Dancing with Raindrops
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantsay. Square Enix does. Go Them.
Rating: PG
Pairing: None really
Notes: A piece about Seifer, you can decide who's point of view it is.
It's raining again. I stare at it falling outside my window. The soft plops constant and soothing, as my head rests lightly against my wrist. It's when it rains that I remember him the most, the image like glass. Clear and hazy at the same time.
He only ever cried in the rain. The drops mingling with the saltwater of his tears, where you couldn't tell the difference unless you looked – really hard. I tried to. Once. Years ago when failure didn't mean death and infallible was more than a falsehood. I saw him.
He cried when the sky did, and then laughed in its face. And somehow, that seemed to fit him.
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The grass was soft against my clothed back, peace a comfortable shroud around me when the rain started. It was cold, but I didn't want to go back into Garden yet. So I retreated to a thatch of trees and bushes, providing some shelter instead of the small clearing I was in. I didn't want to relinquish the silence so soon. So I sat longer, watching the rain fall through the trees. Small drops of water landing on my arms and legs, making me shiver slightly. That's when he came, shirt off and somber, walk into the rain as if he was walking to his death. And to him, maybe he was. He turned his face up to the sky, shutting his emerald eyes tighter than a vice, adam's apple bobbing minutely as he swallowed. Letting his toned, almost flawless body be soaked by the cold drops. Elegant face in profile view from my secluded spot of grass. His graceful neck fell, proud shoulders slumped, and he softly sobbed – once. I could hear it, only slightly, I would have missed it if I wasn't so enraptured.
He must have been cold, but he seemed oblivious to it, just as he ignored the water that streaked his form, his hands brought up to shield his eyes from the sting of water. He stood in silence for a few moments, then lifting his head, a smile slowly forming on his features. Not a mocking or cruel smirk, but a genuine smile, one I've never seen him give anyone. Least of all me, and it made my heart swell. Then, the most amazing thing happened, he laughed. A deep baritone resonating through the field, arms outstretched and body twirling slowly around like a child in they're innocent fun.
Dancing, almost. Face looking to the sky, eyes closed, portraying the purest sense of happiness I had ever seen him express. His laughter built, as did the speed of his spinning until it hit its crescendo when a thunderclap sounded and the sky flashed a warning.
He stopped. Smile fading gradually, arms coming to rest at his sides. And I couldn't help but feel a loss as his brief moment of joy ended. His face was still streaked. I couldn't tell if they were tears or raindrops any longer. "See you next time," he said quietly, speaking to the sky I assumed. He sighed and walked off, leaving me in the stunned silence of my hiding place. Only the sound of soft raindrops to keep me company.
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His laughter still echoes in my head. So Pure. So unlike him. I wonder if anyone really knew the real him. Maybe, just maybe, I'll find him again one day and find out for myself. I can't help but wonder if he's out there somewhere right now, laughing, and dancing with raindrops.
As an ending note, I really do this sometimes. 'Emotional Release' as I call it. Sigh. I wish it would rain...