Disclaimer: I don't own FF8 nor any of the
characters. The lucky bastards at Square do. So there.
Admiration
Gotta
get him.
I just
haveta get him.
Injure
him.
Scar
his fucking perfection.
Why?
Because I hate him.
At the
same time, I admire him.
His
dedication to his cause.
His way
of thinki-
My
thoughts are cut short as he advances toward me at a ferocious pace, his
Gunblade swishing this way, that way, then
BANG
BANG
BANG
He
slashes at me three times, but I manage to parry his attacks and retreats by a
few steps. I take the opportunity, and ready the magic. I can feel the energy
as it rises from nowhere, through the pit of my stomach, chest, arms,
fingertips, and BOOM! The fireball finds itÕs mark.
Knocked
of his feet, his Gunblade on the floor, I can see he is dazed and defenceless.
He sees me coming towards him and tries to ready himself, but I am too quick
for him. I bring the blade of Hyperion across his face. Blood drops from a gash
right between his eyes. I am pleased and start to relax - but too soon.
He
slashes at my face and I can feel a burning sensation, then a cool liquid
running down my face. Blood. My blood. Hot and sticky.
I can't
quite recall what happened after that.
I found
myself in my dorm, cleaning Hyperion and thinking of our fight.
Whenever
we are in the same place, I guess we feel wary of each other. No, not that -
more a reluctant respect for each other. I mean to say, our instructors have
said we are regarded as two of the best fighters in the history of Garden. I
just think it's natural that we respect each others abilities.
But -
for me, at least - the feelings run deeper. He is much more graceful than me. I
admire HIM as much as his abilities. Don't let Fujin and Raijin hear me say
that though!
Why do
I admire him? I don't know, exactly. Nothing I can put my finger on. It might
be his air of mystery. Not many people at Garden can remember their past - but
that's all in the open. He never let on wether he knows or not.
Something
else...he doesn't need anyone. He is a loner, but always willing to help out.
By being a loner, everything he has achieved, he has managed alone.
See, I
wanna be like him. I know most people - apart from Fujin and Raijin - regard me
as an idiot. Around most people, I am. I just hate being second best, that's
all.
Maybe,
if we are on the same team on the upcoming Field Test, I can try and get him
talking.
Suddenly,
voices. I smile to myself as they get closer.
"Look,
I'm sorry, ya know!?"
"RAGE"
I
didnÕt know your pet chicobo couldn't swim - OUCH!"
"WIMP"
They
walk into my room - wel, Fujin walks, Raijin limps a little - and sit down on
the bed.
"Seifer"
time for class, ya know!? It's the field exam today, ya know!?"
"AFFIRMATIVE"
I gave
a little chuckle at my two mismatched friends as I put Hyperion back in itÕs
case. Following my posse back to the hall, I think that maybe, if I can get to
him, then we can have a Ferocious Four
on the Committee, instead of a Terrible Three...??
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Well,
this is my first fic, so flames are welcome, I guess. Whether I take any notice
of them or not is a different matter. Also, I f I get enough reviews, I'll
carry on with this fic and see where it goes. Bye for now {:o)
