If You Only Knew
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Disclaimer - *gasp* I just had the greatest idea! I'm gonna make a game about a guy named Squall and a bunch of people and they can be called Rinoa and Quistis and Zell and Seifer and... KOS-MOS: -_- Me: ... Oh $&^%, Squaresoft already did that, didn't they?
Lookie! I drew Yuna in my Social Studies project! KOS-MOS: *gasp!!* WHAT!? WHY NOT ME!?!?! Me: Ummm, well, the thing is I-- KOS-MOS: YOU'RE SO MEAN!!! I HATE YOU!!!!!!!! *runs out screaming and crying* Me: ... I like swords.
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*** Seifer's house, Oct. 17th (night before due date of S.S. Project) ***
Lying on his bed, Seifer looked over his report one last time. At the sight of the last word he dropped it back into his backpack. It seemed like hours just lying there, but he realized it was mere minutes had passed when his mom came in.
"Hi, Seifer," she was dressed in a plain yellow nightgown. His family didn't bother spending a lot of money on clothes no one outside of their family would see, "Are you getting to sleep soon?"
"Yeah," he sat up and ran his hand through his hair.
She smiled as she put an envelope in front of him, "It's from my sister, Nadia," she covered her mouth, "I'm sorry... I couldn't help opening it."
Tiredly, he pulled out the contents of the envelope: tickets. He tried to read it, but as more letters strung together the words made less and less sense.
"They're tickets to the Queen Elizabeth Theatre," she chuckled, "'Hamlet,' didn't you always want to see that?"
Seifer lied back and sighed, still looking at the tickets.
"... Well, umm, you know..." she tapped her foot on the floor, "Why don't you take that pretty girl Adla's told me all about? I'm sure she'd love it!"
Seifer rolled over and hid his head in his pillow.
Lia sighed, "Adla... picked you up a nice suit."
A loud but muffled "What?" came from Seifer.
"I'd love it if I could see you in a suit again... you just look so cute!" she supressed a giggle, "And I'm sure this 'Fujin' would love it too!"
"You're not gonna let me get out of this, are you?"
"Nope."
*** Socials Studies, the next day ***
Seifer and Fujin had already handed in their written assignment upon entering the classroom. So all that was left was for Mr. Donlow to examine and mark their model of the Eiffel Tower. It was constructed of popsicle sticks and clay, and painted shades of gray and black.
Fujin always got so nervous when teachers marked projects like this, and she would always bite on her nails. She knew it was a bad habit, the only one she had, but bad habits were as hard to get rid of as good habits are to start.
"Hey, stop that," Seifer pulled her hand away from her mouth, "Why are you so nervous?"
"And you're not?"
He placed her hand on the desk and shrugged, "Not a bit. Just calm down."
"You expect me to calm down over something that's worth 30% of my grade?"
"Yes, in fact, I do," he said, with a tinge of sarcasm. Fujin obviously did not appreciate it, "Just think about something that's the complete opposite of this. Just the first random thing to come to your mind and don't stop thinking about it."
Fujin sighed, and reluctantly obeyed his commands. She closed her eyes and concentrated only on the first thing to pop in her oh-so-creative little head.
The sound of water... gently making its way through the stream was the first calming thing to come to her mind. She pictured a valley, beautiful green grass reaching beyond the horizon. The sun was ready to end the day with its fall, making the once bright blue sky overflow with tones of pink and purple.
Fujin fell back, and lay in the heaven her mind created. And, beside her, lay a familiar, green-eyed face.
"Seifer Almasy," a voice boomed through her thoughts. Her paradise ended, almost as quickly as it had begun.
"... and Fujin Kazeno," Mr. Donlow looked over their somewhat commendable, B-worthy Eiffel Tower. He jotted down their mark and notes on his clipboard a gave them a slightly pleased, "Well done," a nod, and walked over to the next students.
"Hey, not bad," Seifer grinned, "See? What were you so nervous about?"
"I've known Mr. Donlow longer than you... 'Well done' isn't one of his greatest comments."
"... Can I just ask you one thing?"
Fujin looked straight at him, masking her confused look, but keeping her confused voice, "Yes...?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Trust you?" she repeated. He nodded, "Wh... what do you mean?"
Seifer shrugged, "If I told you something, would you trust me?"
She slouched back in her chair, and gave him a look through the corner of her eye, "Shoud I?"
"That's up to you."
Fujin closed her eyes and thought for a moment. Without opening them she replied, "Yeah, I guess I do."
"Then trust me, we did fine."
She smiled... he wouldn't lie to her.
"Hey, uhh, my aunt sent me some ti--"
A loud ringing blared through the room. It was a familiar, horrible, annoying sound to hear at school, (but still better than "Pop Quiz!" on a Monday Morning) the fire bell.
Their teacher instructed them immediately to line-up single file at the door. He led them through the halls and out of the building. The whole school stood outside on the sports field in silence.
Well... it wasn't like anyone obeyed the silence rules.
"So... how are the lyrics going?" he asked, hoping Fujin forgot the sentence he started earlier. It was practically asking her out. Hell, it WAS asking her out. And if she agreed to go, looking back at it wouldn't be fun... "Oh, we went to a three-and-a-half-hour play, it was a helluva lotta fun!"
"Honestly..." Fujin looked disappointed, "Not very well."
"Writer's block?" she nodded, "Don't worry, it's not that hard to get rid of... just need some good inspiration, it isn't too hard to find these days."
Fujin held her arm, "Like... a movie or music... or something?"
"... You like Shakespeare???"
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*dies* That was HORRIBLE!!
KOS-MOS: *voice dripping with sarcasm* Oh, really, you think so?
I know it's going nowhere, but it'll start to pick up... soon. High School hit me like a ton of bricks, taking up all my writing time (not to mention my video game time and wasting time time!) v_v Not to worry, soon, they'll have their first date, the singing competition, and guess what else is coming up soon!?
KOS-MOS: *excited* Suicide!? ^____^
NO!!
KOS-MOS: ;_;
Their first kiss! ^_____^
KOS-MOS: *holds up little flag that says (in font size 1): Saifuu* Woo-hoo.
Buh-bye
MZF
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Disclaimer - *gasp* I just had the greatest idea! I'm gonna make a game about a guy named Squall and a bunch of people and they can be called Rinoa and Quistis and Zell and Seifer and... KOS-MOS: -_- Me: ... Oh $&^%, Squaresoft already did that, didn't they?
Lookie! I drew Yuna in my Social Studies project! KOS-MOS: *gasp!!* WHAT!? WHY NOT ME!?!?! Me: Ummm, well, the thing is I-- KOS-MOS: YOU'RE SO MEAN!!! I HATE YOU!!!!!!!! *runs out screaming and crying* Me: ... I like swords.
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*** Seifer's house, Oct. 17th (night before due date of S.S. Project) ***
Lying on his bed, Seifer looked over his report one last time. At the sight of the last word he dropped it back into his backpack. It seemed like hours just lying there, but he realized it was mere minutes had passed when his mom came in.
"Hi, Seifer," she was dressed in a plain yellow nightgown. His family didn't bother spending a lot of money on clothes no one outside of their family would see, "Are you getting to sleep soon?"
"Yeah," he sat up and ran his hand through his hair.
She smiled as she put an envelope in front of him, "It's from my sister, Nadia," she covered her mouth, "I'm sorry... I couldn't help opening it."
Tiredly, he pulled out the contents of the envelope: tickets. He tried to read it, but as more letters strung together the words made less and less sense.
"They're tickets to the Queen Elizabeth Theatre," she chuckled, "'Hamlet,' didn't you always want to see that?"
Seifer lied back and sighed, still looking at the tickets.
"... Well, umm, you know..." she tapped her foot on the floor, "Why don't you take that pretty girl Adla's told me all about? I'm sure she'd love it!"
Seifer rolled over and hid his head in his pillow.
Lia sighed, "Adla... picked you up a nice suit."
A loud but muffled "What?" came from Seifer.
"I'd love it if I could see you in a suit again... you just look so cute!" she supressed a giggle, "And I'm sure this 'Fujin' would love it too!"
"You're not gonna let me get out of this, are you?"
"Nope."
*** Socials Studies, the next day ***
Seifer and Fujin had already handed in their written assignment upon entering the classroom. So all that was left was for Mr. Donlow to examine and mark their model of the Eiffel Tower. It was constructed of popsicle sticks and clay, and painted shades of gray and black.
Fujin always got so nervous when teachers marked projects like this, and she would always bite on her nails. She knew it was a bad habit, the only one she had, but bad habits were as hard to get rid of as good habits are to start.
"Hey, stop that," Seifer pulled her hand away from her mouth, "Why are you so nervous?"
"And you're not?"
He placed her hand on the desk and shrugged, "Not a bit. Just calm down."
"You expect me to calm down over something that's worth 30% of my grade?"
"Yes, in fact, I do," he said, with a tinge of sarcasm. Fujin obviously did not appreciate it, "Just think about something that's the complete opposite of this. Just the first random thing to come to your mind and don't stop thinking about it."
Fujin sighed, and reluctantly obeyed his commands. She closed her eyes and concentrated only on the first thing to pop in her oh-so-creative little head.
The sound of water... gently making its way through the stream was the first calming thing to come to her mind. She pictured a valley, beautiful green grass reaching beyond the horizon. The sun was ready to end the day with its fall, making the once bright blue sky overflow with tones of pink and purple.
Fujin fell back, and lay in the heaven her mind created. And, beside her, lay a familiar, green-eyed face.
"Seifer Almasy," a voice boomed through her thoughts. Her paradise ended, almost as quickly as it had begun.
"... and Fujin Kazeno," Mr. Donlow looked over their somewhat commendable, B-worthy Eiffel Tower. He jotted down their mark and notes on his clipboard a gave them a slightly pleased, "Well done," a nod, and walked over to the next students.
"Hey, not bad," Seifer grinned, "See? What were you so nervous about?"
"I've known Mr. Donlow longer than you... 'Well done' isn't one of his greatest comments."
"... Can I just ask you one thing?"
Fujin looked straight at him, masking her confused look, but keeping her confused voice, "Yes...?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Trust you?" she repeated. He nodded, "Wh... what do you mean?"
Seifer shrugged, "If I told you something, would you trust me?"
She slouched back in her chair, and gave him a look through the corner of her eye, "Shoud I?"
"That's up to you."
Fujin closed her eyes and thought for a moment. Without opening them she replied, "Yeah, I guess I do."
"Then trust me, we did fine."
She smiled... he wouldn't lie to her.
"Hey, uhh, my aunt sent me some ti--"
A loud ringing blared through the room. It was a familiar, horrible, annoying sound to hear at school, (but still better than "Pop Quiz!" on a Monday Morning) the fire bell.
Their teacher instructed them immediately to line-up single file at the door. He led them through the halls and out of the building. The whole school stood outside on the sports field in silence.
Well... it wasn't like anyone obeyed the silence rules.
"So... how are the lyrics going?" he asked, hoping Fujin forgot the sentence he started earlier. It was practically asking her out. Hell, it WAS asking her out. And if she agreed to go, looking back at it wouldn't be fun... "Oh, we went to a three-and-a-half-hour play, it was a helluva lotta fun!"
"Honestly..." Fujin looked disappointed, "Not very well."
"Writer's block?" she nodded, "Don't worry, it's not that hard to get rid of... just need some good inspiration, it isn't too hard to find these days."
Fujin held her arm, "Like... a movie or music... or something?"
"... You like Shakespeare???"
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*dies* That was HORRIBLE!!
KOS-MOS: *voice dripping with sarcasm* Oh, really, you think so?
I know it's going nowhere, but it'll start to pick up... soon. High School hit me like a ton of bricks, taking up all my writing time (not to mention my video game time and wasting time time!) v_v Not to worry, soon, they'll have their first date, the singing competition, and guess what else is coming up soon!?
KOS-MOS: *excited* Suicide!? ^____^
NO!!
KOS-MOS: ;_;
Their first kiss! ^_____^
KOS-MOS: *holds up little flag that says (in font size 1): Saifuu* Woo-hoo.
Buh-bye
MZF