A Love Letter
(disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy Type-0)
Set after the ending but contains no spoilers
Note that this is set in an AU and characters may be OoC (forgive me)
Rating: K plus just to be safe
Warning: Not much to worry about, but the language may get a little rough (that's an overstatement...)
To: Cater
From: Eight
Date: January 19, 844
Dear Cater,
Now hear me out. Before you demand why the – as you would say – hell I am writing this letter instead of telling you in person is because…I am afraid. Not afraid of you! No! Of course not! What I'm going to tell you in this letter, well, I don't want to see your reaction. I'm sure reading some of the sentences will greatly upset you. But just read them out until the very end. Oh man, I just know you're going to shoot me. Well whatever. This is why I wrote this out in a letter. At least there's a small chance you won't attack me…
Etro! I really am scared of you! Okay, since I'm being honest. I'm terrified of you. Me and Jack call you the great demon – and before you ask, we call Sice the Grim Reaper – because you give us nightmares. Yeah, take a laugh, it's the truth.
Okay, I'm not going to attack you in any way in this letter. The point of this…you'll see by the end and most likely will rip my head apart. So here we go…
Cater, you are the most amazing person I've ever met – besides Jack and King and maybe – you know what, scratch that. You are the most amazing girl I've ever met. You are so headstrong, so determined. Nothing ever fazes you. You aren't scared of anything either. You always get missions done, even if it would cost your life. Okay, maybe you do get a little carried away on some missions. The time you burnt that village comes into mind, but you always get the job done.
Your spirit is always bright. I'm sure that everyone in class would agree that you definitely raise their spirits with your spunk. Hehe, spunk, that's a really weird word. Crap, I'm acting like Jack. Okay, ignore that (or so I wish, why did I have to write this in pen?)
Also, you always see things in a different light, which can be both good and bad. Good whenever we go on missions. Bad when you over-think the words "Can I borrow your pencil?" I still remember that poor trainee you stabbed in the shoulder with your own pencil. But I guess the good outweighs the bad, so I guess you seeing outside the box is good.
And even though you won't admit it, under that sassy, sarcastic spirit is a kind heart. Sure, you do torture me and Jack on a daily basis and I always have to see Rem or Deuce because of it. Still, you are like the middle sister of the family. You're not too strict (quite the opposite) yet you know when to take up responsibility. Though you do it in subtle ways, we all took notice of it.
I've always considered you as my best friend besides that idiot Jack (though we're more of brothers). I admired the things you did. I could always count on you for anything. Cater, I had no idea what happened between the ten years we've known each other, but you just grew up without me noticing.
You grew up to a fine young woman whom I can't help but desire.
If you've reach this part of the letter, you must have grown patience or skimmed through. How you got here, I don't mind. I'm just glad you got here. I'm sure by the last sentence up there, you know this is not a letter you thought this might be. Please give your attention to this part, because I know you are going to react in ways that I am scared to imagine.
Here it goes. Cater…I hate you. Yeah, you read right. I. HATE. YOU.
I hate how your emotions affect me. I hate the way you laugh. You give me such a warm feeling when you do, especially if you laugh because of me. I always want to make you laugh, because nothing feels better when you do. But when you laugh at me, I just can't help but fall into the deepest despairs. I hate it when you cry. I hate seeing you sad. It is such an ugly emotion and it twists me up inside when you cry. It gets worse when I make you cry – which I did, don't you dare call me a liar – because I never meant to. It's my own fault and my temper just sometimes – okay, often – gets the best of me. I'm sorry.
I hate you for your looks. Cater, you are beautiful. Your eyes, Etro, I love your eyes. They're so fierce, they hold so much power, which is why I always lose to you in our petty debates. Yet, when you smile, your eyes only show joy. And then there is your body. Well, if I go into detail, I might as well kiss this life goodbye. But you turned into such a gorgeous lady. I also hate it when you call yourself ugly, even when you're just teasing yourself. Every time you say that, I want to scream how wrong you are. You aren't ugly Cater, believe me, you aren't.
I hate feeling inferior to you. You both know that you and I are the most competitive in class. I was mad at you when you beat me in races when we were kids. Now that we are older, I hate how you are able to handle missions so calmly while I can't get my head on straight. I want to be better than you because I want to feel like I have a right to be with you.
Do you know what I think of you? You are the badass gun-wielder with no fear. What am I? I'm just a short (I admitted it)…skinny brawler who is too scared to finish a person's life.
Cater, I hate you because I realize that I am in love with you.
I
Am
In
Love
With
You
And I do realize I just wasted how many lines of this paper, but I just want to get my point through. Whenever I am not thinking of school, missions, or keeping Jack out of trouble, my mind goes to you. I think of you for a long time. I think of how I could get even with you, or how to beat you in Tetris. See, as I'm writing this, I could even see that little smirk on your lip. That's how much I know you, Cater.
This is most probably one-sided. I just wanted to explain why I've been acting so weird around you lately…Cater...I just want you to know...even if you don't love me, I'll still love you...in a non-stalkerish way I should add. I will love you as friend, and if you accept that, then that will be way more than enough for me.
From,
Eight
Eight sighed and groaned loudly to himself. He hates loving her. It's turning him to a big desperate wuss! "Glad I got that out of my system." he sighed sadly to himself. This was the fourth confession letter he wrote that no one, not even Cater, would get the chance to read. He crumpled the letter and threw it in the recycling bin.
"At least no one is going to read it." he tried to cheer himself up as he went out of the library.
Too bad he didn't know about the red-headed gunner that overheard him while studying for Kurasame's test, "Why would he throw away something he spent hours on?" Cater asked herself because she knew that Eight would never let hard work go to waste.
She picked up the letter and flattened it on a table nearby. It surprised her to find it so nicely written considering the fact Eight has no patience when it comes to writing. She read it aloud herself and was surprised by the first line, "Dear Cater?"
A/N: May or may not continue with either Cater's reaction or Nine's letter to _ _ _ _ _ (clue: her name ends with an N, has two Es, and she has purple eyes! Try and guess who it is XD) But I'll label it complete for now.
If you wanna know, Cater and Eight were born in the year 825, so they'll be eighteen turning nineteen in the story (their birthdays are on June 9 and August 30 respectively)
Oh, and Cater/Eight (I should name it Ceight, lol, or Eighter XD) is my OTP for Type-0!
Have a Happy New Year!