Death Fight- Two enemies in a Lover's War
Disclaimer: Ya know, if I really owned Final Fantsy VIII, I would have a mansion, a car,
dogs named Sei, Fuu, and Zidane..... (rambles on and on) but I don't own it, now do I?
Authoress' Rant: Now, I can ramble, a T.V., another stereo system. Okay, seriously, this
fic is probably the most angsty thing I will ever write. Let's just say that Rinoa and Fujin
aren't exactly friends in this fic. Got the picture? ... no? Well, then read.
Prolouge: Summer of Hell
Hellish nightmares,
Dreamless nights.
I wake up to you.
Hold me, touch me, caress me.
But you push me away.
This is a summer of no beauty.
This is a Summer of Hell.
-Silver Child
Fifteen year old Fujin tossed and turned in her bed, angry, sad, furious, depressed, upset,
and just about downright awful. She did this every time she fell asleep, waking up with a
cold sweat and overly saddened. The bright sunlight streamed though the French
windows. Happiness and love was suppose to be in the air. At fifteen, you were suppose
to look and mature like a woman, feel proud and beautiful, fall in love.... and be loved in
return.
Fujin only had 2.5 of those aspects.
She sighed and walked to her trunk at the foot of the bed. It was so easy to forget, with
the happy sunshine and beautiful winds wafting in the windows. It was perfect.
Too perfect.
She took a shower and dressed in the bathroom in a pale blue tanktop and white shorts.
The black pants and dark blue uniform top was too hot for the summer. Her black boots
were at the side of her bed and she pulled them on, something that she had to wear, no
matter what time of the year. She refused to put on the fancy clothing that the maids tried
to force her to wear.
Maids... butlers... the whole works. Everything was perfect.
Too perfect.
She walked downstairs to see Lt. Calaway and his aliances. She didn't give him the chance
to say so much as a hi, she walked so briskly past him. Out the door, to the merry sunshine
in her eyes (both are full and functional) and beautiful breezes on her cheeks, she almost
smiled.
That is, until she saw Seifer and Rinoa by the lake, under the tree, kissing.
So everything wasn't perfect. Was it really ever?
And that, was when she remembered why this was a Summer of Hell.