Chapter 3: Lover's Lane
It's a Lover's Lane.
A walk of shame.
Where no one is to blame.
A life of recoil,
A death of turmoil.
A way of no escape.
Lover's Lane.
-Silver Child
Fujin walked outside and sighed. It had been a long day and Fujin was tired. Swimming
in her clothes at about ten in the morning, getting in trouble with her 'Superior Officer', and
to top it all off, Seifer wasn't talking to her all day except when she pushed Rinoa into the
lake. Fujin resorted to becoming her quiet, shy self, still embaressed about her speech
impediment.
Sitting on the edge of the dock, she drifted into a sleepless dream, the waves the color of
his eyes, the setting sun, a contrast to his pale blond hair.
Seifer....
But it wasn't Seifer that walked up to her. No, it was a much different figure. A rather
skinney man, who was fat and chubby when she grew up with him as a boy. He sat next to
her with a wreath of dandilions in his hands. Fujin kept her face to the leaving sun.
"I made it for you Fujin. Picked the dandilions m'self, ya know." Raijin said, giving her the
wreath. Smiling slightly, she took the circle of flowers and placed them in her lap. But
tears fell with it.
"What's wrong, Fuj?" he put his arm around her and she cried into his shoulder.
"I'M AWFUL." she coughed. Raijin patted her back.
"No your not, ya know. Your great!" He tried to cheer her up. She didn't say anything for
awhile.
"Come on, Fuj! Tell me!"
"Seifer doesn't like me. He won't talk to me because his girlfriend's a bitch." She said into
his chest, then another wave of emotions came over her and she cried again. Raijin felt like
crying with her, but he wasn't going to spoil this for her. She wasn't going to feel more
guilty as she felt.
Not anymore.
"No way, Fujin. Look at me." He held her, at arms length. Her silver hair was sparkling in
the setting sun, the water making her look like an island girl. "Now give me a smile."
At first, she was reluctant, not smiling, nor frowning. Finally, she gave him a super-cheesy
smile, partially angry.
"Aw, come on, Fuj, just give me a nice, pretty smile, 'kay?" Soon enough, she gave him a
nice, beautiful, casual smile.
"See, that's better. Oh, wait! You need your wreath!" He placed the slightly
discombobulated wreath on her head. She held her smile, mirroring his sorrowful one..
"Now remember, no guy is worth your time of day if he doesn't respect you, ya know?"
Fujin nodded. "Is he really worth all the pain, Fujin?"
Fujin looked down at the wood of the dock. She took a deep breath and nodded.
"I love him. I can't stand knowing that he... his not with me." Fujin explained. "Maybe
you'll find out how much it means when you fall in love someday, Raijin."
(I already have...)
"Come on, let's go back to the house." On the outside, he was smiling.
On the inside, crying.
But with a heavy heart, he walked Fujin back to the house. He considered this a lesson of
time. Just something that you could use in the future. It was just a stroll down
Lane D'Amour.
Just down A Lover's Lane.
It's a Lover's Lane.
A walk of shame.
Where no one is to blame.
A life of recoil,
A death of turmoil.
A way of no escape.
Lover's Lane.
-Silver Child
Fujin walked outside and sighed. It had been a long day and Fujin was tired. Swimming
in her clothes at about ten in the morning, getting in trouble with her 'Superior Officer', and
to top it all off, Seifer wasn't talking to her all day except when she pushed Rinoa into the
lake. Fujin resorted to becoming her quiet, shy self, still embaressed about her speech
impediment.
Sitting on the edge of the dock, she drifted into a sleepless dream, the waves the color of
his eyes, the setting sun, a contrast to his pale blond hair.
Seifer....
But it wasn't Seifer that walked up to her. No, it was a much different figure. A rather
skinney man, who was fat and chubby when she grew up with him as a boy. He sat next to
her with a wreath of dandilions in his hands. Fujin kept her face to the leaving sun.
"I made it for you Fujin. Picked the dandilions m'self, ya know." Raijin said, giving her the
wreath. Smiling slightly, she took the circle of flowers and placed them in her lap. But
tears fell with it.
"What's wrong, Fuj?" he put his arm around her and she cried into his shoulder.
"I'M AWFUL." she coughed. Raijin patted her back.
"No your not, ya know. Your great!" He tried to cheer her up. She didn't say anything for
awhile.
"Come on, Fuj! Tell me!"
"Seifer doesn't like me. He won't talk to me because his girlfriend's a bitch." She said into
his chest, then another wave of emotions came over her and she cried again. Raijin felt like
crying with her, but he wasn't going to spoil this for her. She wasn't going to feel more
guilty as she felt.
Not anymore.
"No way, Fujin. Look at me." He held her, at arms length. Her silver hair was sparkling in
the setting sun, the water making her look like an island girl. "Now give me a smile."
At first, she was reluctant, not smiling, nor frowning. Finally, she gave him a super-cheesy
smile, partially angry.
"Aw, come on, Fuj, just give me a nice, pretty smile, 'kay?" Soon enough, she gave him a
nice, beautiful, casual smile.
"See, that's better. Oh, wait! You need your wreath!" He placed the slightly
discombobulated wreath on her head. She held her smile, mirroring his sorrowful one..
"Now remember, no guy is worth your time of day if he doesn't respect you, ya know?"
Fujin nodded. "Is he really worth all the pain, Fujin?"
Fujin looked down at the wood of the dock. She took a deep breath and nodded.
"I love him. I can't stand knowing that he... his not with me." Fujin explained. "Maybe
you'll find out how much it means when you fall in love someday, Raijin."
(I already have...)
"Come on, let's go back to the house." On the outside, he was smiling.
On the inside, crying.
But with a heavy heart, he walked Fujin back to the house. He considered this a lesson of
time. Just something that you could use in the future. It was just a stroll down
Lane D'Amour.
Just down A Lover's Lane.