"You're gonna make me break my neck," I tried my hardest to whine,
"You want to live with that knowledge hanging over you?"
That silent, cold glare of my lion chills me to the bone. Somehow I still can't believe that he is mine. And at the same time I can't believe that he still acts like all I am is his enemy. I mean, come on! We'd been together for nearly five years. I can even remember how this relationship had started. It was one year after the death of Ultimecia. For so long I'd been hiding because of the price still on my head. At the time, I was living on a fishing boat in Balamb. It was such a beautiful day.
The sea was calm, and the fish were biting like crazy. Not just those horrible Badamb fish, but the wonderful Balamb. But back to the point, it had been a very quiet day. So there was no chance that I could NOT hear the person trying to sneak up from behind me on the dock. With my toes in the water, and line cast out far, I really couldn't make much of a move to figure out who it was. Placing the fishing poll in a holder on the dock, I leaned back, hands behind my back to support me. They were getting closer. I could hear breath, and the shifting of grip on the weapon. It had to be another person trying to get that price on my head.
One of the hands I was leaning on gripped the hilt of the knife I used for gutting and scaling fish. I could hear the blade of the mercenary cutting through the air. I raised the dagger in time to parry the slash. Simple really. What had caused me to drop the small blade was the face my eyes met.
"Leonheart? Come to finish the job?" I stood, staring a moment at the wet foot prints I was leaving while I brushed off my pants.
"Stuff it Almasy," he shot back as he put his gunblade to it's new sheath by his side.
I couldn't help but be confused, "Why are you here?"
But that was over 5 years ago. I don't think remembering it will do too much for me now. Stumbling down the large rocky incline, I swear when I stub my toe. I hop up and down holding my foot and swearing. Maybe becoming uncursed was not really worth the effort. We've been walking around for a day with no sign of what we're supposed to do next. And Hyne these rocks were doing a total to my feet.
Looking back I Squall, I notice he's not moving. Shit. Something is wrong, so I start to climb back up to him. And now he's pointing at something, "Hey Squall, what are you doing?"
"There," He said in a low voice, "That is where we must go."
Following his line of sight, I notice a large mountainous peak. Just WHY did he have to pick there. If the answers aren't there, it will take days to climb down. It will take all day to get there at this current pace. Oh well. I guess that while we walk there I can think more about when I was 19 and so very handsome.
Yes. I had even then been arrogant. But when the Lion had finally smiled and said he wanted me to come back to Garden with him, even I could not claim it was my looks that had caused his change of opinion of me. Must want a public execution. Taking out the last dangerous man in the world. And when we got there. God, what a time we had. Just all that time talking about the past year, about being controlled by a Sorceress (who knew Rinoa had it in her to control Squall for a while?). But the last thing I expected was what happened.
"I'm sorry, but I have to ask, you doing any better on the relationship scene Squally-boy?"
He shook his head, Hyne I loved his quiet personality now.
"Why not? Afraid?"
"Things haven't worked out," he admitted, "Nida expected to much. Just like the others."
"WAIT!" I shouted, leaping to my feet, "NIDA?!" Something in me could not believe Squall to be bi-sexual, much less gay.
Squall nodded and sighed, "Yes. You have a problem with me?"
I shook my head, "Is that why you wanted me to come back here?"
"HYNE NO!" Squall said, and placed a piece of bluish paper on the table. Plans for a Garden? "I want you to be my SeeD Commander when the new Esthar Garden is built."
Author's Notes: Yes. sadly, a short chapter. And lack of my Beta.. It's okay... I PROMISE I'll tell you if something gets changed. Yes I realize I made little progression, but I needed to clear up some of the background. And Seifer's point of view was far better for it than Squall's. Next chapter will be real soon. I'll get progression in, as well as another short flash back. Those will dot this story. Sorry. Just for a warning, I am going to leave you with a cliffhanger next chapter so be prepared.
Compunm: Thanks for liking my story. I'm glad the personalities are something you like. I actually have a Beta JUST for making sure I'm sticking to Squall and Seifer's real attitudes. I have, in truth, three Betas. One for personality, one for grammar and spelling (most important one, he's like my editor) and one for the whole story line. Yep.
Here is a little back ground into the reason for the story. I actually got DARED by a friend to do this and I am loving it. I'll call her Ireland. So, Ireland, who knows I am a writer and LOVES my weapon art, said I should have been a medieval weapon smith, then dared me to write a story about a curse of a Final Fantasy character because of a weapon smith. So here it is.
That silent, cold glare of my lion chills me to the bone. Somehow I still can't believe that he is mine. And at the same time I can't believe that he still acts like all I am is his enemy. I mean, come on! We'd been together for nearly five years. I can even remember how this relationship had started. It was one year after the death of Ultimecia. For so long I'd been hiding because of the price still on my head. At the time, I was living on a fishing boat in Balamb. It was such a beautiful day.
The sea was calm, and the fish were biting like crazy. Not just those horrible Badamb fish, but the wonderful Balamb. But back to the point, it had been a very quiet day. So there was no chance that I could NOT hear the person trying to sneak up from behind me on the dock. With my toes in the water, and line cast out far, I really couldn't make much of a move to figure out who it was. Placing the fishing poll in a holder on the dock, I leaned back, hands behind my back to support me. They were getting closer. I could hear breath, and the shifting of grip on the weapon. It had to be another person trying to get that price on my head.
One of the hands I was leaning on gripped the hilt of the knife I used for gutting and scaling fish. I could hear the blade of the mercenary cutting through the air. I raised the dagger in time to parry the slash. Simple really. What had caused me to drop the small blade was the face my eyes met.
"Leonheart? Come to finish the job?" I stood, staring a moment at the wet foot prints I was leaving while I brushed off my pants.
"Stuff it Almasy," he shot back as he put his gunblade to it's new sheath by his side.
I couldn't help but be confused, "Why are you here?"
But that was over 5 years ago. I don't think remembering it will do too much for me now. Stumbling down the large rocky incline, I swear when I stub my toe. I hop up and down holding my foot and swearing. Maybe becoming uncursed was not really worth the effort. We've been walking around for a day with no sign of what we're supposed to do next. And Hyne these rocks were doing a total to my feet.
Looking back I Squall, I notice he's not moving. Shit. Something is wrong, so I start to climb back up to him. And now he's pointing at something, "Hey Squall, what are you doing?"
"There," He said in a low voice, "That is where we must go."
Following his line of sight, I notice a large mountainous peak. Just WHY did he have to pick there. If the answers aren't there, it will take days to climb down. It will take all day to get there at this current pace. Oh well. I guess that while we walk there I can think more about when I was 19 and so very handsome.
Yes. I had even then been arrogant. But when the Lion had finally smiled and said he wanted me to come back to Garden with him, even I could not claim it was my looks that had caused his change of opinion of me. Must want a public execution. Taking out the last dangerous man in the world. And when we got there. God, what a time we had. Just all that time talking about the past year, about being controlled by a Sorceress (who knew Rinoa had it in her to control Squall for a while?). But the last thing I expected was what happened.
"I'm sorry, but I have to ask, you doing any better on the relationship scene Squally-boy?"
He shook his head, Hyne I loved his quiet personality now.
"Why not? Afraid?"
"Things haven't worked out," he admitted, "Nida expected to much. Just like the others."
"WAIT!" I shouted, leaping to my feet, "NIDA?!" Something in me could not believe Squall to be bi-sexual, much less gay.
Squall nodded and sighed, "Yes. You have a problem with me?"
I shook my head, "Is that why you wanted me to come back here?"
"HYNE NO!" Squall said, and placed a piece of bluish paper on the table. Plans for a Garden? "I want you to be my SeeD Commander when the new Esthar Garden is built."
Author's Notes: Yes. sadly, a short chapter. And lack of my Beta.. It's okay... I PROMISE I'll tell you if something gets changed. Yes I realize I made little progression, but I needed to clear up some of the background. And Seifer's point of view was far better for it than Squall's. Next chapter will be real soon. I'll get progression in, as well as another short flash back. Those will dot this story. Sorry. Just for a warning, I am going to leave you with a cliffhanger next chapter so be prepared.
Compunm: Thanks for liking my story. I'm glad the personalities are something you like. I actually have a Beta JUST for making sure I'm sticking to Squall and Seifer's real attitudes. I have, in truth, three Betas. One for personality, one for grammar and spelling (most important one, he's like my editor) and one for the whole story line. Yep.
Here is a little back ground into the reason for the story. I actually got DARED by a friend to do this and I am loving it. I'll call her Ireland. So, Ireland, who knows I am a writer and LOVES my weapon art, said I should have been a medieval weapon smith, then dared me to write a story about a curse of a Final Fantasy character because of a weapon smith. So here it is.