Title: American Pie
Word Count: 461
Summary: American Pie is a classic song. I was inspired. I couldn't help it! :rueful grin: This is RELAXATION.
She always felt like this. Whenever American Pie by Don McClean was on, she felt weightless, drifting, with no worries.
And it was often on- it was on one of Aerith's "Classics of Time" cds. Occasionally, it felt overplayed. Sometimes it was irritating, and got stuck in her black-haired head. It was even something that Squall liked; and Squall didn't often admit that he liked things. He said it felt like admitting a weakness, during one of their rare 'deep' moments in the Waterway after training. Cloud enjoyed it too, but his admiration was quite painful to the ear- he couldn't hold a tune at all, much as he often tried when no one was around (or so he thought).
Really, Yuffie thought, lazing back and watching Squall/Leon spar out on the cobblestones against imaginary opponents, stripped to the waist and glistening with sweat from underneath hooded lids, it was amazing, the power music could have over people. It made Cloud a more outgoing person- he wasn't known for his conversation skills, but when a favourite song came on he lightened perceptibly. And Squall: he was such a stony person by nature, uncomfortable with letting emotions show. The most common was anger, and anger was never present when he listened to some music he enjoyed. Yuffie could always tell when he liked the tune- Squall's entire body would relax, and the cold look in his ice blue eyes would disappear for the duration of the music.
Aerith was by nature a calm person- music for her made her lively, and at the same time not always worrying. It was like therapy for her. Day in day out she'd clean, and heal, and take care of meals, and listen to other people's problems, then in the evening when she'd completed all her tasks for the day she'd put on a tune and flop (very unAerith-like, but she truly flopped at the end of a busy day) into one of the comfortable, worn sofas in the lounge room of their small house, the one they'd all put in some money towards getting built in the Third District.
And Yuffie simply loved music. Chords and notes would race around her head at all times of the day; she hummed constantly; she could play every available instrument in Traverse to a certain degree of skill. It was in her blood, although not by any family he knew, Cloud would joke sometimes; it was in the air she breathed, the water she drank, the food she ate.
Feeling refreshed and relaxed, she pushed herself off the wicker chair and stumbled inside after a Squall in need of a shower, intent on getting something to eat. The last chords of American Pie were still in her head.
Because I love the song. And I was just listening to it. And I wanted to write it into a fic without making it a songfic, and this is what it became. Enjoy!
Tally. SilverAuthoress. Rikku. AngelKairi.
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