Genki: It's a new shorty!
Kratos: You really should work on updates.
Genki: But, I've got to write this! It's so inspirational. T-T I would make this a fanfic with song, but I don't have any good songs to match with this. I'll just write a life/fabric metaphor. o.o;

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This Piece of Fabric

This life is like a piece of fabric,
Using my needle to sew my life.

"Why do I get this funny feeling?" Lloyd stared into the blue sky, watching cotton snails creep by. "Everytime I think about him, which is all the time, my heart pulls, and yet. . ." His self-rant was cut short by an intruder.

"Lloyd?" He turned to see who it was.

"Ze-Zelos!" His face blushed as Zelos gave a chuckle and sat beside him. "You didn't hear that, did you?"

"Hear. . . what?"

"Ah, apparently not then." A sigh of relief blew past his lips. (Oh my god, my attempt at descriptions is embarrassing...)

"You okay?"

"Hm? Yeah, why?"

"You seem awfully depressed lately."

Lloyd's head hung a bit. "Well. . . I'm fine."

"Okay, whatever." He tapped his chin lightly and gave a smile. "Cheer up! I hate depressed people!" And he walked away. But Lloyd couldn't get the image out of his mind.

His smile. . . it makes me. . .

Blush. . .

"No way!" Lloyd shook a head. "It's friendship! FRIENDship!!" BoyFRIEND! "No! No-- eww!! He's a guy!!" I wanna cuddle with 'im!! "Ewwww!!"

And yet sometimes I fail to comprehend what I'm sewing.
What kind of threads are these?

Night quickly covered the day like a starry blanket. The brunette was bundled in a sleeping bag, eyes closed shut. He twitched when he felt a hand on his waist, but let the owner continue to see what was going on. Fingers softly touched him.

"Lloyd's so cute when he's asleep!" A familiar voice cooed. Recognizing the voice, he avoided moving as much as possible to not give away he was awake.

"Zelos, cut it out, would you?" Raine sighed, as her younger sibling slept soundly in his lap. "You're going to wake him up."

"No I won't. Relax, it's not like he'd kill me if he woke up."

"Don't be so sure of yourself."

But Zelos let out a snicker as he continued to play with Lloyd. He even started tugging at his ear with tender fingers, then held his head in his hand.

Must. . . not. . . smile. . .

But I feel so warm. . .

Why do I feel this way?

Slowly, Lloyd drifted into sleep, and everything washed away.

This thread seems so beautiful,
But something seems wrong with it.

"Ugh. . . what?. . ." He woke to his face buried into soft fabric. Nuzzling it in his subconscious state, he realized what he'd been nuzzling.

"U-uh, mornin', Zelos. . ."

Or whom he'd been nuzzling.

"Morning." He laughed some as he took some brown hair and pulled gently on it. "Sleep well?"

"Um, yeah." He decided not to fight against his feelings, and buried his face back into Zelos' warm chest.

Why is he doing this?

And even more. . .

Why do I love it so much?

"Zelos?"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"No-nothing."

"Okay. . ."

Lovable Zelos. Never insisted on an answer.

I take a closer look.
But the colors dazzle me.
What inks are these?

Later that day, Sheena came around. "Um, Zelos?"

"What is it, my voluptuous hunny?" He turned around, but the summoner, to everyone's surprised, grasped his wrist.

"Can I talk to you. . . alone?"

"Of course!" They went off on their own.

But Lloyd already knew what it was that she wanted.

"Say Lloyd?"

I turned around to see Sheena. She looked a bit nervous.

"What is it?" I asked, cocking my head slightly.

"Uh, I have a question."

"Well, ask it. I'm all ears."

"I've had something for Zelos for a little while now. . ."

"A smack or two?" I laughed.

"No, no." She laughed too. "I like him more. . ."

"Really?" I stared at her, somewhat surprised.

"Yeah. Um, do you think. . . I should tell him?"

"Of course you should!"

"You think?"

"Yeah!"

"Thanks, Lloyd." She walked away.

"Good luck!" I called to her and she nodded her head in thanks.

But. . . he didn't like it. Something was tearing at his heart, tugging and pulling, wanting him to run to Zelos and fall into his arms, claiming him as his own.

No. . .

I couldn't. . .

I'm too blinded by these colors to tell,
They're too beautiful to examine.
Maybe I'll take my needle,
And start to sew them in this fabric.

Within a week, it was determined.

Zelos and Sheena were a couple.

And while everyone else was happy for them, Lloyd congratulated them, but at the same time, it ate him whole.

One cold night, the redhead was left on sentry duty. Lloyd, unable to sleep because of the cold, walked to where the Chosen of Tethe'alla sat, watching the grassy plains before him.

"Zelos?" he whispered.

"Ah, Lloyd!" He smiled. "Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"I can't. It's cold. So I thought I'd help you." He sat down by Zelos, only to be pulled into his lap.

"Naw, sleep. Body heat is one of the best warmths you can get. So, I'll help you sleep."

Normally, he would have fought against it and insisted on helping. But his emotions took the field, and Lloyd laid in his lap.

I guess I am in love.

But. . . if I am. . .

That means the friendship's ruined.

And what if Zelos gets mad at me?

Aw, Zelos. . . I didn't mean to. . .

Tears started to flood from his eyes, and his body quivered uncontrollably. Noticing, Zelos looked down and patted his head. "What's wrong?"

"I-I'm sorry. . ."

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry. . ."

"For what?. . ."

There was no holding back now. "I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to. I. . . can't get you off my mind. I can't stop dreaming about you. . . I. . . fell in love with you." While he sobbed, Zelos held a hand to his head.

"Hey, shh. It'll be okay."

"I really didn't mean to Zelos. . . I'm sorry. . . Our friendship is ruined. . ."

Crying for a few more minutes, Lloyd spoke again. "Would it be fair. . . to ask you how you felt about this?"

"Hm, well, it's quite ironic. You're crying while I'm grinning, 'cause I've got the boy I want crying in my lap."

He lifted his head, his red eyes and puffy cheeks now visible. "Really?"

"Mm hmm." But Zelos turned away slightly.

Another few minutes passed. "Ah, Zelos. . ."

"Yeah?"

"C-could you. . . kiss me?"

"Ah, heck." Zelos kissed his cheek, perhaps misinterpreting the message until Lloyd lifted his head and lips touched for only a few seconds. Feeling settled, Lloyd collasped back into his lap. Zelos, on the other hand, felt awkward.

He. . . loves me?

Oh. Dear. Goddess.

Now that the thread's in the fabric,
It seems so beautiful.
But I failed to notice
That some stitches are loose.

A/N: I deleted my whole rant on how this relates to the real story. e.e;;

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