What is truth? (bastille)

[David Blaze]

Well, it was a damn good question in his book. David Blaze was standing outside a classroom he had heard Bastille would be in, leaning against the opposite wall as he looked through the window into the crowded room. Though he could only see a few people in the final row, he didnt mind, he hoped she would be in there but if not, so much the better. He wasnt exactly ready for this confession or statement of truth, but he guessed he needed it out of the way before he continued on through the life he planned to have. He needed to make things final- he hadnt seen her in a month or two, and his sudden, random chance to talk to her would bring no comfort to either of their hearts.

David was here to break anything he had off with her.

He was graduating soon. With what time he had remaining he couldnt form a valid or viable relationship with anyone, least of all a girl still in the thick of her highschool years. No. She needed someone who could always be there for her, and David just couldnt. He wanted to- but he always seemed to just disappear, or to vanish, or to find himself lacking. He wouldnt deny it- though he put on a happy go lucky exterior, he couldnt help but feel depressed. All his school years he had wanted the best for students, for them all to know the dream of a peaceful life in school and in everything they did regardless of the circumstances. He had failed, and as such knew he could be nobodies hero.

Not his friends hero, not his enemies hero, not the student body hero...not even his own hero.

He took a deep breath as the bell rang.

"Heh." A smirk came to his face as he closed his eyes, time seeming to stop as he flipped back into his memories. Her smile, her laugh, her attitude...his beating. Theyre kisses, her red face, her coming to him and cuddling him...everything.

He opened his eyes, everyone resuming theyre pace and exiting the classroom.

All his memories with her flashed before his eyes.

'Soon it will all be nothing more then a distant memory...'

[Bastille]

Bastille sat by the window. Months, since she had seen Blaze. Perhaps…like Amtrum he had just left. The sun was casting an orange red glow in the sky and Bastille closed her eyes. They appeared blue in the reflection. Red light always made her eyes look blue.

Amtrum had gone (or so she heard), and had passed his jacket onto another worthy disciple. Bastille left with nothing in ambitions wake, decided to rekindle her life. In two months, she had gone into relapse from correctional facility damages done to her body. After a week of mending she was back on her feet good as new, with a visible scar over her eye. Maybe she could be like unfettered and go for the Nazi eye patch look. With a week of self reflection over the events that transpired there, a new sword, and a new goal to find the boy who had delivered that very special sword to her…she had come back in full force to get better at training. She rejoined the Amalgam Mercenary corp., and was now head commander in her division. Aside from that her family had been mysteriously murdered leaving only her, and her biological brother alive. She was appointed Duchess of Lincolnshire for a day and then handed it down to her brother the next, becoming the Dowager duchess of Lincolnshire.

Fancy Titles and pretty dresses thrown aside. She came back home to finish her alternate life. And to find Blaze. It had been advised to her by even Gabriel Seran that their relationship continue no further. But even as all the facts and evidence told her it would be all the wiser to stick away from love and relationships…she could not pull her mind from fancying the fact she may be in his arms when she lived her normal life. She couldn’t simply shove it from her mind in the least. What was she to do…a girl like herself. A rag tag person with a horrible past and no certainty of a future. But she was drawn to him…his personality…something about him. But she believed she had it figured out. Homi had told her the one piece of advice that could help.

“the soup is ready”

Ok so its more of a dinner phrase, and she meant it literally but it was then that Bastille realized. Her heart was ready to love again, to take others into her exceptionally conceded life and make it more for others. To learn to be normal again…to live again. She had been a lifeless shell, Amtrum had only amplified that making her feel safer behind her 10 foot wall of junk. But because Blaze made her feel like she had just jumped off a building. She knew…she was going to be selfish and make him fall with her.

She gathered her books and exited the classroom and there he was. Outside her door. She turned to him without one change in emotion. Yet her eyes brightened a bit to see his face. She stood there outside the door looking at him.

“may I help you?”

[David Blaze]

David smiled a little to himself at her brightened face. It jsut had to take place on a day where she was feeling happy...not just averaeg or something, she was actually peppy. Maybe he should wait until a later date...No. He wouldnt pospone it. He was just looking for an excuse to put it off. He stepped off the wall, finally opening his strangely colored eyes to look at the girl in front of him. With a left eye blue and a right eye red, David cut a strange image with his orbs, and to this girl they held a special sympathy. He just stared with that smile, waiting as everyon walked away, leaving the two of them alone in the middle of the bloody, cracked filled hallway outside her class. Even the teacher had gone out- he knew better then to stick around two students staring at each other.

David spoke simply.

"I'm here to let you know that we must part, permanently."

No tact or taste in words. He didnt choose carefully or dance around what he wanted to say. He put it plainly. He walked forward, putting a hand on her most likely shocked cheek almost tenderly. He cupped it, looking deep into her eyes. He couldnt help his beating heart. He wore his old shirt- Black, with Blaze in letters on the top. There was a war coming soon and he wanted people to know who he was once again. He wanted to be the hero, to help, to make the place better. He couldnt help it- it seemed so redundant, so predictable of him, but it seemed burned into his blood. He couldnt leave these students to face the world alone, and he would do what he could when he could.

It was the kind of life Bastilel wanted to avoid. For that he would release her.

"It would have been a great-" He closed his eyes, smiling. "No, a beautiful life with you Bastille. But i cant be with you." He stroked her cheek once with his thumb, then walked past her, intent to leave her there in her shock, or her depression. He had to walk away- he didnt know that he could do it. Perhaps he thought his final words might put a certain degree of judgment to it, that it would end because he said the words. He himself wasnt sure in his decision- he wanted her, but she could never be with him, not with what he wanted.

He only wished....

He continued walking, his footfalls seeming like thunder, his hands returning to his pockets as his eyes fell heavily to the floor.

[Bastille]

Bastille had been shocked yes. Her crimson hues widened and her heart skipped a beat. Yet she couldn’t understand why she was so torn up. Yet her heart knew what to do, how to mend, and how to survive. Her lips pursed a bit as he passed her and she slowly turned to look at him. Her eyebrows furrowing in a sad look. Her crimson hues however looked pitiful…her lips quivered into a smile. Suddenly the shakiness was gone. She stood there with a simple smile…one that was nostalgic.

“I see then…” she said softly.

She however was suddenly gripping his shirt as her bangs covered her eyes. Her smile vanished into a frown. Had she not told him before she would be selfish…she would be unkind. She would do whatever she needed to keep him by her side. He may not need her…but she needed him. He was the one thing keeping her from being an empty shell of a person…the one and only thing. She would hold this shirt tightly her grip tensing then relaxing then tensing again. Her face however stayed covered by her hair…her frown the only thing visible away from the shadow

[David Blaze]

He continued. She made it easy for him- she almost seemed to accept his words without care. He could almost see her eyes...he wanted to look back. He almost stopped just to see her face again. But he kept walking. He didnt think he could do that- look back at her and not feel anything. David wasnt cold or absent of feelings, and he had far too many for her to count. Emily....she was gone now. He knew she felt nothing for him. Hell, she hadnt even talked to him. If he was truthful with himself he would know that he felt nothing for her either. Nothing but a love of friendship. This girl, Bastille, was different. She somehow told him everything he did was right and just yet he couldnt see it. Couldnt see the heroics. His fear and failures blinded him to what people saw as good.

He was stopped, a gentle hand gripping his shirt. He didnt fight it, instead he just stopped, not looking back and speaking simply.

"Bastille....let go."

His voice wasnt harsh or commanding, but calm, soft and nearly pleading.

He kept his closed eyes on the floor, smiling to himself once again.

'How could i have ever dreamed it would have been that easy...'

[Bastille]

She shook her head. No, she wouldn’t. she wouldn’t do it. Letting go was like letting go to humanity…letting go of herself. If people thought that she could ever regain human essentials again they would be wrong. It was a miracle she had done it this time…and only by a slim margin and a drastic turn of events all around. She doubt the events would curve that way again…ever. She couldn’t let go. Not to life, living, or her own happiness. But what of the cost? Blaze was lost and confused…and despite her telling him everything he did was ok…she was wrong. He wasn’t getting better, and he was getting more depressed…if only he could see what she did. If being with her was a hindrance….

Her hand loosened its grip, …letting go.

She stood there griping her book so hard. She could feel it, happiness that was so clear a minute ago was slipping. The other girl inside her head screamed, and cried and wept, but Bastille just stood there with a shocked look on her face.

---inside the mind---

“Bastille what are you doing! Don’t let him go…don’t…you cant…you wouldn’t…would you?!”

Long blond hair fell down the crying girls back. Her crimson eyes bored into the other who stood with her face turned away looking at the ground. Her blue eyes twitching with tears, her hands clenching into fists…her short duel colored hair hanging around the base of her face.

“I cant hold him if it’s the path he chose” she said bluntly…strongly.

“Bastille…” she said softly.

“LOOK, IVE BEEN AN ASSASSIN FOR YEARS…AN EMPTY SHELL FOR YEARS…IVE SURVIVED WITHOUT EMOTION I CAN DO IT AGAIN!”

“but did you ever feel before you where an assassin…back home, with Leon…did you ever feel before him?! The emotions that where born from Leon where stolen away…you could not help that…but you can keep them this time…after you have truly experienced emotions…can you really afford to loose them?” she said. Her argument was strong. Tears where apparent on her face. Bastille looked up rather shocked. No..She bit her lip unable to reply. The other girl smiled.

“its ok…to be selfish.”

Bastille looked up with a scared and nervous face. “what do I do?”

“you know what to do…”

----end-----

Bastilles hand rushed out and gripped his shirt. She smirked and pulled him back with a tug.

“did you honestly think…I would let go that easily?”

[David Blaze]

David sighed when she let go. He began walking again, only one step hitting the floor as his thoughts egained theyre motions. He couldnt help but feel like he was losing something he shouldnt be losing, giving up a great thing with a great person. Bastille had her shortcomings- she drank and smoed, but he could get her over that. They could live happily, just the two of them. Together. In peace. Forever. He felt like crying, but the tears wouldnt fall. He wouldnt cry, not again, not ever. He couldnt help it though. An over-whelming sadness for theyre parting seemed to take him. It was for the best. This girl seemed to need him but she was strong and could move o-

Her hand regripped his shirt. He listened as she spoke, stepping back into place.

"Well, i had hoped."

He steeled his nerves, brought his will to bear.

He turned, facing Bastille once more, taking his shirt from her grasp.

"Don't try to fight me on this Bastille- it wont help."

He tried to sound convincing, but he nearly winced after he said it.

Why?

Because as he said it...his voice wavered, showing his weakness.

[Bastille]

“im fighting David…am im risking everything…” she said with venom. Yet the smirk was still there and she took the chance to gladly let go of his shirt and pull her hand from his grasp out through the thumb then regrasp his wrist. Her smirk only widened.

“my life is in you, without you I loose humanity. Might sound like an exaggeration but I assure you its not…so with my life on the balance…I utterly refuse to let you walk away!” she said with no sign of wavering. She had made up her mind…it was his choice now. Leave and have a murderous fan girl forever following two steps behind, or take the leap and stay with her forever, both happy…both working through problems together.

[David Blaze]

His eyebrows drew down, not in anger, but in shock, his mouth suddenly parting just slightly. What she said was a very strong and bold statement...it was like saying she was in love with him. Hell, what was he suppose to answer that with? He closed his eyes, the grin returning to his face as he stood in front of her. It felt like a breeze was passing through those silent halls, a cool touch on the back of his neck. He didnt say anything for a long while, finally opening his eyes as he stared deep into her soul.

"Bastille, i plan on returning to the life i once had. I'll be fighting, i'll be busy, i'll be in the spotlight." He reached out, gently taking his wrist from her grasp. "You said yourself- thats not the life you want. If you are with me, then thats the kind of life you'll have." He shrugged. "And to be honest, i dont want you to be in the danger that my positions will bring. You deserve better." He would just stare at her and wait, wondering what she would say. Her position was strong- she had already shaken the resolve he had only moments before. If she went for the killing stroke...His mind drifted back, way back, to his time almost a year or two ago, when he was at Public High School 809. The girl there, her soft brown hair, he piercing eyes...

Could he do that again?

He felt strange, lightheaded yet strong minded at the same time.

What the hell did he come here in person for?

He should have just called her or...wrote her a letter.

[Bastille]

“Like I said before, im not letting go…I don’t care about being thrust into the spot light if it means that chance to be with you.”

GOD WHAT AM I SAYING?! Bastille almost shuddered at the thought of how boldly her emotions threw words out of her mouth. And wasn’t that just the cherry on top the cheesy cheese cake. Her eyes closed as she continued to grip his shirt tightly afraid he might break a run for it. The other girl inside jumped giddily as if some romantic comedy was taking place. Maybe this would turn to be a comedy and less of a tragedy…the thing that scared Bastille most was that she wasn’t afraid.

“Beside…don’t take me for a dumb sap…I can handle myself…” She said with a smirk. He would have to put up with her habits and mischief’s too..

[David Blaze]

He was losing his grip. She made it sound so simple, that everything would just fall into place. But it didnt for him- it never did. There was always a wall, always something blocking the path he felt laid out before him. He wanted to scream, wanted to tell her she didnt know anything and to leave him the fuck alone. But he couldnt. He just stood there, smiling lightly, looking dumb in his opinion. He felt her hand gripping his shirt, so he allowed the smile to slip from his face as he lowered his eyes to the hand. Soft, neatly kept. Gripping him with a vengeance. he could pry it loose if he wanted to- he could run away and not look back. But to him, that was the worst part of this chapter in his life...

He didnt want to run away from her.

Girls who showed thier true feelings to him were always pushed away by him, his wall of garbage past and present consistintly making it impossible for him to get close. But he felt rooted, like the ground was coming from and wrapping around his ankles. He couldnt help it, he wanted to be with her, and though he had come here to make sure that didnt happen he could tell that it just wouldnt be. He looked back up into her eyes and felt his mask falter, felt the fear and apprehension show on his face. david was generally a mask, a constant show of strength, and to have someone put themselves so verbally and physically into his paht, barring him from ignoring or repressing his inner self- well, it scared him.

He had so much to do, so many people to talk to and grow with, to protect and serve...how could he make time for the one person who always seemed consistant with this feeling for him?

He could do it...he would have to. There was no possible way he was going to just walk away now- she stated she wouldnt let that happen, and short of fighting her he saw no way of avoiding this confrontation of emotion. The phrase seemed strange to him, almost selfish.

But then again, why shouldnt it be? He had served nearly all his life, always put himself at the noose while letting others be the happy little spectators. He didnt mind putting himself out there, but it wasnt a sin to allow himself the simple pleasures of a beautiful, caring girlfriend.

He smacked her hand off his shirt, hitting it at the suden moment he felt it relax.

He walked forward, his right hand coming behind her neck as his left hand caught her right one, holding it down low as he pressed his lips to hers, giving her a deep kiss. He felt the sudden explosion of feelings and emotion, one not even his stark, empty facade could block from shining through. His heart felt like it was beating wildly.

"Alright Bastille. Alright..." He said it gently as he pulled away, staring deep into her captivating gaze. He smiled as he softly kissed her lips, smiling after.

"But you remeber- you got yourself into this."

[Bastille]

“uh…” Her eyes widened and a blush hardened across her face. She gulped a bit before relaxing into his grip. At first she didn’t know what to feel. She had kissed him before… but not like this. Not to kiss him, not for the simple reason to just feel it. Her eyes brightened to a weird shade of pink and her heart skipped a beat.

Damn…being a girl, feeling this way. Ok so let her just think horribly of it for a second. Leon Viet Discounts. Four years her senior, handsome, kind and gentle…he knew how to quell her. It seemed like it was always the girls hopless path to fall into love. She had hated that because when it had happened to her it had really happened…her challenge in life was to learn to love not people…but someone and let them be close to her. She wanted to cry because….she never knew she could feel this happy again, let alone this boistress. She was confused as hell. Confused….confused, happy…confused…happy…WHAT THE FUCK?!

Bastille was dizzy. Her mind coulnt even register to kiss back..she was just..there.

[David Blaze]

David almost laughed at the expression on her face.

"Bastille....Bastille!" He kissed her again. "Don't make me keep kissing you, kuz i will until you kiss me back!" He kissed her cheek, then her neck, her skin soft and intoxicating. It was a strange sensation, almost alien- he had never done this willingly, or with such tenacity as he did right then. It was almost like he was...in love? He could barely contain the bursting speed in his chest and the strange, tingling senstion covering his body. He had never felt this way before, even with Emily that time at his house. he would be happy with just her by his side. He grinned. Maybe he could jerk her out of it.

"Alright then...well, if your not going to talk to me then i guess ill just leave!"

He turned, and smiling to himself, began to walk away.

[Bastille]

“gah..uh…eh…umm..eee…WHAT?!” she yelled.

Her blush covered her face and she bit her lip looking at him.

“ONE MINUTE YOUR..youre all woopie this isn’t working, my own life and then what?! You come out like this with passiona nd a kissing onslaught..so sue me if im im im a little out of my mind here. I mean…this is NOT my area of expertise.”

Here we go again with the babbeling and the rumbling and this scurry of the mind. It was kind of euphoric in a way. Yet she couldn’t help how excited and giddy she felt, how out of herself. It was downright terrifying and yet not at the same time. She was about to pass out…she was used to simply passion but not the giddiness that was love. She was used to lust, lust she could handle but love…oohhh they where different. Different indeed.

“im confused” she whined…for the first time in almost 15 years…she whined.

[David Blaze]

David stopped, laughing heartily as he placed his hands behind his head.

"Yeah, i wanted my own life. See, only thing i didnt factor into it was that you'd suddenly come right out and give a 'your gonna be with me, i dont care if your in the spotlight no matter what lets be together' Speech. Since i didnt expect it, i didnt factor it into my resolve- therefore, my will to just move on and let you go wasnt as strong as it should have been." He turned back toward her, flashing her a silly grin. "I guess i just didnt think you'd get so mushy!" He laughed again, knowing this would make her clush further, as well as piss her off- which he intended. He wanted to mess with her a little- it was good for a relationship. He got a serious face, so serious in fact that it was obviously a joke.

"Now Bastille, your gonna be my girlfriend, okay? No ifs ands or buts about it!"

He made it sound like he was the one making her do it, instead of the other way around. In truth he wasnt being forced to do anything- he willingly accepted it. Hearing such words as "Girlfriend" come from his mouth as a title was totally new to him- he had never, in the whole of his existance, had a girlfriend. It was sad, really. He was good looking, even handsome. He had a very nice body and a great personality- so why never have a girlfriend. Previously it had been to protect himself and her, and also because he never truly felt that way for anyone. He wouldnt allow himself to. It just wasnt in him. Now, nearing graduation, he guessed he finally felt that he could put himself there, and let a girl have a part of his heart.

He continued chuckling to himself, eyes closed, waiting for his new female counterpart to launch into a tirade he knew was probably forthcoming.