NOTES: Alright, anyways, after loving this game series for the longest time possible, i found it IMPOSSIBLE to think of a story line for an actual series fic. NOW, I *have* thought of one so here I am writing it. Hopefully I have enough time to work on it and hopefully it stays in my interest for a while since my mind DOES move a lot, one moment I'm working on a FoR fic and suddenly im working on a RK one. ^^;;


Pandemona's Spirit
written by aeyta



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Prologue
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The day was wonderful. The thick, salty smell of the ocean was everywhere and the sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks were a peaceful droning sound in the background. The cries of birds were present and the sun glared down on the cerulean blue.

The day was wonderful. A snapshot of heaven.

Then again, every day was a snapshot of heaven. Ever single boring, drawling, godawful day was a snapshot of heaven. The perfection and the peaceful laziness around him disgusted him, he was bored, he needed to do something that had him have blood on his sword.

His ever so lovely... unused... gleaming sword that he polished every single day.

"Damn it all!" Seifer cursed and slammed a fist on the pier, "DAMN IT ALL!" He was so tired, so tired of this... relaxation around him. He was edgy, Seifer could in no way sit still.

Seifer got up and walked to the small apartment he had left from, "Hey Fuj, do we have any of those crackers left?" his voice bellowed as he walked into the apartment, carefully putting Hyperion on its stand.

No answer.

"Fuj?" Seifer called out again, perhaps the silver-haired girl had not heard him.

"Fujin?" Now he was getting annoyed. By the first call, Fujin would have answered.

"THE HELL!" Seifer was pissed off, he got up and walked to the small miniscule section they called the kitchen, he opened a cabinet door and rummaged through the food that lay there in messy heaps.

He cursed again, looked through the cabinet one more time, and cursed once more before slamming his fist into the countertop.

There were no more of those crackers.

And they were keeping him sane too.

"Fujin! Where did you buy those crackers?" he yelled again.

No answer.

"FUJIN!" he started to walk towards her room, he flung the door open.

Her room was very white... plain. She just had her bed in one corner, a small drawer in the other corner, and nothing else. It was always white.

Seifer realized that he had not been in Fujin's room for so long, he forgot that it was white. It was the only clean section of the whole entire house, the only neat room.

And she was not there.

"Goddamnit Fujin, the hell are you?" Seifer cursed before walking out of her room.

He lay on his bed lazily, looking at the ceiling.

Still, he couldn't admit that he didn't feel that something bad was going to happen. It was in his gut, something was wrong.

Something... was... out of place.

Seifer got up, "GODDAMNIT!"

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fin
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