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FFVIII: Going Home
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Fujin
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Deling was probably about the stupidest place for him to be, all things considered. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
irish_ais on my first kisses meme.
He'd never been able to shake the feeling that people knew him, were watching him, were just waiting for their chance. He thought he was probably justified in feeling rather paranoid, too: what he'd done had been bad enough, and the news, as the news was meant to do in the grand scheme of things, had blown things up beyond all proportion so that despite all the time between and the more sedate reports about his trial and the truth of the matter, people probably still thought he'd willingly eaten babies.
Deling City was probably about the stupidest place to be, for that reason.
Seifer's eloquent, comprehensive and charming answer to that thought was: fuck that.
After all, Fujin lived in Deling. He'd thought over the pros and cons of going to see her for quite a while, starting with the thought of how hard she'd kick him. It'd been two years since he'd disappeared, leaving Raijin passed out drunk and Fujin watching over him to make sure he didn't throw up and choke on his tongue or whatever the problem might've been.
Two years since he'd last spoken to her.
He wondered how mad she'd be.
He wondered if Raijin would be there. If, maybe, she'd settled down with a guy. If she'd had a kid. Quistis had been able to tell him where she was, but that was all -- and that much grudgingly enough that he suspected she'd only let the call last that long to get a trace on his location.
Not that it mattered. The SeeD operative they'd had following him for the last six months was still somewhere six meters back and slightly to the right. He tolerated him. He was even wondering whether he should shock the life out of him by stopping, turning around and suggesting they get a coffee somewhere. So far, they'd both pretended that Seifer didn't know he was there.
He was trying not to think too much about what he was doing, by now. Fujin's house was just down the street -- a house, not an apartment, albeit probably a tiny one. It'd probably be scrupulously clean. Unless she had a kid.
He couldn't imagine her with a kid.
Seifer wasn't nervous, exactly. Still, he hesitated on the doorstep before he rang the bell, and half thought about bolting once he had. He wasn't scared -- not for himself. But who knew what might happen to her because of him?
(Nothing, a treacherous little voice said. Nothing, if you stay and protect her.)
The door opened. Fujin stood there. She looked much like she had before -- maybe a little less tired, maybe a little less tight-lipped and stern. Her hair was longer, better cut. She didn't smile.
"Recognise me?" he asked, and found his voice was husky like he hadn't been using it. Which, he supposed, he hadn't.
It wasn't, of course, from emotion.
"Seifer," she said, in an uncharacteristically quiet voice. And then she was kissing him, and he couldn't fathom exactly how they'd got to be standing in the middle of a Deling street with their arms around each other, but nor did he care. Her lips were chapped, peeling, her kiss a little too forceful -- as he'd always imagined, and never really thought he'd find out.
"I take it you missed me, then," he said, with a smirk, when she pulled back.
She didn't seem to expect anything better from him. "Yes," she said, honestly. He dodged the kick she aimed at his shins.
Pairing: Seifer/Fujin
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Deling was probably about the stupidest place for him to be, all things considered. For
irish_ais on my first kisses meme.He'd never been able to shake the feeling that people knew him, were watching him, were just waiting for their chance. He thought he was probably justified in feeling rather paranoid, too: what he'd done had been bad enough, and the news, as the news was meant to do in the grand scheme of things, had blown things up beyond all proportion so that despite all the time between and the more sedate reports about his trial and the truth of the matter, people probably still thought he'd willingly eaten babies.
Deling City was probably about the stupidest place to be, for that reason.
Seifer's eloquent, comprehensive and charming answer to that thought was: fuck that.
After all, Fujin lived in Deling. He'd thought over the pros and cons of going to see her for quite a while, starting with the thought of how hard she'd kick him. It'd been two years since he'd disappeared, leaving Raijin passed out drunk and Fujin watching over him to make sure he didn't throw up and choke on his tongue or whatever the problem might've been.
Two years since he'd last spoken to her.
He wondered how mad she'd be.
He wondered if Raijin would be there. If, maybe, she'd settled down with a guy. If she'd had a kid. Quistis had been able to tell him where she was, but that was all -- and that much grudgingly enough that he suspected she'd only let the call last that long to get a trace on his location.
Not that it mattered. The SeeD operative they'd had following him for the last six months was still somewhere six meters back and slightly to the right. He tolerated him. He was even wondering whether he should shock the life out of him by stopping, turning around and suggesting they get a coffee somewhere. So far, they'd both pretended that Seifer didn't know he was there.
He was trying not to think too much about what he was doing, by now. Fujin's house was just down the street -- a house, not an apartment, albeit probably a tiny one. It'd probably be scrupulously clean. Unless she had a kid.
He couldn't imagine her with a kid.
Seifer wasn't nervous, exactly. Still, he hesitated on the doorstep before he rang the bell, and half thought about bolting once he had. He wasn't scared -- not for himself. But who knew what might happen to her because of him?
(Nothing, a treacherous little voice said. Nothing, if you stay and protect her.)
The door opened. Fujin stood there. She looked much like she had before -- maybe a little less tired, maybe a little less tight-lipped and stern. Her hair was longer, better cut. She didn't smile.
"Recognise me?" he asked, and found his voice was husky like he hadn't been using it. Which, he supposed, he hadn't.
It wasn't, of course, from emotion.
"Seifer," she said, in an uncharacteristically quiet voice. And then she was kissing him, and he couldn't fathom exactly how they'd got to be standing in the middle of a Deling street with their arms around each other, but nor did he care. Her lips were chapped, peeling, her kiss a little too forceful -- as he'd always imagined, and never really thought he'd find out.
"I take it you missed me, then," he said, with a smirk, when she pulled back.
She didn't seem to expect anything better from him. "Yes," she said, honestly. He dodged the kick she aimed at his shins.
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