Heart, Soul and Science
By
Sérë
Author's note: Final Fantasy belongs to Squaresoft but the story belongs to me, blah, blah, blah.
Chapter Two
"Can I sit here?"
Sefeth looked up from his desk. Tey was standing there, her arms held behind her back. She was leaning over him, her head so close to his that a stray lock of chocolatey hair fell down onto his upturned face. Blushing slightly, Tey brushed it behind her ears.
"What?" asked Sefeth, his voice not as harsh as usual.
"Can I sit here?" she repeated. She leaned over him and he smelled the mixed fragrances of roses and honey. He felt himself inhaling deeply.
"What are you-" he started to say but she interrupted him.
"What are you reading?" she asked. He cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed.
"It's called Logic and Paradox," he said, knowing that this was not the sort of book that a teenager was likely to read.
"It sounds interesting," Tey said and to Sefeth's surprise, he heard the sincerity in her voice. "May I look at it?"
"If you wish to," answered Sefeth and handed her his book. She took it and he watched her eyes skim over the pages. Eventually, she shut the book.
"It looks fascinating," she smiled handing it back to him.
"You may lend it, if you wish," he said, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them.
"I wouldn't dream of taking it away from you, you haven't even finished it," laughed Tey, her emerald eyes sparkling.
"I have already read it several times," said Sefeth and he placed the book in her hands. Her eyes lit up and her smile broadened.
"Thank you so much!" she whispered softly and swooping gracefully down, she kissed his cheek. Once again, that soothing smell of flowers and honey. Her lips were soft and her cheek, as it brushed his, was satiny smooth.
The school bell rang, it's sound a harsh and jarring yell rather than the melodic trill that Sefeth was used to. He decided that it must be his imagination.
"May I sit here?" asked Tey once more. Sefeth wordlessly nodded as Tey took a seat close to his. He felt confused and alone. Someone had chosen to sit next to him. No.not just someone. Tey. Tey had chosen to sit next to him.
The other students came in and he could hear their confused whispers as they caught sight of the pretty girl sitting next to the school Untouchable and for once.Sefeth didn't care.
"Hey! Smelly!"
Sefeth kept walking, his eyes narrowed. A beefy hand on his shoulder made him stop. He turned around and stared straight into Bane's face.
"What do you want, Bane?" he asked coldly. Bane sneered.
"What are you doing to my girl?" he asked. Sefeth raised his eyebrow.
"One: I'm am doing nothing to Tey and two: she is not your possesion."
Bane's fist was a blur as it met Sefeth's face, hard and strong. He was thrown onto the ground. He felt a stream of blood trickle down from his mouth. His eyes were yellow slits of fury but he did nothing because he knew that he didn't have a chance against Bane. He would never stand a chance against Bane.
He staggered to his feet.
"I want you to stop doing whatever you're doing to make Tey like you!" snapped Bane. Sefeth's upper lip curled.
"Alright. I'll start being more like you," he whispered. Bane's fist shot out again and Sefeth fell to the ground again this time, with an eye that was already starting to bruise.
"I'm warning you Smelly," said Bane before walking away.
Sefeth lay on the ground for a minute longer, ignoring all the indifferent glances that went his way. Sighing, he started to get up.
"Sefeth!" cried someone. It was Tey. Only she would call him by his real name. Only she would run up to him, concern etched in her features.
"What?" was his typical answer. She immediately whipped a handkerchief out of her pocket and brought it to his bleeding lip. He flinched, not in pain but in embarrassment. He hurriedly stood up and backed away.
"I don't need your pity!" he snapped as he started to walk away. He was used to insults and to being tormented but he wasn't used to this. He wasn't used to love and kindness. He started to walk away.
"Who did this?" she asked, running after him.
"No one! I fell!" he snarled, not stopping.
"It was Bane," she said. He didn't answer. "I'm going to talk to him," continued Tey.
Sefeth spun around and grabbed her shoulders.
"You will not!" he hissed, his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "You will not do this because I don't want to lose whatever shreds of dignity I still possess. I don't need your pity! I don't need you sympathy or your concern or your friendship. I don't want it!"
Tey's eyes shimmered slightly with the hint of tears but he didn't notice. He was looking at the ground.
".I don't deserve it," he whispered, not intending for her to hear but she did.
"You do," she murmured and he looked up and saw a tear run down her face, more precious than any jewel, more horrifying than if it had been blood. Before he could say anything she had moved closer and had sunken into his arms. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around her waist.
Tey felt his arms envelope her and she felt safe and secure there, with her head resting against his chest. She looked up to meet his golden gaze.
"Sorry," she whispered sheepishly. He made no answer but to free one of his arms. He lifted a pale hand and brushed the remainder of her tears away carefully, as if she was made of the finest china.
They started walking down the road again, hand in hand until they came to a grassy area.
"Can we sit awhile?" asked Tey and Sefeth nodded.
They sat down, side by side, under the leafy embrace of an old oak tree. Sefeth felt Tey rest her head on his shoulder.
"Sefeth?" she asked.
"Yes?"
"Can I be your friend?"
Sefeth hesitated and Tey looked up to see a frown on his face whilst he thought. She watched and waited patiently for his answer, not caring how long he took to make up his mind. She was happy that he didn't answer immediately because to do so would be insincere. She wanted him to really think about it and to give her an honest answer. It seemed almost silly because all she was asking was for him to be her friend but Tey knew that Sefeth had always been the school Untouchable, the loser, the class geek. He had never had any friends. Eventually, the frown dwindled and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly in a smile.
"Yes," he answered, gazing into her emerald eyes.
"And you don't mind if I talk to you?"
"No."
"And it's okay for me to visit you sometimes?"
"Yes."
"And you'll visit me sometimes?"
"Maybe. If your parents don't mind. Yes."
"And you won't hate me anymore?" she asked and she saw a confused look appear on his face.
".I never hated you," he whispered softly.
"And you'll never hate me from now on?"
"No."
"Ever?"
"Never."
Tey smiled in satisfaction and resumed leaning against him whilst he sat and thought. A flock of white doves soared above them and Tey giggled softly.
"What do they make you think of?" she asked.
"My book on Aves," he answered and she giggled once more. He frowned. "What?"
"That's all they make you think of?" she asked.
"Yes. What do you think of?" he asked.
"I think that the Angels are sending them down just to check on me and make sure that I'm happy."
"And if you're not?"
"Then they will give me hope."
Sefeth smiled slightly and considered telling her that doves were pretty stupid birds, nothing more than flesh and bone. The likelyhood of Angles sending them down was highly unlikely. He opened his mouth and then shut again. Somehow, he could not bring himself to shatter her illusions. The doves swooped and turned around, flying past them once more. Sefeth looked upon them and this time he saw not science, but a miracle.
Author's note: Did you like it? I hate to say this but I'm getting a slight crush on Sefeth. Is there a psychiatrist in the house? Anyway, please tell me what you think of it. An author's greatest satisfaction comes from getting opinions from readers. Well, that's just me. I'll quit whilst I'm ahead. Gotta go and see if there's anything in the fridge. Ciao.
By
Sérë
Author's note: Final Fantasy belongs to Squaresoft but the story belongs to me, blah, blah, blah.
Chapter Two
"Can I sit here?"
Sefeth looked up from his desk. Tey was standing there, her arms held behind her back. She was leaning over him, her head so close to his that a stray lock of chocolatey hair fell down onto his upturned face. Blushing slightly, Tey brushed it behind her ears.
"What?" asked Sefeth, his voice not as harsh as usual.
"Can I sit here?" she repeated. She leaned over him and he smelled the mixed fragrances of roses and honey. He felt himself inhaling deeply.
"What are you-" he started to say but she interrupted him.
"What are you reading?" she asked. He cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed.
"It's called Logic and Paradox," he said, knowing that this was not the sort of book that a teenager was likely to read.
"It sounds interesting," Tey said and to Sefeth's surprise, he heard the sincerity in her voice. "May I look at it?"
"If you wish to," answered Sefeth and handed her his book. She took it and he watched her eyes skim over the pages. Eventually, she shut the book.
"It looks fascinating," she smiled handing it back to him.
"You may lend it, if you wish," he said, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them.
"I wouldn't dream of taking it away from you, you haven't even finished it," laughed Tey, her emerald eyes sparkling.
"I have already read it several times," said Sefeth and he placed the book in her hands. Her eyes lit up and her smile broadened.
"Thank you so much!" she whispered softly and swooping gracefully down, she kissed his cheek. Once again, that soothing smell of flowers and honey. Her lips were soft and her cheek, as it brushed his, was satiny smooth.
The school bell rang, it's sound a harsh and jarring yell rather than the melodic trill that Sefeth was used to. He decided that it must be his imagination.
"May I sit here?" asked Tey once more. Sefeth wordlessly nodded as Tey took a seat close to his. He felt confused and alone. Someone had chosen to sit next to him. No.not just someone. Tey. Tey had chosen to sit next to him.
The other students came in and he could hear their confused whispers as they caught sight of the pretty girl sitting next to the school Untouchable and for once.Sefeth didn't care.
"Hey! Smelly!"
Sefeth kept walking, his eyes narrowed. A beefy hand on his shoulder made him stop. He turned around and stared straight into Bane's face.
"What do you want, Bane?" he asked coldly. Bane sneered.
"What are you doing to my girl?" he asked. Sefeth raised his eyebrow.
"One: I'm am doing nothing to Tey and two: she is not your possesion."
Bane's fist was a blur as it met Sefeth's face, hard and strong. He was thrown onto the ground. He felt a stream of blood trickle down from his mouth. His eyes were yellow slits of fury but he did nothing because he knew that he didn't have a chance against Bane. He would never stand a chance against Bane.
He staggered to his feet.
"I want you to stop doing whatever you're doing to make Tey like you!" snapped Bane. Sefeth's upper lip curled.
"Alright. I'll start being more like you," he whispered. Bane's fist shot out again and Sefeth fell to the ground again this time, with an eye that was already starting to bruise.
"I'm warning you Smelly," said Bane before walking away.
Sefeth lay on the ground for a minute longer, ignoring all the indifferent glances that went his way. Sighing, he started to get up.
"Sefeth!" cried someone. It was Tey. Only she would call him by his real name. Only she would run up to him, concern etched in her features.
"What?" was his typical answer. She immediately whipped a handkerchief out of her pocket and brought it to his bleeding lip. He flinched, not in pain but in embarrassment. He hurriedly stood up and backed away.
"I don't need your pity!" he snapped as he started to walk away. He was used to insults and to being tormented but he wasn't used to this. He wasn't used to love and kindness. He started to walk away.
"Who did this?" she asked, running after him.
"No one! I fell!" he snarled, not stopping.
"It was Bane," she said. He didn't answer. "I'm going to talk to him," continued Tey.
Sefeth spun around and grabbed her shoulders.
"You will not!" he hissed, his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "You will not do this because I don't want to lose whatever shreds of dignity I still possess. I don't need your pity! I don't need you sympathy or your concern or your friendship. I don't want it!"
Tey's eyes shimmered slightly with the hint of tears but he didn't notice. He was looking at the ground.
".I don't deserve it," he whispered, not intending for her to hear but she did.
"You do," she murmured and he looked up and saw a tear run down her face, more precious than any jewel, more horrifying than if it had been blood. Before he could say anything she had moved closer and had sunken into his arms. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around her waist.
Tey felt his arms envelope her and she felt safe and secure there, with her head resting against his chest. She looked up to meet his golden gaze.
"Sorry," she whispered sheepishly. He made no answer but to free one of his arms. He lifted a pale hand and brushed the remainder of her tears away carefully, as if she was made of the finest china.
They started walking down the road again, hand in hand until they came to a grassy area.
"Can we sit awhile?" asked Tey and Sefeth nodded.
They sat down, side by side, under the leafy embrace of an old oak tree. Sefeth felt Tey rest her head on his shoulder.
"Sefeth?" she asked.
"Yes?"
"Can I be your friend?"
Sefeth hesitated and Tey looked up to see a frown on his face whilst he thought. She watched and waited patiently for his answer, not caring how long he took to make up his mind. She was happy that he didn't answer immediately because to do so would be insincere. She wanted him to really think about it and to give her an honest answer. It seemed almost silly because all she was asking was for him to be her friend but Tey knew that Sefeth had always been the school Untouchable, the loser, the class geek. He had never had any friends. Eventually, the frown dwindled and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly in a smile.
"Yes," he answered, gazing into her emerald eyes.
"And you don't mind if I talk to you?"
"No."
"And it's okay for me to visit you sometimes?"
"Yes."
"And you'll visit me sometimes?"
"Maybe. If your parents don't mind. Yes."
"And you won't hate me anymore?" she asked and she saw a confused look appear on his face.
".I never hated you," he whispered softly.
"And you'll never hate me from now on?"
"No."
"Ever?"
"Never."
Tey smiled in satisfaction and resumed leaning against him whilst he sat and thought. A flock of white doves soared above them and Tey giggled softly.
"What do they make you think of?" she asked.
"My book on Aves," he answered and she giggled once more. He frowned. "What?"
"That's all they make you think of?" she asked.
"Yes. What do you think of?" he asked.
"I think that the Angels are sending them down just to check on me and make sure that I'm happy."
"And if you're not?"
"Then they will give me hope."
Sefeth smiled slightly and considered telling her that doves were pretty stupid birds, nothing more than flesh and bone. The likelyhood of Angles sending them down was highly unlikely. He opened his mouth and then shut again. Somehow, he could not bring himself to shatter her illusions. The doves swooped and turned around, flying past them once more. Sefeth looked upon them and this time he saw not science, but a miracle.
Author's note: Did you like it? I hate to say this but I'm getting a slight crush on Sefeth. Is there a psychiatrist in the house? Anyway, please tell me what you think of it. An author's greatest satisfaction comes from getting opinions from readers. Well, that's just me. I'll quit whilst I'm ahead. Gotta go and see if there's anything in the fridge. Ciao.