Face (Seifer/Fuu, 20)
Title: Face.
Author: emo_precipitate
Claim: Seifer/Fuu
Prompt: 20. Year [ faces that stay with you forever ]
Warnings: Language, obvio.
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters or the game. Blah. You know this.
No. I don't want this to end. I don't want to forget her--
Fuck that. There's no way I'm not gonna see her--
I can't leave her. Just look at her--!
Seifer wasn't coping with it too well. Fuu was leaving. No longer would he climb on Sunset Hill with her, and watch the sun drop as the trains rolled on by. He wouldn't be able to wrap his arms around her and smell the lilacs in her hair. He wouldn't be able to feel any of that any longer. She'd disappear, and he'd never see that -- again.
He couldn't say it. That four letter word was killing him. He'd looked at it so many times, cherished it, kissed it. And having it go... Almasy wasn't thrilled.
Picking up a lamp, he threw it across his bedroom, the glass shattering and falling to pieces against his wall. He'd get it for that later. His hand crashed through the plaster and wood of his wall, and he could remember when Fuu would stop him, and console him.
"Seifer!" A groan. A tug. A pull. Her arms reached around his muscular build, knowing her attempt to stop him would be futile.
"Shut up!" A left hook to the jaw. Right hook to the throat. This person would die, if he wouldn't stop soon. The leader couldn't stop. His honor was on the line. People would lose respect for him, if he didn't prove himself.
"Seifer!" She couldn't hold on much longer. Falling to the cement with a thud, she scrambled her way in front of him, and acted as a shield for the little punk. This had to stop. Even if he happened to hurt her, it'd be worth it. This violence couldn't go on forever.
Almasy was ready for another punch, but he stopped dead in his tracks. He wouldn't hurt Fuu. He couldn't believe what she'd done. She was tougher than he was, really. Flicking the chicken-wuss off, he wrapped his arms around the girl, and put his nose in her hair. She smelt like lilacs. How comforting.
He wasn't content with this at all. Who would stop him from hitting another--
A touch on his shoulder, and he instantly calmed down. His hand retreated from the crumbling foundation, and found its way to his pocket. He couldn't take himself to touch her--
But just seeing her was enough to make him weak. Darting to the bed, he stared out the window; yet he could see her reflection in the glass, looking just as upset as he. "It's okay." Kazeno walked toward him, and laid her head on his shoulder. "Don't worry."
"How the fuck am I not supossed to worry, Fuu?" His hands were stroking through her hair, and chills went through his back.
"Staying," she whispered, and an arm writhed up his chest, circling by his breast. "Here."
His heart. Of course. He could just envision her, and everything would be alright.
Turning around, his hands reached up around her face, bringing it closer and toward his. A deep kiss, and she was okay. He was okay. He could look her in the face now, knowing that she'd never leave. Even if she wasn't physically there, she'd be in his heart. And that's what mattered.
"Yeah, I'll be with you, too."
Author: emo_precipitate
Claim: Seifer/Fuu
Prompt: 20. Year [ faces that stay with you forever ]
Warnings: Language, obvio.
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters or the game. Blah. You know this.
No. I don't want this to end. I don't want to forget her--
Fuck that. There's no way I'm not gonna see her--
I can't leave her. Just look at her--!
Seifer wasn't coping with it too well. Fuu was leaving. No longer would he climb on Sunset Hill with her, and watch the sun drop as the trains rolled on by. He wouldn't be able to wrap his arms around her and smell the lilacs in her hair. He wouldn't be able to feel any of that any longer. She'd disappear, and he'd never see that -- again.
He couldn't say it. That four letter word was killing him. He'd looked at it so many times, cherished it, kissed it. And having it go... Almasy wasn't thrilled.
Picking up a lamp, he threw it across his bedroom, the glass shattering and falling to pieces against his wall. He'd get it for that later. His hand crashed through the plaster and wood of his wall, and he could remember when Fuu would stop him, and console him.
"Seifer!" A groan. A tug. A pull. Her arms reached around his muscular build, knowing her attempt to stop him would be futile.
"Shut up!" A left hook to the jaw. Right hook to the throat. This person would die, if he wouldn't stop soon. The leader couldn't stop. His honor was on the line. People would lose respect for him, if he didn't prove himself.
"Seifer!" She couldn't hold on much longer. Falling to the cement with a thud, she scrambled her way in front of him, and acted as a shield for the little punk. This had to stop. Even if he happened to hurt her, it'd be worth it. This violence couldn't go on forever.
Almasy was ready for another punch, but he stopped dead in his tracks. He wouldn't hurt Fuu. He couldn't believe what she'd done. She was tougher than he was, really. Flicking the chicken-wuss off, he wrapped his arms around the girl, and put his nose in her hair. She smelt like lilacs. How comforting.
He wasn't content with this at all. Who would stop him from hitting another--
A touch on his shoulder, and he instantly calmed down. His hand retreated from the crumbling foundation, and found its way to his pocket. He couldn't take himself to touch her--
But just seeing her was enough to make him weak. Darting to the bed, he stared out the window; yet he could see her reflection in the glass, looking just as upset as he. "It's okay." Kazeno walked toward him, and laid her head on his shoulder. "Don't worry."
"How the fuck am I not supossed to worry, Fuu?" His hands were stroking through her hair, and chills went through his back.
"Staying," she whispered, and an arm writhed up his chest, circling by his breast. "Here."
His heart. Of course. He could just envision her, and everything would be alright.
Turning around, his hands reached up around her face, bringing it closer and toward his. A deep kiss, and she was okay. He was okay. He could look her in the face now, knowing that she'd never leave. Even if she wasn't physically there, she'd be in his heart. And that's what mattered.
"Yeah, I'll be with you, too."