Disc: I don't own FFVI or any of the mentioned characters. I simply kill them...er...play with them... . (a.k.a: strip them of all their dignity.)
Authors Note: LeoKefka is one of the more intersting pairs in FF6 fandom, IMO, along side w/ Terra/Celes. I enjoyed writing this, and hope to do more FF6 works, and reviews, good or bad, will help me along my path of writing.
Jesters Tears
"Kefka, I..."
"What? Don't trust me? Don't like me? What is it General? Obviously it's bothering you, but frankly...I'm bored with you."
Kefka Palazzo smirked at his fellow General, a ruby red lipped smirk gracing his pale face. Leo sighed. "No, Kefka. That's not it."
"Then what is it? You seem to have issues with me, I mean really! Why would you?"
A dramatic sigh escaped the psychotic generals lips.
Leo placed a hand on his forehead with a sigh.
"No Kefka. I need to seriously speak with you."
"I imagine so..." Kefka chuckled, crossing his long, silken arms.
"Kefka, you need to stop this. This war lust, this obsession with Branford, this..."
"This whole love/hate thing with you?" The magitek-induced General asked with a smirk, knowing full well what Leo was getting at.
The tanned man stiffed and sighed. He ran a hand through his plush hair in annoyance.
"Kefka..."
Kefka giggled, and skipped to the taller man daintily, only landing on his toes.
He wrapped his arms around the other mans neck, like a woman would to her husband during a ball.
"But Leo..." The mage purred seductively, a knowing smirk on his face.
"Don't you like it when I...love you?" He asked seductively.
Leo closed his eyes, and Kefka assumed he had one the jangle, until the green eyed man opened his eyes again, and pierced Kefka with them.
"Kefka. You are mentally imbalanced. Your a psychotic masochist, and a pyromaniac."
"You know me so well!" Kefka swooned, his smirk becoming sinister.
"Aren't you going to kill me Leo?" He asked, earning a glare.
"Kefka...you..." Kefka pushed himself up on his tip-toes, forcing their mouth's together.
Leo found it warm, like always, but he couldn't give in. He couldn't let Kefka have that pleasure of control.
When the kiss broke Kefka seemed to study him carefully, disappointed when Leo didn't say the three words that made him vulnerable, and Kefka his god.
'Oh well.' he thought. 'Maybe next time.'
Kefka bolted up in his large bed, his silk red covers splaying over his lithe body like an elegant skin. "Oh. It was a dream."
The strange feeling of wetness of the eyes made a way down his cheek.
"How annoying." the Half-god muttered solemnly, wiping the tears away roughly.
He lay back down, hair splaying on the bed and soft pillow like a ray of light, as he stared at the ceiling.
"How is it up there, Leo?" He yawned, and rolled onto his side, preparing for more haunted dreams.
...Why is there hope? It is these things that I will destroy...
