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Parting The Veil

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Halloween Night

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"C'mon, baby… Let me see," Ike coaxed, standing outside the bathroom door. "You couldn't wait to show me last night."

The door knob rattled and opened, revealing Pit dressed in a small, French maid outfit, the small skirt revealing every inch of the Angel's legs. "Do you like it?" he asked, with a small blush while tugging on the skirt.

The mercenary was at a loss for words, though his arousal spoke for itself. "Adorable! Y-you look adorable!"

"Glad I can still take your breath away," the youth whispered, taking in his lover's prim posture and dark coat. He wrapped his arms around the larger man's neck and gave him and thankful kiss. "You look rather noble."

"Pssh, I'm a waiter. Don't get much less noble than that," the bluenette laughed, holding his youth close. "But at least we match."

"I prefer commander and tactician, but this will do," Pit teased.

Ike nuzzled him, trying not to think too hard about his Angel's preference. "Shall we catch up with the others?"

"Of course," the brunette said with a nod, smoothing out his small skirt as he stood. He fixed his stockings and smiled.

"You look adorable in black," the mercenary cooed before leading his lover out the door.

Pit chuckled. "You always say that."

***

"Hey, Marth… er, Roy," Ike greeted the Altean Prince, who had spray-painted his hair red and spiked it beyond recognition.

"Nice," Pit said, taking in Marth's appearance.

"I know. I'm hideous. All I need is body odor, and everyone would think I'm Roy… Glad to see you're feeling more like yourself, Pit. Are you having a happy Halloween?"

The youth gave Ike an affectionate look before replying, "The day has gone by much too fast."

The mercenary beamed. "I'm so glad to hear that! No more nightmares?"

"None. Last night was incredible."

"That's wonderful, Pit," Marth smiled.

Ike looked around. "Uh… where the fuck is Roy? We're going to be late," the mercenary growled. "He promised to take Pit trick-or-treating."

"I'm heeree~!" a rather girly voice announced. The now regal, red-hair-painted-bluenette pranced out of the bathroom. "Sorry, I'm late, but I just don't feel presentable without spending at least an hour on my hair! Not to mention painting my nails and fixing my lip gloss. It keeps smearing!"

Marth glared at his lover. "Well, all I had to do was grab a shirt off the floor, since I never do laundry anyways. Hygene is nothing compared to all the tooth-rotting candy I'm going to eat, because I'm Roy, and I can barely pronounce gingivitis, much less think about its consequences."

Roy glared back. "Oh, Roy! You can't eat candy! That would be fun, and you know how I feel about fun! I, Prince Marth of Altea, hereby ban fun on the grounds that it makes me less boring, and I just love to be boring!"

Pit looked up at Ike. "Letting them dress up as each other was a horrible idea. Why did they do it?"

Ike smiled and shrugged, leading Pit away from the banter. "I think Link dared them to do it. He was right about it being hilarious… I just feel bad because we won't be able to get them out of the mansion at this rate."

The Angel turned back to the bickering couple. "Roy?" he called to Marth. "What about all the tooth-rotting goodness that you promised me? We have to get going now before my lover beats you up."

Marth hurried over to the brunette, a broad grin on his face. "Sure, Pit! I'll go with you, because Marth hates everything fun. He can just stay here and hand out candy to the trick-or-treaters." The Prince hurried out the door before his lover could reply.

"W-wait for me!" Roy whined, dashing off after his imitation.

Pit smiled. "Ready to go."

"That was very wise, my little tactician," Ike praised before he could stop himself. The phrase felt so natural, given the situation, but he was saying it to the wrong person. The Angel looked up at him with a soft smile and warm eyes; there wasn't a hint of confusion. The expression was so familiar, that it gave the bluenette chills.

"Anything for you, Ike."

***

"I almost feel story for your friend, Marth," Pit began, trying to strike up a conversation, now that the two of them were alone at the end of the night. "He's going to have a lot of explaining to do to anyone who was tricked by his evil clone."

The mercenary hummed in reply as he closed the door to their bedroom behind them. He kept his eyes on Pit, or rather the person pretending to be Pit. The Angel sat on the bed, crossing his legs to hide what his miniskirt was unable to. "Seems now that it's your turn to be quiet," the imposter noted gently.

Ike yanked off his costume's jacket while taking a shaky breath. "How are you here?... How did you get here?"

The brunette chuckled. "I followed you."

"No, love. You know what I mean…" His eyes glazed over with tears. "How are you here when I buried you in the Great Desert?"

Pit's eyes widened. "How long have you known it was me?"

The bluenette shrugged and raised an arm to dry his eyes. "A while now… I started suspecting it sometime this morning, but I knew for sure when we went trick-or-treating… It… it's really you?"

The Angel nodded. "I'm here, Ike."

The mercenary held back a sob as he rushed forward and gathered his lover in his arms. "Soren! By the Goddess, I thought I'd lost you!"

The cherub chuckled. "No. I would never leave you, so long as you need me. I'm here for you."

Ike nuzzled the youth while holding him close. "What's… heaven like for you?"

"I wouldn't know… I've never been."

"What?!"

"Relax," the Angel said with a smile, seeing the horrified expression on the larger man's face. "I haven't been to hell either… I just… never left you."

"But… when you died--"

"You told me that I couldn't leave you. That if I died, you wouldn't know how to get out of the Desert."

"Soren," I just said that so you would hang in there. I wanted you to fight and stay alive."

The brunette dried his eyes and smiled. "That was smart. Use my greatest weakness against me. I tried, Ike, but the sword severed so much. I was pumping blood straight into my lung. There was no way I would have lasted for three days… When I died, I clung to you, terrified to leave you alone. It was my job to guide you, and I wasn't going to let my death stand in the way of getting you out of that desert."

The bluenette stroked his lover's hair as he thought back to his last month spent in Tellius. "I made it through the desert… Just off of hunches. I couldn't read your map, so I just went to where my gut told me to go… but it wasn't my gut I was listening to, was it?... It was you trying to protect me."

Pit nodded. "It took all of my energy. Once you were out, I lost my ability to influence your thoughts and dreams… I was so scared of just fading into nothingness that… I clung to you and lay dormant for… weeks… Eventually, I lost my remaining strength and I fell from you, landing on the other side of the Veil… I thought I would never see you again."

Ike hushed the Angel as the tears in his eyes. "Shhh, baby. I'm here, Sweet Soren. It's okay."

"I got my strength back… Something about this time of the year made me strong enough to take this body to be with you," he paused as he saw the concern on the bluenette's face. "I chose Pit for two reasons. The first being, because he is an Angel, his soul is strong enough to return to his body once my time is through. Had I picked , say, Marth to shadow, then his soul would be trapped on the other side of the Veil… possibly for good."

Ike nodded. So, Pit's okay… I knew you wouldn't hurt him, Soren. "And the second reason?"

"Because I knew you would have no qualms about making love to this body," Soren stated, matter-of-factly.

Ike laughed out loud. "Brilliant as always, my little tactician."

The Angel grinned, straddling the mercenary's lap. "Shall we put my second theory to the test?"

"Hmm… I don't know. This outfit just looks so cute on you. Maybe we shoul--"

Ike was silenced with a passionate kiss.

~~~

I… I feel so light… but I know I'm not flying… What's going on? Pit wondered, looking around. He could see the mansion, but it looked far away, almost like a painting. Shadows rushed past him as the thin curtain reappeared between the cherub and the mansion. I'm on the wrong side!

Pit rushed forward, pushing against the ever increasing flow of shadows. Even as phantoms crashed into him, the young Angel maintained his footing. There's no way I'm going to be over here when this curtain closes.

The flow lessened as the veil began to solidify; shadows continued to trickle in through the ten foot gap between the two halves of the veil. With the heavy traffic gone, the Angel was able to rush over to the side of the living. Oh, thank Goddess! Pit sighed, nearly collapsing. A hand caught him.

Careful.

The brunette looked up with wide eyes at the face of the phantom who had been haunting him. He was pale, yet youthful with wide crimson eyes that didn't hold a hint of malice, only gratitude. His hair was long, black and fell around his face. He wore dark robes that looked to be of medieval origin.

No longer terrified now that he had seen the face of his enemy, the cherub glared. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO IKE?!

Nothing, I assure you. I care for him as strongly as you, and I would never hurt him… I just wanted him to know that I was okay… Your body is ready for you to return to it.

Stunned by the phantom's civil demeanor, Pit relaxed. Who… Who were you again?

Soren. I'm sorry I terrified you, but I'm new to the process of shadowing.

You're actually not as scary as I thought you were.

Good to know; now, if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way. Soren turned and continued to walk towards the Veil, his figure becoming less solid the closer he got.

Good bye! Pit called, waving shyly.

The shadow turned, his crimson eyes blurred as the Veil closed between them. He called to the Angel, See you next year.

(The End)

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Parting The Veil

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Halloween Night

***

"C'mon, baby… Let me see," Ike coaxed, standing outside the bathroom door. "You couldn't wait to show me last night."

The door knob rattled and opened, revealing Pit dressed in a small, French maid outfit, the small skirt revealing every inch of the Angel's legs. "Do you like it?" he asked, with a small blush while tugging on the skirt.

The mercenary was at a loss for words, though his arousal spoke for itself. "Adorable! Y-you look adorable!"

"Glad I can still take your breath away," the youth whispered, taking in his lover's prim posture and dark coat. He wrapped his arms around the larger man's neck and gave him and thankful kiss. "You look rather noble."

"Pssh, I'm a waiter. Don't get much less noble than that," the bluenette laughed, holding his youth close. "But at least we match."

"I prefer commander and tactician, but this will do," Pit teased.

Ike nuzzled him, trying not to think too hard about his Angel's preference. "Shall we catch up with the others?"

"Of course," the brunette said with a nod, smoothing out his small skirt as he stood. He fixed his stockings and smiled.

"You look adorable in black," the mercenary cooed before leading his lover out the door.

Pit chuckled. "You always say that."

***

"Hey, Marth… er, Roy," Ike greeted the Altean Prince, who had spray-painted his hair red and spiked it beyond recognition.

"Nice," Pit said, taking in Marth's appearance.

"I know. I'm hideous. All I need is body odor, and everyone would think I'm Roy… Glad to see you're feeling more like yourself, Pit. Are you having a happy Halloween?"

The youth gave Ike an affectionate look before replying, "The day has gone by much too fast."

The mercenary beamed. "I'm so glad to hear that! No more nightmares?"

"None. Last night was incredible."

"That's wonderful, Pit," Marth smiled.

Ike looked around. "Uh… where the fuck is Roy? We're going to be late," the mercenary growled. "He promised to take Pit trick-or-treating."

"I'm heeree~!" a rather girly voice announced. The now regal, red-hair-painted-bluenette pranced out of the bathroom. "Sorry, I'm late, but I just don't feel presentable without spending at least an hour on my hair! Not to mention painting my nails and fixing my lip gloss. It keeps smearing!"

Marth glared at his lover. "Well, all I had to do was grab a shirt off the floor, since I never do laundry anyways. Hygene is nothing compared to all the tooth-rotting candy I'm going to eat, because I'm Roy, and I can barely pronounce gingivitis, much less think about its consequences."

Roy glared back. "Oh, Roy! You can't eat candy! That would be fun, and you know how I feel about fun! I, Prince Marth of Altea, hereby ban fun on the grounds that it makes me less boring, and I just love to be boring!"

Pit looked up at Ike. "Letting them dress up as each other was a horrible idea. Why did they do it?"

Ike smiled and shrugged, leading Pit away from the banter. "I think Link dared them to do it. He was right about it being hilarious… I just feel bad because we won't be able to get them out of the mansion at this rate."

The Angel turned back to the bickering couple. "Roy?" he called to Marth. "What about all the tooth-rotting goodness that you promised me? We have to get going now before my lover beats you up."

Marth hurried over to the brunette, a broad grin on his face. "Sure, Pit! I'll go with you, because Marth hates everything fun. He can just stay here and hand out candy to the trick-or-treaters." The Prince hurried out the door before his lover could reply.

"W-wait for me!" Roy whined, dashing off after his imitation.

Pit smiled. "Ready to go."

"That was very wise, my little tactician," Ike praised before he could stop himself. The phrase felt so natural, given the situation, but he was saying it to the wrong person. The Angel looked up at him with a soft smile and warm eyes; there wasn't a hint of confusion. The expression was so familiar, that it gave the bluenette chills.

"Anything for you, Ike."

***

"I almost feel story for your friend, Marth," Pit began, trying to strike up a conversation, now that the two of them were alone at the end of the night. "He's going to have a lot of explaining to do to anyone who was tricked by his evil clone."

The mercenary hummed in reply as he closed the door to their bedroom behind them. He kept his eyes on Pit, or rather the person pretending to be Pit. The Angel sat on the bed, crossing his legs to hide what his miniskirt was unable to. "Seems now that it's your turn to be quiet," the imposter noted gently.

Ike yanked off his costume's jacket while taking a shaky breath. "How are you here?... How did you get here?"

The brunette chuckled. "I followed you."

"No, love. You know what I mean…" His eyes glazed over with tears. "How are you here when I buried you in the Great Desert?"

Pit's eyes widened. "How long have you known it was me?"

The bluenette shrugged and raised an arm to dry his eyes. "A while now… I started suspecting it sometime this morning, but I knew for sure when we went trick-or-treating… It… it's really you?"

The Angel nodded. "I'm here, Ike."

The mercenary held back a sob as he rushed forward and gathered his lover in his arms. "Soren! By the Goddess, I thought I'd lost you!"

The cherub chuckled. "No. I would never leave you, so long as you need me. I'm here for you."

Ike nuzzled the youth while holding him close. "What's… heaven like for you?"

"I wouldn't know… I've never been."

"What?!"

"Relax," the Angel said with a smile, seeing the horrified expression on the larger man's face. "I haven't been to hell either… I just… never left you."

"But… when you died--"

"You told me that I couldn't leave you. That if I died, you wouldn't know how to get out of the Desert."

"Soren," I just said that so you would hang in there. I wanted you to fight and stay alive."

The brunette dried his eyes and smiled. "That was smart. Use my greatest weakness against me. I tried, Ike, but the sword severed so much. I was pumping blood straight into my lung. There was no way I would have lasted for three days… When I died, I clung to you, terrified to leave you alone. It was my job to guide you, and I wasn't going to let my death stand in the way of getting you out of that desert."

The bluenette stroked his lover's hair as he thought back to his last month spent in Tellius. "I made it through the desert… Just off of hunches. I couldn't read your map, so I just went to where my gut told me to go… but it wasn't my gut I was listening to, was it?... It was you trying to protect me."

Pit nodded. "It took all of my energy. Once you were out, I lost my ability to influence your thoughts and dreams… I was so scared of just fading into nothingness that… I clung to you and lay dormant for… weeks… Eventually, I lost my remaining strength and I fell from you, landing on the other side of the Veil… I thought I would never see you again."

Ike hushed the Angel as the tears in his eyes. "Shhh, baby. I'm here, Sweet Soren. It's okay."

"I got my strength back… Something about this time of the year made me strong enough to take this body to be with you," he paused as he saw the concern on the bluenette's face. "I chose Pit for two reasons. The first being, because he is an Angel, his soul is strong enough to return to his body once my time is through. Had I picked , say, Marth to shadow, then his soul would be trapped on the other side of the Veil… possibly for good."

Ike nodded. So, Pit's okay… I knew you wouldn't hurt him, Soren. "And the second reason?"

"Because I knew you would have no qualms about making love to this body," Soren stated, matter-of-factly.

Ike laughed out loud. "Brilliant as always, my little tactician."

The Angel grinned, straddling the mercenary's lap. "Shall we put my second theory to the test?"

"Hmm… I don't know. This outfit just looks so cute on you. Maybe we shoul--"

Ike was silenced with a passionate kiss.

~~~

I… I feel so light… but I know I'm not flying… What's going on? Pit wondered, looking around. He could see the mansion, but it looked far away, almost like a painting. Shadows rushed past him as the thin curtain reappeared between the cherub and the mansion. I'm on the wrong side!

Pit rushed forward, pushing against the ever increasing flow of shadows. Even as phantoms crashed into him, the young Angel maintained his footing. There's no way I'm going to be over here when this curtain closes.

The flow lessened as the veil began to solidify; shadows continued to trickle in through the ten foot gap between the two halves of the veil. With the heavy traffic gone, the Angel was able to rush over to the side of the living. Oh, thank Goddess! Pit sighed, nearly collapsing. A hand caught him.

Careful.

The brunette looked up with wide eyes at the face of the phantom who had been haunting him. He was pale, yet youthful with wide crimson eyes that didn't hold a hint of malice, only gratitude. His hair was long, black and fell around his face. He wore dark robes that looked to be of medieval origin.

No longer terrified now that he had seen the face of his enemy, the cherub glared. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO IKE?!

Nothing, I assure you. I care for him as strongly as you, and I would never hurt him… I just wanted him to know that I was okay… Your body is ready for you to return to it.

Stunned by the phantom's civil demeanor, Pit relaxed. Who… Who were you again?

Soren. I'm sorry I terrified you, but I'm new to the process of shadowing.

You're actually not as scary as I thought you were.

Good to know; now, if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way. Soren turned and continued to walk towards the Veil, his figure becoming less solid the closer he got.

Good bye! Pit called, waving shyly.

The shadow turned, his crimson eyes blurred as the Veil closed between them. He called to the Angel, See you next year.

(The End)