Markle (Marcel x Forkle) (Oneshot)

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== Part One ==
Marcel closed his eyes. Leto sat by him. For a moment, neither of them said anything.
Leto finally broke the silence by sighing. "Marcel... I... I love you. You know that."
Marcel doesn't say anything. He bites his lip, forcing back tears.
"I'm sorry... but... I can't marry you..."
Marcel kept his eyes squeezed shut. "Yeah. Apparently."
Leto ran a hand through his gelled hair, messing it up a little. "This is really hard for me--"
"Well, it's hard for me, too!" Marcel cursed quietly as tears started to fall down his face.
Oh jeez, I made him cry. Leto gulped, guilt flaring in his mind. "I... I really want to marry you. But... I can't! I have too many identities, and it would just make things... complicated."
"Things are already complicated! You just made things ten times more complicated!"
"Me? You think I'm the one who made it complicated? You asked me to marry you in front of the Black Swan!"
Marcel gave him a look of disbelief. "Well, maybe I wouldn't have done that if you would've told them I existed! We met two years ago! Two years! It shouldn't have taken that long!"
"I--"
Marcel cuts him off. "Why did you even ask me out in the first place if you thought relationships would make this too complicated for you?"
"Because I loved you!" Leto shouts.
"I..."
"Sometimes I wish I hadn't fallen in love with you! I knew something like this was going to happen," he muttered.
"Something... like this," Marcel repeated slowly. He blinked back more tears. He wishes he'd never fallen in love with him?
Leto looked over, seeing how hard he was trying to hold himself together. "Marcel, I-I didn't mean it like that..."
Marcel burst into tears suddenly, covering his face with his hands.
Leto reached for him, but Marcel moved away. "Don't touch me!" he shouted through tears, his voice cracking.
Leto stood. "I'm sorry! I really am! Please, I just--"
"No! J-just get out..."
Leto stepped back. "But--"
"I said get out!"
He ran out. He hurried down the hall, keeping his head down. His jaw was clenched as he desperately fought back tears.
Tiergan, who was also walking down the hall, stopped. Leto tried to storm passed him, but Tiergan reached out, touching his shoulder. "Leto?"
"What?"
Tiergan studied the tears in his eyes. "Um. Are you... okay?"
Leto shook his head. "No. No, I'm not. I th-think I just... broke up with Marcel."
His eyes widened. "Oh, jeez."
== Part Two ==
"So, how are you and your fiance?" asked Squall, smiling when Mr Forkle walked by.
"I'm... not marrying him."
Her smile slipped. "What?"
"I said no."
She stared at him. "You're kidding, right?"
He looked away, trembling slightly. "You... don't understand. I can't marry him. Even if I wanted to."
"But... you do want to, don't you?" she asked softly.
He gulps, turning away. "Of course I do. I love him more than anything in the world."
Marcel was one of the few things in his life that always seemed to be... stable. And normal. But to be honest... he was terrified. Marriage was a really serious thing. Was he marrying Mr Forkle? Or Magnate Leto? Or maybe even Sir Astin, though Marcel had only seen him as Sir Astin a few times. 
It was way too risky.
And they'd be a bad match... not that Forkle cared about that kind of stuff, but he had to keep Magnate Leto's reputation, didn't he? Maybe Sir Astin didn't have that much of a reputation to uphold, but it was still risky.
Juline shook her head, obviously disappointed. "I honestly thought he'd be the one person who'd be able to..." She trailed off, then shook her head again. "Nevermind. Just... take care of yourself, okay?"
Forkle looked away.
Marcel leaned forward and kissed Leto on the lips.
Leto stood, shocked. "Did you just kiss me!?"
"I-I'm sorry... I won't do it again, I just... I'm in love with you--"
"I know you are! I am, too! I don't... h-have time for relationships. I can't be with you."
"Look, I'm not asking you to marry me. No one has to find out we're together!"
"But what if they do...?"
"They won't," Marcel promised quietly, taking his hands. "I love you. And nothing can change that."
Leto hesitated, then moved his hands away from Marcel's. "I don't know..."
Marcel looked at him, waiting.
Leto exhaled sharply. "F... fine."
Marcel's eyes widened. "R-really!? Oh my gosh--"
"Don't make me change my mind," he warned.
Marcel pulled him forward, hugging him. "You won't, I swear."
Leto tensed, then slowly hugged back.
"And I get to join the Black Swan, too, right?"
Leto snorted. "We'll see."
"Is it because you're disguise looks weird?"
"What? No!"
Marcel slowly smiled. "It is, isn't it? You're embarrassed."
"N-no, I'm not..."
Marcel leaned forward and kissed him again.
Leto's heart raced.
Marcel slowly pulled away, then laughed when he saw the look on Leto's face. "You're face is really red," he giggled.
"I-I'm just... not used to this kind of thing..."
"I know. It's adorable."
Leto scowled.
"Don't even talk to me right now," Marcel told him.
"I-I just want to talk--"
"You're just going to make me cry again. Just give me some time, okay? I'm... processing."
"Okay," Forkle said quietly.
== Part Three ==
Magnate Leto sat in his office. There was a faint knock on the door.
He quickly answered it. His mouth went dry when he saw Marcel standing there. "Wh-what are you doing here?"
"I'm a Phasing mentor now."
"Oh. Well... th-that's great."
"I... wanted to apologize," Marcel said quietly, his eyes dropping to the floor. "I... don't want to move out, or break up with you..."
Leto stood slowly. "R-really?"
"Yeah."
Leto bit his lip.
Marcel stepped closer. "I just don't want you to be... alone. Even if we never get married..."
"I've been alone my whole life before I met you," Leto whispered.
"Well it doesn't have to stay that way!" Marcel grabbed his hands.
Leto bit his lips harder. "Are you just saying that to try to get me to marry you?"
"N-no!" Marcel pulled his hands away. "I'm just trying to apologize!"
"I wasn't trying to--"
"Just, whatever, I'm sorry." Marcel stormed out of the office.
Leto cursed quietly and went after him. He stooped him in the middle of the hall, grabbing his arm. "Wait! M-Marcel, I have to tell you something!"
He glanced at Leto wearily. "What is it?"
Everyone in the hall, prodigies and mentors, were watching curiously.
"I... I've been thinking about it... and I thought... maybe we could..." Leto trailed off.
"What...?" Marcel's eyes locked onto his.
"I... want to be with you. I... I hope you understand what it would mean to marry me. I have multiple identities, and--"
"What!? Oh my god, are you serious?"
"Y-yes?"
Marcel threw his arms around Leto, kissing him hard on the lips.
Leto's eyes went wide, but he kissed back.
Everyone around them gasped audibly.
When Marcel finally pulled away, he had tears in his eyes. "I want to marry you. I don't care if it's complicated, I don't care if it's a bad match, I love you more than anything in the world, and I want to spend my life with you."
Leto was trembling. "R-really?"
"Yes!" Marcel half-laughed. "Jeez, I'm so in love with you... I-I feel crazy sometimes."
Leto smiled bashfully. "I feel the same way."
"Crazy, or in love?"
"Both."
Marcel leaned forward to kiss him again, the hesitated. "Oops. I... accidentally kissed you in front of everyone," he whispered.
Leto blushed. Everyone was staring at them. "It's... quite alright." He rook Marcel's hand, and together they went back to Leto's office.
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