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A light in the sky	By : FrostofEgarath Category: +G to L > Last Exile Views: 5224 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own Last Exile, Dio
Elaclaire, Claus Valca, Lavi Head, any inventions, locations, or anything
connected to such represented in the series.

A light in
the sky

Chapter 2

The rain felt freezing against his clothing, and that
being the skin tight, heavy fabric of his vanship fighter's pilot suit didn't
really make it much better.

He knew it was probably just self-torture, and
foolishness, but he could not help it. The urge to lay eyes upon the beautiful
man of the Guild was much too strong for his half-hearted will to resist.

What he felt for Dio was unlike any feeling that had
ever tumbled around in his troubled mind. He felt like whacking and hugging him
at once, he felt annoyance and happiness, repulse and attraction at the same
time.

Dio seemed to hold some unusual affection towards him,
and this affection, whose like he had never known, both scared him away and
compelled him to stay.

That feeling...that wasn't just a normal, platonic
feeling in any way...this feeling that was too great to comprehend...

Claus felt a slow, but violently strong rush of blood
to his head as the feeling set in every nerve of his body, and much to his
further embarrassment he knew very well that his cheeks were stained red,
making him resemble a human sized tomato as he walked the steep road that led
to the Norikia city hall. Luckily, few people dared the streets in the rain.

He didn't know too much of what he going through, and
what his feelings for Dio really was. True enough, he had met a few girls before,
and knew the basic stages of being in love and all, and what it involved.[if [if !supportLineBreakNewLine]>

The word among those girls he had met on his journeys
throughout Prestale was that they praised his kissing, something he took a
not-too-small, though cutely modest, load of pride in.

But beyond mild affection and kissing, he knew very
little of love, and what came with it, in the world of grown-ups.

The only things he really knew, or had guessed, was
vague hints and words spoken in great secrecy among other, older vanship couriers
in the various bars and other seedy places he and Lavi had paid visits to
during their short careers.

But apart from that, and what certain natural impulses
had told him, he knew practically nothing, which was another reason his
feelings for Dio scared him.

He had had no idea that a male could fall in love with
anything but a female. At least, that was what all the hints he been able to
pick up had spoken of, and therefore, he had drawn the conclusion that anything
else was either impossible, or at least very, very unnatural.

Maybe it was? Maybe there was something wrong with him
since he felt this way? Maybe this feeling was something reserved for the
perfect beings of the Guild, and that Dio, by hitting on him had somehow
smitten him with this state of mind?

His thoughts were interrupted as he suddenly stared
right into the gauge of a rifle: "Halt! Who goes there?"

Claus looked up to meet the gruffearaearance of a
veteran Anatore soldier, seemingly not too pleased with his shift out in the
freezing rain.

"Claus Valca, vanship fighter of the Sylvana.
sir. I am here to see Dio Elaclaire."

The guard eyed him suspiciously, his brow furrowing as Claus proposed his
errand:

"Principle Elaclaire, ka? The spoiled brat of the
highest circle of the Guild..."

He leant down, looking directly into his greyish eyes:
"And what business would the son of the legendary vanship courier,
nobleman, and freedom fighter Hamilcal Valca, have to conclude with the to-be
Maestro of the Guild, Principal Dio Elaclaire, hmm?"

Claus felt his heart ascend into his throat at the
shrouded accusations put up by this seemingly not too dim-witted guard, but
managed to keep his face straight, and suitably obstinate, though he fought a
hard battle with the guilt that seemed to come so naturally to him: "I am
merely here to see Dio, as a friend should in times of need. I worry...for his
well being, after the Tyrant Queen's took him captive."

The soldier looked at him for a moment, and seemed to
be long gone into a far, distant memory, before his eyes softened a little. He
raised the rifle and straightened up: "Enter, young sir."

Claus looked at the guard in wonder for a few seconds,
before smiling a thankful, gentle smile at him and opening the massive doors,
passing through.

Once inside, Clause stood still for a few moments,
allowing himself to adjust from the chilly outside to the lush and warm inside,
before taking off towards Dio's room.

Outside his door, hesitation and doubt grabbed his
soul in a twine grip as he put his hand on the door handle. Would Dio recognize
? Wo? Would he remember what he had done, the feelings he had shown him? Would
he even notice he was there?

Swallowing his fear (and a couple of bitter tears) he
pushed down the handle and entered the room.

The room was, with the exception of a few bottles of
medical liquids added and some rather irrelevant item removed, unchanged from
the first time he had seen it, when he had visited Dio right after waking up
himself.

So white and clean...it was overwhelming enough
itself, and accompanied by the dark gloominess present in every room inhabited
by a sick person it nearly suffocated him as he advanced further into the room.

On a bed underneath the window the dim glow he had
seen from his house had emanated from, laid a lithe, white-dressed form under
white blanket, silvery hair untied and spread over the pillow, half-closed eyes
staring blankly into nothing.

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Beside the bed stood a tray of food, a small bottle
labelled "Class 5 Norikia brand water�, and a vial of purple medicine, all
of them apparently untouched.

Claus felt itching tears sting in eye eyes as he
observed the vulnerable, sad form in the bed, the form that had once been
bright, happy Dio Elaclaire of the Guild.

Now...he seemed stripped of his very self, his
instinct of self-preservation...his very will to live.

Dio's eyes remained steadfast as Claus sat down on the
edge of his bed, looking at him.

"Dio?" Claus half whispered at the broken being in the bed, who
seemed either oblivious or simply unfazed by his presence.

Claus smiled bitterly at himself for getting his hopes
up, for being an idiot in this case...for even trying. He knew his hopes were
unreasonable, but he could not help himself. He had to try.

"It's all right, Dio...I didn't expect an answer.
I don't know what your sister did to you, but whatever it was, it must have
been really terrible. To be able to do this to you, I mean..."

He hesitated for while, unsure of what to say next.

For the first time in quite a while he noticed the
melancholy in the melody of raindrops falling on the stone roof, and he closed
his eyes, enticed by it's rhythm. It had used to soothe him before, when he had
been lying in his bed, thinking about his life, his future...and Lavi. When it
had all become too much, when the demons inside tore too hard at his soul, he
had closed his eyes and lost himself in it.

mal>Lately, he had been too busy, or had too much on his
mind to think of such small, trivial things, but now, when he had been removed
from the battlefield for a while, and his worries returned, the trivialities
returned as well.

In a way, its sadness reminded him of the Guild
principal lying next to him.

Though he had seemed cheerful and naughty on the outside, Claus now knew of the
great sorrows, the all-consuming dilemmas, the unfathomable truths he had
carried inside.

"I don't really know how to express this...I
mean, this whole situation is beyond my wildest imagination. Right now, this
world's fighting for it's freedom, the Sylvana with all my friends could have
been destroyed, we may all die under Delphine's onslaught, and the thing I
worry the most for is if what I'm feeling for you is true or not?"

In a moment of spontaneous action, he reached out and
grabbed Dio's hand with his own. His skin felt like touching organic silk,
sleek and cold as the night, completely unmarred by any strain or toil.

"Dio...I don't know if you really meant what you
said and what you did...I don't know if I was supposed to take your hints
seriously or not...demo..."

He'>He twined his rough fingers with Dio's delicate ones,
feeling tears welling up in his eyes: "...I have realised I've been a
coward towards you, Dio...even though I cannot begin to understand how
something as perfect and delicate such as yourself can feel any deeper
affection for something like me, I understand, or believe, that you do..."

He sniffled, continuing in a ragged voice: "I
don't know if this is right or wrong, preposterous or acceptable, or something
meant only for the superhuman members of the Guild..."

Claus looked directly into Dio's closed eyes, taking
in the sight of his pale features: "I know Lavi, Sophia, Tatiana and Alvis
will be hurt by my decision, but I cannot go on like this. I am to go out there
and fight your kind sometime during the next few days, and I need all my
strength, all my courage and all my concentration to have a chance. So, in this
matter, I will block out my mind..."

He leant over Dio and lowered his face until their
faces were mere inches apart, and he could smell the scent of wind in his hair:
"...and listen to my heart."

The sensation that surged through Claus' body as his
lips met Dio's was indescribable.

Dio was a perfected being in every sense of the word;
his unconscious kiss was enough to make Claus' knees buckle in delight, and an
involuntary sigh of pleasure to escape his lips. He tasted sweet, and his lips
were like wet velvet on his own.

A feeling off loss and displacement settled in his
heart as he broke the kiss, looking at Dio with his gentle, sad eyes: "I
love you, Dio..."

Smiling at him, he rose from the edge of his bed,
tears rolling down his cheeks as he made his way to the door. "How am I
supposed to do this? How am I supposed to overcome the turmoil inside of me? How..."

"Immelmann..."

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