FFVIII: Playing Dead

[edenbound]

Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: Seifer POV, angst, deathfic
Rating: PG13
Summary: Squall can't be dead. For fic_on_demand.


You're not dead. How could you be? I'm still alive, I still live and breathe. Any minute now you'll take a breath, sit up, mumble 'whatever' and walk away, and then I'll have a purpose again. Any minute now. Because it just doesn't work this way, you know, the hero never dies. Especially not you.

So in a minute, you'll open your eyes. Won't you?

We were perfect. We could fight and we knew each other inside out, no feint was really a surprise, no insult could touch you because you knew I was only playing my part. We played our parts well. Didn't we? Until now, because now, you broke character, you are dead. We could have been more perfect. We were supposed to tear the world apart between us. Or well, I was supposed to tear the world apart -- it's your duty to fix it.

Fucking open your eyes!

Are you scared? Are you scared, Leonhart? Don't be. Because you're meant to play this part, you're meant to be my rival. We give each other our reason to live. Remember? So you need to open your eyes and stop playing dead. The fighting isn't a bad thing.

Wake up.

Comments

[lassarina]

*squeal* Oh my. That's wonderful. I really like it, especially because I'm never quite sure, at the end of the game, if Squall lived or if it's just an illusion there on the Garden balcony.