Disclaimer- I don’t own Ronin Warriors, although I wish I did. The song ‘The Ghost of You and Me’ isn’t mine either, it belongs to BBMak ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

What am I supposed to do
With all these blues
Haunting me everywhere
No matter what I do

Sage rolled over onto his side, memories flashing in his mind. Scenes like laying in the field with Rowen, Rowen and him arguing over some petty thing, Rowen packing his bags and slamming the door, climbing into the cab. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t escape his lover’s colors. Driving along the road, looking out the window, walking in the forest. All he saw was blue, and with every object, a memory of them came to mind.

Watching the candle flicker out
In the evening glow
I can't let go
When will the night be over?

Sage sat up, holding his breath as a breeze blew through the room, putting out the lone candle that lit his room. The lingering perfume of Rowen’s personal scent rode the wind, tantalizing his mind, bringing the instant taste of his lover’s soft and warm lips under his own. If he let his mind wander far enough, he could almost hear Ro’s voice in the breeze.

I didn't mean to fall in love with you
And baby there's a name
For what you put me through
It isn't love, it's robbery
I'm sleeping with the ghost of you and me

Unable to stop the flood of tears that ran down his pale face, Sage rolled over, burying his face into the pillow, muffling his sobs that racked his chest, yet were unable to compare to the ache in his heart. As the tears dried, and he slipped into the comfort of sleep, he could almost feel Rowen beside him, robbing him of his cold mask.

Seen a lot of broken hearts
Go sailing by
Phantom ships lost at sea
And one of them is mine

Ryo watched through the lacy curtain that covered his room, watching Halo sit at the table alone, although the settings were for two. Tonight was Rowen and Sage’s anniversary of their first night together. Sighing, he continued to watch the black clouds cover the white full moon, covering the vessel like waves on a rough sea.

Raising my glass
I sing a toast to the midnight sky
I wonder why
The stars don't seem to guide me

Sage lifted his wineglass to the stars, his glazed eyes unseeing. As he watched, the clouds covered the stars and moon, as if hiding from him, or punishing him, forbidding him from any thoughts of his lost lover. He lowered the glass, emptying the bottle, and turning to stumble into the house. He thought he saw a glimpse of Ryo, but shook it away.

The ghost of you and me
When will it set me free?
I hear the voices call
Following footsteps down the hall
Trying to save what's left
Of my heart and soul

As the sunlight filtered through the window, Halo groaned, and turned away from the brightness. His mouth felt fuzzy, like someone had filled it with cotton. His stomach growled angrily at him for not eating, and then filling up on alcohol. A laugh reached his ears, bringing on a sudden headache. A garbled sentence reached his ears, and he sat up slowly, not wanting to upset his stomach anymore. He heard Rowen laughing, challenging Yulie to catch him, the footfalls fading away. Sage ran to the door, hoping against hope that his lover was home again. The house was silent. There had been nobody there.

Watching the candle flicker out
In the evening glow
I can't let go
When will the night be over?

Rowen stepped into the small room, the candle casting a long shadow across the floor. Channeling his power, he sent a small breeze to snuff the candles, hoping to catch his soulmate’s attention. The opposite, instead, occurred. Sage merely pulled his sheet up over his frame, and stared at the ceiling. Dropping his bag, he said softly. “I’m back.” Sage sat up quickly. This was no dream.

I didn't mean to fall in love with you
And baby there's a name
For what you put me through
It isn't love, it's robbery
I'm sleeping with the ghost of you and me

When Ryo stepped past Sage’s room the next morning, he smiled at the sight of Sage holding Rowen tightly. The blonde’s head was tucked firmly in the curve of the archer’s shoulder, one elegant arm thrown across a tan, firm chest. The white sheet was crumpled between them. Nodding his head, the leader continued his path. ‘I’m glad he came back. Maybe now, this ghost of a nightmare can rest.’

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Well, I’m sorry it was so bad. It played really well on my mind, but refused to work on paper. Thanks for reading it though.
-Silver Blaze-