AN: Hey guys i am back with my latest stories. Let me first say thanks to the greatest Beta reader ever. All the good reviews recieved truly belong to my beta reader alone. This is also a complete story, but i will post it in smaller chapters as i become more and more satisfied with the editing process. Consider this a Prologue.
As always, please Read and Review, all comments welcome.
They say that two minds are greater than one, but what's truly magical is when two minds act as one. When the devotion and love felt between two is so strong it cannot be contained in words nor expressed as emotions since they fall short of displaying the right feelings. It's when two people stop compromising with one another and start supporting each other, because when two people compromise, no one gets what they really want. The magic happens when every breathe you take and word you speak have your beloved's name forever attached to it.
That just begins to describe how a pink haired princess feels about a certain young man. Robbed of their youths, their right to be called teenagers or adolescents was lost as a casualty of war.
Piercing blue eyes glimpsed down upon the face of a sleeping fighter. Eyes that would never tell you stories of her pain, stories of her loss, nor stories of her sorrow. No, these eyes only gave hope to all blessed enough to look upon them. It was in these deep blue eyes and only in these eyes that true innocence and purity could still be found in a world of warmongerers. These were eyes meant for Kira.
He only stirred in his sleep, almost aware azure orbs watching protectively over him. His arms were laced around her neck, allowing their foreheads to touch and leaving their noses just out of reach. Kira fidgeted in his sleep, accidentally brushing down a lone strand of her nightgown off of her shoulder leaving it bare. The darkness in the room was powerless to the light that emanated from her skin. To this she wrinkled her nose, just grazing upon him, the beginning of a smile on both their faces.
The only company they had was the emptiness of the room. Despite living here for over a year Kira had yet to settle in like he had in his old home. His shelves and desk would have gone hungry had Lacus not filled them with pictures full of smiling faces, Kira's included. In the center of it all within the confines of a heart shaped frame, was a memory of the two sharing a kiss just a week back, forgetting they were always under the watchful eyes of their children.
Had the princess had things her way, the room would have been bathed in pink, but even Kira had his limits. It twisted in both pink and blue adding a flow of harmony to the room, more importantly adding comfort. With her help Kira would adjust, he would begin to trust the peace that remained as not just another fleeting moment in his life. Yes Lacus would continue to help Kira, never asking for anything in return, never complaining about the work involved, never showing frustration where most would, and never telling him that….
She wanted to wake him up, to tell him she loved him, to plead that he would hold her even tighter, to just hear his voice, but she couldn't. Nights like this were not so common anymore, where he could sleep peacefully. Kira's suffering continued and his pain almost seemed to deepen with each passing week. Lacus knew, however, that her presence eased his troubled mind and lessoned the pain. It scared her that this wasn't even the full depth of the torture his memories enslaved him to.
The smile on his lips too irresistible, she leaned in and placed the softest of kisses upon them, only to feel him kiss back. Alarmed her eyes grew wide with concern. Had she woken him up? Had she ruined one of his rare nights of uninterrupted sleep?
The smile remained on his face as he continued to sleep snuggled up next to Lacus. No, it was just that even in his sleep all he wanted was to kiss and love on her. This time his dream was made more than just a dream.
Once assured he wouldn't wake, she ran her hands through his chestnut brown hair, its effect soothing for both. She had everything she could ever want out of life. A house by the sea filled with laughter and children. Privacy from prying eyes and spies. And the love from the only man she cared whether or not loved her. Then why did a tear trickle its way down her cheek and reinforce a damp spot on her pillow? Why, once again, was she unable to fall asleep?
The next portion should be up soon. Hope you guys enjoyed this little teaser.