The wonderful thing about fanfiction is no matter how horrendous or good, it's mine even if the copyright belongs to someone else. And while ideas may spawn from other sources, brought to life by things completely related or unrelated, it's something I've done, whether I like it or not.
Second Prompt: Umbrella
Inspiration: Final Fantasy VIII
He was sad and alone and cold and wet.
Even though the others saw him as being fearless and painless and unhurt, he was scared and wanted to scream and hated life as it was given to him. He disliked playing and joking and frolicking in the flowers, because all of it wasn't fun, nor was it right.
He remembered a time when it used to be fun to play at the lighthouse, or to run down the beach, or to chase around the other children (while making sure he made Zell cry at least once.) He remembered fun but he no longer wanted to have it. No, it was much simpler than that, much more serious and sincere that any child had any right to be; orphan or not.
He missed Sis more than anything in the world.
Nothing was fun, or happy, or did anything do anything but hurt in a world without Sis. He cried when no one would see (silently, so Matron wouldn't hear) because it was the only way to relieve his anguish.
And now, he stood in the rain; alone, cold, wet.
Except that suddenly it wasn't raining on him. He looked up to see an obscenely yellow umbrella above him. He glared at the holder, but she looked so sad, and alone that he couldn't glare at her for long, because he could compare to her, and comparison was good when you want nothing more than to be drenched, happy, and not standing in bitter loneliness.
"Do yoo miss Sis?" tiny Selphie asked him as she shielded him from the downpour. And those words were all it took for his barriers to shatter, putting him with his arms around her, sobbing into her ugly yellow shirt, with her arms around him. And he sobbed and cried and screamed as the storm around him raged louder and louder, as if the skies, no, as if Hyne herself was weeping with him.
Minutes, perhaps hours later, they sat on the stones in front of the orphanage, and for the first time since Sis had disappeared, proud Seifer was okay. And Selphie would hold his hand until the tears and raindrops dried.
