"Food?"
"Check."
"Water?"
"Check."
"Tents? Weapons? Lube?"
"Check. Check. Not even in your dreams Seifer," I tried not to laugh when Seifer attempted to slip that last one in. We were going on a trip to free us from a "curse" not a vacation. And we were going to the Island Closest to Hell. He could not expect us to have smooth sailing, even with how powerful we were. There were always creatures out there.
"Oh come on Squall," Seifer pouted. How I loath that look, he usually gets his way from me when he uses it. That is because he comes up with some lame excuse, "You're going to deny a cursed man such a simple wish?"
"Whatever," was all I could get out as he slipped the aforementioned tube into his pack.
I can't help a tense look back at Kiros. The one thing I could never imagine myself doing, other than Seifer, was leaving Esthar Garden in another man's hands. I'd been in charge here since it was just an idea of my father's. Ever since Kiros approved the plan. Since the others had come to watch me be named Head Master. Hyne. I did not want to leave this in the hands of my father's closest friends. They couldn't even keep from being lost during a war very long ago when they had a map. These guys drew trouble to them. How could I leave MY Garden in their hands?! It was like I was begging for them to get it blown up.
Probably sensing my feelings, Seifer came up behind me and pinched the back of my neck, "Don't worry. It will be safe. And so will we since Selphie is not flying the Ragnarok."
That I had to agree with. As soon as I'd told my friends of our intentions, Selphie had instantly offered to fly us, much to her husband Irvine's, and my own, distress. There was no living person who did not know that riding with Selphie was having a death wish. Since I personally did not have a death wish, and Seifer didn't wanna test the curse out, we decided to leave the flying to Seifer.... Since I'd be in the cargo bay, doing my best to suppress my nerves. I'd been a long time past that we'd gone out on our last mission.
But now that our things were packed up, nothing would prevent Seifer from rushing us along to the destination. Sure that he'd calmed me down, he forced one of the packs on me, took up the other and pushed me onto the airship, not allowing time for good-byes. Not even to Laguna, who was watching us now. Sometimes I still wondered how the blundering buffoon could be my father, and the President of Esthar. Hearing cadets talk about him with awe sickened me. How could someone THAT clumsy be MY father? I mean, Seifer always says I am very graceful.... Oh Hyne, I'm thinking highly of Seifer's opinion of me. This only proves how much I need time away.
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Fire. Great black flames gnawing away at the stone walls on either side of me, and filling the hall behind me. Every fiber of my being is screaming to run forward, to be away from the fires that could not be quelled. I know I've already come from the direction I look to, where I want to flee. It feels like they want to close in and swallow me whole. I hate fire, I always have. Maybe that was why I can't even think straight.
"Seifer, where are you?" a cry of fear erupts from my lips.
Greeted with my echo, I fall to my knees. Heat from the metal floor seers through my clothing. Burning, someone please make it stop. It feels like the leather I wear is cooking me, and at the same time, bonding with the floor. I can't take this, am I going to melt? Too much more and I fear I'll burst right into flames. The black fires close in. They are all around me now. This is it. I never thought that this would be my ending. I expected to die in battle, on another person's weapon. Or maybe of old age, but to die by being torched alive?
"Now, now... These flames are not hot... That is your mind. Fear them and they will burn you. But fear them not and even those who are not my chosen could walk right through them unharmed," a cold voice came, Shiva.
I see her now, she is really there. This is the icy Guardian that has always protected me, the Lady of the Cold, Shiva. With cold blue hands she pulls me to my feet. With lips like ice she kisses my forehead. It's times like this when I know Seifer's nickname for me, 'Shiva's Lover' we undeniably right. Once I am standing on my own, she is gone. But she is right; it's not even hot here. I guess through the flames is the only way left. Something is just beyond me in that dark fire. I can sense it in my heart. Something I want to find... I need to find. So I must go through them. Yet one step into them, and I am consumed. Black, smoky, she lied. It's eating away at my flesh. I scream in pain.
No word or sound came from my mouth as I awoke. Dreams I do not fear. Cold sweat drenches my body. Looking forward, I see only the familiar sight of the Ragnarok's cargo bay. When the ship had first got into the air, and Seifer was behind the controls, I had come here and laid back to relax. Smooth flying had given me my first chance since this whole thing came up a month ago to really sleep. And now I was regretting it. Now I was going to lose hours more of sleep to figure out this dream. Should have cast Sleep on myself like I normally do before I rest. But from the feel of things, we're not moving anymore. By instinct my eyes fly to the door of the cargo bay.
"Did you have a bad dream my Lion?" Seifer smirked and came over.
"You didn't wake me when we landed," I accused him, avoiding his question.
"You just looked to happy when you were sleeping," He replied, helping me to my feet and pulling me into his arms, "And I can't help but watch you when you sleep. You know that Squall... It's why I let you sleep in on the weekends when there is nothing to do."
I push him away. I want time to think. I want to get out onto the island and fight something. I want to feel alive right now. As much as I enjoy his company, his child like personality can be really annoying at times, "Come on... We've got to check out the island."
Seifer shook his head, "Not until you have eaten and got some real rest. Come on..." He said, pulling me toward the living area that the airship had been adapted to include. Now I was beginning to think that a trip based on a scratch or two was a little too stupid. Why did I have to agree with this?
Author's Notes: Okay... So let's get in my first author's notes. First, Squall, Seifer, all the characters so far are not mine. I don't even own Square... What a Pity. If I did, Rinoa would be the bad person, and Seifer would be with Squall... Yep! But I do own the name Mercale. And this is my first major fanfic to ever be posted. I'd like to thank Ktrenal who has helped me... And the more reviews, the more encouraged I'll be to update.
Silv17: OH MY GOD! cling You are my first reviewer ever! Yes this is going to get to be yaoi later. Maybe even a lemon. But for now just the implications. The summary had no room for yaoi to be mentioned. Maybe I'll edit it to do so. I love the title. Mercale is actually the name of a weapon I have designed. I'm glad you like Squall. Next chapter may have a bit of Seifer's point of view. I'm good with Squall because I do a lot of thinking to myself when I walk around.
"Check."
"Water?"
"Check."
"Tents? Weapons? Lube?"
"Check. Check. Not even in your dreams Seifer," I tried not to laugh when Seifer attempted to slip that last one in. We were going on a trip to free us from a "curse" not a vacation. And we were going to the Island Closest to Hell. He could not expect us to have smooth sailing, even with how powerful we were. There were always creatures out there.
"Oh come on Squall," Seifer pouted. How I loath that look, he usually gets his way from me when he uses it. That is because he comes up with some lame excuse, "You're going to deny a cursed man such a simple wish?"
"Whatever," was all I could get out as he slipped the aforementioned tube into his pack.
I can't help a tense look back at Kiros. The one thing I could never imagine myself doing, other than Seifer, was leaving Esthar Garden in another man's hands. I'd been in charge here since it was just an idea of my father's. Ever since Kiros approved the plan. Since the others had come to watch me be named Head Master. Hyne. I did not want to leave this in the hands of my father's closest friends. They couldn't even keep from being lost during a war very long ago when they had a map. These guys drew trouble to them. How could I leave MY Garden in their hands?! It was like I was begging for them to get it blown up.
Probably sensing my feelings, Seifer came up behind me and pinched the back of my neck, "Don't worry. It will be safe. And so will we since Selphie is not flying the Ragnarok."
That I had to agree with. As soon as I'd told my friends of our intentions, Selphie had instantly offered to fly us, much to her husband Irvine's, and my own, distress. There was no living person who did not know that riding with Selphie was having a death wish. Since I personally did not have a death wish, and Seifer didn't wanna test the curse out, we decided to leave the flying to Seifer.... Since I'd be in the cargo bay, doing my best to suppress my nerves. I'd been a long time past that we'd gone out on our last mission.
But now that our things were packed up, nothing would prevent Seifer from rushing us along to the destination. Sure that he'd calmed me down, he forced one of the packs on me, took up the other and pushed me onto the airship, not allowing time for good-byes. Not even to Laguna, who was watching us now. Sometimes I still wondered how the blundering buffoon could be my father, and the President of Esthar. Hearing cadets talk about him with awe sickened me. How could someone THAT clumsy be MY father? I mean, Seifer always says I am very graceful.... Oh Hyne, I'm thinking highly of Seifer's opinion of me. This only proves how much I need time away.
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Fire. Great black flames gnawing away at the stone walls on either side of me, and filling the hall behind me. Every fiber of my being is screaming to run forward, to be away from the fires that could not be quelled. I know I've already come from the direction I look to, where I want to flee. It feels like they want to close in and swallow me whole. I hate fire, I always have. Maybe that was why I can't even think straight.
"Seifer, where are you?" a cry of fear erupts from my lips.
Greeted with my echo, I fall to my knees. Heat from the metal floor seers through my clothing. Burning, someone please make it stop. It feels like the leather I wear is cooking me, and at the same time, bonding with the floor. I can't take this, am I going to melt? Too much more and I fear I'll burst right into flames. The black fires close in. They are all around me now. This is it. I never thought that this would be my ending. I expected to die in battle, on another person's weapon. Or maybe of old age, but to die by being torched alive?
"Now, now... These flames are not hot... That is your mind. Fear them and they will burn you. But fear them not and even those who are not my chosen could walk right through them unharmed," a cold voice came, Shiva.
I see her now, she is really there. This is the icy Guardian that has always protected me, the Lady of the Cold, Shiva. With cold blue hands she pulls me to my feet. With lips like ice she kisses my forehead. It's times like this when I know Seifer's nickname for me, 'Shiva's Lover' we undeniably right. Once I am standing on my own, she is gone. But she is right; it's not even hot here. I guess through the flames is the only way left. Something is just beyond me in that dark fire. I can sense it in my heart. Something I want to find... I need to find. So I must go through them. Yet one step into them, and I am consumed. Black, smoky, she lied. It's eating away at my flesh. I scream in pain.
No word or sound came from my mouth as I awoke. Dreams I do not fear. Cold sweat drenches my body. Looking forward, I see only the familiar sight of the Ragnarok's cargo bay. When the ship had first got into the air, and Seifer was behind the controls, I had come here and laid back to relax. Smooth flying had given me my first chance since this whole thing came up a month ago to really sleep. And now I was regretting it. Now I was going to lose hours more of sleep to figure out this dream. Should have cast Sleep on myself like I normally do before I rest. But from the feel of things, we're not moving anymore. By instinct my eyes fly to the door of the cargo bay.
"Did you have a bad dream my Lion?" Seifer smirked and came over.
"You didn't wake me when we landed," I accused him, avoiding his question.
"You just looked to happy when you were sleeping," He replied, helping me to my feet and pulling me into his arms, "And I can't help but watch you when you sleep. You know that Squall... It's why I let you sleep in on the weekends when there is nothing to do."
I push him away. I want time to think. I want to get out onto the island and fight something. I want to feel alive right now. As much as I enjoy his company, his child like personality can be really annoying at times, "Come on... We've got to check out the island."
Seifer shook his head, "Not until you have eaten and got some real rest. Come on..." He said, pulling me toward the living area that the airship had been adapted to include. Now I was beginning to think that a trip based on a scratch or two was a little too stupid. Why did I have to agree with this?
Author's Notes: Okay... So let's get in my first author's notes. First, Squall, Seifer, all the characters so far are not mine. I don't even own Square... What a Pity. If I did, Rinoa would be the bad person, and Seifer would be with Squall... Yep! But I do own the name Mercale. And this is my first major fanfic to ever be posted. I'd like to thank Ktrenal who has helped me... And the more reviews, the more encouraged I'll be to update.
Silv17: OH MY GOD! cling You are my first reviewer ever! Yes this is going to get to be yaoi later. Maybe even a lemon. But for now just the implications. The summary had no room for yaoi to be mentioned. Maybe I'll edit it to do so. I love the title. Mercale is actually the name of a weapon I have designed. I'm glad you like Squall. Next chapter may have a bit of Seifer's point of view. I'm good with Squall because I do a lot of thinking to myself when I walk around.