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11 January 2007 @ 06:20 pm
Arashi - EF fic  
Title: Advent Eclipse
Series: Ecliptic Fates - a fanmade story spinoff of KH
Characters: Ava, Ammon ---> Avamon
Notes: Written for dbnext. I ran this by onijutsu first, so you could sort of say it was... peer reviewed by her? *ponder* ER. I'M NOT SAYING ANYTHING BECAUSE ... yeah. XD;; But if you'd like to blame someone for the title, blame Rae.

When she first met him, it was entirely by surprise. She hadn’t been expecting him or what he offered. The last person who tried was sent away, and she hadn’t seen her since.

He came -- surreptitiously, very surreptitiously, she thought, until she saw the tattoo on his cheek and his movements made more sense but confused her a little more -- and she asked, “Who are you?”

Fleeing brought out the most base instincts and characteristics in an individual. Escape brought about situations that made people behave differently. Survival highlighted what a person needed, wanted, valued the most.

In Ammon and Ava’s case, they revealed their histories to each other. Even in dim lighting, the symbol that they were birds of feather was glaringly visible.

“I have a best friend,” Ammon told her -- almost haltingly, and his eyes drifted where the sky would be if the stifling ceiling would fall away and reveal it.

Ava sat back and stared at him for a moment before smiling and asking, “Is that nice?”

“Stand back,” he directed, his tonfa out and ready.

She did as he asked and watched as Ammon cleared the way. Ava wouldn’t interfere and waste energy. She trusted in his ability, in their ability.

When Ammon barely missed blocking an almost fatal strike (almost fatal because Ava analyzed that had the strike landed, it would have missed a fatal spot by two centimeters), she made a false step.

The sound of weapons clashing loudly rang horribly in her ears, and she stopped breathing for a moment as Ammon had suddenly moved from twenty feet away to right in front of her, protecting her.

Her breath hitched in her throat for another reason when she observed belatedly the decreasing distance between his lips and hers. She had been told of moments like these before, but her intelligent mind could not recall any of the advice she had been given.

When their lips met, her arms instinctively went up to wrap around his neck, and she realized that she wasn’t thinking much and thought, maybe, just maybe that was a good thing for a moment such as now.

“Don’t let go of the bonds you have,” Ava said abruptly.

The two were sitting next to each other, waiting for the guards to change shifts. Ammon started and gave her a questioning, confused look. “What?”

She looked him straight in the eyes and said softly, “You’ve told me of your family and friends and of so many obstacles and times you’ve gone through and had with them.” Placing one of her hands over one of his, she intoned, “… Avery. Aryll. Trevor. Aaron. You care about them all very much. Are you sure you’re not happier when you’re with them?”

He frowned and he clenched his hand into a fist underneath hers. He said quietly, “This is what I should do. It’s what I want to do.”

She leaned in and kissed him.

“We’re almost there.”

Ava tore her gaze away from the gummi ship’s window to look at the pilot. “Where is there?”

“Get ready for the landing,” he said instead of answering her question.

Taking one last look at all the new, new things the view the window gave her, she sat and readied herself for the turbulence.

When they landed and Ava took in this new world (and what a new world it was outside that stark, pristine enclosed area she lived in), she couldn’t help but notice how troubled Ammon looked now.

Ammon didn’t listen to her and left -- and let go.

Ava remembered that Ammon told her that he was trying to find himself. She now made up her mind to find what was right for her.

(“Thank you,” she told him before he left. She saw a glimmer of a smile and thought maybe it was okay what he was doing -- it had helped her and would help others, and it seemed like it was helping him a little.)

Ava made her choice, and by chance or by fate, she met Avery.

After the interview (what she could now call a mockery of one, if she so should choose), she realized that this was Avery, the Avery Ammon talked about, and that she could hit two birds with one stone.

She would get to know Ammon more than one way (this, her new boss, had been -- is -- a part of Ammon’s life, and she would be able to see how and why), and she would do things her own way.

The look he gave her (the second look after the initial shock, the initial surprise, the initial something else entirely) after he saw her in her Turk outfit made her step back. His body language, his voice all emanated, Why are you here, what are you doing, just why.

She could understand his confusion, and she tried to touch him, to move towards him, but she faltered just a little. Memories floated between the two, and Ava strengthened her resolve.

She gave him a smile and tried to convey her message: I’m okay. I have found my way. (Because of you but not for you.)

You will always have a place with me, Ammon, if you want.

… Thank you. I… think it’s a place I can be happy.
Current Mood: geeky
Current Music: Holes
MT: Aerith- Once upon a timedbnext on January 12th, 2007 01:41 am (UTC)
And it's different reading it on the screen this time ahaha~

I STILL LOVE IT SO. ♥ MOOOOOINE u u; Now I have a permanent untearable copy. *MEMS*

(Because of you but not for you.

That line especially just owns me.

BUT THE TITLE. THE HAYLE. And you guys call me a crackhead XDXD
not a normal somersaultdodgeroll on January 12th, 2007 01:50 am (UTC)
HAHAHA. The title. hahaha. Homecoming was too cheesy. I was just going to title it Advent, but then I remembered Advent Children, and I ran it by Rae, and she gave me the okay, SO IT'S NOT REALLY ME. IT'S HER. XDXDXD
Kia: Couragestarswing on January 12th, 2007 02:48 am (UTC)