Code Lyoko Porn Story: The Meadow – Chapter 1
The Meadow : Oneshot
Odd leaves for a war, leaving Aelita behind.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Code Lyoko or the characters Aelita and Odd.
They stood silently in the meadow, hand in hand. She looked at him with tear-stained eyes and he – a look of guilt. The wind blew causing the flowers to wave around in the sun, her dress flowing as well.
“Does it have to be this way…” She said, though not a question.
The tears slowly ran down her cheek and eventually dropped onto the field. The boy would not cry, oh no, no matter how much pain and despair he was feeling. He looked into her eyes and he could see her pain, the pain he was causing her. He looked into those red, puffy eyes only to see the reflection of himself.
Yes, she loved him.
He loved her.
He held her hands firmly and lowered his head, causing her sobs to grow louder. She was aching inside.
Her tears, her sobs, choking her. She wriggled her hands out of his and turned away as she dare not look at him.
“Go.” She said, still crying loud.
He looked up at her, inflicted by her words, he did not speak.
Her hands tightened as she tried to stop herself from releasing her feelings.
“Go!” She yelled. “Go now!”
He reached out his hand to give her one last embrace, but hesitated and walked away.
Her heart pounded harder each time she heard the flowers rustle and crack underneath his feet. He was going away, and her attempts to stifle her tears proved futile. When she could no longer hear his presence, she broke down and fell onto the ground. Each sob louder than the last, she held her chest afraid that her heart would burst.
“Go…” She repeated.
The flowers sparkled in the sun, they were wet with her tears.
I love you…
Each day passed slowly, but to them both it was like an eternity. Everyday she grew more worried than the last, everyday she would come back to that spot in the field. She would kneel down and embrace the warmth that the sun provided her. Though the field was colorful, everyday felt nothing more than black and white.
Oh, she missed him, as he did her.
She hoped that one day he would come back safely and give her a kiss.
She would stay in that field ’till night, hoping she would see his face, hoping she would see his figure slowly coming towards her.
Her friends and family grew worried, they worried for her health and that she would not grow gravely ill.
But all she did was sit there, watching the sun.
He was the world to her, but he had to do what he had to do.
2 years had passed from that day.
She came early today, for news that the war had ended in a treaty.
She watched the distance, with an expressionless face.
No sign of him however, and the sun was setting.
She sat down and watched the sky turn from a light blue to a orange-ish pink.
And there came a shadow, walking slowly.
She stood up, but remained still, and her breath became heavy.
He came slowly, strolling down the hill that lay underneath the sunset.
As he came down, he stopped, and looked up. He had one hand behind his back and the other in his pocket.
His face was soiled, with a few bruises and a scratch on his forehead. His clothes, were covered in mud and dirt.
She looked at him now, tears forming in the corner of her eyes as she took a few steps forward.
He gave a soft smile, and now held out his other hand which he had behind his back, he had been holding a rose.
It was pink like her, and it held no thorns. The flower was a vibrant pink and it definitely was an eye-catching color. Some petals had been laced at the bottom with a few colors of yellow as well.
Unable to control herself she burst out and ran straight towards him.
She embraced him and buried her face in his shoulder. He closed his eyes and smiled, and wrapped his arms around her.
“Oh, how I missed you…” She said, still crying into his shoulder.
He hugged her tightly. “And I, you.”