a/n: Hi everyone, I'm back and alive~ For those of you who are still waiting on TAITS, I will be concluding that within these next two weeks so I can start the Sequel during the spring. So, this is my first Final Fantasy VIII fanfic (SxS)...enjoy~
Tears for the Moon
Prologue:
He couldn't hold it back any longer. The scream escaped his lips and bounced off the metal walls of the room. His nerves were on fire and his body was writhing in pain as the electricity shot through his veins at an excruciatingly slow speed. But the pain didn't really register in his mind- it wasn't important to him just yet. The only thing that really made it through the fog in his mind was the one standing in front of him, smiling in a twisted fashion that he hoped- no prayed, didn't reach his eyes. The name floated through his foggy, clouded head.
…Seifer…
It seemed that whenever he finally managed to get the other boy off of his mind, he ended up meeting him in person right after. The first time had been when his squad had had witnessed Seifer disappearing with the sorceress, Edea. They had thought for certain that he was dead. At that time, the idea of Seifer being gone for good had been too much for him to handle. He had lost control- let his emotions get the better of him, and becoming lost in the storm of pain and despair, he had done what first came to mind- he ran.
Of course, when he finally came to terms with Seifer's death, Seifer returned back into his life, riding triumphantly next to the sorceress in her parade- the Queen he always dreamed of.
Why? …it felt stupid, asking himself that. He already knew the answer- the boy had told him countless times back at Balamb. Squall felt his fist curl despite the pain.
…his romantic dream…
As the electricity increased, he felt himself slipping further and further away from consciousness, yet as he remembered the strange and eerily familiar warmth that had flooded through him when Seifer had grabbed hold of him to take him to the torture room, fragile memories of a seemingly forgotten past had wormed their way back into his mind. As his eyes closed they became all too clear.