If You Only Knew
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Disclaimer - If I write one more of these, I will shoot someone.... Oh, what the hell. *shoots loud, annoying neighbour who is the cause for most of her lost sleep and insanity* I DON'T OWN FFVIII!!!
Buggy left me to pursue his dreams of becoming a hollywood music superstar. WHY DO MEN ALWAYS DO THIS TO ME!?!?!!?! ;_; Anyway... I've hired KOS-MOS from Xenosaga to amuse me by killing random things and people I hate ^_^ KOS-MOS: How much do I get paid for this again? Me: ....... We'll discuss that after you kill Dennis. Oooooh! USE R-DRILL!!! Pleeeeeease!?
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*** Seifer's house, Monday evening ***
Seifer ran his fork through his plate of corn and mashed potatoes. He was completely silent, while the rest of his family was chatting and eating.
*Seifer, is something wrong?* his mother looked at him, *You haven't touched your dinner.*
He looked up and shrugged, *No, it's nothing.*
*You're usually so much more talkative at the dinner-table,* she cut up a piece of steak, *Is everything okay at school? Isn't it easier here than New York? That's what Squall said.*
He tapped his fork on the plate, *School's fine.*
*Don't be a nuisance to my grandson...* Adla put down her utensils and straightened out her dress, *It's just a normal thing boys go through during puberty.*
Seifer sighed and got up, "May I be excused?"
Lia nodded, "Of course."
He walked up to his room. Vivian swallowed her food, *What's wrong with him?*
After a moment of silence, Adla put her hands together and stared at her daughter, still eating, *Do you think it was right to tear a 9-year-old boy away from his father, then pack up everything and leave his friends, hometown, his country?*
*I only did it for his own good, my husband had no right to be called his 'father.' After all that he put us through... I moved to be with the rest of my family, he was so much better off there.*
Adla chuckled dryly, *So... then you came here, after you had a new life, home... you tore him away from everything he had once again. Vivian as well, was taken away from her friends. Why do you continue to do this to them?*
She held a fork full of mashed potatoes up to her lips, *I only did this for the best, do not question it.*
*And worst of all... tearing him away from Shauni...*
*** The next day, after school***
Seifer was at his usual place, doing what he usually did when he had nowhere else to go and nothing else to do. On the floor, leaning on his locker, reading a book.
"Becoming a bookworm now?"
And here were the people who ALWAYS showed up at his usual place, doing what he usually did, when he had nowhere else to go, and nothing else to do.
Zell and Irvine.
"Funny, I thought of you more as the jock type..."
He rolled his eyes.
"What's up with you lately?" Irvine shrugged, "Not acting like yourself, you haven't gotten pissed off in days!"
Glare.
"... Great, you jinxed it, you idiot."
Seifer got up and put his book away in his locker. Still not saying a word.
"Having 'Freundin' problems?"
"He... He got his hands on a German dictionary," Zell shook his head, "Just ignore EVERYTHING he says."
Irvine grinned, "You can always get tips from the 'geschickt!'" he chuckled in pride, "The master."
"Says the man who hasn't had a date for 5 months."
Glare.
"... Damn, it's contagious," Zell backed up, "This is one disease I'm not taking chances with, I'm gone."
Irvine leaned on one of the lockers, "Not getting anywhere with Kazeno, are you?"
Seifer closed his locker.
"Kind of a surprise, since you spend so much time together. I wouldn't worry about it, this is FUJIN, she thinks about dating probably the same way about dishes. Nobody WANTS to do dishes, but they're going to end up doing them eventually. No matter how much she DOESN'T want to to do them-"
"Do you have ANY idea what you're talking about?"
"Not the slightest, wanna clue me in?"
Seifer sighed, locked up his locker, and picked up his bag.
"No, I have a WAY better speech now!"
"Please don-"
"Fujin thinks about dating... the same way she thinks about getting a postcard from her aunt who's vacationing in Guam."
"This can't be good..."
"It-It's nice," he shrugged, "But she could do without it, it's no big deal. If she gets it, if she doesn't get it, big whoop. Dating, and getting a postcard from her aunt, have got to be the exact same thing to Fujin."
Seifer blinked, "... Wow..."
"Heh, I'm good, aren't I?"
"I think your brain finally ate itself."
"Now that's just mean."
Seifer shook his head, "I should get home."
"Okay, just remember: if you're having girl problems-"
"I'd rather ask chicken-wuss."
*** Outside Seifer's house, 5:13 PM ***
Fujin stood on the porch, waiting for Seifer. Practice was supposed to be at 5:00. She was alone, dressed in a white peasant top and knee-high skirt.
Standing in the heavilly-falling rain.
There was no awning, she was getting soaked.
Fujin looked at her watch and looked around anxiously, "Come on... come on..."
Seifer came around the corner, he could hear the raindrops pound loudly on his umbrella ( Damn, it's coming down hard... of all the places we could've moved to... why here?? )
He sighed and looked at his house behind the trees ( ... Oh god no, how long has she been waiting there!? )
Seifer ran the rest of the way to his house and immediately gave his umbrella to Fujin, "I'm sorry!" he groaned and took his keys out, and started to look through them, "What time is it?"
"Quarter after five..."
"I am SO sorry," he unlocked the door, "I lost track of time..."
"It's... okay," said Fujin, rather un-enthusiastically.
"Just come inside, I'll get you a towel and you can dry off."
*** Bathroom ***
Fujin finished patting her hair with the towel. Still damp, but not nearly as wet as it had been. Since her hair was short, it could never get into a huge disaster when it was wet. So it still looked pretty the same.
Her skirt wasn't too wet, it just needed to be wiped off. However, if the rain were any harder her shirt could've ripped! She had to take a hairdryer to dry it off.
When she put it back on, she could still feel traces of rain against her skin. She obviously hadn't done a very good job drying it. This had to be her most annoying shirt to put on. A piece of string had to be laced through the back and tied. Fujin had no clue why she ever bothered wearing it.
Fujin sighed, and faced the fact she had to ask Seifer for help, "... Seifer, are you there...?"
"... Yeah... are you okay?"
Fujin blushed, "I need help with my shirt."
"Uhh... okay..."
"... Well?"
Seifer covered his forehead and mumbled under his breath *Just don't do anything stupid...* he turned the doorknob and walked in, "Okay, what's the problem?"
"It's this stupid string in the back, you have to tie it."
Seifer picked up the right end of the string and threaded it through the first hole. He paused and stared at her back, almost completely bare.
So pale, yet so beautiful... Seifer imagined how soft it would've felt. Like baby's skin, perhaps?
It sure looked like it would.
He finished lacing the string, and carefully tied it into a bow. Seifer ran his thumb and index fingers down the remaining, dangling string. He noticed a tiny pink fabric rose at the end of each string.
A split-second encounter of his fingertip and her back almost made Fujin gasp. It was so strange... since Sora usually tied up her shirt.
Seifer let go and smiled, "There ya go."
"Thanks," she moved her hair behind her ears, "I have to go get the music sheets."
Fujin began to walk out, and halted at the door. She looked back at him, glad to see him smile at her glimpse. She resumed her walk, secretly smiling to herself.
Seifer noticed something between his fingers...
It was the little pink rose from the string.
"Fujin?" he called out.
"... Yes?"
He looked at the rose, and thought...
Maybe he could keep it... for a little while...
While putting it his pocket, sighing, he replied.
"It's nothing!"
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I don't think I did too bad!
KOS-MOS: There is a 99.9998% chance I'm going to beat you senseless with a broom.
HEY!! Do you want be %^$#ed by chaos OR ALLEN!?!?!?!!?!?!!?
KOS-MOS: ... You wouldn't dare...
*clicks File-New-Document*
KOS-MOS: ... *sits quietly in the corner*
A-hah-hah! Oh, I love the power of being an author.
Buh-bye
MZF
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Disclaimer - If I write one more of these, I will shoot someone.... Oh, what the hell. *shoots loud, annoying neighbour who is the cause for most of her lost sleep and insanity* I DON'T OWN FFVIII!!!
Buggy left me to pursue his dreams of becoming a hollywood music superstar. WHY DO MEN ALWAYS DO THIS TO ME!?!?!!?! ;_; Anyway... I've hired KOS-MOS from Xenosaga to amuse me by killing random things and people I hate ^_^ KOS-MOS: How much do I get paid for this again? Me: ....... We'll discuss that after you kill Dennis. Oooooh! USE R-DRILL!!! Pleeeeeease!?
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*** Seifer's house, Monday evening ***
Seifer ran his fork through his plate of corn and mashed potatoes. He was completely silent, while the rest of his family was chatting and eating.
*Seifer, is something wrong?* his mother looked at him, *You haven't touched your dinner.*
He looked up and shrugged, *No, it's nothing.*
*You're usually so much more talkative at the dinner-table,* she cut up a piece of steak, *Is everything okay at school? Isn't it easier here than New York? That's what Squall said.*
He tapped his fork on the plate, *School's fine.*
*Don't be a nuisance to my grandson...* Adla put down her utensils and straightened out her dress, *It's just a normal thing boys go through during puberty.*
Seifer sighed and got up, "May I be excused?"
Lia nodded, "Of course."
He walked up to his room. Vivian swallowed her food, *What's wrong with him?*
After a moment of silence, Adla put her hands together and stared at her daughter, still eating, *Do you think it was right to tear a 9-year-old boy away from his father, then pack up everything and leave his friends, hometown, his country?*
*I only did it for his own good, my husband had no right to be called his 'father.' After all that he put us through... I moved to be with the rest of my family, he was so much better off there.*
Adla chuckled dryly, *So... then you came here, after you had a new life, home... you tore him away from everything he had once again. Vivian as well, was taken away from her friends. Why do you continue to do this to them?*
She held a fork full of mashed potatoes up to her lips, *I only did this for the best, do not question it.*
*And worst of all... tearing him away from Shauni...*
*** The next day, after school***
Seifer was at his usual place, doing what he usually did when he had nowhere else to go and nothing else to do. On the floor, leaning on his locker, reading a book.
"Becoming a bookworm now?"
And here were the people who ALWAYS showed up at his usual place, doing what he usually did, when he had nowhere else to go, and nothing else to do.
Zell and Irvine.
"Funny, I thought of you more as the jock type..."
He rolled his eyes.
"What's up with you lately?" Irvine shrugged, "Not acting like yourself, you haven't gotten pissed off in days!"
Glare.
"... Great, you jinxed it, you idiot."
Seifer got up and put his book away in his locker. Still not saying a word.
"Having 'Freundin' problems?"
"He... He got his hands on a German dictionary," Zell shook his head, "Just ignore EVERYTHING he says."
Irvine grinned, "You can always get tips from the 'geschickt!'" he chuckled in pride, "The master."
"Says the man who hasn't had a date for 5 months."
Glare.
"... Damn, it's contagious," Zell backed up, "This is one disease I'm not taking chances with, I'm gone."
Irvine leaned on one of the lockers, "Not getting anywhere with Kazeno, are you?"
Seifer closed his locker.
"Kind of a surprise, since you spend so much time together. I wouldn't worry about it, this is FUJIN, she thinks about dating probably the same way about dishes. Nobody WANTS to do dishes, but they're going to end up doing them eventually. No matter how much she DOESN'T want to to do them-"
"Do you have ANY idea what you're talking about?"
"Not the slightest, wanna clue me in?"
Seifer sighed, locked up his locker, and picked up his bag.
"No, I have a WAY better speech now!"
"Please don-"
"Fujin thinks about dating... the same way she thinks about getting a postcard from her aunt who's vacationing in Guam."
"This can't be good..."
"It-It's nice," he shrugged, "But she could do without it, it's no big deal. If she gets it, if she doesn't get it, big whoop. Dating, and getting a postcard from her aunt, have got to be the exact same thing to Fujin."
Seifer blinked, "... Wow..."
"Heh, I'm good, aren't I?"
"I think your brain finally ate itself."
"Now that's just mean."
Seifer shook his head, "I should get home."
"Okay, just remember: if you're having girl problems-"
"I'd rather ask chicken-wuss."
*** Outside Seifer's house, 5:13 PM ***
Fujin stood on the porch, waiting for Seifer. Practice was supposed to be at 5:00. She was alone, dressed in a white peasant top and knee-high skirt.
Standing in the heavilly-falling rain.
There was no awning, she was getting soaked.
Fujin looked at her watch and looked around anxiously, "Come on... come on..."
Seifer came around the corner, he could hear the raindrops pound loudly on his umbrella ( Damn, it's coming down hard... of all the places we could've moved to... why here?? )
He sighed and looked at his house behind the trees ( ... Oh god no, how long has she been waiting there!? )
Seifer ran the rest of the way to his house and immediately gave his umbrella to Fujin, "I'm sorry!" he groaned and took his keys out, and started to look through them, "What time is it?"
"Quarter after five..."
"I am SO sorry," he unlocked the door, "I lost track of time..."
"It's... okay," said Fujin, rather un-enthusiastically.
"Just come inside, I'll get you a towel and you can dry off."
*** Bathroom ***
Fujin finished patting her hair with the towel. Still damp, but not nearly as wet as it had been. Since her hair was short, it could never get into a huge disaster when it was wet. So it still looked pretty the same.
Her skirt wasn't too wet, it just needed to be wiped off. However, if the rain were any harder her shirt could've ripped! She had to take a hairdryer to dry it off.
When she put it back on, she could still feel traces of rain against her skin. She obviously hadn't done a very good job drying it. This had to be her most annoying shirt to put on. A piece of string had to be laced through the back and tied. Fujin had no clue why she ever bothered wearing it.
Fujin sighed, and faced the fact she had to ask Seifer for help, "... Seifer, are you there...?"
"... Yeah... are you okay?"
Fujin blushed, "I need help with my shirt."
"Uhh... okay..."
"... Well?"
Seifer covered his forehead and mumbled under his breath *Just don't do anything stupid...* he turned the doorknob and walked in, "Okay, what's the problem?"
"It's this stupid string in the back, you have to tie it."
Seifer picked up the right end of the string and threaded it through the first hole. He paused and stared at her back, almost completely bare.
So pale, yet so beautiful... Seifer imagined how soft it would've felt. Like baby's skin, perhaps?
It sure looked like it would.
He finished lacing the string, and carefully tied it into a bow. Seifer ran his thumb and index fingers down the remaining, dangling string. He noticed a tiny pink fabric rose at the end of each string.
A split-second encounter of his fingertip and her back almost made Fujin gasp. It was so strange... since Sora usually tied up her shirt.
Seifer let go and smiled, "There ya go."
"Thanks," she moved her hair behind her ears, "I have to go get the music sheets."
Fujin began to walk out, and halted at the door. She looked back at him, glad to see him smile at her glimpse. She resumed her walk, secretly smiling to herself.
Seifer noticed something between his fingers...
It was the little pink rose from the string.
"Fujin?" he called out.
"... Yes?"
He looked at the rose, and thought...
Maybe he could keep it... for a little while...
While putting it his pocket, sighing, he replied.
"It's nothing!"
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I don't think I did too bad!
KOS-MOS: There is a 99.9998% chance I'm going to beat you senseless with a broom.
HEY!! Do you want be %^$#ed by chaos OR ALLEN!?!?!?!!?!?!!?
KOS-MOS: ... You wouldn't dare...
*clicks File-New-Document*
KOS-MOS: ... *sits quietly in the corner*
A-hah-hah! Oh, I love the power of being an author.
Buh-bye
MZF