A few months later, Fujin was sitting in her apartment in Dollet and watching TV, gently shushing the newborn baby on her lap.
"Shh... Comercials are over, little Seifer... Shush." The news returned, and Fujin was not paying attention to it, well, not until they mentioned his name.
"Sorceress Azteca was assassinated yesterday by Seifer Almasy. This brought bittersweet feelings about the nations, but we have an interveiw with him here. Let's take a look." Fujin watched intently. The camera went to Seifer, who looked impatient and tired, looking oddly at a reporter. So... he was alive...!
"Mr. Almasy has a child of 10 months, and was devastated by the attacks to such an extent that he killed the sorceress..." Fujin was enraged. She kicked in the T.V, and stormed off to put the baby in it's crib, reminding herself to change it's name.
So... he impreganted someone else... and the baby was born ten months ago... Whereas I was pregnant two months after... On her way back into the living room, she realized how hard it had been to afford that small used TV, and how she just ruined it...
"Fuck..." She whispered, forking her fingers through her hair. Just forget him, she kept reminding herself. Just forget it. He is an ass, and he always will be. As pictures of this "ass" ran through her mind, she got dizzy, and tears fell from her eye, and she plopped on the sofa, praying to sleep forever.
****
"Now, where the fuck...?" Seifer muttered looking around the Dollet residental buildings. He had received an anonymous tip that his dearly beloved Fujin was still alive, and so now, he was searching through Dollet looking for a clue as to where her location was.
"Fuck!" Mimiced the never been claimed baby in his arms. He named her Fujin, since he had no idea what her name was.
"No, no, no. Don't say *that* as your first word! God dammit! That's a bad word, never say that again," the single father scolded.
"...Daddy!"
"That's better..." He heard a crash from an apartment complex, then a sizzle, and he wondered what this was. Laden with curiosity, he trotted over to the entrance, and hit the button to the fourth floor, since that was where the sound came from. This awakened the resident, who was indeed Fujin, from her "supposed" eternal sleep, and she answered in a lazy, fed-up-with-life voice:
"What the fuck... do you want?"
"Uhh... Who's this?"
"Well, geez, I dunno, I'm not the fucking one who's running around fucking Dollet and pressing fucking buttons... Who the fuck is this, is what I'm getting at..."
"Fujin." He stated, praying deep inside.
"Who the fuck? Come up." He heard a beep, opening the door, and he felt as though maybe it wasn't Fujin. And by the way she said "Come up," he felt as though he had entered "The Godfather," or something like that... He trudged up the stairs, and walked in through the open door of her apartment, and seen her, standing next to a smoking kicked-in TV.
"Fuu...! Shit! You're alive!" She did not look shocked or happy about his coming, almost indifferent.
"Your baby... is in the next room." She said, sitting on the sofa.
"Yeah, yeah, but you're in this room... Look... Fujin, I'm so shocked to see you alive! Why don't you seem surprised?"
"Who'd you fuck to get that one...?" She asked him, quite bluntly, standing up.
"...FUCK!" The little baby in Seifer's arms shouted.
"Hey, what I tell you about that word!?" Seifer scolded, again.
"Sorry, Dadda." Seifer set the baby on the sofa.
"Yeah, okay. Anyway. No one! I didn't fuck anyone..." He protested, truly hurt, but not surprised.
"...Oh? You had it on your own?" She snapped, glaring at him.
"No... I found it, in the rubble." Memories of a baby screaming before she had a concussion lingered, but, was that the same baby?
"...Really?" Fujin nearly stammered, filled with a relief that she did not understand.
"I swear." Fujin could feel her insides breaking into tiny, irreplacable peices as she found herself, struggling not to cry, in Seifer's arms.
"I love you, Fujin."
"I... love you too." She said, nearly choking on the lump in her throat.
"Hey... Fuu, you don't have to be so strong all time... You can cry..."
"N-no..." She stammered, not able to remember any other words as he held her.
"I know you need to cry sometimes, so, ... I want you to do it in my arms..." Maybe he was right. Am I weaker than this? She asked herself.
"Seifer..." That was the next word in her vocabulary.
"Shh, it's okay." And he held her close, as she wept. She wept about Shanai, she wept about Raijin, she wept about Balamb, she wept about missed time with Seifer, and she wept, mainly for, the love she now had.
_The_End_
"Shh... Comercials are over, little Seifer... Shush." The news returned, and Fujin was not paying attention to it, well, not until they mentioned his name.
"Sorceress Azteca was assassinated yesterday by Seifer Almasy. This brought bittersweet feelings about the nations, but we have an interveiw with him here. Let's take a look." Fujin watched intently. The camera went to Seifer, who looked impatient and tired, looking oddly at a reporter. So... he was alive...!
"Mr. Almasy has a child of 10 months, and was devastated by the attacks to such an extent that he killed the sorceress..." Fujin was enraged. She kicked in the T.V, and stormed off to put the baby in it's crib, reminding herself to change it's name.
So... he impreganted someone else... and the baby was born ten months ago... Whereas I was pregnant two months after... On her way back into the living room, she realized how hard it had been to afford that small used TV, and how she just ruined it...
"Fuck..." She whispered, forking her fingers through her hair. Just forget him, she kept reminding herself. Just forget it. He is an ass, and he always will be. As pictures of this "ass" ran through her mind, she got dizzy, and tears fell from her eye, and she plopped on the sofa, praying to sleep forever.
****
"Now, where the fuck...?" Seifer muttered looking around the Dollet residental buildings. He had received an anonymous tip that his dearly beloved Fujin was still alive, and so now, he was searching through Dollet looking for a clue as to where her location was.
"Fuck!" Mimiced the never been claimed baby in his arms. He named her Fujin, since he had no idea what her name was.
"No, no, no. Don't say *that* as your first word! God dammit! That's a bad word, never say that again," the single father scolded.
"...Daddy!"
"That's better..." He heard a crash from an apartment complex, then a sizzle, and he wondered what this was. Laden with curiosity, he trotted over to the entrance, and hit the button to the fourth floor, since that was where the sound came from. This awakened the resident, who was indeed Fujin, from her "supposed" eternal sleep, and she answered in a lazy, fed-up-with-life voice:
"What the fuck... do you want?"
"Uhh... Who's this?"
"Well, geez, I dunno, I'm not the fucking one who's running around fucking Dollet and pressing fucking buttons... Who the fuck is this, is what I'm getting at..."
"Fujin." He stated, praying deep inside.
"Who the fuck? Come up." He heard a beep, opening the door, and he felt as though maybe it wasn't Fujin. And by the way she said "Come up," he felt as though he had entered "The Godfather," or something like that... He trudged up the stairs, and walked in through the open door of her apartment, and seen her, standing next to a smoking kicked-in TV.
"Fuu...! Shit! You're alive!" She did not look shocked or happy about his coming, almost indifferent.
"Your baby... is in the next room." She said, sitting on the sofa.
"Yeah, yeah, but you're in this room... Look... Fujin, I'm so shocked to see you alive! Why don't you seem surprised?"
"Who'd you fuck to get that one...?" She asked him, quite bluntly, standing up.
"...FUCK!" The little baby in Seifer's arms shouted.
"Hey, what I tell you about that word!?" Seifer scolded, again.
"Sorry, Dadda." Seifer set the baby on the sofa.
"Yeah, okay. Anyway. No one! I didn't fuck anyone..." He protested, truly hurt, but not surprised.
"...Oh? You had it on your own?" She snapped, glaring at him.
"No... I found it, in the rubble." Memories of a baby screaming before she had a concussion lingered, but, was that the same baby?
"...Really?" Fujin nearly stammered, filled with a relief that she did not understand.
"I swear." Fujin could feel her insides breaking into tiny, irreplacable peices as she found herself, struggling not to cry, in Seifer's arms.
"I love you, Fujin."
"I... love you too." She said, nearly choking on the lump in her throat.
"Hey... Fuu, you don't have to be so strong all time... You can cry..."
"N-no..." She stammered, not able to remember any other words as he held her.
"I know you need to cry sometimes, so, ... I want you to do it in my arms..." Maybe he was right. Am I weaker than this? She asked herself.
"Seifer..." That was the next word in her vocabulary.
"Shh, it's okay." And he held her close, as she wept. She wept about Shanai, she wept about Raijin, she wept about Balamb, she wept about missed time with Seifer, and she wept, mainly for, the love she now had.
_The_End_
