Distant Light
                a Legend of the Galactic Heroes fanfic 
                 by Serenade 
                  Timeframe: 
                  Legend of the Galactic Heroes, late Season One. No spoilers. 
                  Notes: 
                  Most quotes are actually based on canonical references. 
                  Disclaimer: 
                  I don't own these characters. They are the creation of Yoshiki 
                  Tanaka. I'm only borrowing them because, well, it would be a 
                  crying shame not to. 
                  
                  
                 I am the first to wake, as always. Somehow the soft predawn 
                  light touches off a signal in my mind, coaxing it through layers 
                  of velvet sleep to surface into grainy consciousness. I hardly 
                  think about it anymore. It's simply become habit; ingrained, 
                  perhaps, through the years of military drill, and the constant 
                  need for watchfulness that I have learned. 
                  The stars are fading as the sky grows pale. It was always 
                  under starlight, in the stolen hours of true night, that you 
                  whispered all your dangerous dreams to me. Those moments now 
                  are midnight and unreal. Yet how can I ever lose the memory 
                  of your hand reaching out to grip mine, to draw me into a future 
                  I hardly dared believe? 
                  Sometimes you make me afraid, even now, with your dauntless 
                  will and your slow-burn anger. Fearless as a lion, you despise 
                  all lesser beasts. Warm eyes for those you favour; cold disdain 
                  for all the rest. 
                  It has never been an easy task, living with your complexities. 
                  Cruel you are and kind in the very same breath. Siegfried? 
                  What a common name. But Kircheis - I like the sound of that. 
                  It's like the wind across the plains. 
                  Your moods can shift so suddenly, like the movement of water 
                  on the face of a pool. I am often soothed by your soft voice, 
                  your light laugh, as you lace your fingers absently through 
                  my hair. It's like fire, you say, fascinated by the 
                  shining strands. But compliments turn to insults when we quarrel 
                  once again. You bloody-haired fool, you snarl. You're 
                  so stubborn and naive. 
                  I've learned to absorb the barbs you thrust out; I know what 
                  they defend. Half my life has been spent by your side. I know 
                  the contours of your self, as naturally as I read my reflection 
                  in a glass. 
                  They call me your shadow, and I do not deny it. 
                  Was I the first, to see the fire kindled in your eyes, to 
                  be compelled by the spirit and the purpose burning in you like 
                  a torch? To be drawn by the dazzling vision that rivets a man's 
                  soul to your allegiance? Come with me, you said, we'll 
                  take the universe together. Come and join me, Kircheis. 
                  There was no choice really, not in the end. It was inevitable 
                  as gravity, like a comet falling into the sun. Is this what 
                  they call destiny? 
                  How strange are the chances that come to shape our lives. 
                  A van that pulls into an empty house. The sound of children's 
                  voices, and the boy next door. And a young girl walking homeward 
                  from the shops, as a black limousine cruises slowly by. 
                  I am the second most powerful man in the legions of an empire 
                  that spans stars. And I stand at the right shoulder of the man 
                  who would bring it down. 
                  I will give you half of everything I get, you said. 
                  Fame, power, wealth... anything. Back then, we had 
                  nothing but ourselves, and the consuming resolve to remake the 
                  world anew. Even now, years later, you have forgotten nothing. 
                  Each victory, each triumph, you share with me, and no matter 
                  the sidelong mutterings of the envious. 
                  I've pledged you all I can offer, even my life. You mustn't 
                  die before me, Kircheis. Promise me that you won't die before 
                  I do. The only time I've witnessed the threat of tears 
                  shake your voice. Everyone else has been taken away from 
                  me. You are the only one I have now. 
                  I follow you, as I have always followed you. But I sense you 
                  gliding forward into a world that has no need of me. A world 
                  that will be careless of your shining dreams; a world that would 
                  make, of the boy you were, a man whom that boy would hate. 
                  I will stand against the enemies who challenge you; I will 
                  guard your back against daggers. But against the subtler treacheries 
                  of temptation and compromise, what counsels of mine will you 
                  deign to accept? I dread greatly that in the desperate maelstrom 
                  of intrigue and deceit, you will sacrifice what should be most 
                  precious to you. 
                  I do not want to see you destroyed, whether by your opponents 
                  or through the machinations of those who profess to be loyal 
                  to you. The serpent's poison may be deadly to foes, but it also 
                  taints the one who uses it. This is the path we swore we'd never 
                  walk. If you ask me to follow you into shadow, I will have to 
                  make the choice I do not want to make. If you force me to that 
                  point, I will have to choose between breaking my honour and 
                  breaking my heart. 
                  We won't be like them, will we, Kircheis? I want 
                  to believe you. I have always wanted to believe you, just as 
                  you have always needed me to believe. Do you still think 
                  I can succeed? Do you think I can win the universe? We 
                  both know what the question really means. And we both know the 
                  answer off by heart. 
                  We've come a great distance together, you and I, your ambition 
                  driving us forward like the chariots of the sun. But ambition 
                  is a relentless thing, and it will find a way to devour you 
                  if it can. Then you will look at me with a stranger's eyes, 
                  and the memories which have shaped my life will be worth no 
                  more than dust. My fingers tighten their grip on the edge of 
                  the window. How do we survive without abandoning our dreams, 
                  or must we betray who we are? What will become of us, and the 
                  bright promises we once made? 
                  "Kircheis." Your sleep-stained voice drifts over to me. "What 
                  are you doing?" 
                  I answer without turning. "Nothing. Just looking at the stars." 
                  "You can't see them anymore." I can sense your gently mocking 
                  smile. "The sun's coming up." 
                  "I know. But they're still there, aren't they?" 
                  Soft laughter. "You're a hopeless dreamer, do you know?" 
                  I turn away from the window towards you at last. Yellow light 
                  spills onto a tumble of golden hair. Your clear blue eyes, like 
                  sun-warmed ice, watch me with tender amusement. My chest constricts 
                  with a sudden pang. 
                  "Yes," I say. "I am." 
                  When have we ever deserted one another? I cannot make those 
                  bitter choices today. The trust you hold in me has never flinched 
                  or wavered; it leaves my soul shaken. 
                  I made a promise, long ago, about devotion that will not yield 
                  to time or adversity. If I can but hold the darkness at bay, 
                  I will judge my days to have been well spent. 
                  I reach out my hand and close the distance between us. 
                  
                   
                    - fin - 
                  
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