Okay...well. This is my first FFVIII fanfic. Be gentle. I was thinking of making a sequel. Maybe, I dunno. This is on the Yaoi-ish side. Not badly though. If you don't know what Yaoi is...it's a male/male relationship. If this offends you, don't read it. Flame me if you want, I don't care, then I can just laugh at your stupidity. By the way. I don't own the people of Final Fantasy, Squaresoft does. So...don't sue me...I'm poor. I'm not making money off this. This fic contains Squall/Seifer....oi, they're cute. This takes place at the parade (when Squall plays pin cushion and falls off the float). This is what I feel should have been going through his head. Anyways, if you're still reading this...I'm sorry that it's so long...
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Comfort
Seifer.
The name gives me chills.
Of anger? Of pain? Of pleasure? I don't know which.
I glare at that smug grin you have plastered on your face as you watch me fall.
But there's something in your eyes...I can't tell what it is exactly but it looks almost like....fear.
Rinoa is reaching for me, when she already knows it's too late to grab me.
I feel like....like...I'm going to...
Die.
Will you make a mockery of my death? Kiss my cold lips and fake sadness, giving a fake speech about "How everyone loved puberty boy"?
Then you'll slip into your...cold...egotistical mask once more? Somehow, I doubt it.
What will you do without me? I'm your archrival, your equal, your...mirror image. You need me.
Right?
Our eyes lock and I can't help but wonder...why do you look so hurt? Do you actually care for me?
I suppose you see the question in my eyes because your smile falters...changes. It takes on a look of...regret, sadness, uncertainty, and most of all...a small flicker of caring.BR
Your smile. It stands out in my mind.
I allow a small smile, just a small one as I reach out. Not for Rinoa, but for...you.
Your smile says a million words. You should smile more often.
And suddenly I feel so...
Complete.
And as my world turns black, I have one final thought.
I love you too.
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Now isn't that great? Pointers people, give me pointers! Thanks for reading this dorky thing! And sorry that it's kinda...well....short....blah!