If You Only Knew
Disclaimer - I may not own Final Fantasy VIII, but I DO own the Russian dress mentioned... or I will... until tommorow... -_- There's a Russian girl in my Drama club, her name's Adla (which is now also the name of Seifer's grandma cuz I'm uncreative @_@) and SHE'S SO NICE!!! She let me borrow her pretty Russian dress! -_- It's so hard to describe though...
... I really should be working on MY Social Studies project... what the heck, I'll do it tommorow!
YESYESYESYESYES!!!! I BEAT FINAL FANTASY VIII!!!! YAAAAAAAAY!!! AND DRAGON WARRIOR VII!!!! BEST WEEKEND EVER!!! YAAAAAY!!!!!
And now, anything in between *'s, like this *Hello.* is translated from Russian, but I won't do it THAT often.
Fujin looked away from her page of notes... all she had on it was her name, a title, and two lines of notes. It was so hard for her to concentrate. His room was so small and cramped, there wasn't much to look at... if she took her eye off her homework for even a second she ended up looking and Seifer.
And she was stuck looking at him.
"... I'm almost done, how're you doing?"
"Huh?" Fujin looked at her paper, and noticed how little she had written. Embarrased, she kept her paper out of his sight and started to write again, "I'm doing fine!"
"... Lemme see that," Seifer grabbed Fujin's notes, looked over them, (which took about 3 seconds) then held the paper up, "Really?"
Fujin grabbed her notes back, "I'm just... distracted today."
"By?"
"You know Mrs. Ryder's art class?"
"Haven't been there yet."
"Well, we have an assignment due in a week and I'm a litle freaked out about it..."
Seifer shrugged, "I guess that makes sense."
Fujin looked at her book and bit her lip, "I'm sorry..." she leaned back against the wall, "It... hasn't been a great week."
"Yeah... I guess so..." Seifer sighed, "Whaddya say to a break? Maybe that'll clear your head. I think there's some pop left."
"Okay, sounds good."
***
"All right, we've got... grape... as usual," he pulled out two cans and gave one to Fujin.
"Thanks," she opened it.
Seifer walked over to the couch and sat down. He looked at Fujin, "Come on, sit down."
And there was Leo, lying on the floor, asleep. Fujin didn't even notice, she just kept walking. She didn't notice, at least, until she could feel his tail under her foot.
Leo screeched loudly, scaring Fujin, making her scream, and making her spill grape soda all over her clothes, "... Oh... g... oh, come on!"
Seifer got up and looked at 'Fujin,' then quickly looked away, face red ( ... Oh, my... )
( ... god... ) Fujin looked down at her white shirt ( Of all the things I could've worn, I wore THIS!? It's already transparent enough... ) her face turned beet red as she cursed loudly in her head.
Seifer thought for a moment ( ... I guess the right thing to do is to offer her clean clothes... but if I gave her some of my clothes it would be... awkward... and she wouldn't fit in them either... Vivian's clothes are too small, mom's clothes are too big... and if I lended them out they'd probably kill me... last option is... )
"Adla..." he looked up the stairway and yelled in Russian, a moment later, his grandma came down and the two began to talk. She looked at Fujin then back at Seifer, "Da, Da." (A/N: That's the extent of my Russian. -_- Oh, yeah, and Nyet! Wheeeeee)
*** Outside Adla's room ***
Seifer was leaning on the wall oposite of the door, waiting for Fujin to finish changing. Adla walked up to him, *... Is she all right?*
*I'm sure she's okay.*
*Why don't you go in and help her?*
*... What?*
*She's been in there for awhile, maybe it's the corset... go in and help her.*
*... I'm sure she's fine, grandma.*
She shrugged and went downstairs. Seifer continued to wait in the hallway ( Great... now I feel perverted... it's perfectly normal... right??? ... Still... )
The door slowly opened, revealing Fujin, wearing a blue, Russian dress adorned with lace. She looked down, then at Seifer, "So... what do you think...?"
It had been so long since he had seen a girl, his age, who wasn't a relative, dressed like this. Not since he lived in Russia. He liked how they looked in those dresses, but Fujin wasn't 'they,' Fujin was Fujin.
And Seifer loved how she looked.
"... Well?"
"You look great!" Seifer smirked, "And exactly like the girls back in Russia."
She blushed and ran her hand through her hair, "I-I... feel... odd..."
"Everyone feels weird when they wear different clothes... I suppose," he sighed, "Let's go study, I'll help you, okay?"
Fujin nodded, "All right."
***
"There, we're done," Seifer looked at the papers, "For notes anyway. Now we can start practicing."
Fujin smiled, "Thanks..." she paused, "... So, when's the competition anyway?"
"Three, four weeks from now."
She hesitated, "Only?"
"We'll be fine," Seifer put down the notes, then took his guitar and a microphone from from under his bed. He held up the mic, "Ever used a mic before?"
Fujin shook her head, "No."
"Better get used to using one, you're going to use it a lot," Seifer looked under his bed and pulled out a sheet of paper, "These are the rules and info and junk. If we're going to get through the whole competition, we're going to have to sing three songs."
"What?" Fujin took the paper, looked over it, then looked at Seifer, "I thought it was just one!"
"Y...eah... I sorta skipped that," he smirked weakly.
She looked a little annoyed, but then sighed, "Well... we're not getting anything done sitting here," Fujin put her hair behind her ears, "What songs are we doing?" she handed the paper back to him.
"Well, 'Everything I Do' for sure, then..." he moved his blanket out of the way, making his large pile of sheet music visible to Fujin, "... your choice mostly."
Fujin looked at all the sheet music, completely shocked, "H-How did you get so much music??"
"It's all I get from my mom... and what I used to get from my dad..."
She turned her head and faced him, "What do you mean?"
"... My father left my mother a few years ago," he crossed his arms and looked down, "He stayed in Russia and got remarried while we moved here. Haven't seen him since."
"Mmm," Fujin nodded, "... I see."
"... Sorry if that was depressing, it's become a habit."
"It's okay."
Seifer looked at the rules again, "You know... if we get to the finals... we have to write a song."
"... Another thing you 'sorta skipped?'"
He laughed quietly, "... I suppose so. But that's no problem! You're in English Honours, right? You write poems all the time, right? You can write the lyrics and I can write the music, no problem!"
Fujin looked back at the sheet music, "Well... I am working on something for English actually... but right now all I have is the title."
Seifer grinned and laughed, "So what's going to be the title of our chart-topping song that will make us rich and famous?"
She chuckled, "'If You Only Knew.'"
*yawn* It felt like I worked on that chapter forever, and in my opinion, it turned out extremely boring... This is what I call a "Writer's Block Chapter," where I let out all the boring and stupid stuff so I can get onto the good stuff sooner. Oh, well, review and I promise to put it something cute in either the next chapter or the one after it. That is... if you consider hugs and hug-like actions cute. AHHHHHHHH!!!! MY PROJECT'S DUE THIS FRIDAY!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!! *runs to work on project*
Buh-bye
MZF
Disclaimer - I may not own Final Fantasy VIII, but I DO own the Russian dress mentioned... or I will... until tommorow... -_- There's a Russian girl in my Drama club, her name's Adla (which is now also the name of Seifer's grandma cuz I'm uncreative @_@) and SHE'S SO NICE!!! She let me borrow her pretty Russian dress! -_- It's so hard to describe though...
... I really should be working on MY Social Studies project... what the heck, I'll do it tommorow!
YESYESYESYESYES!!!! I BEAT FINAL FANTASY VIII!!!! YAAAAAAAAY!!! AND DRAGON WARRIOR VII!!!! BEST WEEKEND EVER!!! YAAAAAY!!!!!
And now, anything in between *'s, like this *Hello.* is translated from Russian, but I won't do it THAT often.
Fujin looked away from her page of notes... all she had on it was her name, a title, and two lines of notes. It was so hard for her to concentrate. His room was so small and cramped, there wasn't much to look at... if she took her eye off her homework for even a second she ended up looking and Seifer.
And she was stuck looking at him.
"... I'm almost done, how're you doing?"
"Huh?" Fujin looked at her paper, and noticed how little she had written. Embarrased, she kept her paper out of his sight and started to write again, "I'm doing fine!"
"... Lemme see that," Seifer grabbed Fujin's notes, looked over them, (which took about 3 seconds) then held the paper up, "Really?"
Fujin grabbed her notes back, "I'm just... distracted today."
"By?"
"You know Mrs. Ryder's art class?"
"Haven't been there yet."
"Well, we have an assignment due in a week and I'm a litle freaked out about it..."
Seifer shrugged, "I guess that makes sense."
Fujin looked at her book and bit her lip, "I'm sorry..." she leaned back against the wall, "It... hasn't been a great week."
"Yeah... I guess so..." Seifer sighed, "Whaddya say to a break? Maybe that'll clear your head. I think there's some pop left."
"Okay, sounds good."
***
"All right, we've got... grape... as usual," he pulled out two cans and gave one to Fujin.
"Thanks," she opened it.
Seifer walked over to the couch and sat down. He looked at Fujin, "Come on, sit down."
And there was Leo, lying on the floor, asleep. Fujin didn't even notice, she just kept walking. She didn't notice, at least, until she could feel his tail under her foot.
Leo screeched loudly, scaring Fujin, making her scream, and making her spill grape soda all over her clothes, "... Oh... g... oh, come on!"
Seifer got up and looked at 'Fujin,' then quickly looked away, face red ( ... Oh, my... )
( ... god... ) Fujin looked down at her white shirt ( Of all the things I could've worn, I wore THIS!? It's already transparent enough... ) her face turned beet red as she cursed loudly in her head.
Seifer thought for a moment ( ... I guess the right thing to do is to offer her clean clothes... but if I gave her some of my clothes it would be... awkward... and she wouldn't fit in them either... Vivian's clothes are too small, mom's clothes are too big... and if I lended them out they'd probably kill me... last option is... )
"Adla..." he looked up the stairway and yelled in Russian, a moment later, his grandma came down and the two began to talk. She looked at Fujin then back at Seifer, "Da, Da." (A/N: That's the extent of my Russian. -_- Oh, yeah, and Nyet! Wheeeeee)
*** Outside Adla's room ***
Seifer was leaning on the wall oposite of the door, waiting for Fujin to finish changing. Adla walked up to him, *... Is she all right?*
*I'm sure she's okay.*
*Why don't you go in and help her?*
*... What?*
*She's been in there for awhile, maybe it's the corset... go in and help her.*
*... I'm sure she's fine, grandma.*
She shrugged and went downstairs. Seifer continued to wait in the hallway ( Great... now I feel perverted... it's perfectly normal... right??? ... Still... )
The door slowly opened, revealing Fujin, wearing a blue, Russian dress adorned with lace. She looked down, then at Seifer, "So... what do you think...?"
It had been so long since he had seen a girl, his age, who wasn't a relative, dressed like this. Not since he lived in Russia. He liked how they looked in those dresses, but Fujin wasn't 'they,' Fujin was Fujin.
And Seifer loved how she looked.
"... Well?"
"You look great!" Seifer smirked, "And exactly like the girls back in Russia."
She blushed and ran her hand through her hair, "I-I... feel... odd..."
"Everyone feels weird when they wear different clothes... I suppose," he sighed, "Let's go study, I'll help you, okay?"
Fujin nodded, "All right."
***
"There, we're done," Seifer looked at the papers, "For notes anyway. Now we can start practicing."
Fujin smiled, "Thanks..." she paused, "... So, when's the competition anyway?"
"Three, four weeks from now."
She hesitated, "Only?"
"We'll be fine," Seifer put down the notes, then took his guitar and a microphone from from under his bed. He held up the mic, "Ever used a mic before?"
Fujin shook her head, "No."
"Better get used to using one, you're going to use it a lot," Seifer looked under his bed and pulled out a sheet of paper, "These are the rules and info and junk. If we're going to get through the whole competition, we're going to have to sing three songs."
"What?" Fujin took the paper, looked over it, then looked at Seifer, "I thought it was just one!"
"Y...eah... I sorta skipped that," he smirked weakly.
She looked a little annoyed, but then sighed, "Well... we're not getting anything done sitting here," Fujin put her hair behind her ears, "What songs are we doing?" she handed the paper back to him.
"Well, 'Everything I Do' for sure, then..." he moved his blanket out of the way, making his large pile of sheet music visible to Fujin, "... your choice mostly."
Fujin looked at all the sheet music, completely shocked, "H-How did you get so much music??"
"It's all I get from my mom... and what I used to get from my dad..."
She turned her head and faced him, "What do you mean?"
"... My father left my mother a few years ago," he crossed his arms and looked down, "He stayed in Russia and got remarried while we moved here. Haven't seen him since."
"Mmm," Fujin nodded, "... I see."
"... Sorry if that was depressing, it's become a habit."
"It's okay."
Seifer looked at the rules again, "You know... if we get to the finals... we have to write a song."
"... Another thing you 'sorta skipped?'"
He laughed quietly, "... I suppose so. But that's no problem! You're in English Honours, right? You write poems all the time, right? You can write the lyrics and I can write the music, no problem!"
Fujin looked back at the sheet music, "Well... I am working on something for English actually... but right now all I have is the title."
Seifer grinned and laughed, "So what's going to be the title of our chart-topping song that will make us rich and famous?"
She chuckled, "'If You Only Knew.'"
*yawn* It felt like I worked on that chapter forever, and in my opinion, it turned out extremely boring... This is what I call a "Writer's Block Chapter," where I let out all the boring and stupid stuff so I can get onto the good stuff sooner. Oh, well, review and I promise to put it something cute in either the next chapter or the one after it. That is... if you consider hugs and hug-like actions cute. AHHHHHHHH!!!! MY PROJECT'S DUE THIS FRIDAY!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!! *runs to work on project*
Buh-bye
MZF