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FFVIII: Proximity (1)
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Chapter: One
Rating: G
Summary: Fujin goes to Squall for help when Seifer disappears. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fated_children.
"Leonhart."
Squall looks up to see Fujin standing in the doorway. He doesn't waste time on contemplating her voice just then: quiet and controlled, not her usual parade ground commands. "Yes?"
"Seifer's gone."
He raises an eyebrow, not replying. His mind races through the possibilities, but he remains perfectly still. Waiting to see if she'll blame him or ask for his help. Waiting to know whether she's here in peace or to cause more problems. His muscles tense up slightly, and he reaches to touch the hilt of Lionheart -- ready for anything.
"I don't want your help," she says, slowly. She takes a step forward, meeting his eyes levelly and crossing her arms over her chest. "I think I do need it, though. This isn't going to be easy."
He would be amazed by how much she's talking lately, but this isn't time for that. "SeeD? Or me?"
"Whichever."
"Why is he gone?"
Fujin shrugs. "We got into a fight for his sake, he got quiet and thoughtful, left during the night, leaving a note saying that he didn't want to get us in trouble anymore. I -- we -- have to find him. We belong at his side."
She doesn't show even a trace of embarrassment at saying something like that -- something he can grudgingly approve of. It sounds like Seifer, too -- the new Seifer, anyway. Or the old Seifer, peeled out of his layers of arrogance and pride. Either term could be true. "I can't offer you SeeD's help."
"Then, your own?"
He barely considers it, putting down a bundle of papers and shutting a drawer. "Yes. I'll meet you tomorrow, in Balamb. Oh-eight-hundred hours."
"Early."
Squall shrugs. "The early bird catches the worm."
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Chapter: One
Rating: G
Summary: Fujin goes to Squall for help when Seifer disappears. For
fated_children."Leonhart."
Squall looks up to see Fujin standing in the doorway. He doesn't waste time on contemplating her voice just then: quiet and controlled, not her usual parade ground commands. "Yes?"
"Seifer's gone."
He raises an eyebrow, not replying. His mind races through the possibilities, but he remains perfectly still. Waiting to see if she'll blame him or ask for his help. Waiting to know whether she's here in peace or to cause more problems. His muscles tense up slightly, and he reaches to touch the hilt of Lionheart -- ready for anything.
"I don't want your help," she says, slowly. She takes a step forward, meeting his eyes levelly and crossing her arms over her chest. "I think I do need it, though. This isn't going to be easy."
He would be amazed by how much she's talking lately, but this isn't time for that. "SeeD? Or me?"
"Whichever."
"Why is he gone?"
Fujin shrugs. "We got into a fight for his sake, he got quiet and thoughtful, left during the night, leaving a note saying that he didn't want to get us in trouble anymore. I -- we -- have to find him. We belong at his side."
She doesn't show even a trace of embarrassment at saying something like that -- something he can grudgingly approve of. It sounds like Seifer, too -- the new Seifer, anyway. Or the old Seifer, peeled out of his layers of arrogance and pride. Either term could be true. "I can't offer you SeeD's help."
"Then, your own?"
He barely considers it, putting down a bundle of papers and shutting a drawer. "Yes. I'll meet you tomorrow, in Balamb. Oh-eight-hundred hours."
"Early."
Squall shrugs. "The early bird catches the worm."