Part I: The Clan

Gatoris finally returned to his castle, slightly exhausted. He had donated the majority of the blood he had given to his brother Goku, so he felt fatigued. Almathea greeted him at the door. "Feeling all right, Charon?" she giggled. "You never told me your meaning to that..." Gatoris replied. "The only meaning I derive from it is the one who carries the dead to Hades in mythology..." "You need to brush up on your Cetra, Garrett..." she said in a cheerful tone. "Though I jokingly used that meaning at times, the meaning I used is from the Cetra language. It means ‘close friend’." Gatoris had not known this. "Fitting you called me that...." he said. "You were always like a brother to me, Gatoris..." she said. Gatoris cracked a smile. "And you have always been like a daughter from the future who is more hyper than rabid emus..." he joked. "... I meant like a sister!" he caught himself before Almathea could get angry. "in fact, I was thinking of making you an honorary member of my family..." he droned on. She looked at him half puzzled and half brimming with joy. Gatoris looked at Almathea. "How about it,... sis?" She unexpectedly hugged him. "You’ve always been like a little sister to me..." he reiterated. "Yeah," she replied. "...one that is always taking care of my big brother..."

Goku called Gatoris about an hour later. He was still apologizing about Aerith. "Forget about it!" Gatoris yelled at him. "We make mistakes. Learn to live with it." The conversation ended with Goku thanking his brother Gatoris for accepting him. "Hey, having a vampire creation of Hojo for a brother isn’t that bad. At least you’re not a lawyer or telemarketer. THOSE are the blood-suckers..." Both parties got a good laugh. After he hung up, Gatoris felt as if someone was behind him. It was Aerith. "I’m glad you have accepted Goku as a brother..." she began. "He’s got my blood. At least Hojo gave him good stock." Gatoris replied. "Speaking of stock..." Aerith had an odd gleam in her eye. "You ever thought of your legacy?" Gatoris got the idea: Aerith wanted to have a child. "It’s too early, honey." he said in a hesitant voice. "I’m afraid our child would end up like Yuffie..." upon saying this, Gatoris ducked. Yuffie missed slapping his head and went flying above him. "...see?" "...but you’ll think about it, right?" Gatoris looked at Aerith again: her eyes had turned blue again. Angelina wanted to have his child, as well. Et tu, Angie? Gatoris thought to himself. "I will. I just hope we don’t end up with a nut like my friend Broly..." A thought had crossed his mind. Where was Broly? he hadn’t seen him since the first Maijn episode. He could be only one place...

Gatoris went to the Gold Saucer’s Battle Arena. he was shocked not to see his friend there. But he did see Sabin. "Sabin, what are you doing in my dimension?" "I needed a challenge" the fighter replied. "You seen a man named Broly in these parts?" Gatoris asked. "Yeah. He cleaned house here, and was heading to the Coliseum in my dimension..." That made sense, Gatoris thought. "Thanks man." "Hey, no problem. And if you see him, tell him I want my Poison Claw back!"

Gatoris went portal hopping to Sabin’s dimension. He landed in front of the Dragon’s Neck Coliseum. He saw a sign in front boasting new ownership. This thought intrigued him. Who bought this place? As soon as he entered, he knew. "Didn’t expect you here, Gatoris..." said the new owner, Broly. "Must have cleaned house." Gatoris laughed. "Damn right I did! I had calamari for my first lunch!" he boasted, referring to the fact Ultros was gone. "I like it here. You had any more problems with Pikachu?" "Yes, but they’re over for good." Gatoris replied. "I wish I could have found you sooner..." Broly looked at his friend’s hand. "Wow. You finally went through with it? You are a stronger man than I..." "No, sad man..." Gatoris said, invoking his friend’s other (self-applied) nickname, "We are both equally strong. You have muscles and a resolve to never quit. I have the same features within my heart." After a short conversation, Broly and Gatoris decided to keep in contact... and Gatoris returned home. He forgot about Sabin’s request.

Part II: Soothing Past

Gatoris was still exhausted when he returned home. He promptly went to bed, next to his already sleeping wife. He expected the usual odd dream/vision.

He saw himself as Garret on Amlathea. He seemed to be waiting for someone. After a few hours of patience, it paid off. Lady Angelette rounded the corner. Garret bowed and began to speak. "Lady Angelette... I have something I want to tell you." She smiled at him. "And what, pray tell, is that, sir Garret?" she replied in her usual sweet tone. "I... um... uh... I..." Garret was searching for the words to say. He was stammering and tripping over himself. After a few minutes, his face turned red from embarrassment. "I apologize, dear lady. I will never waste your time again..." he said before he rushed out the castle gates.

"He WHAT???" Princess Chastity was shocked. Her good friend Garret stormed out of the castle, unprotected from the winter storm brewing. "Shall we tell your father?" Lady Angelette was worried. What had provoked Garret to act that way? "No. I feel this is my fault. I’ll go after him." The princess felt awful about the events. She explained to Angelette that she had ordered him to tell her how he felt. "I always had a feeling he liked me..." she said. "I guess he was nervous. I’ll go with you." Chastity refused. "If you freeze to death, he will feel worse. He will blame himself." "What about you, your highness? You are the heir to the throne! If you die, your father will blame both me and Garret. I’m dead either way..." The two mounted a horse and sped off toward where they felt Garret may had gone.

Garret got in sight of the cabin where the princess usually went to feel at ease. He entered and didn’t bother to bar the door or start a fire. He grabbed his pen and paper and began to write. This usually helped him feel better. After writing a while, he realized it would be useless this time. All he could write about was Lady Angelette.

Blue spheres that glow in the dimmest light,

the purest golden locks that shine,

and a smile that is a welcome sight,

especially after the longest time.

Is she human or goddess? I cannot tell.

For she is both in my eyes,

With A blend of heart and soul stronger than the flames of Hell,

She always melts the hearts of noble guys.

A fragile, yet beautiful being,

living on this small orb.

A sight that is worth seeing,

A sight one must absorb.

A beauty that I am too scared to ruin with a kiss,

A beauty I am afraid to speak to,

A goddess who would never understand my thoughts for her,

A goddess who I worship through and through.

This goddess is called Angelette,

Though Aphrodite would also describe her.

The one I live for, the one I love,

The one to whom I would my soul deliver.

"Great, this won’t work..." Garret said as he wrote. "I’m trying to forget I ever met her, and I can’t stop writing about her." He laid the paper in a table and sat in a corner. he began to remember the vow he made to the royal court. He vowed he would protect the princess with all his life. He began to whisper to himself. "I am sorry, Queen Zeal..." he began. "I am sorry I cannot be good enough to protect your only daughter. I regret having to take back my oath. I just hope she finds a prince who will protect her to the end..."

Lady Angelette and the princess reached the cabin. Angelette decided to wait outside while Princess Chastity talked to him. "Charon, what are you doing here?" "It matters not." he awnsered back in an uncaring tone. "In a matter of hours I will freeze to death, and this planet will be rid of me." The princess was not happy by his response. "I just want to know why you rushed off like you did." Garret gave her the story. "I did as you ordered, princess. I went to talk to Angelette, but I could not find the words to speak. She must make me for a fool now..." Angelette sneaked into the cabin unnoticed. "Why must you go to such drastic measures, Charon? I’m sure you would be able to tell her. Why let yourself die over a petty thing?" the princess asked of her friend. "If I cannot tell her how I feel, why should I deserve to live?" Garret was obviously distraught. "What did you want to tell her? Pretend I’m her. Now tell me, Garret." Garret drew a breath. "Lady Angelette, I have been hiding a secret for years. I got nervous around you for so many years, I felt I could never be able to speak to you. I only had three words to say to you back in the castle. I cannot believe how hard it is to say ‘I love you’..." Angelette was right behind Garret. "Well, I love you too, Garret." he turned around and felt the fool. "I... I’m sorry about earlier in the castle. I just seized up. The pressure got to me, I guess." Angelette did not give a reply. She just hugged him. She noticed his writings on the table. "You wrote this about me?" she said in her sweet voice. "Yes, m’lady. I wrote my feelings down." The two then kissed.

Gatoris was confused. Why was he having this vision of his past? Then, a figure familiar to him appeared. "I thought you may want to see that touching moment again." Gatoris bowed at the figure. "Charon, you don’t have to do that..." "Sorry, princess. I felt that I had to." he said, smiling at Princess Chastity. "Anyway, I thought you only visited Almathea." She looked at him. "Normally I do. I felt like seeing how my surrogate brother was doing." "Fine, as always." he reported with a grin. "I want you to also see your resolve to protect your Angelina." Princess Chastity showed Gatoris the end of his first life he had.

A now human Angelina was walking in a small village when she was attacked by a stranger. He seemed to have one thing on his mind. "You’re a pretty one. Come back to my hut..." Garrett heard this and was infuriated. "You’ll get her over my dead body, sir." The man decided to arrange that. He pulled a sword out of the ground and attacked the unarmed Garrett. Needless to say, Garrett was severely wounded. Angelina was infuriated by the sight. She looked at the man, and her pupils disappeared. She chanted a spell, and he vanished. But the damage was done. Garrett’s injuries were fatal. He died in her arms. She mourned him like he would have wanted. She wrote poems and haikus for him, like these:

Brave unto the end,

To die in battle, honored,

Angels weep for thee.
 
 

To Garrett, bravest man I know,

Who sacrificed himself for love,

Though I feel much sorrow,

We must remember our lives are borrowed.

Spirit and heart of a dove,

Soar high above the others,

Even higher than angels, like the one you loved.

"Alma, that backfired." Gatoris said with a tear in his eye. "That made me depressed as hell." "It was touching, though..." Princess Chastity was on the verge of crying as well. "Just remember, Charon, that Angelina is always there for you. No matter what, she will love you."