The Summit
Summary: The ins and outs of a romantic relationship are ones meant to be explored. 100 themes challenge fic. Ratings vary. KainxCecil.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Final Fantasy IV. The themes are mine, though.
Theme 5: Lost
Specific Warnings: None besides the obvious. Canonverse setting, pre-IV. Kain is 8 and Cecil is 7. (They're like freaking babies rdfjhjdkdjhdjxcdjk)
Rating: K+
This one reeks of preslash. And preslash smells like cherries. Please enjoy.
Cecil was scared. He was alone and scared and it was going to be dark soon. Sniffling to himself and rubbing an arm across his watering eyes, he sat curled up in front of a large tree, too afraid to go anywhere in fear of getting even more lost.
He should not have wandered outside the castle. And he really should not have gone into the forest. Admittedly, he could not remember why he wanted to do either in the first place.
Cecil sniffled some more, as if his own nose had acted completely against his will, and he rubbed harder at his eyes. He was not going to cry. Kain would call him a baby if he cried over this. If he managed to get out of this forest and see his blond friend again sometime soon at least.
Somehow the thought alone made him want to cry even more.
Cecil wiped the oncoming tears from his eyes and hoped someone was looking for him by now. He was not sure exactly when he left the castle grounds, but a while must have passed since the sun was definitely not in the same position in the sky as before.
He knew staying here was not the best option. But the older knights had spoken occasionally about monsters in the woods and how wandering around when lost was not a good idea. And Cecil always did try his best to listen to their warnings.
Bushes rustled suddenly off in the distance and the young boy stiffened. Hiding his face in his knees and praying that it was not a monster, Cecil tried to be as still as he could, despite how much he wanted to start shaking. More rustling and then footsteps, ones that were coming closer and closer with each passing second.
They stopped in front of him soon and a voice called to him, "Cecil."
Believing that he had not heard right, Cecil kept his face hidden.
"Hey, Cecil!"
Cecil jerked his head up fast. "Kain?" He resisted the urge to wipe his eyes, knowing he was most likely going to start crying. "What are you doing here?"
Kain shifted his weight to left foot, gazing around the circle of trees as he did so before looking back at Cecil. "What are you doing here? Everybody's been looking for you."
Tears welled up further into Cecil's sight. "I don't know..."
Kain let out a big sigh and then held out a hand. "Come on, let's just go back."
Looking up at the preferred hand with wet eyes, Cecil grabbed it quickly and stood up, letting Kain lead him out.
They continued to hold hands even after they exited the forest.
Author's Notes: First time writing baby Kain and little Cecil. Yes, I call their child versions that. :| Please Review.
Thank You (Reviewers, Favers, and Alerters): Hatemylife68, TechNomaNcer28