Butterfly
Disclaimer: Dis-claimer. Does that sound like I own it? nnnnnnoooooo0000OOOOOOO...
So my story is only a story and the Game Final Fantasy is not mine. It's just a story... not necessarily MY STORY. (okay, too much FFX)
What is this about?: It's a Medieval Times, Middle Age fic about Fujin and Squall. Fujin is a unmarried woman who lives with Seifer and Raijin, Squall is a Prince, Rinoa is a Lady (you know what I mean) and his betrothed, Quistis is her nurse (or overseer), Zell is an inventor, who is falling for Seifer, Selphie is a seamstress who is love with Sheriff Irvine.
I was feeling for twist towards the weird.
Coupilations: SquFuu... heh, that's funny. Um, Selphie and Irvine... and Seifer and Zell (It was a challenge given to me by SakuraCaller and myself to write a good fanfic including or it being about a couple I don't usually read over the summer. HA, I did it.)
Genre: Romance... and fun.... (Just not, like, having more fun in bed.)
Rating: Who knows... I mean.. like PG-13ish... maybe even PG... (shrugs) No wait... my arguing scenes are definitely PG-13... okay, I got it now.
Dedication: SakuraCaller, Lady Garnet Arwenia and to fellow Fujin/Squall lovers, Unoriginality and Renoa Heartily. (Sorry, Uncreativity. This is one of the only times I've every written a Fujin fic without Seifer as her main man. Gomen nasai, J'ai regret, and I apologize.)
Warning: This thing can turn from Fluffy to Ansty in a matter of seconds... I think that poor Kasualyte in my head was having a Field day with Masoku and Leili
Chapter One: Orphan
A young woman ran through the streets, the air blowing out of her mouth in thick clouds. Her brown, leather shoes protected her small feet from the snow, but nothing else but her clothes and thin, light brown cloak protected her from the snow and chilly night air. In her arms, she carried a bundle, shielded from the harsh weather of a Balamb winter night.
The woman inhaled. The icy cold burned the back of her throat, as impossible as it seems. The icy cold filled her lungs and began to frost her insides over. She shivered and held the bundle close to her chest, stroking the back of it's top. The woman began to rock and hush the wrapped lead. The bundle shuddered.
"It's okay, little one." the woman cooed. "It's okay." she looked around. "I'll find that place."
She uncovered the blankets. Under the covers was a pale baby girl. Her hair was silver and translucent in the moonlight. She slept peacefully as she lightly snored.
The woman watched her baby sleep, her breath curling into the night air. She brushed a couple of pale strands out of her face. Her fingertips grazed the top of her forehead and the baby stirred. Her eyes flickered open, revealing ruby red pupils. She gurgled and reached up to grab her mother's fingers.
"My baby... my sweet, adorable baby..." she nuzzled the child.
"Over here!" someone yelled. A couple (male and female, if you must know) stood at a doorway, waving towards her. the woman let out a breath and ran towards them.
"You poor thing," the other female said. "Your braid has icicles in it." she brushed off the woman and the man allowed her through the door way.
* * *
The woman sat on a comfortable chair in the little cabin, the baby on her lap under new covers (the other one was too wet from snow). The people had given her a warm comforter and a hot steaming mug of tea. Plus, the fireplace was roaring. Though the family was obviously poor, they had a keen sense of what was proper and what not. The didn't have to worry about much. The small cabin was a place far from civilization and she could tell that the snow covered what could be lush meadows and fields in the spring. She wondered if they had any chocobos in the small barn behind them.
The couple sat across from her and watched her sip her drink. "So, is their anything you would like to talk to us about before you go to bed?" the other lady asked.
The woman choked on her drink. "Bed?"
"Oh yes," the couple exchanged a look. The man spoke next. "We thought you were going to live with us. That's why you sent the telegram, did you not?"
"Yes, I did. But, that's not what I ment." she put the cup down on the wooden coffee table. "I would like to ask you of a different favor." she placed a hand on the baby's stomach.
"What, pray tell, would that be?" the lady asked.
"Well," the woman began. She carefully thought about her words. "You both know my line of work. My poor baby was born at an awful time. The winter days and nights waiting for me to finish my selling will surely finish her off. My young one is only 2 weeks old and everything is taking a toll on her."
"What are you asking for?" the other woman asked.
The young woman took a deep breath. "I am asking you to please take care of my baby."
"Are you in danger, dear?" the man asked. "Because if you are-"
"No, no. I'm not in any real danger. I just need her to be safe." the woman brought the child closer to her. "So you understand my predicament." she began to cradle the baby.
The other two gripped their cups tightly. The lady seemed as if she was going to break it.
"So, we should take care of your baby." the man said, slowly.
"Baby? We have a baby, ya know?" a young, dark-skinned boy stumbled down the stairs. He wore a white night shirt and his hair was slightly tousled from sleep. He was probably no more than a foot tall. His mother beckoned to him and he jumped into her lap.
"This," she said, "Is our two-year old son, Raijin."
"Mommy, we are having a baby?" his big, brown eyes bore into his mother. She opened her mouth as if to answer, then realized that she couldn't. She looked to her husband for help.
He sighed. "Yes, we are bringing up a baby."
The woman stood up, tears filling her eyes. "Thank you,"
* * *
The four of them reached the door. The woman sighed. She had been dreading this part. She rocked the young on in her arms as the baby played with her fingers again. She chocked back tears. The baby didn't even have a name yet.
The baby looked up to her mother and opened her eyes wider. She became curious. Why was her mommy crying? She touched her tear soaked cheeks and more spilled over at this kind gesture. The woman held on to her tight and let her tears flow silently.
"Could you two... do me a favor?" she asked. She rummaged with one arm through her pockets and produced a single white envelope. There was a bulge at the bottom of it, obviously a small item.
"Give this to her, when she is old enough." the woman said. "To let her know that her mommy lovers her. " After one more hug, she surrendered the baby and left the house.
"Wait!" the other woman called out. "We don't know her name!"
The woman turned around slowly. "It's.... Fujin.... Fujin Kazeno."
* * *
Approximately three weeks later, Aerith Gainsbourough was pronounced to have entered the life stream.
A/N: Got ya there, didn't I? Here was my train of thought. I knew that I would have to write a chapter like this, but I didn't know who would play the mother. One our later, I realized how stupid I was. Fujin was albino, so anyone could play the mother. But I had to make it someone that would leave an impression. But who?
But who, indeed! I went on line to clear my head and I went to look up Final Fantasy sites. Wouldn't you know it? Lo and behold, a random shrine had an Aerith background and I began to wonder. It was BRILLIANT!!! Clearly I had a thunder... cool!
Aerith was a smart person. She would have never given Fujin her last name for security reasons. Of course, after living with a baby for even 2 weeks, she would know something about Fujin's powers. So the last name Kazeno was dealt, a made up surname, but a powerful one.
So, there you go! R&R.... please!!!!
Oh yeah, more to come!
Disclaimer: Dis-claimer. Does that sound like I own it? nnnnnnoooooo0000OOOOOOO...
So my story is only a story and the Game Final Fantasy is not mine. It's just a story... not necessarily MY STORY. (okay, too much FFX)
What is this about?: It's a Medieval Times, Middle Age fic about Fujin and Squall. Fujin is a unmarried woman who lives with Seifer and Raijin, Squall is a Prince, Rinoa is a Lady (you know what I mean) and his betrothed, Quistis is her nurse (or overseer), Zell is an inventor, who is falling for Seifer, Selphie is a seamstress who is love with Sheriff Irvine.
I was feeling for twist towards the weird.
Coupilations: SquFuu... heh, that's funny. Um, Selphie and Irvine... and Seifer and Zell (It was a challenge given to me by SakuraCaller and myself to write a good fanfic including or it being about a couple I don't usually read over the summer. HA, I did it.)
Genre: Romance... and fun.... (Just not, like, having more fun in bed.)
Rating: Who knows... I mean.. like PG-13ish... maybe even PG... (shrugs) No wait... my arguing scenes are definitely PG-13... okay, I got it now.
Dedication: SakuraCaller, Lady Garnet Arwenia and to fellow Fujin/Squall lovers, Unoriginality and Renoa Heartily. (Sorry, Uncreativity. This is one of the only times I've every written a Fujin fic without Seifer as her main man. Gomen nasai, J'ai regret, and I apologize.)
Warning: This thing can turn from Fluffy to Ansty in a matter of seconds... I think that poor Kasualyte in my head was having a Field day with Masoku and Leili
Chapter One: Orphan
A young woman ran through the streets, the air blowing out of her mouth in thick clouds. Her brown, leather shoes protected her small feet from the snow, but nothing else but her clothes and thin, light brown cloak protected her from the snow and chilly night air. In her arms, she carried a bundle, shielded from the harsh weather of a Balamb winter night.
The woman inhaled. The icy cold burned the back of her throat, as impossible as it seems. The icy cold filled her lungs and began to frost her insides over. She shivered and held the bundle close to her chest, stroking the back of it's top. The woman began to rock and hush the wrapped lead. The bundle shuddered.
"It's okay, little one." the woman cooed. "It's okay." she looked around. "I'll find that place."
She uncovered the blankets. Under the covers was a pale baby girl. Her hair was silver and translucent in the moonlight. She slept peacefully as she lightly snored.
The woman watched her baby sleep, her breath curling into the night air. She brushed a couple of pale strands out of her face. Her fingertips grazed the top of her forehead and the baby stirred. Her eyes flickered open, revealing ruby red pupils. She gurgled and reached up to grab her mother's fingers.
"My baby... my sweet, adorable baby..." she nuzzled the child.
"Over here!" someone yelled. A couple (male and female, if you must know) stood at a doorway, waving towards her. the woman let out a breath and ran towards them.
"You poor thing," the other female said. "Your braid has icicles in it." she brushed off the woman and the man allowed her through the door way.
* * *
The woman sat on a comfortable chair in the little cabin, the baby on her lap under new covers (the other one was too wet from snow). The people had given her a warm comforter and a hot steaming mug of tea. Plus, the fireplace was roaring. Though the family was obviously poor, they had a keen sense of what was proper and what not. The didn't have to worry about much. The small cabin was a place far from civilization and she could tell that the snow covered what could be lush meadows and fields in the spring. She wondered if they had any chocobos in the small barn behind them.
The couple sat across from her and watched her sip her drink. "So, is their anything you would like to talk to us about before you go to bed?" the other lady asked.
The woman choked on her drink. "Bed?"
"Oh yes," the couple exchanged a look. The man spoke next. "We thought you were going to live with us. That's why you sent the telegram, did you not?"
"Yes, I did. But, that's not what I ment." she put the cup down on the wooden coffee table. "I would like to ask you of a different favor." she placed a hand on the baby's stomach.
"What, pray tell, would that be?" the lady asked.
"Well," the woman began. She carefully thought about her words. "You both know my line of work. My poor baby was born at an awful time. The winter days and nights waiting for me to finish my selling will surely finish her off. My young one is only 2 weeks old and everything is taking a toll on her."
"What are you asking for?" the other woman asked.
The young woman took a deep breath. "I am asking you to please take care of my baby."
"Are you in danger, dear?" the man asked. "Because if you are-"
"No, no. I'm not in any real danger. I just need her to be safe." the woman brought the child closer to her. "So you understand my predicament." she began to cradle the baby.
The other two gripped their cups tightly. The lady seemed as if she was going to break it.
"So, we should take care of your baby." the man said, slowly.
"Baby? We have a baby, ya know?" a young, dark-skinned boy stumbled down the stairs. He wore a white night shirt and his hair was slightly tousled from sleep. He was probably no more than a foot tall. His mother beckoned to him and he jumped into her lap.
"This," she said, "Is our two-year old son, Raijin."
"Mommy, we are having a baby?" his big, brown eyes bore into his mother. She opened her mouth as if to answer, then realized that she couldn't. She looked to her husband for help.
He sighed. "Yes, we are bringing up a baby."
The woman stood up, tears filling her eyes. "Thank you,"
* * *
The four of them reached the door. The woman sighed. She had been dreading this part. She rocked the young on in her arms as the baby played with her fingers again. She chocked back tears. The baby didn't even have a name yet.
The baby looked up to her mother and opened her eyes wider. She became curious. Why was her mommy crying? She touched her tear soaked cheeks and more spilled over at this kind gesture. The woman held on to her tight and let her tears flow silently.
"Could you two... do me a favor?" she asked. She rummaged with one arm through her pockets and produced a single white envelope. There was a bulge at the bottom of it, obviously a small item.
"Give this to her, when she is old enough." the woman said. "To let her know that her mommy lovers her. " After one more hug, she surrendered the baby and left the house.
"Wait!" the other woman called out. "We don't know her name!"
The woman turned around slowly. "It's.... Fujin.... Fujin Kazeno."
* * *
Approximately three weeks later, Aerith Gainsbourough was pronounced to have entered the life stream.
A/N: Got ya there, didn't I? Here was my train of thought. I knew that I would have to write a chapter like this, but I didn't know who would play the mother. One our later, I realized how stupid I was. Fujin was albino, so anyone could play the mother. But I had to make it someone that would leave an impression. But who?
But who, indeed! I went on line to clear my head and I went to look up Final Fantasy sites. Wouldn't you know it? Lo and behold, a random shrine had an Aerith background and I began to wonder. It was BRILLIANT!!! Clearly I had a thunder... cool!
Aerith was a smart person. She would have never given Fujin her last name for security reasons. Of course, after living with a baby for even 2 weeks, she would know something about Fujin's powers. So the last name Kazeno was dealt, a made up surname, but a powerful one.
So, there you go! R&R.... please!!!!
Oh yeah, more to come!