Title: With Older Statues
Day/Theme: March 28th - real faith, my dear, is just a dream
Series: Tales of Symphonia
Character/Pairing: Yuan, Kratos - hints at Yuan/Martel and Kratos/Anna
Rating: PG-13
Note: I.... do not really like this. I pulled this out of my butt to make up for the other bunny that went in a different direction. Oh well. :|


Yuan stared at the unfeeling eyes of a statue of Martel, her face almost frozen in a blithe smile. Yuan was almost surprised of the accuracy of the statue - Mithos usually didn't like constant reminders of his sister's visage - but it was nearly a spitting image of her, tucked away in a little no-name chapel in Sylvarant.

"Yuan."

Yuan turned away from the statue, only to find Kratos behind him. He sighed a little, before turning back to the statue. "What do you want, Kratos? I'm not supposed to remain in contact with you while you're "missing," remember?"

Kratos said nothing, but stepped beside him. "I figured I would find you here."

"Huh?" Yuan responded, confused.

"It looks just like her."

Yuan paused, knowing Kratos had caught him on this regard. He must've known of this statue for a while. "...It does."

"This must be one of the old statues - before Mithos destroyed most of them," Kratos said, keeping his eyes on it.

"I guess," Yuan said, not exactly fond of Kratos continuing to talk of the statue. "Look, what are you doing here? Don't you have a wife or something now? I'm sure she's worried."

Kratos' lips twitched, which Yuan long knew meant he had amused him. Which was yet another annoyance.

"It must be awkward."

"Huh? You're not making any sense, Kratos-"

"Thousands, perhaps millions at this point, pray to her every day. And yet you're trying to find her rest."

Yuan stopped. It had been strange. After these thousands and thousands of years, watching people pray to his dead lover had always been weird. He didn't quite understand what Kratos was trying to get at though. "So? I've had to deal with that for long enough to not care anymore. Why do you?"

"....Having Anna has put things into perspective," Kratos said.

Yuan sighed. "Well, great for you. I'm glad to know."

Kratos let out a slight sigh, turning around to leave. "You should take that statue, Yuan."

"Huh? And get rocks thrown at me by the priests? No thanks."

"Mithos will find it eventually. You should take it before it's destroyed."

Yuan stopped again, turning to look at the blithe statue. It really did look like her, down to how her hair curled at the ends, and how her smile looked when she was happy. As strange as it was, he did want to take it. "...So, you came all this way just to tell me to yoink a statue?"

"Yes."

Yuan had to laugh a little. "....You're just as crazy as Mithos, do you know that?" he said.

Kratos did something he rarely did next - he smiled. "Perhaps. Living a little for the first time in four thousand years seems to have a strange effect on a person."

Yuan sighed, shaking his head as the other left. He looked at the statue again, smiling at it. "Well, I guess they wouldn't mind too much..."