By StarWolf
8/3/2005
Title: Aperture
Author: StarWolf (elendraug at yahoo dot com)
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Pairing: You can glean a bit of BlankxZidane out of this.
Warnings: Violence, language, implied slash -- if you want to interpret it that way.
Disclaimer: Squaresoft's/Square-Enix's, not mine.
Distribution: Don't put it anywhere. I'll keel j00 ded.
Summary: Thanks in advance.
Author's Notes: Xel helped with the title. Set in disc one,
when Zidane leaves the Prima Vista. I'm near the end of disc two, but
will be done soon.
The back-and-forth banter is bittersweet ( but mostly bitter ); words are exchanged as readily as the medicine and the stifling tension of the destroyed ship. Blank glances up through bangs and belt and doesn't find what he's looking for. Anxious and angry, his molars grind like steel on a whetstone.
It's so much simpler to be curt.
"Sheez."
"Whatever."
"You're full of crap."
"Pshhh."
why don't you?
why am I?
Zidane is enthused as always, ready for something ( anything ) exciting to happen. With one quick movement of wrist and fist, that easy smile could be permanently damaged. His boots make a soft noise on the well-worn wood of a floor he once called home. It'd only take a slice of silver sheen to leave him bleeding into the splinters.
Blank wants to punch him in the face.
Blank wants to slash open his skin.
Blank wants to yell at that fucking apostate until he realises his mistakes and shuts his goddamn mouth and agrees to stay and promises to not pull any more stunts like this and--
"How about never?"
He wants to, but he won't.