(¯`'·.¸(¯`'·. .author's note. .·'´¯)¸.·'´¯)
Ah . . . sorry for the wait. I have no excuses, but lately my attention has been diverted . . . to things more . . . ahem . . . appertaining to the opposite gender . . . So, no excuses. Men are pigs . . . except for you, Laguna. I would kill to meet the woman who said "Imaginary men are so much easier to deal with."
I left something important out last chapter, so what would have been done in a few lines then must now be remedied with a full chapter. My mistake, really. Ah well. More for you.
(¯`'·.¸(¯`'·. quistis .·'´¯)¸.·'´¯)
I arched my eyebrow impatiently as I looked down at the giggling president of Esthar. "What on Hyne's good earth are you doing sitting on the floor? There's a perfectly good chair . . . I suppose you're a bit more tired then you thought."
Laguna looked up at me, grinning insipidly. I blinked for a moment.
I really don't know how to describe it . . . but the closest I could possibly eer get to describing his motion was . . . Well, he launched up at me. Instinct forced me to fling my hands up, but Laguna caught them in his own and started to jump around in what might have passed for a dance in another less civilized country. I blinked in bewilderment as he leaped about, half dragging me with him.
Laguna was laughing helplessly, and swinging me about the room wasn't helping his state of breath. "I get . . . and Squall . . . FATHER . . ." he managed to giggle out. I was too busy trying to maintain my balance to interpret him.
"La . . . Laguna Loire, what are you. . ." I gasped out, tripping over a chair as I was pulled over in a gross parody of a spin. I whirled haphazardly, and almost fell, but was caught, and my trip was turned into a semi-graceful dip.
I flung my arms around his neck to keep from falling backwards, though with his arms supporting me, it was hardly necessary. He smiled into my eyes.
I flushed. I really don't think he had meant to hold me as close as he did. . . not to mention, he was doing it while I was in these horrid sweatclothes . . .but he was, and his eyes were alight with joy.
I was happy for him. Truly, I was. But a tiny part of me was jealous that Squall could animate Laguna so much, and I couldn't . . . and with a simple conversation, no less.
I, jealous of Squall, who had Garden under his thumb, had someone madly in love with him, who had a family who cared for him? Perish the thought.
I blinked, feeling unexplainably flustered and warm. "I can understand your excitement, Laguna, but please set me down." I swallowed. "Please?" Wincing, I wondered how pitiful I sounded.
He seemed to notice out current . . . position with his usual grace. That is to say, none at all, and he promptly dropped me.
"Oomph. . ." I rubbed my lower back, where I'd landed.
"Ack!" Laguna yelped, and offered me a hand . . . a bit more than a hand, he practically picked me up and set me on my feet. "You okay? Sorry!" He frowned worriedly. "Seriously, you okay?"
His leg was twitching.
I settled my hair back into place. "It's fine Laguna." I looked up at him. "Now, what were you so excited about?"
Laguna's eyes lit up again "He's . . . gonna give me a shot."
I smiled. He looked so joyed . . .
All of it was worth it after all.
Laguna sighed, blowing out on his long bangs happily. . . I stood uncomfortably as Laguna's thoughts wandered.
Clearing my throat, I forced Laguna's attention back on me. "We're going to Balamb," I said seriously.
"Balamb?" Laguna thought about it, although he was obviously still preoccupied. "As good as any place I guess . . .Why?"
"It's a small town, and I know almost everyone." Peering out the window, I explained. "They're trustworthy, and won't mind you being there . . ." I turned back to him with a snort, amusedly envisioning the small town people of Balamb dealing with the president of Esthar. "Though, you'll be quite the novelty."
Laguna flushed. I hid a smile behind my hand, and waved my amusement away. "In any case, if I see a new face that could stir trouble, I can ask around and make sure they're clean. Besides, the proximity to Garden could have advantages."
"Ah." Laguna frowned thoughtfully, then looked up, smiling again. "When do we go?"
"I'll wake you up then." I told him sternly, pointing at the rumbled bed. "You, President Loire, need sleep." Besides, I needed to finish my laundry that was in the bath tub. They wouldn't have time to fully dry, but at least in was better then what I had.
He huffed irritably. "Alright, alright." He tossed himself onto the bed, and yawned. Or halfway yawned, because he was asleep in less then - count them - five seconds. Flat.
I blinked at him. How on earth . . ? I'd gone without sleep before, but h must have been exhausted. Either that, or he slept easily . . . although, if he slept easily, how had he managed to fight it for over a day?
The man was impossible to figure out. I headed to the bathroom and shut the door.
Laguna Loire was one of the most impossible men I'd ever met. I can see where Squall gets it.
Hours passed in thought, I was still nowhere near close to figuring out the enigma in the next room over. I wrung my clothes as dry as possible and changed before heading back into the main motel room.
He was snoring faintly. I should have expected that. I prodded his shoulder gently. "Laguna, wake up." No response. I nudged him a bit harder. "It's time to go."
"Dun wanna . . ." He rolled over. I stared at him. Honestly, he was what, forty something going on twelve?
"Ki - ros, don't be so mean . . ." he muttered sullenly.
"It's Quistis, not Kiros." I said tersely at the bundle of blankets. "Up. Now."
He sat up, very slowly.
And to my own discomfort, I stared.
It seemed that he hadn't been asleep the entire time, and had woken up long enough to take off his shirt.
And for a man of his age, he was extremely well built. . . well muscled, certainly . . . and smooth . . . better built then a few of my students actually. . . stretching slightly, he unknowingly gave me a brief show of them moving beneath his skin.
Laguna looked up blearily at me through his lilting bangs, his eyes unfocused from sleep, drooping eyelids. . . one hand trying to keep his hair off his face, and not succeeding, the other supporting him on the bed . . . the white sheets and comforter bunched at his waist . . . In a husky, low, tired voice, he asked . . . "So now what?"
. . . my mind . . . blanked.
My voice spoke for me. "Hurry up, the train leaves in an hour. . ." I tossed my head shakily, and walked out the door, shutting it quietly. . . Unfortunately, my composure wasn't so easily maintained once I left the room.
My back slammed against the wall, and I clutched my hair nervously. I gasped lightly, trying to catch my breath. . . my blood was pounding fiercely in my chest and ears, and parts of me ached . . .
'Hurry up, the train leaves in an hour'?! Was that really the best I could do!? Honestly, perhaps I had been out of the race for a bit too long. What a time to mention the train, of all things! I should have said something more to the effect . . . the effect of . . .
I shook my head to clear it. NO, Quistis Trepe! No, you do NOT think of clients in that light! It's against the rules, Squall only got around it because he was Commander and Hero . . . but then, Laguna's not my client, per se, and I'm a hero in my own right . . .
Oh, HYNE, I had liked that . . . This wasn't supposed to be . . . no no no . . .
I swallowed. STOP. Think, Quistis. Think.
At the very . . . VERY least . . .
I was physically attracted to Laguna.
And I'd be damned to Hyne's hell if I liked it . . .
Oh, damn.
(¯`'·.¸(¯`'·. .laguna. .·'´¯)¸.·'´¯)
The train was cool. All trains are cool. You know, that's gotta be one thing me and that Elsie chick agree on, because hey, it's neat. The bits that are underground are kinda boring, I mean, there's nothing to see but walls and lights, but when they're above ground, things are neato.
Still, though, I'd prefer the Apocalypse. But nooo, it had to get blown up. . .
I looked at Quistis. She was shivering. . . her clothes were wet. I tried not to think on how that had happened, as a wet Quistis in any connotation was really not the best thing at the moment, but hey, she was cold. I shrugged out of my jacket.
"Hey, Quistis." She looked up at. I held up my jacket. "Here."
Shaking her head, she gave an apologetic expression. "I don't need it, but thank you anyway."
Ri -ight. "Nuh uh." I draped the jacket around her shoulders anyway. She sighed, annoyed. I shook my head. I'll never understand woman. At all. Ever.
At least she appreciated it, even if she tried not to. She shrunk deeper into my jacket, and breathed in deeply.
I grinned. Score for Laguna, a beautiful woman's wearing your jacket . . .
"I'm bored."
I swiveled to look at Quistis. Her sullen expression was standard fare for her, but her eyes were looser, and her mouth was curved down a bit. So I, champion reader of faces, realized that Quistis really was bored. Like she had said. "Hey," I poked her shoulder. "I thought you were above complaining!"
"Nonsense." She sniffed at me, looking at me above her glasses. "I can complain as well as any person. I merely tolerate more than most."
"You know, I know what you mean." I grinned. Wish everyone was like her, actually. "'No one need suffer in silence when they can moan, whine, and generally make themselves a pain about it,' right?"
She leaned back relaxing slightly, her tiny frown disappearing. "Whose quote is that?"
I puffed out my chest. "Mine." I tilted my head down to her level and smiled. "It's a staple of politics actually."
She blinked at me. And I, champion reader of faces, had no idea what the hell she was thinking.
"It figures. . ." She muttered.
I left her alone to her thoughts. Probably a hell of a lot deeper than mine, actually. Most likely thinking about the meaning of life, or reciting pi to the sixty third place. . . could she do that?
I wouldn't be surprised. Damn, the woman had it all. Beauty . . . oh yeah, definitely beauty, brains, fame, fortune . . . I grinned. Not to mention connections. She had me and Squall and who knew who else in her pocket. Commander of all Garden's forces and the President of Esthar.
Didn't bug me to much; I'm used to being in people's pockets. But I did wonder . . . who else had she won over?
"Laguna?" A calm voice to my right woke me out of my thoughts.
I jumped. "Yup?"
" . . . Tell me a story."
I grinned. I mean, seriously. Quistis Trepe, a fan of storytelling? Well, she had said she was bored. "A story." I poked her chin teasingly.
Quistis crossed her arms, and her nose tilted up. "It's a perfectly reasonable request." She sniffed lightly.
I smiled. A story. Okay, then.
"Right," I thought back. "So Me, Kiros, and Ward were -"
"Kiros, Ward, and I," Quistis corrected automatically.
"Whatever." I waved my hand vaguely. "Anyway, we were all back in Deling, it was late and the weather was crappy. So, we decided it was as good night as any to get drunk, 'cause getting drunk is pretty much the only thing a soldier had to do in their spare time."
I looked up. "Right. So we went in the bar, and it turns out it was the base for a bunch of rebels. We were there to get drunk, not make trouble, and we made it clear, too. They were an open bunch, so . . . we just kinda drank and sang drunk songs and stuff. It was fun."
I paused. Quistis's head tilted in question.
"Well, it turns out that the next day we had to go in and root them out. So we told them that, and that they should run. That could've cost us our jobs, actually. They said they couldn't do that, so we said no harsh feelings if we ended up killing each other, and then we started singing 'Sweet Katy.' Then we left . . ."
Quistis sighed exasperatedly. "Men . . ."
I looked at her. "Huh?"
"Nevermind. Continue."
I leaned back, crossing my arms. Right. "The next day, our squad went in. We were shooting each other, and, I nailed the other leader, and the leader nailed me." I grinned. I still got the scar, but anyway . . . we were trying to kill each other, and then one of the other guys starts singing 'Sweet Katy.'
"So," I nodded, "then I start singing too, and soon, everyone in the entire room was trying to reload their weapons and kill the other guy. While singing."
Silence.
"That's the story."
. . .
I turned to Quistis. "You okay?"
She shifted up.
"Laguna?" She said quietly, looking blankly at the floor.
"Yeah?" I felt my eyebrows furrow. What was wrong? If I asked, she'd shake me off of course, but . . .
"I truly hope this isn't how you affect every woman you meet."
I jerked in surprise.
What the heck was that supposed to mean? I shook my head. "Hey, is this about that 'infamous charisma' you mentioned at one point?"
Quistis' face remained carefully neutral, and I couldn't read it. After glancing in the direction of the window for a moment, she turned towards me and said quietly, "I suppose it is."
Her eyes . . . I would've killed to have her keep looking at my eyes like that. . .
Just charisma, huh?
. . .
Yeah, well, I hope not.
(¯`'·.¸(¯`'·. .author's note. .·'´¯)¸.·'´¯)
Short and sweet. Dun like it? Too bad. As previously stated, this isn't actual storyline, it was to get them to Balamb. And next chapter the plot will start up once more. Goodie.
Final Fantasy X-2 is just a tad disappointing. Its like, 'Let's play pretty princess dress me up! YAY, TIDUS!' Honestly, you'd think Squaresoft, or should I say, Square - ENIX, could be even just a tiny bit more original? I mean, a resurrection plot . . . how SAD . . . I prefer the whole 'My true love never actually existed' bit they did in FFX.
This fic is supposed to end in three chapters. But, my muse whacked me upside the head, so this fic will be a bit longer. . . fwee . . .
My, look at the review count . . . a decently high number . . . we can do better than that, ne?
Ah . . . sorry for the wait. I have no excuses, but lately my attention has been diverted . . . to things more . . . ahem . . . appertaining to the opposite gender . . . So, no excuses. Men are pigs . . . except for you, Laguna. I would kill to meet the woman who said "Imaginary men are so much easier to deal with."
I left something important out last chapter, so what would have been done in a few lines then must now be remedied with a full chapter. My mistake, really. Ah well. More for you.
(¯`'·.¸(¯`'·. quistis .·'´¯)¸.·'´¯)
I arched my eyebrow impatiently as I looked down at the giggling president of Esthar. "What on Hyne's good earth are you doing sitting on the floor? There's a perfectly good chair . . . I suppose you're a bit more tired then you thought."
Laguna looked up at me, grinning insipidly. I blinked for a moment.
I really don't know how to describe it . . . but the closest I could possibly eer get to describing his motion was . . . Well, he launched up at me. Instinct forced me to fling my hands up, but Laguna caught them in his own and started to jump around in what might have passed for a dance in another less civilized country. I blinked in bewilderment as he leaped about, half dragging me with him.
Laguna was laughing helplessly, and swinging me about the room wasn't helping his state of breath. "I get . . . and Squall . . . FATHER . . ." he managed to giggle out. I was too busy trying to maintain my balance to interpret him.
"La . . . Laguna Loire, what are you. . ." I gasped out, tripping over a chair as I was pulled over in a gross parody of a spin. I whirled haphazardly, and almost fell, but was caught, and my trip was turned into a semi-graceful dip.
I flung my arms around his neck to keep from falling backwards, though with his arms supporting me, it was hardly necessary. He smiled into my eyes.
I flushed. I really don't think he had meant to hold me as close as he did. . . not to mention, he was doing it while I was in these horrid sweatclothes . . .but he was, and his eyes were alight with joy.
I was happy for him. Truly, I was. But a tiny part of me was jealous that Squall could animate Laguna so much, and I couldn't . . . and with a simple conversation, no less.
I, jealous of Squall, who had Garden under his thumb, had someone madly in love with him, who had a family who cared for him? Perish the thought.
I blinked, feeling unexplainably flustered and warm. "I can understand your excitement, Laguna, but please set me down." I swallowed. "Please?" Wincing, I wondered how pitiful I sounded.
He seemed to notice out current . . . position with his usual grace. That is to say, none at all, and he promptly dropped me.
"Oomph. . ." I rubbed my lower back, where I'd landed.
"Ack!" Laguna yelped, and offered me a hand . . . a bit more than a hand, he practically picked me up and set me on my feet. "You okay? Sorry!" He frowned worriedly. "Seriously, you okay?"
His leg was twitching.
I settled my hair back into place. "It's fine Laguna." I looked up at him. "Now, what were you so excited about?"
Laguna's eyes lit up again "He's . . . gonna give me a shot."
I smiled. He looked so joyed . . .
All of it was worth it after all.
Laguna sighed, blowing out on his long bangs happily. . . I stood uncomfortably as Laguna's thoughts wandered.
Clearing my throat, I forced Laguna's attention back on me. "We're going to Balamb," I said seriously.
"Balamb?" Laguna thought about it, although he was obviously still preoccupied. "As good as any place I guess . . .Why?"
"It's a small town, and I know almost everyone." Peering out the window, I explained. "They're trustworthy, and won't mind you being there . . ." I turned back to him with a snort, amusedly envisioning the small town people of Balamb dealing with the president of Esthar. "Though, you'll be quite the novelty."
Laguna flushed. I hid a smile behind my hand, and waved my amusement away. "In any case, if I see a new face that could stir trouble, I can ask around and make sure they're clean. Besides, the proximity to Garden could have advantages."
"Ah." Laguna frowned thoughtfully, then looked up, smiling again. "When do we go?"
"I'll wake you up then." I told him sternly, pointing at the rumbled bed. "You, President Loire, need sleep." Besides, I needed to finish my laundry that was in the bath tub. They wouldn't have time to fully dry, but at least in was better then what I had.
He huffed irritably. "Alright, alright." He tossed himself onto the bed, and yawned. Or halfway yawned, because he was asleep in less then - count them - five seconds. Flat.
I blinked at him. How on earth . . ? I'd gone without sleep before, but h must have been exhausted. Either that, or he slept easily . . . although, if he slept easily, how had he managed to fight it for over a day?
The man was impossible to figure out. I headed to the bathroom and shut the door.
Laguna Loire was one of the most impossible men I'd ever met. I can see where Squall gets it.
Hours passed in thought, I was still nowhere near close to figuring out the enigma in the next room over. I wrung my clothes as dry as possible and changed before heading back into the main motel room.
He was snoring faintly. I should have expected that. I prodded his shoulder gently. "Laguna, wake up." No response. I nudged him a bit harder. "It's time to go."
"Dun wanna . . ." He rolled over. I stared at him. Honestly, he was what, forty something going on twelve?
"Ki - ros, don't be so mean . . ." he muttered sullenly.
"It's Quistis, not Kiros." I said tersely at the bundle of blankets. "Up. Now."
He sat up, very slowly.
And to my own discomfort, I stared.
It seemed that he hadn't been asleep the entire time, and had woken up long enough to take off his shirt.
And for a man of his age, he was extremely well built. . . well muscled, certainly . . . and smooth . . . better built then a few of my students actually. . . stretching slightly, he unknowingly gave me a brief show of them moving beneath his skin.
Laguna looked up blearily at me through his lilting bangs, his eyes unfocused from sleep, drooping eyelids. . . one hand trying to keep his hair off his face, and not succeeding, the other supporting him on the bed . . . the white sheets and comforter bunched at his waist . . . In a husky, low, tired voice, he asked . . . "So now what?"
. . . my mind . . . blanked.
My voice spoke for me. "Hurry up, the train leaves in an hour. . ." I tossed my head shakily, and walked out the door, shutting it quietly. . . Unfortunately, my composure wasn't so easily maintained once I left the room.
My back slammed against the wall, and I clutched my hair nervously. I gasped lightly, trying to catch my breath. . . my blood was pounding fiercely in my chest and ears, and parts of me ached . . .
'Hurry up, the train leaves in an hour'?! Was that really the best I could do!? Honestly, perhaps I had been out of the race for a bit too long. What a time to mention the train, of all things! I should have said something more to the effect . . . the effect of . . .
I shook my head to clear it. NO, Quistis Trepe! No, you do NOT think of clients in that light! It's against the rules, Squall only got around it because he was Commander and Hero . . . but then, Laguna's not my client, per se, and I'm a hero in my own right . . .
Oh, HYNE, I had liked that . . . This wasn't supposed to be . . . no no no . . .
I swallowed. STOP. Think, Quistis. Think.
At the very . . . VERY least . . .
I was physically attracted to Laguna.
And I'd be damned to Hyne's hell if I liked it . . .
Oh, damn.
(¯`'·.¸(¯`'·. .laguna. .·'´¯)¸.·'´¯)
The train was cool. All trains are cool. You know, that's gotta be one thing me and that Elsie chick agree on, because hey, it's neat. The bits that are underground are kinda boring, I mean, there's nothing to see but walls and lights, but when they're above ground, things are neato.
Still, though, I'd prefer the Apocalypse. But nooo, it had to get blown up. . .
I looked at Quistis. She was shivering. . . her clothes were wet. I tried not to think on how that had happened, as a wet Quistis in any connotation was really not the best thing at the moment, but hey, she was cold. I shrugged out of my jacket.
"Hey, Quistis." She looked up at. I held up my jacket. "Here."
Shaking her head, she gave an apologetic expression. "I don't need it, but thank you anyway."
Ri -ight. "Nuh uh." I draped the jacket around her shoulders anyway. She sighed, annoyed. I shook my head. I'll never understand woman. At all. Ever.
At least she appreciated it, even if she tried not to. She shrunk deeper into my jacket, and breathed in deeply.
I grinned. Score for Laguna, a beautiful woman's wearing your jacket . . .
"I'm bored."
I swiveled to look at Quistis. Her sullen expression was standard fare for her, but her eyes were looser, and her mouth was curved down a bit. So I, champion reader of faces, realized that Quistis really was bored. Like she had said. "Hey," I poked her shoulder. "I thought you were above complaining!"
"Nonsense." She sniffed at me, looking at me above her glasses. "I can complain as well as any person. I merely tolerate more than most."
"You know, I know what you mean." I grinned. Wish everyone was like her, actually. "'No one need suffer in silence when they can moan, whine, and generally make themselves a pain about it,' right?"
She leaned back relaxing slightly, her tiny frown disappearing. "Whose quote is that?"
I puffed out my chest. "Mine." I tilted my head down to her level and smiled. "It's a staple of politics actually."
She blinked at me. And I, champion reader of faces, had no idea what the hell she was thinking.
"It figures. . ." She muttered.
I left her alone to her thoughts. Probably a hell of a lot deeper than mine, actually. Most likely thinking about the meaning of life, or reciting pi to the sixty third place. . . could she do that?
I wouldn't be surprised. Damn, the woman had it all. Beauty . . . oh yeah, definitely beauty, brains, fame, fortune . . . I grinned. Not to mention connections. She had me and Squall and who knew who else in her pocket. Commander of all Garden's forces and the President of Esthar.
Didn't bug me to much; I'm used to being in people's pockets. But I did wonder . . . who else had she won over?
"Laguna?" A calm voice to my right woke me out of my thoughts.
I jumped. "Yup?"
" . . . Tell me a story."
I grinned. I mean, seriously. Quistis Trepe, a fan of storytelling? Well, she had said she was bored. "A story." I poked her chin teasingly.
Quistis crossed her arms, and her nose tilted up. "It's a perfectly reasonable request." She sniffed lightly.
I smiled. A story. Okay, then.
"Right," I thought back. "So Me, Kiros, and Ward were -"
"Kiros, Ward, and I," Quistis corrected automatically.
"Whatever." I waved my hand vaguely. "Anyway, we were all back in Deling, it was late and the weather was crappy. So, we decided it was as good night as any to get drunk, 'cause getting drunk is pretty much the only thing a soldier had to do in their spare time."
I looked up. "Right. So we went in the bar, and it turns out it was the base for a bunch of rebels. We were there to get drunk, not make trouble, and we made it clear, too. They were an open bunch, so . . . we just kinda drank and sang drunk songs and stuff. It was fun."
I paused. Quistis's head tilted in question.
"Well, it turns out that the next day we had to go in and root them out. So we told them that, and that they should run. That could've cost us our jobs, actually. They said they couldn't do that, so we said no harsh feelings if we ended up killing each other, and then we started singing 'Sweet Katy.' Then we left . . ."
Quistis sighed exasperatedly. "Men . . ."
I looked at her. "Huh?"
"Nevermind. Continue."
I leaned back, crossing my arms. Right. "The next day, our squad went in. We were shooting each other, and, I nailed the other leader, and the leader nailed me." I grinned. I still got the scar, but anyway . . . we were trying to kill each other, and then one of the other guys starts singing 'Sweet Katy.'
"So," I nodded, "then I start singing too, and soon, everyone in the entire room was trying to reload their weapons and kill the other guy. While singing."
Silence.
"That's the story."
. . .
I turned to Quistis. "You okay?"
She shifted up.
"Laguna?" She said quietly, looking blankly at the floor.
"Yeah?" I felt my eyebrows furrow. What was wrong? If I asked, she'd shake me off of course, but . . .
"I truly hope this isn't how you affect every woman you meet."
I jerked in surprise.
What the heck was that supposed to mean? I shook my head. "Hey, is this about that 'infamous charisma' you mentioned at one point?"
Quistis' face remained carefully neutral, and I couldn't read it. After glancing in the direction of the window for a moment, she turned towards me and said quietly, "I suppose it is."
Her eyes . . . I would've killed to have her keep looking at my eyes like that. . .
Just charisma, huh?
. . .
Yeah, well, I hope not.
(¯`'·.¸(¯`'·. .author's note. .·'´¯)¸.·'´¯)
Short and sweet. Dun like it? Too bad. As previously stated, this isn't actual storyline, it was to get them to Balamb. And next chapter the plot will start up once more. Goodie.
Final Fantasy X-2 is just a tad disappointing. Its like, 'Let's play pretty princess dress me up! YAY, TIDUS!' Honestly, you'd think Squaresoft, or should I say, Square - ENIX, could be even just a tiny bit more original? I mean, a resurrection plot . . . how SAD . . . I prefer the whole 'My true love never actually existed' bit they did in FFX.
This fic is supposed to end in three chapters. But, my muse whacked me upside the head, so this fic will be a bit longer. . . fwee . . .
My, look at the review count . . . a decently high number . . . we can do better than that, ne?