~To Love
What is Hated~
(Teaser- Hee hee hee! I'm evil!!!)
"We can't let you do this! *I* can't let you do this!" Seifer shouted. Zell's brows furrowed lightly.
"I have to. You and I both knew I'd have to give myself up eventually." The small blonde replied lowering his eyes.
"Chickenwuss... Zell, I..."
~Fithos~
"No." Zell whispered shuting his eyes.
~Lusec~
"It can't be true! I can't believe it! I *won't* believe it!" Zell clapped his hands over his ears, trying to drown out the ringing voices that echoed around him.
~Weicos~
"I'm not ready yet! I can't do it! The hell! I don't even know *what* to do! Mom... tell me what I need to do." He whispered sinking to his knees.
~VENOSEC~
"It's my destiny... I must accept that..." Zell stood...
"We have a new enemy." Cid explained. " The Crow, they call themselves. I am dispatching the best SeeDs to find The Three Keys. That is what they are searching for. Life, Existence, and Death. They are the protectors of *him*."
"Who?" Irvine asked...
"Mom! Dad!" Zell cried as he ran to his parents. He had just found them. He wasn't about to loose them...
"What?" Nida wondered out loud. "Quistis, are you sure I'm.?" He began. Quistis gave a firm nod. At this, Nida smiled thinly.
"It fits doesn't it? Exist. that's all I do." His golden eyes reflected pain.
"Nida, don't say that." Quistis began softly...
"Siefer! Come outta there ya know. Ya can't just stay in there ya know!" Raijin pleaded.
"SEIFER. PLEASE." Fujin agreed.
"Leave me alone! The only person I ever loved... gone..." Fujin snapped.
"Stop laying there dying in your own self pity!" And Seifer smiled.
"Death becomes me, does it not?"
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Prologue
I push myself a few steps farther forward. Hyne, how the hell did it get so hot...? I wonder as I feel the world swirl beneath me. I try to take another step forward but the ground seems to sink away before my foot can touch it. Damn rude if you ask me.
"Almost there..." I whisper to myself encouragingly. I can see the Garden now. Balamb Garden, my only home, whether anybody likes it or not. I heard it was docking near Traibia, what a nice chance to see everyone again! Well, I wasn't that happy about seeing certain people who will remain nameless (SQUALL LEONHART!!!!) but you know, considering all the shit he put me through, it's expected, so I suppose I'm off the hook. Do I have an excuse?? No. I guess not. Well, not here anyways. Never here. Ever. This is the place people made ostracized me and I remember a *certain* instructor who will also remain nameless (INSTRUCTOR NUMBER FOURTEEN, QUISTIS M. TREPE!!!!) calling me a joke. Or calling me calling myself a SeeD a joke to be more precise. Either way, I was a joke. I'm always a joke. Why was I coming back here again?? Oh yeah. Him. There will always be him. Even though he hates me, I'm almost positive. Even though I know that his blood will boil when he sees me, it's all worth it to see him, right? Of course it is. How long has it been anyway? After... Ultimicia? About a year I guess. It was quite easily one of the worst years of my life. The Garden. I'm home. Home. What is home anyway? Did I ever have a home? Sure. I've had lots. The orphanage, though most of the children there hated or feared me or both. Then there was my first foster home. I remember it because it would be too hard to forget. Shouting. Slaps. Crying. Punches. Anger. Kicks. Helplessness. Then there were the streets, ahh, and the streets. Perhaps my only true home in my whole life. The piss-stenched alleyways, the bums, the drunks, my resorting to being a pick pocket when food was too hard to get, scamming innocent idiots for cash, stealing food when I couldn't get money. It may sound fun in books and movies and it is. Besides sleeping in a an alleyway on the cement, getting beat up by other street rats twice your age for your food, sickness (one of my favorite pastimes then was being sick) and hunger, there was always hunger. After that was the Garden. Yeah. I think the Garden was next. At least I had some fond memories of the Garden. I had friends there at least. Sort of. Then, there was Sorceress Edea. Possibly the stupidest decision I had ever made in my life. Joining her I mean. But in a strange way, I was back at square one. I was a lost puppy looking for an owner and I found one. In some twisted way, I was an orphanage brat again. Or that's how I felt. But She wasn't Matron she was different. Darker. Did you know she called me a foolish child? The nerve of her! Normally that's how I would have felt. But no, I felt like a little kid who had done something bad. And in a way I was. I let Matron down. Edea. Sorceress Edea. Whatever. Then, things were over. I could relax. I could have fun. Hell, I even took up fishing for a while. It was an interesting hobby. A boring one at times, but hey... then my two 'fishing buddies' decided: 'Hey! Let's get married!' Yeah. I was surprised too; sitting out there with a stick in your hand does stuff to you. Then, there were the streets again. My most unwelcome home. Now here I am, staggering like some kind of *idiot* toward the Garden to see him again. I put my hand on the railing leading to the Garden to steady myself. A student notices me.
"You all right man? You look sick."
"No shit Sherlock." I manage to choke out before spitting up a mouthful of blood. But hey, that's the way thing are. I think to myself as I collapse.
(Teaser- Hee hee hee! I'm evil!!!)
"We can't let you do this! *I* can't let you do this!" Seifer shouted. Zell's brows furrowed lightly.
"I have to. You and I both knew I'd have to give myself up eventually." The small blonde replied lowering his eyes.
"Chickenwuss... Zell, I..."
~Fithos~
"No." Zell whispered shuting his eyes.
~Lusec~
"It can't be true! I can't believe it! I *won't* believe it!" Zell clapped his hands over his ears, trying to drown out the ringing voices that echoed around him.
~Weicos~
"I'm not ready yet! I can't do it! The hell! I don't even know *what* to do! Mom... tell me what I need to do." He whispered sinking to his knees.
~VENOSEC~
"It's my destiny... I must accept that..." Zell stood...
"We have a new enemy." Cid explained. " The Crow, they call themselves. I am dispatching the best SeeDs to find The Three Keys. That is what they are searching for. Life, Existence, and Death. They are the protectors of *him*."
"Who?" Irvine asked...
"Mom! Dad!" Zell cried as he ran to his parents. He had just found them. He wasn't about to loose them...
"What?" Nida wondered out loud. "Quistis, are you sure I'm.?" He began. Quistis gave a firm nod. At this, Nida smiled thinly.
"It fits doesn't it? Exist. that's all I do." His golden eyes reflected pain.
"Nida, don't say that." Quistis began softly...
"Siefer! Come outta there ya know. Ya can't just stay in there ya know!" Raijin pleaded.
"SEIFER. PLEASE." Fujin agreed.
"Leave me alone! The only person I ever loved... gone..." Fujin snapped.
"Stop laying there dying in your own self pity!" And Seifer smiled.
"Death becomes me, does it not?"
Weeeeeeell? Huh? Huh? Whaddaya think? You like? Oh how I love a good teaser! Don't worry, the prolouge'll be up soon an' then if ya like that. chapter one!!!!! Yay! But I want at least ONE review before I continue!!
Prologue
I push myself a few steps farther forward. Hyne, how the hell did it get so hot...? I wonder as I feel the world swirl beneath me. I try to take another step forward but the ground seems to sink away before my foot can touch it. Damn rude if you ask me.
"Almost there..." I whisper to myself encouragingly. I can see the Garden now. Balamb Garden, my only home, whether anybody likes it or not. I heard it was docking near Traibia, what a nice chance to see everyone again! Well, I wasn't that happy about seeing certain people who will remain nameless (SQUALL LEONHART!!!!) but you know, considering all the shit he put me through, it's expected, so I suppose I'm off the hook. Do I have an excuse?? No. I guess not. Well, not here anyways. Never here. Ever. This is the place people made ostracized me and I remember a *certain* instructor who will also remain nameless (INSTRUCTOR NUMBER FOURTEEN, QUISTIS M. TREPE!!!!) calling me a joke. Or calling me calling myself a SeeD a joke to be more precise. Either way, I was a joke. I'm always a joke. Why was I coming back here again?? Oh yeah. Him. There will always be him. Even though he hates me, I'm almost positive. Even though I know that his blood will boil when he sees me, it's all worth it to see him, right? Of course it is. How long has it been anyway? After... Ultimicia? About a year I guess. It was quite easily one of the worst years of my life. The Garden. I'm home. Home. What is home anyway? Did I ever have a home? Sure. I've had lots. The orphanage, though most of the children there hated or feared me or both. Then there was my first foster home. I remember it because it would be too hard to forget. Shouting. Slaps. Crying. Punches. Anger. Kicks. Helplessness. Then there were the streets, ahh, and the streets. Perhaps my only true home in my whole life. The piss-stenched alleyways, the bums, the drunks, my resorting to being a pick pocket when food was too hard to get, scamming innocent idiots for cash, stealing food when I couldn't get money. It may sound fun in books and movies and it is. Besides sleeping in a an alleyway on the cement, getting beat up by other street rats twice your age for your food, sickness (one of my favorite pastimes then was being sick) and hunger, there was always hunger. After that was the Garden. Yeah. I think the Garden was next. At least I had some fond memories of the Garden. I had friends there at least. Sort of. Then, there was Sorceress Edea. Possibly the stupidest decision I had ever made in my life. Joining her I mean. But in a strange way, I was back at square one. I was a lost puppy looking for an owner and I found one. In some twisted way, I was an orphanage brat again. Or that's how I felt. But She wasn't Matron she was different. Darker. Did you know she called me a foolish child? The nerve of her! Normally that's how I would have felt. But no, I felt like a little kid who had done something bad. And in a way I was. I let Matron down. Edea. Sorceress Edea. Whatever. Then, things were over. I could relax. I could have fun. Hell, I even took up fishing for a while. It was an interesting hobby. A boring one at times, but hey... then my two 'fishing buddies' decided: 'Hey! Let's get married!' Yeah. I was surprised too; sitting out there with a stick in your hand does stuff to you. Then, there were the streets again. My most unwelcome home. Now here I am, staggering like some kind of *idiot* toward the Garden to see him again. I put my hand on the railing leading to the Garden to steady myself. A student notices me.
"You all right man? You look sick."
"No shit Sherlock." I manage to choke out before spitting up a mouthful of blood. But hey, that's the way thing are. I think to myself as I collapse.
