Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy VII or any of its characters.
Warnings:
None
Author's Note: Red is such an interesting character, and he
needs more love. What more can I say?
The Festival of Life
Red XIII grinned as he quietly observed his human companions. He lay at the foot of the brown couch, enjoying the sights of his friends laughing and dancing and doing other idiotic things. He had learned that it was something humans did whilst "under the influence" of alcohol. They seemed to momentarily lose control of themselves, their emotions and bodies.
He found strange, insightful thoughts entering his mind, yet another sign he was more mature than others his age. Why drink something that isn't water? Alcohol isn't necessary for life.
As a cub, he had consumed only fresh, clean water and the red, bloody meat that his parents consistently brought back for him, for the purpose of keeping him healthy. It is drunk only at festivals at the Canyon. But, was not life meant to be celebrated? Is every day a festival of its own, unique to all others before it and all others to come?
He decided not to fuss over the liquid much longer. He just lay his head on his large, red paws with his single golden eye open, watching as the adult humans made fools out of themselves.