Author's Notes: Yaoi, yaoi, yaoi. I have finally written my Blank and Zidane yaoi fic. A couple of things, Zai is my nickname for Zidane and the words in italics are what the characters are thinking, they are not really saying it out loud, unless if it is not italicized, which shouldn't be hard to understand.
Disclaimer: FFIX, Zidane, and Blank belong to their rightful owners, which I am not one.
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Lost Emotions
*drip drop*
What's going on? Blue eyes pierced the ceiling, staring at the forming water droplets.
Blank? Is that you? A cool gentle breeze seeped through the window, childishly playing with Zidane's hair.
It had been raining earlier that day, and exhausted from the morning travel, Blank and Zidane resorted to the nearest inn, or what seemed like an inn.
Tattered sheets covered the wooden mattress, as a series of holes decorated the wool blanket. What was supposed to be a toilet looked more like a peephole with the stench of animal droppings rising from it. In the corner stood a desk and a drawer made from wood, which had roots and branches still fastened to the sides. The room itself wasn't very big, it was the size of a normal inn's closet, but of course this wasn't a 'normal' inn and the room surely was no closet.
*drop* A soothing, spring dewdrop landed on Zidane's forehead but he reluctantly ignored the specks of water that dropped ever so often, like he reluctantly agreed to stay in this raggedy doll's house just because he was weakened by Blank's pleading look to rest, and besides he didn't want to tire his best friend on this trip, even if misery struck him for only a while.
Blank where did you go?
It had been too long since Blank walked out that door, the same door that made Zidane question whether or not he should go and find his friend. It had been too long, too long and he was sick of waiting, maybe it was more of a fear than being impatient, but it had been too long. It seemed like ages ago he last saw Blank, it had been ages ago, and it had been too long. It had been too long since Blank walked out that door…
"Dammit Zai! I go out to see if there are any shops where we could buy supplies from, doing all the work, and then I find you in bed, sleeping!" Blank yelled, shaking Zidane awake and having the very urge to punch the soul right out of him.
Zidane drowsily opened his eyes to the site of his pissed friend, " Blank you're…back." It had been too long, buddy.
"Of course I'm back, you idiot. What did you think I was? Some kind of screwed up girl that wanted your freaking autograph?"
"I'm glad you're back…" I missed you.
"Are you alright?" Blank edged closer to Zidane, putting a hand to his forehead. "Well you don't seem to be sick, but you seem weird."
"I'm fine." Now that you're here.
Blank wore a complete perplexed look, as Zidane babyishly grinned at him. The space between them got thinner and narrower while Zidane drew nearer to his friend; narrower and slimmer, the air compressed between the two figures, gradually moving out of the way; slimmer and finer like a strand of hair the space came to be; finer and closer they came; closer and closer until nothing could break through the bond the two bodies made. They were locked in a passionate kiss now, nothing could break through this bond, nothing.
"You…you…kissed me!" Blank pushed Zidane back, breaking the tie the two held.
You kissed me, Zai! We kissed…
~To be continued~