///A Can of Soda///

(0)(0) Yesterday

It was kind of like opening a soda and watching the stuff inside fiz through the small drinking whole.

The feelings exploding through a small opening.

And everyone knows the stuff is never completely gone when you finish drinking it. But you can never get to it, so you just throw the can away.

The feelings from yesterday, I can't get to them.

When you've held hands with someone you like for a long time, it's supposed to feel like this, right?

Like there's nothing left in the can?

Or. . . Like I can't get to the feelings I had yesterday. . . or even an hour before.

"Walking you home is tough when you don't say anything, Rinoa."

I wanna dip into the can, so I can get my feelings. . . the last of them.

"Sorry. . . I gotta go,"

"Of course you havta go, you're home, now."

Whenever I fall into the can, I see two strangers along the way. . .

One lives in a world with a black sky. He told me it got covered with the smoke from their gunblades. He's fighting in a war. I never see his enemies because he never lets me. But I can see his eyes that he never wants me to see. And when I look into them, I go deeper.

The other one lives in a lighthouse, he has a gunblade at his side, and he's always flicking on and off the light switch. I keep asking him if he ever fought in a war or if he knew Seifer. He just shakes his head and flicks. When the beam of light cuts through the darkness, I get to the bottom.

There's always so much to drink when you're at the bottom. I always save it, so whenever I can't feel what I felt before, I just go back and drink more.

"You're gonna get shot, commin' in that way." I didn't want to look into his green eyes yet. "Isin't time for you to leave, yet?"

"Na-ah. I just got here. Have you made any gunblades that don't smoke when you use them?"

"We gave 'em more firepower, so we can kill them faster. . ." He stuck his gunblade in a man, and shot off the weapon.

"All the pollution will kill you soon, no matter which side you're on. . ."

"Heh, If we're lucky." Seifer always said that he wanted to die, and so end the war. I wanted to ask him what would happen if he died and the war didn't end, but. . .

. . .I looked into his eyes.

Pitch black. . .blinding light. . .pitch black. . .blinding light. . .blinding black. . . blinding light. . . The pattern was poetic, solemn, and infinite. I could see his eyes through the flickering. He always looked scared. His stone eyes made me shiver. I could tell he was waiting for something. Expecting something to happen. I wish I knew what he was waiting for. "Hi,"

"Go home."

"I'm almost there."

Blink.

Light.

Squall.

Blink.

Dark.

Nothing.

"What do you need?"

"For you to stop turning on and off the light." In his blue- gray eyes I could hear him say, can't do that. "What are you waiting for?"

Blink.

Light.

Squall.

Blink. . . He turned the bulb my way. All I could see was. . .

Light.

Like a shadow, I disappeared.

I fell into the warm liquid of my feelings. And I swam in it. I shook the can.

Everyone knows what happens to a can of soda when you shake it.

I felt the fiz bubbling again. I smiled.

My feelings were back.

"unh. . . .Rinoa. What are you doing calling so late?"

"We're gonna hold hands when we walk home together, right?"

"Huh?. . .. uh, Of course, yeah."

". . .Good."

/end

A/N: "A Can Of Soda" is the first of its kind coming from me. I've never written anything like this before, so it's really weird. Well, even if I've written this stuff all my life the story would be weird. Meh, comment, flame, criticize, praise it. I just want you to review. If this story does get reviewed, then I plan to continue it.

//////GreyWeb