Fourteen years…
Fourteen years ago to the day is when I met you for the first time. When you joined I did not make the connection with that day, I should have.. How could I not? I think a large part of it were your eyes, back then they had been such a striking shade of blue not the nearly pitch black that I gazed upon standing in the processing line for cadets.
No it was not until recently, when I saw those blue eyes once more even for the briefest second, that I remembered. They had been so different back then, innocence filled them despite the thin red cuts I could see under the collar of your kimono. Healing, scarring what should have been flawless young skin.
Now when I look into those dark eyes, the innocence is gone.. Replaced with darkness of things no human should have seen. I wish I could say that the years among us was what robbed you of that light, but I can not.. It was gone when you walked through those glass doors.
You would not have known, but that day fourteen years ago was one that I still hold close. With the search for my partner called after weeks of searching, I did not feel my soul could sink much farther. Then I saw you, among the looks of distrust and disgust from your people, your tiny smile stood out bright as the sun above.
Neglecting my own mission I followed you through the many vendors, listening to soft words that at the time I hardly understood. Carried you when the crowds became to thick for you to walk with out getting bumped into.
It was not until I passed you off to a young woman with eyes as blue as yours, eyes I had seen staring back at me when I sat at his desk, that I realized what gift I had just been given.
In his last email, he had spoken about asking for a few days off, to attend the very festival that I walked hand in hand with you. That I was doing what he had wanted to do.
I never told you about that day, I do not think even if I did you would remember it.
That day gave me hope when I thought I had lost all. You were there when I did lose everything.. Now I have the chance to reclaim a part of what was lost.
Kyoya,
Look after our children, they are yours now.
Veld
A Black half gloved hand gently set itself upon a equally dark clad shoulder. "Do not think he can take the easy way out. I do not let my Turks off that easily. We'll find him, even if it means defying my father."
Dark eyes looked up to meet pale blue hidden behind strands of blond. He nodded slowly standing. Veld was not going to go about this alone.
AN:This was based off a picture that I found on a Turk tumblr site. I know I should be working on Donum Deae but this bug bit and bit hard. I'm debating if I should make this a chapter one or just leave it as it. I might do one from Tseng's POV.. or from Veld's in a sense of that day.
For those that can't tell it's a letter left to Tseng by Veld before he leaves to find his daughter, abandoning ShinRa and starting the downfall of the Turks.
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