Title: Un-Said or A String of Pearls
Fandom: Star Ocean 2
Characters: Dias, Claude
Rating: G
Warnings: None. Gen all the way, baby.
Disclaimer: If I owned SO2, there'd be a fully rendered CG remake. Quite possibly containing manpr0n. Alas, it's not mine.
Notes: Again, this piece was not intended to be part of the Un-Series. It's posted as entirely separate on my lj, but I'm throwing it in here, because I'm lazy like that.


A String of Pearls


He listens as Claude's voice paints pictures of worlds found only in dreams, of things too simple to be banal, and too complicated to be meaningful, of a past that is really a future. He listens, and wonders, but doesn't ask, lest Claude stop talking.

Once, just once, he asks Claude what has been clawing at him, asks him why. "Why are you telling me this?"

Why do you trust me with this part of you?

Claude blinks and smiles, slow and warm. "Because you're here. With me."

Somewhere in his heart, he has the unmistakable feeling that this is another one of the things too simple to be banal, and thus should be accepted without further questions. Still, he feels compelled to ask, "What if I don't believe you? What if I don't believe any of this?"

The smile does not waver, he cannot tell if the question made Claude disappointed in him. "It is enough."

"Is it really?"

"It has to be."


When Claude's voice trails off many nights later, silence visits them again. There is nothing more to tell. He wonders whether it was enough, for Claude, wonders why it doesn't feel like enough to himself. Wonders why words tipped the balance between them, so much so that the scales are ready to twist off and break away. Wonders if he is the only one who feels like that.


The questions don't leave him after that, so he can't help but ask again.

"Was it enough?"

Claude tilts his head thoughtfully, and at first he thinks he's been misunderstood, gets ready to elaborate, when Claude says, "I don't know. Was it?"

"No. I don't think so."

And so he begins in a voice that is unused to painting, to speak of worlds stretching every day before them, of things too simple to be meaningful and too complicated to be trite, of a past that will never be a future, and when Claude looks at him, and nods, and listens, he knows within himself that the balance is even once more, and they both feel like it is finally enough.


A friendship is like a string of pearls. It can only grow if somebody keeps adding the next, and the next, and the next.


A/N: Fweeh, that was weird. Feel free to bring on the rotten vegetables, I don't much care. I wrote something and that made me happy! I don't really care if it was bad.

Btw, that saying? Is an old one around here. I like it, which is why it's here.