A drabble for my main squeeze. 3
All characters belong to Square Enix and Sony, I am not making any profit on this, it was written just for fun.
This tiny story takes place many years before the war, when our heroes were only children, and is set in the storyline of my FF8 roleplay.
Warning: Here there be love, or at least very close friendship and affection, between two boys. Don't like? Don't read.
One, two, three and he left, shooting out from underneath the cover of the back porch, sprinting across the beach, picking up his treasure which was lying where the waves had been just seconds before and turning, dashing off again, but in a different direction, down the beach.
He was panting by the time he got to his usual hiding place, his short six-year-old legs trembling slightly from the distance he'd just run, but acting quickly had been necessary. Waiting just a few seconds more could have been fatal, the waves could have taken their gift back or someone else could have seen it and gotten there before he did, but as it was, he was alone and safe and so was his squirming little prize.
He got to his knees and crawled into the small space between the large boulders, for once not paying much attention to the carved drawings he and his best friend had made on the walls. Instead, he nestled in a corner and finally opened his hands, holding them in few rays of light that crept through an opening high up above him. His small treasure sat still in his hands for a second, looking as dazed as the little thing could, but then began to crawl around as only small hermit crabs can, forcing the boy to shift and move around to prevent losing it.
He toyed with the little critter for a few minutes and decided it was perfect for stuffing down the crybaby's shirt, or maybe Quissy's for that matter, she'd tried to boss him around again, telling him to put his toys away and help her clean the breakfast table when he'd wanted nothing more than to go and play outside. Yeah, her shirt sounded like the perfect new home for the crab currently in his hands.
There was a noise outside at the entrance to his small cave and he sat up straight, ready to yell at anybody who dared to enter his hiding place without explicit permission to do so. He'd taken a deep breath and was about to scream "getout" at whoever it was, when a most familiar head poked in. Stormy grey eyes and a tiny smile were aimed at him and he calmed instantly, scooting back into his corner, making space for his best friend.
"What're you holding?" Curious peeks tried to sneak between Seifer's fingers and he opened his hands again, having closed them around the tiny crab when he'd heard Squall approach.
"Gonna put it in Quissy's shirt because she's stupid." He displayed the still squirming animal proudly, looking as cocky as a six-year-old possibly could.
"You shouldn't." Squall poked at the crab's shell, almost tipping it over and laughing quietly at its flailing legs.
The taller blond bit his lip and looked down at the creature in his hands and then at the boy next to him. "Okay." He took the other boy's hand and dumped the crab in it. "It's yours"
Squall positively lit up and smiled at Seifer, leaning closer and kissing him on the cheek, speaking quietly. "Thanks Seifer." And he crawled out of the cave again, gift in hand, leaving behind one horribly pleased boy.
