YOU ARE MY SONG

By XxXSeraph12XxX

...A SyncAriOriIon Fanfic...

How can a child remember its infant years? Arietta the Wild was once born from a noble family from the Isle of Feres. From the day she was born up to the day she was separated from her real parents, this child was able to record the events that surrounded her during such wee months. How could one single song be a key in unlocking these memories? And to top it all, how does Sync knew this? (One-sided family fluffiness with a dose of SyncXArietta side OriIonXArietta Madnezzzz xD possible AUness and OOCness? since I'm still new with this….)

"You are the song, playing so softly in my heart…"

A/N: The fanfic's timeline to the game starts right away after the events from Chorale castle and before the war from Malkuth and Kimlasca took place because of Akzeriuths's destruction.

It was faint, the song was almost inaudible for the ears to hear but somehow the little, pink-haired, child was able to perceive it. The faint-hearted juvenile was marveled from the melody like she has heard this way back then…..but when? She searched for its origin around closed doors and even through the endless halls of the Oracle Headquarters. Unconsciously, she let her 'animal instincts' to take full control of her in order to find the source of the song effectively. She kept running high and low despite being stared by the astounded soldiers. She did not care if she's totally making a fool out of herself as long as no one disrupts her. The girl still continues her search even though being slowed by her tired body.

Dist the 'Rose' was on his way to his chambers when he and the pink-haired girl clashed together. The cocky man fell on the ground and flinched from the pain the collision inflicted to him same did the girl and abruptly stood and scolded her.

"ARIETTA! You impudent girl! ~ How dare you run over this beautiful 'rose' as he significantly goes back to his resting chamber! Hmm?" The deranged 'rose' scowled while pointing at the absent-minded girl.

The child cringed from the loud voice of the boastful comrade as she wearily stood up while avoiding eye-contact. Instead of rebuking him which she usually does, she bowed to show her 'outmost 'apology and made a run for leaving Dist dumbfounded.

Despite running in through a fellow general, she still continues, her objective was still clear as day: To find the origin of the music being sung. Arietta passed down the abyssal halls and this time made sure that she won't clash onto someone else again. The song grew more audible but its lyrics starts to waver out as she heads to a room far stretched out of the lonesome hall. What's with this atmosphere… she wondered to herself. But as soon as she reaches the handle of the huge door, the melody behind them unexpectedly halted making the anxious girl froze from her place. Due to unknown reasons, she vacillate whether to open and enter the eerie door. After few minutes, she resolved by opening it, shoving the uncanny feeling inside her. Before she held onto the handles, the door shook from the inside like its being open up and starts to open revealing a dark, spiky, green haired teen making his way out of the room. The boy noticed Arietta all froze up in her place making him smirk.

"What are you up to, our little Gloomietta?"The masked boy snorted making her wince. Oh how she hated being called that.

"My name is NOOOT Gloomietta! Sync!" Arietta drawled the word 'not' to emphasize how she scornfully hated being called that and threw her doll straight to his face out of frustration.

The reflexive boy caught the doll few inches away before it almost hit his mask and stared at its weird features with a displeasure face. Yeah right…. your freaking doll just proved me wrong he ironically thought as he shook his head to her direction.

"Anyways, what are you doing blocking my way hn?" Sync threw it back to its owner and snickered after she got hit by the face. The doll gradually dropped revealing a flushed and aggravated Arietta. He unconsciously thought for once she was adorable, getting all provoked up.

"N-None of your business!" Arietta hissed at him as she picks up her doll, dusted it and buried her face on to it.

That wasn't a conclusive answer; neither did it make sense. Sync just snickered and quietly left her by herself and made his way out of the hall. Arietta heard his footsteps fading away making her sigh and relieved. She looked back for awhile to see if that fellow god-general was really gone and with confidence, she turned her head to the door.

I wonder if he's the one behind the lullaby….. She thought to herself as she grabs on to handles to push the door open. The big door did not budge at all thinking it was locked from the inside. The curious little god-general sighed heavily as she dismisses the idea and left the place empty-handed.

'I should ask him about it when I get the chance….'

"Mother, sing me that song again…...ok?" I ask the 'motherly figure' as she cradles me to sleep. Too bad, my mouth couldn't even voice out my thoughts yet, not on this premature age.

All I can do was wearily gaze on her as she embraced me wholeheartedly. Strange, why did I call her 'mother' at the first place? She's not my 'mommy'! My 'mommy' is the liger queen. No other than her! But why can't I shake the feeling that this woman is also 'mommy'… Her touch was so gentle; her smell was so sweet like the smell of fresh flowers in the morning. And as for her voice… it was so soothing that I felt my heart flutter. Too bad I couldn't see her face very well as my eyes were all shuttered fearing to be blinded by the light that surrounded us.

"Who cares…..as long as I can listen to her song…..Once more…" Arietta moans in her sleep as she hugs her doll intimately. She was bored and all-tired up waiting for her fellow comrades come to the God-Generals' briefing room for a meeting so she spent her whole time of waiting through napping.

Out of the blue, the 2 tall doors of the room flung openly and from it entered a blonde-woman together with a big, older man wielding a scythe. The blonde sat down on one of the chairs and was too busy thinking about their next step that she did not noticed Arietta napping to her heart's content. Even if she did notice her, she wouldn't bother waking her up seeing as their commandant forbade Arietta to take part with their plans because of the events from Choral Castle. As for the big man, he only gazed at the child, chuckled and sat at one of the chairs leaving the child be. A few minutes pass, the doors of the room once again opened up….dramatically…. revealing a white-haired and haughty, middle-aged man bearing a snotty and mad look as he stared at the tattered pages of his 'revenge journal'. Seems like someone has 'recently' vandalized his journal and the question is…..who cares? He stopped at his feet to catch the falling pages of his journal as it was being blown away by the doors behind him.

As always, and will always be I guess… the 2 present-minded fellow god-generals did not bother to ask why he was like that nor even acknowledged his presence which made him more aggravated than he already is. When he was about to flail like a child, the doors behind him suddenly flung open slamming him out of his senses. He flew out of the way and fell on the ground with his glasses all cracked up. The 2 other god-generals looked up to see who entered the room and to what they least surprised, it was their youngest, cunning Sync the tempest. He threw a mocking look at the mauled general.

"That's what you get from blocking the way 'Reaper' " The spiky, green-haired teen let out a faint, sly, cackle as he makes his way to the conference table.

"Boy, where's Asch?" The big man wielding a large scythe asked him while he was polishing it.

"Wasn't he supposed to be with you, keeping tabs as always?" he added.

Sync ran his hand through his dark green hair and looked away. "He was…but he got away from my sight and ran away somewhere. I don't know where he is right now" the green-haired teen scorned as he shook his head out of mortification.

"As what the commandant says, we shouldn't trust on Asch that often….."The blonde-woman stood up from her sit carefully not to disturb the former Fon master guardian who was still asleep despite the commotion with Dist. "We still don't have the slightest hint nor idea whose side he really is…" she added composedly.

"You have a point there Legretta, Let's leave Asch out of this." Largo the black lion concluded.

Sync took noticed of the sleeping pink-haired girl on the sofa and approached her while grinning but only to be stopped by Largo with his scythe. The youngest general recoiled back and looked at the 'black lion' with an annoyed face.

"The commandant does not want her to be involve into this meeting and you know why. Be grateful that you and Dist were lucky enough to escape from Van's eyes since the 3 of you were the ones behind at Chorale Castle…" Largo heaved his scythe back to his side and motioned the teen to sit beside him.

Sync's frown turned into a firm line. He was only following Asch's orders to get his trust and at the same time, keep tabs at him. If only they knew that the commandant has secretly assigned him to get the foolish replica's fonic signature, then they wouldn't have suspicions on him. He cursed silently as he reluctantly sat beside him.

The unconscious Dist suddenly revived back and hysterically pointed at Sync out of contempt. "I'm SO gonna write this on my NEW revenge journal just you wai-"The mad god-general's sentence was cut out as Legretta, Largo and of course… Sync shot death glares at him. Dist in return, cringed up and huffed out a despised grunt, took the shards of his glasses on the floor and pocketed them while kicking one of the chairs to give an opening for him to sit

At that action, Arietta gave out a weak and low whimper. The only god general inside the room that heard this was no other than Sync who was just a few yards away from her. The masked-teen unconsciously grimaced at the 'reaper's hasty actions. Why did he act that way anyway? He snatched a book that was lying on the table and dismissed the idea as he absent-mindedly rolled its pages all over again unaware that the meeting had started.

"Commandant Grants wants a war to break out between Kimlasca and Malkuth, we should do everything we must to make that happen" Legretta said coolly as she stares at the filed papers in front of the table

"But wouldn't that side with the planet's memory?" Largo asked as he shut his eyes and scratched his head out of confusion.

"Surprisingly yes, but he has another plan under his sleeves. Dist knows this very well." The 'Quick' god-general narrowed her eyes at Dist who was trying to fix his glasses.

Dist may have been preoccupied doing repairs on his glasses but in truth, he was paying attention about what his 'fellow' comrades were talking about. As he noticed all eyes fall upon him, he shoved his glasses away and sticks his nose up daringly. "That will be between me and Van!" The 'rose' let a hoarse hoot only to be infuriated by the other god-generals.

"…tch…remember where you are currently standing on Dist…" The scythe wielder murmured as he threw a mean look on the conceited 'rose'. Their 'reaper' was plotting something behind their backs, but because of Asch's indecisiveness they'll certainly run out of men if they push Dist out of their league.

The blonde god-general stared at her comrades and looked down momentarily. "Mohs' ideals seem to clash on to the commandant's, we'll all split into 2 groups. One group will side on Mohs solely for his war to come in fruition while the other will stay with the commandant and await further orders…" She looked up to see if the 2 were paying attention.

Out of nowhere, Dist surprisingly rose up from his sit and let out a satisfying snicker. "I, Dist the rose, will side at Mohs and help him with his war!" The cocky man gracefully exclaimed only to be hit by a ballistic-book on the face.

Largo and Legretta glanced at the hysterical look of the 'reaper' as it has been smacked by a thrown book and searched for its cause. Sync folded his arms as soon as he noticed his other fellow god-generals staring at him while threw a loathed stare at the noisy 'reaper'.

"Can't you keep your voice down?" The youngest god-general rises from his sit and relentlessly reprimanded Dist as he sternly glared him. Too bad they can't see his twisted expression seeing that he has his mask on.

Dist quickly reformed his flushed face and stared menacingly at Sync as he sticks his index finger at him in the air furiously. "H-How dare you threw a book at this gorgeous face?" he said as he threw a tantrum.

Sync looked away from the frantic 'reaper' and rolled his eyes. As if they can see that. "That wouldn't happen if you didn't act too high and mighty in responding".

True, Dist has gone too overboard on his self-praises. The only success he had ever attained so far was opening Luke's synchronized fon slots and got quite a lot of data on it, not that everyone knows nor care anyway. Pfff.

The 'black lion' rose up from his place and sighed. It seems he'll side with the Grand Maestro's faction and by that, he'll be able to give Dist a close eye. Legretta saw this from his eyes and calmly acknowledged it. After all, they don't want to give their commandant any further problems after what Asch did.

The white-haired 'rose' flinched away and shut his mouth. Dist hated being scolded around, especially by children. He haughtily mumbled something in his place, something about paying back, revenge journal and the like. Come to think of it, he acts like a thrashing child as he did that. After a short succumbing silence, the grumbling 'rose' left the room without looking back at his comrades. As usual, he left the room 'gracefully' despite being aggravated by their youngest ally.

"I thought he wouldn't leave…. "Sync snorted as he angled his head at the hurling doors.

Legretta sighed and dismissed the meeting for now as she gesticulate Largo to come and help her carry the filed papers out of the room. The large man left his scythe behind and embraced the papers in front of him while making sure he wouldn't wrinkle a single document. The green-haired boy dreary stared at his fellow comrades as they make their way out of the room while gripping carefully on the papers. Before he resolved to tagged along, the blonde god-general gape at the following teen and held out a hand motioning him to stop.

"Sync, you stay here. Commandant Grants will head his way here soon. He wants talk to you about something." Legretta murmured while Largo rolled his eyes to meet the teen's gaze.

Sync cringed. He felt his chest tightened. He clearly knew what the commandant wants from him. It must have something to do with what happened earlier. He hesitated for a bit, but he can never turn away from him. He didn't give a damn whether Van saved him before, after all he didn't even care whether he'll die from jumping into that volcano. He would feel more relieve if he did at least he wouldn't be stuck in this wretched life. But for some unknown reasons, there's something from the back of his empty being that kept him chained down around their leader. What could that be?

"Oh…and watch over our sleeping Arietta over there will you? After your discussion with Van, have the heart to carry her back t her room, that is of course if she's still asleep". Largo snapped at Sync.

'As if I have a heart to begin with…' The green-haired teen shot glances on the sleeping girl still cradling her doll. It's a miracle she didn't woke up throughout the afternoon meeting nor shown further distressed movements from the noise emitted by the cheeky 'reaper'.

"…as much as possible, try not to wake her up as you do so, boy" Largo added at the absent-minded boy still glancing at the slumbering girl. As soon as he said those words, he and the blonde major left the vicinity silently leaving the masked-teen alone with the girl.

"Now I'm this girl's babysitter? They must be joking…" Sync scratched the back of his head. He wanted a better assignment than this.

"…. –ing.. it… again….." the slumbering wild child mumbled in her sleep startling the composedness out of the masked-teen.

Sync turned at the direction of the pink-haired girl and moved towards her. He swore that the girl just talked on her sleep. This raised the curiosity out of him. As soon as his body was just few inches away from her, he knelt before her and inclined forward to take a glimpse of her face. Her hideous doll, or so he thought, was blocking half of her face leaving only her nestled eyelids. Isn't it just him, or did he just saw specks of contoured tears on them?

She's even crying in her sleep…. How pathetic…. Sync thought to himself scoffing at the girl. How rude can he be?

"Sing….it again…..for me….." Arietta muttered from her sleep as she shook her head away from her doll revealing her whole face. As she did, tears lying on her eyelids fell like a rushing raindrop to her rosy cheeks. Sync was baffled when her tears continue to flow out of her eyelids. Did she sense that she was being made fun of? And what's with the words she silently mumbled? Was she dreaming someone? Singing at her?

Out of his consciousness, he reached his hand towards her face and wiped away the tears from her eyelids using the back of his index finger. As he does this, the girl winced a little and let out an exasperating moan snapping Sync out of his senses and drawing quickly his hand away from her. Arietta stopped moaning and abruptly twisted her body facing the back of the sofa. Did she just smiled?

Sync looked at the hand he just used to wipe Arietta's tears when all of a sudden; an image of a familiar figure appears in front of him. Sync took off his mask and massaged his eyes thinking his eyes were deceiving him and quickly look at the 'image' in front to see if it had subsided but to his bewilderment, the illusion did not fade. It was standing in front of him and the worst part was that it was throwing warm-hearted smile at him. It can't be… it's 'him'.

This was a hellish dystopia of a nightmare for him. The dead went back to life? and to top it all, he was just standing a few meters away from the surprised mask-less teen. Sync did not know what to do when a spoonful of anger took over his instincts and tossed out a lethal scowl at the ghost and went to his assault stance. Is he going to fight his original's ghost?

"I thought you were resting peacefully in the depths of hell!" Sync glowered at the ghost in front of him. It was loud enough to startle the sleeping Arietta and emitted a groan out of displeasure and irritation. Sync didn't budge from his spot but the ghost shook its head at Arietta's direction and his sweet smile turned into a frown then turned to meet his replica's daggered eyes.

"…Seems like…you are doing well…...trash….."

The ghost said in a cryptic and weak way. His voice was distinct and genuine, the same voice Sync along the other defective replicas copied, shared and taken as their own. The undeniable fact made the teen god-general almost puke out of disgust but quickly got over it after assuring he is way different from the rest of the other replicas. Just look at the way he talks and acts. He remembered what the phantom called him a while ago… trash.

"Heh…trash? At least I'm not like you…. A Score's pawn…." Sync lowly screeched just enough for the ghost to hear.

The ghost's frown deepens as he walked towards his replica. Unlike what ghosts are believed to walk pass objects or float around, the original Ion's ghost was one of a kind. He walked normally like what a living human does and avoided any obstacles on the way. His feet were actually stepping on the ground and there were no signs that shown he was floating nor gliding in the air. The ghost stared at him bearing a gentle-smug look on its face and out of the blue, he stretched out his arm gesturing a desire to touch Sync's mask-less face.

The teen god-general leapt away and as he did he accidentally dropped his mask and bumped onto a tall, crystal-like vase making it drop instantaneously shattering into pieces. Arietta's eyes fluttered open and frantically sat down and rubbed her sleepiness away. Sync snapped at her direction and quickly covered his face while taking the opportunity to search for his mask while she's in her hazy state. Where the hell is it? He yelled in his mind.

"Are you looking for this?..." Ion's ghost whispered at the absent-minded replica's ear as he clutches the golden-beak-like mask and showcased it at his side. The ghost of his original was still there, and the worst part was that he was floating at his back, arms all wrapped around his shoulders.

"Why not show 'your' face to her and prove you are different from me..." the taunting voice echoed on Sync's mind and body making him tremble uncontrollably. His body was not listening to his orders as it just firmly stood up while holding onto his mask. He wanted to wear it badly to conceal his identity and tried his best to place it on his face but…. his body just stood there…. Cold.

Sync felt drowsy for a moment but tried to keep his awareness high…as high as he could by trying to kick the spirit out of his consciousness but in the end…

Arietta the wild successfully slapped her senses back and performed some stretching exercises to avoid getting spasms. The child went frenzied after noticing her precious doll was not on her hands and so she anxiously scanned her surroundings only to find a green-haired teen standing at the nearby window. Arietta narrowed her eyes and as she examines the absent minded god-general gazing outside of the window, she noticed something different from him.

'…. How long was he standing there? And is it me or there's something odd about him?' Arietta wondered as she noticed his beak-like mask not hanging on his face. The girl got off the couch and furtively makes her way to him.

A/N: XxXSeraph12XxX here! Hope you like the first chapter of 'You are my Song' ^^ This fanfic was inspired by an OPM song (Old Philippine Music) named 'You are my Song' sung by Martin Nieverra or by Regine Velasquez. (I suggest you people hear it out in YT ^^. I had a lot of trouble with the grammar checks and the sequencing of the events so expect slow updates for new chapters. If you see something wrong like the grammar etc, please don't hesitate to say it to me and please give reviews. Flames are accepted but please be gentle :D. What else... any questions about the plot and all? review right away xD I love reviews It keeps me going :D anyways... that's all! The next chapter will be out as soon as I'm done with the 3rd chapter :P

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