on the road to redemption

DISCLAIMER.

I do not own any of those characters. They all belong to their respectful owners. Ah, and MAJOR spoilers for the game, too.

That said, I'd like to pass on a message while I am at it. I have already posted on the forum, but still. I am looking for a Magna Carta Crimson Stigmata ( Tears of Blood ) roleplayer. If you are interested, and you have played the game, please IM me at Agreian Jei Owen, or email me at Agreian@mac.com

I am friendly, open-minded and easy going, so don't hesitate! I do mostly yaoi, but am opened to female characters. I rp Orha, and Maya, for now. People with an attitude problem, please don't contact me. I rp to have fun. And, I'm not picky on the skill side, just know your stuff.

Ah, and I'm Fenrir, between. ^-^

and now, good reading!



One year. One long year, since it all. Life went on, and they had all learned to smile again, although the vibrant memory of their battle could not so easily be forgotten about. Those who had lost their lives fighting for the sake of Efferia were remembered with painful smiles. Lehas. Astal. Roxy. …Amila. He still thought about her, sometimes at night. Her smile, the scent of her hair. The way she had radiated, in that pretty yellow dress. Where had she found that anyway? Orha never knew. Had fitted her so much better than the attire of Queen. Ah well. It was pointless now, to mull over that. It wasn’t like… Amila had ever loved him anyway. Right? Nah. Agreian… The human hero. He had been her unique true love, and now… It was also Serina’s. The Queen’s twin sister. Ironic, how Agreian had fallen in love so easily with her… Orha suspected he did only because she was Amila’s twin. Well, it didn’t matter anyway. Both of the sisters had never shown that kind of interest into him, the faithful General Duren.


Today, was a day of festivities. In all of Efferia, both Humans, and Yason celebrated the death of the Tree of Light. They had invited him, to Headquarters, and he had politely declined. Nah, he didn’t belong with them. Even if Serina had chosen to remain by Agreian’s side. Orha preferred the quiet solitude of his office, in Yason-Roven. Even now. Bored out of his mind. Still preferred staying here. Near dozing, when a knock on the door awakened him with a start.
''I asked not to be bothered! What is so difficult to comprehend in this order!'' Orha shouted, unmoving from his comfortable chair. To hell with them.
There was no answers, from the other side, only a second knock. Harder. More insistent. Followed immediately by another one.
''What the…'' Orha mumbled, gathering himself up to his feet. That person best be having one damn good excuse to disturb his peace!

The General Orha swung the door open, anger knitting those silver brows low on his dark eyes, lips parting to shout insults at whoever stood there… but, all words died off right away. Instead, he merely stood there with his mouth agape. Blinking. Quick to regain his composure though, one hand reached forth, and firmly shoved inside the office the man facing him.

''You.'' How could that be? Impossible! But the man –did- stand there, flesh and blood. Facing a stunned Orha. ''I thought you had done Efferia a favor, and died. Why are you here?''
''…My apologies. It wasn’t for lack of trying, you know. I am here, because there is no where else I could go at, for the moment.'' Voice was hoarse, deeper than what Orha remembered it to be.
''If you are seeking help, you will find none here.'' Came his answer, calm and collected. As always.
''…Ah, indeed I had been counting on you.'' The man sat down in a chair, looking rather pained. Exhausted, even.
''Why? I don’t see how you could come to the conclusion that I would help you. Fact, I should be killing you.''
''Should?'' Ah? Did that mean there was some kind of hope?
''Yes, should. However, I am rather intrigued by your presence here. Calintz said… That you died. Would he have lied, to hide you?'' So likely, from that guy. Orha couldn’t help not worshipping the white-haired hero, like others did.
''I am not certain, what happened to me.'' Neikan answered after a moment. Staring down at those long, white hands. ''I cannot recall what happened, after Mano and I fought.''
''How useful for you. Well now, if you are done, I have better things to do. Leave.'' Orha ordered, arms crossing. No way he would buy this.
''Please… You are my only hope.'' Neikan pleaded, with a fatigued voice. Motionless from the chair.
''I said leave.'' Impassible, the Yason male stared down the other.


Neikan stood up, on trembling legs that barely supported the light weight of his body. Each move bringing more pain, taking the air out of his lungs. Had expected that kind of reaction, of course. And now, he had no where to go. Ha. How lame, that he was completely out of strength now. He would not survive much longer, in Efferia. It was a miracle, that he had reached Yason-Roven. Orha just kept watching him, with that nasty little glare, lips tightly pressed together. Made Neikan sigh a little. Hand on the doorknob.

''Why have you come to me.'' Orha’s voice lashed out, cold. Seriously, curious.
''I am not certain. Maybe… I had hoped that you would understand.'' Frowning, Neikan paused. Back facing the other.
''Understand? And, understand what? Dare you comparing me to your filthy little self?''
''This is not what I intended to say. I…'' In fact, it was –exactly- this, and now he was a little bit out of words. Orha sighed sharply, motioning, and sitting on his desk.
''I don’t understand at all why you would come here to me to ask for help. You should have gone to Calintz. He has been taking your defense, ever since that day. Said you had fallen under the power of the Light of Salvation, and that you couldn’t be fully blamed for your actions. That guy… Raul, seconds that.''
''Mano said that?'' Why, he had never thought. ''Raul…'' The name was familiar. ''Oh. The Hero of the Heavens, Anthony Abel.'' Right. Remembered him now. ''So, he did survive after all, right?''
''Yes, he did. He claims that you spared his life on purpose. Not sure I buy this, though. I think you merely underestimated him.''
''I spared his life. I had … Just enough of lucidity at that moment to do this.'' Neikan quietly replied, still standing there at the door, but turning to face Orha.
''Of course you would say this now, I don’t expect you to go against what Raul says. That would be stupid of you.''
''You have no idea what I have gone through! I had to battle each and every second, with the tainting power growing within me! And…. And I lost, in the end. I have caused so much pain…''Neikan argued, feeling his strength leaving him, as he stood there.
''Oh please! Don’t come crying on my shoulder, if you’re looking for compassion, you knocked on the wrong door. And why are you looking like you’ve ran into a pack of feral lynxes on your way?''
''I am not looking for … I…’’ There was a slight sigh, and he straightened. Just a little. Trying to look proud, like he used to, but he felt so tired... ''I was ambushed by wild animals, on my way. I am unsure how long I have wandered Efferia, before reaching here. I have been going in and out of awareness since I awoke, near the dead Tree of Light.'' Had to shut his eyes tight, world was spinning round and round.
''Hey… Hey!'' Orha was swift, arms grabbing a hold of the man, as he crumbled down to the ground. Unconscious. ''Damnit.''