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Disclaimer: Tales of Symphonia belongs to Namco, not me. Xylia Eckheart and the plot do belong to me, however. The song at the end is Lullaby by Assemblage 23. Day 2: Decoration Even after a long night, Kratos rolled out of bed at quite the early hour. It was sometime past eight, and he felt much better; but than, he supposed, he hadn't been the one on the bottom. Rolling out of bed after carefully untangling his limbs from where they'd entwined with his lover, Kratos pulled on the same jeans he'd worn the night before and a plain black T-shirt. He briefly wondered why there was so much black in Zelos' wardrobe, but quickly shoved that thou

Disclaimer: Tales of the Abyss and its characters belong to Namco, not me. Spiral Sync had been used to being treated as being 'broken' since his 'birth'. He hadn't been good enough to be a replacement, so that's how he'd come to think of himself as being. The only person who made him feel whole... now was gone. That loss sealed his fate to be broken forever. He wouldn't be able to hold on to anything anymore. Only this time the break was more deep and painful then before. He bled more then ever had he bled before. Now he had a broken heart too. And he was swiftly spiralling downwards out of control. FIN.

Disclaimer: Tales of the Abyss and its characters belong to Namco, not me. Free Their last moments together were tragic. Sync had been powerless to help him, and once the frail Fon Master had passed, he felt immense guilt. “I could've saved you...” He could only berate himself for doing nothing, when he could have done something for the one person who had ever accepted him as his own person. The only and last person to do so. It was the last time that his heart was free. FIN.

Disclaimer: Tales of the Abyss and its characters belong to Namco, not me. Anemone Ion had been the only one who mourned the 'death' of Sync the Tempest. He'd be the one to take Sync's favorite flowers, though how he knew they had been his favorite he didn't know, to his gravestone in the Daath cemetery. His passing had left... an ache inside of the Fon Master that no one and nothing else could feel. So all Ion thought was, “I've passed my heart on to you and to the grave.” Sync's passing had cut him deeply, leaving him bleeding. He didn't know what to do now, the anemones were the color of blood. FIN.

Disclaimer: Tales of the Abyss and its characters belong to Namco, not me. Dictate Neither of them knew what their true birthday was, well, they day they were created. Instead, they merely took the true Ion's birthday and called it their own. For them, it was enough of a connection to their origins. For Ion, it made him feel like more of a replacement. For Sync, it gave him a little more of a sense of belonging; of identity. Together, it made them feel a little more like they were one. It was enough for them to disregard the Score. After all, it didn't dictate them. FIN.

Disclaimer: Tales of the Abyss and its characters belong to Namco, not me. Moment If it had worked out differently, they could have been friends; or more then that. Yes, that was what Sync desperately wanted, but he would settle for them just being friends. And they could, if either of them was willing to put the effort into it. Ion was, and Sync was. If they tried hard enough, they could work out to be great friends. They only had to stop for long enough so that they could put their pasts and differences behind them. One moment was all they needed. And it would be all that they would get. FIN.

Disclaimer: Tales of the Abyss and its characters belong to Namco, not me. Complicated It hurt him to learn of Ion's death. No matter how much he insisted that he hated him, he couldn't bring himself to actually follow through with the emotion. Nothing was simple for him anymore because of the silly fact that he'd fallen in love with the replica known as Ion. Everything had become complicated. And he couldn't find himself able to care that it had. He just wanted to die. So he could join him. FIN.

Disclaimer: Tales of Symphonia and its characters belong to Namco, not me. I only like to use them to satisfy my creative needs. Cruelty of Fate The fragility of his nature worried him. He always worried that if something, anything happened, that would take him back to those fateful days that he would snap. So far, it hadn't happened; but he knew that Zelos' luck wouldn't hold out forever. Something would happen. Fate's cruel game. Time was the ultimate judge, and whether or not Zelos pulled through was still up in the air. No one would know yet what the Chosen of Tethe’alla’s fate held. And he, the observer, knew how his fate c

Disclaimer: Naruto and its characters belong to Kishimoto-sama, not me. Promises and Chances Asking myself about it wasn't going to make it get any better, and it wouldn't make it go away either. And despite how confident I was that I could bring him back, I knew, I knew down in the bottom of my heart; that I wouldn't be able to stop him if it meant I had to kill. Because the teme meant to much to me for me to be able to do that. I was going to stop him, not kill him. I'd stop him and bring him back. Not only for the promise I'd made to Sakura-chan, but for my own sake as well. He'd done a lot that proved to me that he wasn't a cold-heart