Author's notes: Wow... Up at the TOP! Okay... We're having a nice little
confusing part here... Bear with me. And a cliffhanger... DON'T KILL ME FOR IT
OR YOU NEVER FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS!
Redrum: The curse will be cleared up next chapter. I am glad my characters are accurate
Silv17: Nida was male... Fourth SeeD made from the whole mission at the beginning. Ends up flying Garden...He should have been more important. I love him. Seifer is my problem when I write.
"Bronze!" I proclaim in shock. It wasn't just bronze, but highly polished, and upon the ground in a circle. Some etched out characters that were very ancient. Still, they were somewhat familiar. "Would you expect a metal as light and pure as silver, or platinum, or even one as bright and beautiful as gold on the Island Closest to Hell?"
I couldn't deny his logic. Bronze was a more fiery metal than others. And in history, it was associated closely to war, as steel and iron is today. Only made sense it was in a place connected with death and the fires of hell. He was probably right, silver or platinum would not be in abundance here, they seem more destined for heaven. In silence we inspect the rocks ringing this flattened cliff. A half a day we had hiked to the point that we'd agreed earlier had to be what we were searching for.
"Well, you think we should summon Ifrit?" I asked my currently distant lover.
It wasn't like him to act like this when we were alone... For how long we've been together, he never was the silent one. Maybe this curse is real; it's already tearing us apart.
Those stormy eyes are staring at me; apparently Squall doesn't like my silence. I'm lost in a sea of thoughts right now. This moment I am thinking of these odd characters, remembering them from a book. It was on Guardian Forces. Symbols like this were found to be used to seal GFs in many place during ancient times, or to bring out their power. They were even outside of the fire caves where Ifrit was kept for the SeeD exam. Those ones prevented Ifrit from getting out without being in the possession of a person.
Now my thoughts change to the day me and Squall had first moved into the new Esthar Garden. That day I'd learned about Laguna being Squall's father. I learned about our big 'sis' Ellone actually being adopted by Laguna, making her Squall's REAL big sis. He told me about his mother, Raine, and even about how Rinoa's mother had almost become Laguna's woman... Meaning Squall was so very close to never being born. I don't know why he told me everything about himself, but he did. He even told me what I knew for a half a year was coming....
"You're lucky to know your family, or at least father and sister," I had admitted, even to this day I did not know mine, "Hyne Squall, you've got everything. Friends, success, power, money, a job you've gotta love, and most importantly, a family."
He had shaken his head, not at my last remark, because a family really means more to orphans at any age than anything else. Looking at him, I knew he was going to agree with me, he did have everything he could possibly want. I bet that someday he'll have a cute little wife.... Then I remembered he was gay. I decide that one day his father will have him run for President of Esthar.
"I don't have everything I want," he responded.
"What more can you want, Oh Lion of Esthar?" I joked.
"..." his silence was so cruel back then. He had motioned for me to follow him in. It took us thirty minutes before we found the wing assigned for instructors and employees to room in so that we could even begin to find our rooms. While he led me to what would be my room, I watched the sway of his hips. I was damned to think it, but this man was more beautiful than I was! After what seemed an eternity of just us and our footsteps, he paused and punches a code into the nearest security pad. Never too patient, I slipped in before him and plopped onto the couch provided.
"Seifer," I turned my attention to the brunette who had sat beside me, "I don't have everything I want," he repeated, "I never had, and still don't have you."
Then his pips were against mine. Soft as silk, and just as icy cold as I had always thought his skin could be. One, two, five minutes passed with us like this. His arms wrap around my neck. My hands run through his hair, holding him close. Then I had realized what was going on and I quickly pulled away, in denial.
"And I never will have you," he mumbled as he touched his lips, maybe in shock of what he had done.
"Damn it Leonheart! How can you say that?"
"You should..." I never learned how he was going to finish that sentence. Still not sure why I did what I did, but to this day I am proud of his. Pinned beneath me on the couch, my lion squirmed, maybe in shock, maybe in pleasure, maybe for a reason I don't know. But I do know how sweet his flesh tasted that day. Like candy, or maybe like honey. So swiftly our relationship accelerated to a point where I always kept a few changes of clothes in his rooms. Nothing was ever really tense, 'til now.
"Are you going to summon Ifrit or not?" Squall asked again, returning me to reality.
"Now are you starting to believe in a curse? Cause if you aren't, we can leave," I responded.
"No such thing."
I sighed, "You were never taught about it I guess. They say you're doomed to a half life, living forever but never being happy. Always afraid. Having what you desire destroyed. Watching everyone you love die by your blade," I had to look away as my voice cracked on that last part.
"No such thing," he was sounding like a broken record.
Giving in, I sighed and focused on the echoing voice inside of me. One strong voice warned me from proceeding. You'd never know it by my past, but I always carried Gilgamesh. After the strength I had showed on the Lunatic Pandora, the GF had spent a better part of my time once I returned to Esthar training me to be stronger; strong enough to properly slay a Guardian Force. Still he watched out for me almost as intensely as Ifrit himself. Ah! There is the gruff voice of my favorite guardian. His desire to be released consumes me. I let him lose.
Redrum: The curse will be cleared up next chapter. I am glad my characters are accurate
Silv17: Nida was male... Fourth SeeD made from the whole mission at the beginning. Ends up flying Garden...He should have been more important. I love him. Seifer is my problem when I write.
"Bronze!" I proclaim in shock. It wasn't just bronze, but highly polished, and upon the ground in a circle. Some etched out characters that were very ancient. Still, they were somewhat familiar. "Would you expect a metal as light and pure as silver, or platinum, or even one as bright and beautiful as gold on the Island Closest to Hell?"
I couldn't deny his logic. Bronze was a more fiery metal than others. And in history, it was associated closely to war, as steel and iron is today. Only made sense it was in a place connected with death and the fires of hell. He was probably right, silver or platinum would not be in abundance here, they seem more destined for heaven. In silence we inspect the rocks ringing this flattened cliff. A half a day we had hiked to the point that we'd agreed earlier had to be what we were searching for.
"Well, you think we should summon Ifrit?" I asked my currently distant lover.
It wasn't like him to act like this when we were alone... For how long we've been together, he never was the silent one. Maybe this curse is real; it's already tearing us apart.
Those stormy eyes are staring at me; apparently Squall doesn't like my silence. I'm lost in a sea of thoughts right now. This moment I am thinking of these odd characters, remembering them from a book. It was on Guardian Forces. Symbols like this were found to be used to seal GFs in many place during ancient times, or to bring out their power. They were even outside of the fire caves where Ifrit was kept for the SeeD exam. Those ones prevented Ifrit from getting out without being in the possession of a person.
Now my thoughts change to the day me and Squall had first moved into the new Esthar Garden. That day I'd learned about Laguna being Squall's father. I learned about our big 'sis' Ellone actually being adopted by Laguna, making her Squall's REAL big sis. He told me about his mother, Raine, and even about how Rinoa's mother had almost become Laguna's woman... Meaning Squall was so very close to never being born. I don't know why he told me everything about himself, but he did. He even told me what I knew for a half a year was coming....
"You're lucky to know your family, or at least father and sister," I had admitted, even to this day I did not know mine, "Hyne Squall, you've got everything. Friends, success, power, money, a job you've gotta love, and most importantly, a family."
He had shaken his head, not at my last remark, because a family really means more to orphans at any age than anything else. Looking at him, I knew he was going to agree with me, he did have everything he could possibly want. I bet that someday he'll have a cute little wife.... Then I remembered he was gay. I decide that one day his father will have him run for President of Esthar.
"I don't have everything I want," he responded.
"What more can you want, Oh Lion of Esthar?" I joked.
"..." his silence was so cruel back then. He had motioned for me to follow him in. It took us thirty minutes before we found the wing assigned for instructors and employees to room in so that we could even begin to find our rooms. While he led me to what would be my room, I watched the sway of his hips. I was damned to think it, but this man was more beautiful than I was! After what seemed an eternity of just us and our footsteps, he paused and punches a code into the nearest security pad. Never too patient, I slipped in before him and plopped onto the couch provided.
"Seifer," I turned my attention to the brunette who had sat beside me, "I don't have everything I want," he repeated, "I never had, and still don't have you."
Then his pips were against mine. Soft as silk, and just as icy cold as I had always thought his skin could be. One, two, five minutes passed with us like this. His arms wrap around my neck. My hands run through his hair, holding him close. Then I had realized what was going on and I quickly pulled away, in denial.
"And I never will have you," he mumbled as he touched his lips, maybe in shock of what he had done.
"Damn it Leonheart! How can you say that?"
"You should..." I never learned how he was going to finish that sentence. Still not sure why I did what I did, but to this day I am proud of his. Pinned beneath me on the couch, my lion squirmed, maybe in shock, maybe in pleasure, maybe for a reason I don't know. But I do know how sweet his flesh tasted that day. Like candy, or maybe like honey. So swiftly our relationship accelerated to a point where I always kept a few changes of clothes in his rooms. Nothing was ever really tense, 'til now.
"Are you going to summon Ifrit or not?" Squall asked again, returning me to reality.
"Now are you starting to believe in a curse? Cause if you aren't, we can leave," I responded.
"No such thing."
I sighed, "You were never taught about it I guess. They say you're doomed to a half life, living forever but never being happy. Always afraid. Having what you desire destroyed. Watching everyone you love die by your blade," I had to look away as my voice cracked on that last part.
"No such thing," he was sounding like a broken record.
Giving in, I sighed and focused on the echoing voice inside of me. One strong voice warned me from proceeding. You'd never know it by my past, but I always carried Gilgamesh. After the strength I had showed on the Lunatic Pandora, the GF had spent a better part of my time once I returned to Esthar training me to be stronger; strong enough to properly slay a Guardian Force. Still he watched out for me almost as intensely as Ifrit himself. Ah! There is the gruff voice of my favorite guardian. His desire to be released consumes me. I let him lose.