously on the deck of the Yggdrasil, gazing as he waited for the others to return, waited so that he could apologize to Citan and everything would be allright. And yet as he'd been waiting he felt something like a jolt go through him and found himself crying at one moment though he didn't understand why.. and so he waited, praying against everything that what he'd thought happened hadn't.
The group finally scaled the ramp to the Yggsdrasil and the first one was to come up was Bart who looked slightly red eyed.. in fact all of them looked red eyed. Elly and Billy next, Billy who moved immediately to Yui and drew her aside.. and then finally Fei, followed by Maria, Emeralda and Rico.. and in Fei's arms there was a very limp form.
Sigurd had waited, expecting Citan to follow behind Fei keeping his calm gaze attentive as he so often had in the past, however his eyes locked upon the lifeless form in Fei's arms and he rushed to him. "Please.... give him to me.." he whispered, feeling as though his breath had been robbed from him. His shoulders beginning to rack with sobs as he gazed upon that still unmoving face. Peaceful with the absence of spirit, the oblivion that was brought on by death.
"He... he saved us.." Bart said as he watched his brother draw Sigurd into his arms, wiping at his eyes. "He was so brave.. we thought sure Deus was gonna explode.. taking us all with him.. when he forced Fenrir to it.. and took all of Deus's wrath onto Fenrir.."
Fei handed Citan's body off and then averted his eyes.. the death seeming to jar him as he moved away, almost silently.
Yui started to sob softly as Billy led her down stairs for the time being.
Sigurd broke down, sinking to the deck as he cradled Citan in his arms, gazing at that beautifully angelic face brokenly. "Why'd you leave me.. I.. I still loved you." he whispered breathlessly. He leaned down then and kissed Citan deeply, tears sliding down his face as he could feel cool lips and unresponsive tongue yet he didn't care who saw him. It mattered not. Nothing would ever matter again now that Citan was gone.. He pulled back after a moment and then looked at the others savagely.. "Go.. just go..!" he yelled abruptly.
Everyone looked at Sigurd almost worridly before they left Sigurd with the body.. too afraid to contest it. Leaving Hyuga wrapped in those arms, his head lolling against that shoulder. No breath, just the shell of a body and a heart that refused to beat no matter what.
Sigurd stayed with him on the deck for a long time, holding him and crying until he could not find the strength left to cry anymore. That was when he brought the body below decks to call a brief meeting in the gun room. "We... must give Citan.. no, Hyuga Ricdeau a proper burial... with all the honor that any man could recieve... It is all we can do for him now.." he said weakly.
All the members agreed, and Bart being King of Aveh suggested a funeral in all pomp and ceremony back at Bledavik... saying of course that it was the least that he could do for the doctor. Plans were made to fly out to Bledavik. And it was a solemn group that landed in Bledavik via the Yggsdrasil. With great ceremony an elaborate funeral was prepared, and then he was interred into the Tomb at Nisan.. an honour that was accorded to very few to non-fatimas.
And with Citan gone Sigurd found he had nothing left to live for, making sure Bart was well settled in his position of king he found himself losing himself to the loneliness that was eating him up inside. He didn't sleep, because when he did he dreamed of Citan, didn't eat, and rarely spoke to anyone more than necessary.. It was painfully obvious that he was a dying lovebird, withering away without his counterpart.
Bart had doctors called in, trying to cure his brother of the.. languishing.. but he could only watch his brother get sicker and sicker.. until finally it was rare that Sigurd would move from his bed. And it was one evening, perhaps a few months after Citan's death when a light, almost transluscent form slipped into SIgurd's room.. shining so softly and with large white wings, and hair like polished ebony.. stationing himself beside Sigurd's bed and softly trailing his fingers over locks of silvery. He knew he the other man was not long for this world.
Sigurd drew a weak breath as he felt a presance that seemed so familiar and his eye slid open, faded milky blue and staring a bit blindly until he seemed to gaze at that figure and the faint scent of green tea came to him. "C.. Citan.. It's you... I had such a long sad dream and I've missed you so much.... " he breathed weakly at the shining figure.
"I know you did.. Sigurd.. I've.. come to relieve you of that dream.." He whispered as he leaned forward, tracing his light soaked fingers across that rather pale cheek. "Do you want to tell me about it?"
Sigurd nodded weakly, gazing up at that angelic face. "I dreamed so long ago..... that I had said so many horrible things to you... and then Yui spoke to me, told me of your past... And I wanted to apologize for everything I said but I..." he paused, coughing violently a moment before he regained composure. "You were dead.... when they all came back from fighting deus... and then I was so lonely.. so lonely...." a tear slid down his cheek as he said this. "But you're here.... and it was all just a bad dream.. wasn't it Citan?"
"A very sad dream.. one that you no longer have to dream.." Citan whispered as he held out his hand for Sigurd as he stood up. "Take my hand Sigurd..?" He whispered, it was an invitation as he smiled softly. "Let me take your pain away..."
Sigurd smiled back, reaching up weakly to take Citan's hand, even as his eyes started to feel very heavy, threatening to slip closed. "I've always.... loved you...." the words escaped his lips, barely a whisper.
"I love you too Sigurd.. and I forgive you.. now just come with me...." Citan whispered gently, so gently as he slowly started to tug on Sigurd's soul, drawing it out.
The eye slid closed then, his last breath escaping his lungs as he flopped limply against the bed, from his body extracted the perfect soul of a black winged angel, smiling brightly at Citan with a gentle sort of rememberance.. He was relieved, to stretch his wings after feeling that body withering around him.
The angel looked up at the black winged angel and then he drew him into his arms and pressed soft kisses to all around his face. "I've waited for you.. are you ready.. to go onto our next incarnations and be born?" He said as he wrapped his wings around the other angels, forming a comforting circle.
"I'm glad.. to see you again.... I am ready love.." he whispered, settling himself in those arms. It was a solace that came only once at the end of every life time, to feel his beloved in their pure forms... but to touch as mortals... and then again at death.. it made the suffering worth it.