A/N: This is something that accured to me while actually playing the game, and it's not particularily good, but I haven't uploaded anything for a while, so here. I actually wrote this mid last year, and I still haven't completed the damn game 'cause all my memory cards for PS1 and PS2 have mysteriously dissapeared. So sorry if anything clashes too much with other story elements. As for Zidane being in love with Blank, haha, I know that's already a long way off of the official story.
MEMORIES OF BLANK
Zidane stared helplessly at the petrified forest. Tears slowly formed over gray-green eyes as emotion built up inside of his bleeding heart. His body trembled and the tears worked up faster as he touched the petrified vines that sealed the entrance to Evil Forest.
"You idiot!" He hit it so hard he felt bones crack. "You fucking idiot!"
He sank to the ground, bowing his head low as emotion overcame him. Tears began flowing down his pale cheeks, and his body was shaking harder. He felt as if he had just died, like someone had tore his heart out of its keep, like someone took his soul and killed it.
He recalled the actions committed no longer than two minutes ago. Running away from a forest chasing after them, from a forest quickly turning to stone. He remembered glanceing over his shoulder constantly to make sure Blank was keeping up, and when he saw him suddenly captive by the vines that chased them, he felt as if his own heart would no longer beat. He wasn't sure if he should keep going or if he should run back to Blank. He decided to run and retreive Blank, but Blank had thrown the map the others needed, with an expression on his face that didn't sit well with Zidane. It ment he wanted Zidane to get out, and as hard as it was, Zidane obeyed, turning and running as fast as he could. He grabbed the map right before it hit the ground. And when he had saw the forest seal off, he almost went numb.
"Blank, why did you have to lag behind? Why weren't you fast enough?" He mumbled, falling against the petrified forest. He turned around and sank with his back pressed against it.
He glanced weakly up at the moon. It's gray shades made him think of Blank even more, as gray as his pertrified lover was now. He closed his eyes, remembering the awkward times they had been caught by Baku. From the time when he walked straight onto Blank's 'occupied' sleeping bag and stepped on Zidane's tail to the time that he and Blank got 'carried away' in the meeting area.
And there were memories of gentle touches to rough sex, of Blank kissing his cheek to full on make-out sessions. Times of snuggleing into him when it was freezing to simple gazes into eachothers eyes.
There were so many times when Zidane needed him, so many times when he was secretly emotional and Blank was the only one who noticed he needed a hug. Maybe not the only one who noticed, but the only one who took time to care. It got incredibly lonely without a woman nearby, emotionaly and physicaly. It wasn't until afew years later that Zidane realised who was right infront of him, a young man who was willing to fall in love with another, who was willing to comfort him exactly when he needed.
What was he going to do without Blank?
No, he was going to see those gorgeous brown eyes that made him quiver again, kiss those lips again, touch his skin again.
"There's a way to cure him." As Zidane said this, he felt weakness fall away from his body. He felt life surface again throughtout him, felt his love for Blank grow. He let a small smile of determination, belief and hope slide across his face. "And you, Zidane, are gonna find it."