If You Only Knew
Disclaimer - If I owned Final Fantasy VIII, the world would end. Waaah, no fair. I also don't own "Everything I do," and I'm not sure if you can play it on the guitar but let's pretend you could!
Reviews! Yay! *swims in reviews* *laughing maniacally* If you give me more I'll invite you all over to swim in my review pool!
ARRGH! Science test next week! RAGE! *kicks Buggy* Buggy: OWWW! DAMMIT!
Oh, lord, how Seifer wanted to kiss her. She was so close, it sounded so right, but could he? Would he?
"I, umm..." Fujin whispered nervously, "Found a book."
Seifer mentally kicked himself ( What are you doing you idiot!? MOVE! ) he quickly moved back and cleared his throat, "Well... you want to find a table to work or something?"
Fujin nodded slowly, "Okay."
Seifer cleared his throat again, but was interuppted by the second bell. Fujin looked at the clock, "Oh my god, is it Wednesday? Oh, great," she handed Seifer the book, "If I'm late for Art one more time Mrs. Calith is going to have my head on a plate. Bye."
Seifer watched as Fujin walked away, everything about her seemed so perfect. Of course, most guys wouldn't call a girl with short platinum hair and scarlet eyes "perfect."
Pfffft, what did THEY know? (A/N: "Pfffft," who cares if isn't a word, it sounds funny! :D)
*** Lunch-hour ***
It was a nice day, nice for autumn anwyway. It was warm, it was sunny, no one really wanted to be stuck inside. After eating quickly, Fujin went outside.
This time of year was so beautiful, the leaves had already begun to fall, leaving the ground bright and welcoming to those passing through. With each step she took through the leaves, it almost sounded as the quiet strums of a guitar invited her further. As she continued on, the strums got louder, they begun to feel so real...
Well, they were.
There sat Seifer, the shadows of the tree he was under covering him. He was playing a guitar, and beautifully... perfectly... Fujin couldn't help but smile. She was scared, but walked up to Seifer, "Hi."
Seifer abruptly stopped playing to look at her, a grin formed on his lips, "Hey, Fujin."
"You... play the guitar?"
He nodded, "Sort of, my grandfather taught me," he moved over a bit and patted the now vacant spot on his jacket, "Sit down."
Seifer took her hand and pulled her down, "I've always wanted to be a musician. But... most of the songs I can play I don't know what the words are... I can only strum."
"But... it's not a song without any melody."
"Yeah, I guess you're right... uhh.... let's see... I think I know... 'Everthing I do...'" he strummed on the guitar, "Look into my eyes... uhh... you..."
"Will see?" Fujin suggested.
"Oh, yeah, yeah. You will see, what you mean to me... Oh, damn..."
"Search your heart, search your soul," Fujin said, beginning to sound like she was singing, "When you find me there..."
"You'll search no more?" Seifer said, in a confused tone. Fujin nodded, "Okay... I know this... umm... Don't tell me it's not worth trying for... you can't tell me it's not worth dying for..."
"You know it's true," Fujin sung softly, "Everything I do..."
They smiled at each other, giving each other a cue to sing, "I do it for you."
Fujin looked down and laughed, "You're pretty good."
He sighed, "But I can never remember the words, and I can't sing. On the other hand..." he looked at her, "You have a nice voice, you can sing really well."
Fujin blushed, "Th-Thanks."
"Just need a little more power in your voice and you'd be great!" Seifer looked at his guitar, "Hmm, kinda outta tune..."
"What's this?" Fujin pointed the back. A flat, square piece of metal with an inscription was on it.
"Huh?" Seifer looked, "Oh, my grandfather bought this guitar for me when I was 11 and had an inscription put in it."
"I can't understand it..."
"It's written in Russian, of course you can't," he shrugged, "Unless you know Russian, which I'd have to doubt."
"... Are you Russian?"
He nodded, "Somewhat..." he looked at the inscription, "It's says 'Never give up, because what you're reaching for is right beside you.'"
Fujin held her legs up to her chest, "I'm sorry I had to leave. I'm taking extra classes so I have to stick Art before everything else on Wednesdays."
"It's okay," Seifer quickly tuned his guitar, "Here's the deal, there's a music competition going on. The thing is, if I get into the finals, it'd really bring up my chances of getting a record deal later on. Only problem is, of course, I can't really sing. I'm more of an instrumental person, you know? Getting complicated with the instrument."
"Yeah?"
Seifer smiled, "I... want you to sing 'Everything I Do' with me."
Oooooh, aren't I mysterious? *dies* I'M TOO DAMN OBVIOUS!!! I'm about 95% sure all of you knew that was going to happen... on second thought... make that 97.5%... yeah... that sounds right. And Seifer is part Russian, I must be REALLY hyper. *eats more sugar* ARRGH!!! SCIENCE TEST NEXT WEEK!!! RAGE!!!!!!!!!!! *kicks Buggy* Buggy: YOU *another word for female dog* FROM FIERY, CRIMSON HELL!!! MZF: O_O ... Do you speak with Zazu often? (Refer to other fanfictions in which I am a character)
Buh-bye
MZF
Disclaimer - If I owned Final Fantasy VIII, the world would end. Waaah, no fair. I also don't own "Everything I do," and I'm not sure if you can play it on the guitar but let's pretend you could!
Reviews! Yay! *swims in reviews* *laughing maniacally* If you give me more I'll invite you all over to swim in my review pool!
ARRGH! Science test next week! RAGE! *kicks Buggy* Buggy: OWWW! DAMMIT!
Oh, lord, how Seifer wanted to kiss her. She was so close, it sounded so right, but could he? Would he?
"I, umm..." Fujin whispered nervously, "Found a book."
Seifer mentally kicked himself ( What are you doing you idiot!? MOVE! ) he quickly moved back and cleared his throat, "Well... you want to find a table to work or something?"
Fujin nodded slowly, "Okay."
Seifer cleared his throat again, but was interuppted by the second bell. Fujin looked at the clock, "Oh my god, is it Wednesday? Oh, great," she handed Seifer the book, "If I'm late for Art one more time Mrs. Calith is going to have my head on a plate. Bye."
Seifer watched as Fujin walked away, everything about her seemed so perfect. Of course, most guys wouldn't call a girl with short platinum hair and scarlet eyes "perfect."
Pfffft, what did THEY know? (A/N: "Pfffft," who cares if isn't a word, it sounds funny! :D)
*** Lunch-hour ***
It was a nice day, nice for autumn anwyway. It was warm, it was sunny, no one really wanted to be stuck inside. After eating quickly, Fujin went outside.
This time of year was so beautiful, the leaves had already begun to fall, leaving the ground bright and welcoming to those passing through. With each step she took through the leaves, it almost sounded as the quiet strums of a guitar invited her further. As she continued on, the strums got louder, they begun to feel so real...
Well, they were.
There sat Seifer, the shadows of the tree he was under covering him. He was playing a guitar, and beautifully... perfectly... Fujin couldn't help but smile. She was scared, but walked up to Seifer, "Hi."
Seifer abruptly stopped playing to look at her, a grin formed on his lips, "Hey, Fujin."
"You... play the guitar?"
He nodded, "Sort of, my grandfather taught me," he moved over a bit and patted the now vacant spot on his jacket, "Sit down."
Seifer took her hand and pulled her down, "I've always wanted to be a musician. But... most of the songs I can play I don't know what the words are... I can only strum."
"But... it's not a song without any melody."
"Yeah, I guess you're right... uhh.... let's see... I think I know... 'Everthing I do...'" he strummed on the guitar, "Look into my eyes... uhh... you..."
"Will see?" Fujin suggested.
"Oh, yeah, yeah. You will see, what you mean to me... Oh, damn..."
"Search your heart, search your soul," Fujin said, beginning to sound like she was singing, "When you find me there..."
"You'll search no more?" Seifer said, in a confused tone. Fujin nodded, "Okay... I know this... umm... Don't tell me it's not worth trying for... you can't tell me it's not worth dying for..."
"You know it's true," Fujin sung softly, "Everything I do..."
They smiled at each other, giving each other a cue to sing, "I do it for you."
Fujin looked down and laughed, "You're pretty good."
He sighed, "But I can never remember the words, and I can't sing. On the other hand..." he looked at her, "You have a nice voice, you can sing really well."
Fujin blushed, "Th-Thanks."
"Just need a little more power in your voice and you'd be great!" Seifer looked at his guitar, "Hmm, kinda outta tune..."
"What's this?" Fujin pointed the back. A flat, square piece of metal with an inscription was on it.
"Huh?" Seifer looked, "Oh, my grandfather bought this guitar for me when I was 11 and had an inscription put in it."
"I can't understand it..."
"It's written in Russian, of course you can't," he shrugged, "Unless you know Russian, which I'd have to doubt."
"... Are you Russian?"
He nodded, "Somewhat..." he looked at the inscription, "It's says 'Never give up, because what you're reaching for is right beside you.'"
Fujin held her legs up to her chest, "I'm sorry I had to leave. I'm taking extra classes so I have to stick Art before everything else on Wednesdays."
"It's okay," Seifer quickly tuned his guitar, "Here's the deal, there's a music competition going on. The thing is, if I get into the finals, it'd really bring up my chances of getting a record deal later on. Only problem is, of course, I can't really sing. I'm more of an instrumental person, you know? Getting complicated with the instrument."
"Yeah?"
Seifer smiled, "I... want you to sing 'Everything I Do' with me."
Oooooh, aren't I mysterious? *dies* I'M TOO DAMN OBVIOUS!!! I'm about 95% sure all of you knew that was going to happen... on second thought... make that 97.5%... yeah... that sounds right. And Seifer is part Russian, I must be REALLY hyper. *eats more sugar* ARRGH!!! SCIENCE TEST NEXT WEEK!!! RAGE!!!!!!!!!!! *kicks Buggy* Buggy: YOU *another word for female dog* FROM FIERY, CRIMSON HELL!!! MZF: O_O ... Do you speak with Zazu often? (Refer to other fanfictions in which I am a character)
Buh-bye
MZF