I dunno where I'm going with this.
Okay so ..I haven't actually played FF8 (wiki'd it to hell though), but there are references to it in this. So it'd help..alot. if you had some idea of who the FF8 main character were and their personality and a bit about them... If you haven't played the game, like myself. Wiki it people. I recommend the Final Fantasy Wikia.)
disclaimer: All Characters written about in this piece of fanfiction Belong to Square Enix and Disney. Who I do not wish to anger, since they have enough money to buy my soul a billion times over.
AU-ish I guess. Pg-13 for some implied stuff. or not so implied. more like blatantly pointed out. the biggest warning is for OOC-ness. Oh and the future gayness.
Hayner POV. never a good idea.
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Sometimes I wonder why there feels like something is missing.
Something important. Something I just need to know. Something I just have to do something about.
For me, it's hard to discourage these thoughts. I'm generally the type of person, who if I think up something I have to follow through with it.
I tried to explain to my parents these thoughts, these feelings. The chalked it up to being a teenager. That 'everyone' at my age feels like something is missing.
When I ended up getting frustrated and yelled, "You don't understand!". They just laughed, typical Hayner, 'everyone' says that at my age too.
After awhile I really wanted to believe them, because maybe if I was aware of it, it would go away.
But it never did.
I started to compensate for it, or tried to anyway. I spent all my time it seemed training for and playing Struggle.
It got to the point where even Seifer got bored. At one of my challenges, he ended up offering to buy me a hotdog or two at the local vendors cart instead of fighting me.
He knew I loved hotdogs, somehow.
Instead of appeasing the monster inside of me, it made it grow.
Why? Why did he know?
He wasn't that observant.
"Instead, how bout' we sit here and do nothing. I think 10 rounds is enough for one afternoon. Hey if that doesn't get you to stop, how about I get you a hotdog? I know how much you love em', but they're always out when you get to them right?"
Yes. I love hotdogs. It's a little known fact honestly. Not even Pence and Olette really know the extent of my love for them.
I'm not even sure why I do so much. This thought did nothing to help my mental state.
Seifer was right about most of it though, but not all.
While it was true, very true on days when no one was around to notice I'd make a beeline for the Hotdog cart like a bat out of hell.
But the Cart owner had never, ever been out. Ever.
And I know for a fact, Seifer had never seen me make the run for the cart.
It was about time I confronted the big bully. To talk of course, and well...if he ended up calling me crazy I could always punch him.
That always made me feel better.
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Later I did end up confronting him. Feeling oddly calm. This was rare for me, as I was very rarely calm. Even before I started going insane,
My teachers swore I was ADHD.
The feeling of calm didn't last very long. The warm, soft tranquil feeling of calm ended up going rotten. Dripping and spilling down messily until it reached my stomach. It turned and mixed with feelings of despair, anger and longing until it became what felt like a solid knot in my abdomen.
And at the same time it felt so right.
My eyes had landed on Seifer. We didn't talk often, and I realised it had been a couple months since the time he had offered me the hotdogs.
He had turned 18.
Somehow he looked older, more mature than I had ever seen him in my lifetime. And yet it was so very, very familiar.
He was just standing there, at the end of the street.
It was after sundown and fairly dark out with the exception of the reddish orange light the street lanterns provided. It was winter, and fairly cool out. Not cold. Twilight Town never got insanely cold.
He was wearing his normal outfit, basically.
Minus stocking cap . His normal sleeveless jacket was replaced by basically the same coat, plus sleeves.
He noticed I was standing there, at the other end of the street. I must of looked practically shell shocked. It caused him to smirk, maybe he thought I was afraid of him. I wasn't.
I was afraid of myself.
Finally my brain kicked in, and I was knocked out of my shocked state.
I wanted to hit that stupid smirk right off his pretentious face. This, however, wasn't a rare thought.
I was about to speak, but Seifer took advantage of my moment of silence.
"You've been acting weird for awhile now, lamer. Finally come to talk to me huh?"
"Don't call me that!"
Don't. Please don't say 'lamer'. Anything else.
Call me 'chicken wuss' again. You haven't called me that since we were little. Why? Why did you stop?
"Hah, whatever 'Hayner'. Did you want to talk or what? I'd rather get on with this rather than waste more of my life."
"Ugh. Yeah, sure whatever dude. Come on, wouldn't want to waste more of your 'precious life'..you major pain in the ass..."
I was wrong.
'Anything else ' was wrong.
Why did 'Hayner' sound so wrong?
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We ended up talking for along time. Longer than I would have expected. In fact I'm fairly certain all prior conversations we've had in my life time would add up to close to as how long we talked.
I don't feel quite as crazy anymore.
Unless we're both crazy.
That's right. He's like me. Maybe even worse.
He dreams sometimes. About people and places he's never seen or been to.
I wanted to feel bad, to know that he's probably been struggling more than me. But I was secretly envious.
That he was able to see them all again?
Granted I wasn't sure who all 'them' was, but I wanted to see their faces more than anything...
But I did have a small victory that night.
As we left the steps of an old building that had been the spot for our chat, and began to go our separate ways. Seifer, in a rare, good nature manner ruffled my hair and said his goodbye.
"See ya, chicken wuss."
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Later, I found out I was wrong about yet another thing.
There were some faces I really didn't want to see again...
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A man with brown hair and a scarred face showed up in Twilight Town.
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....Of chapter one.
damn.
(haha this was going to have a COMPLETELY different ending. But that'll probably be in the next chapter. 'implied things' will in fact occur.)
....I. ..I don't know what else to say. Screw it.
(Okay so this is ...maybe kinda sorta dedicted to Ellipsis The Great. ..Er not that she knows, or even knows who I am. But yeah, her Seiner is pretty much the best thing ever, and I felt really bad that her Grandfather passed away. )
So er, reviews/feedback would be lovely!!! I've never written like this before or in the POV (let alone having it be Hayners point of view, who is as hard to write as his hair is hard to draw..)