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FFVIII: In Common
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Fujin seeks out Squall to ask a favour. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Fujin is glad she contacted Squall. She hesitated over calling Quistis, or perhaps Zell. But she has a feeling Squall was the correct choice. He barely looks at her as he enters the bar, making his way over to sit beside her without a pause or hesitation. Nothing to draw undue attention to him -- but not so obviously purposeful as to draw attention that way. She's grateful for that, though it's probably for his sake rather than her's. He's making a name for himself in this war, she knows.
"What is it?"
"Neither Seifer or Raijin know I'm here," she says, softly. She catches a glimmer of surprise on his face. He's only ever heard her speaking like a drill sergeant: half a shout, always gruff, forceful.
"What is this, then? Are you turning on them?"
"You know I wouldn't," she says, rather hoping he does. They don't know each other, except around the edges -- she knows him through Seifer, and respects him because Seifer does. It'd be nice, or better, or more comforting, or something, if he knew her that much.
"Yes," Squall says, after a pause. "I know."
Fujin picks up her drink, taking a sip. She doesn't look at him. "Seifer isn't himself."
"I thought he was," Squall says, and there's a hint of bitterness in his voice that doesn't suit him. "He's an arrogant asshole at the best of times."
"But not a murderer. Not like this." Fujin turns slightly to look at him, her eye bright and intent. "All I want is some assurance that if I can persuade him to give up -- or if he doesn't and just me and Raijin do -- that we'll... we'll get some kind of fair trial. I'm not asking you not to fight him. What he's doing... is wrong."
Squall stays silent for a moment. "I can't promise anything if you stay at his side longer. And I can't make any promises for him. But if it's in my hands, yes, he'll have a fair trial, and we'll see whether he is himself or not. If you have any influence on him..."
"I don't," she says, and now her words are the ones edged with bitterness. She finishes her drink. "I just like to think I might be able to find some way..."
Squall looks up at her. There's something in his eyes -- hope, maybe. "I hate this war too."
"We have that much in common," she says, wryly, and then turns to go, leaving him there. She got what she came for. There's no time to sit around now.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Fujin seeks out Squall to ask a favour. For
fated_children.Fujin is glad she contacted Squall. She hesitated over calling Quistis, or perhaps Zell. But she has a feeling Squall was the correct choice. He barely looks at her as he enters the bar, making his way over to sit beside her without a pause or hesitation. Nothing to draw undue attention to him -- but not so obviously purposeful as to draw attention that way. She's grateful for that, though it's probably for his sake rather than her's. He's making a name for himself in this war, she knows.
"What is it?"
"Neither Seifer or Raijin know I'm here," she says, softly. She catches a glimmer of surprise on his face. He's only ever heard her speaking like a drill sergeant: half a shout, always gruff, forceful.
"What is this, then? Are you turning on them?"
"You know I wouldn't," she says, rather hoping he does. They don't know each other, except around the edges -- she knows him through Seifer, and respects him because Seifer does. It'd be nice, or better, or more comforting, or something, if he knew her that much.
"Yes," Squall says, after a pause. "I know."
Fujin picks up her drink, taking a sip. She doesn't look at him. "Seifer isn't himself."
"I thought he was," Squall says, and there's a hint of bitterness in his voice that doesn't suit him. "He's an arrogant asshole at the best of times."
"But not a murderer. Not like this." Fujin turns slightly to look at him, her eye bright and intent. "All I want is some assurance that if I can persuade him to give up -- or if he doesn't and just me and Raijin do -- that we'll... we'll get some kind of fair trial. I'm not asking you not to fight him. What he's doing... is wrong."
Squall stays silent for a moment. "I can't promise anything if you stay at his side longer. And I can't make any promises for him. But if it's in my hands, yes, he'll have a fair trial, and we'll see whether he is himself or not. If you have any influence on him..."
"I don't," she says, and now her words are the ones edged with bitterness. She finishes her drink. "I just like to think I might be able to find some way..."
Squall looks up at her. There's something in his eyes -- hope, maybe. "I hate this war too."
"We have that much in common," she says, wryly, and then turns to go, leaving him there. She got what she came for. There's no time to sit around now.