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FFVIII: Redeemer
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Shiva offers Seifer a chance.
I'd been feeling shitty since the war. Of course, I was; I'd been cleared of all the accusations for crimes commited during the war, but I didn't feel cleared. I still felt like shit. And worse, I still felt as if Ultimecia could snap her fingers and I'd be there.
I didn't like that feeling at all.
I got careless in battle, one day, but as I lay dying, a pretty familiar person came up to me. Or not quite came up to me -- one minute she wasn't there, the next minute, there she stood.
"You're dying."
I knew her pretty well. See, Squall always junctioned Shiva.
"Like hell I am."
"You are." She leaned closer to me, and I tried to move back to avoid her icy kiss. "Inside and out, you are dying, falling apart... unable to forgive yourself for the things you've done. I was once a Sorceress."
That made sense. Too much sense, even.
"And let me guess. You went psycho without a Knight, obliterated lots of people, got a Knight, and got guilty."
She smiled a cold smile and leaned even closer. Her hand was ice cold, burning on my shoulder, and for a moment I was afraid she was going to kill me -- kill me, or force herself inside my brain or something.
"The guardians are souls who can't forgive themselves. After fighting at Squall Leonhart's side, lending my strength and protection to him, against your Sorceress, I feel that I can pass on."
I knew what she was asking me.
"I'll take your place," I whispered. The thought of, someday, being able to rest in peace, sounded so damn good, I don't think I could have said anything else. She took my hand in hers, and I felt like I was burning up with the ice of it. Completely unbelievable. Then she leaned even closer to give me a real kiss, chilling me to the bone.
I shattered.
And woke, days later, in Leonhart's brain. It was damn cold in there. He was full of confusion about Shiva's passing, but when I woke, I spoke to him. I didn't tell him who I was, but waited for him to discover, the first time he called me.
There was horrible regret in his mind for letting me become what some people hated, a brainsucking guardian force. He kept me in his head out of pity, I think. I don't mind being what some people hate -- as long as I have a chance to redeem myself.
I'm The Knight. Some call me The Swordsman. I don't really care for that reminder of who I was once, but it's fair. I've been a guardian -- some might say a slave -- to SeeD for hundreds of years already, and I'm not yet tired of trying to forgive myself.
Right now, I'm stuck in the head of Leonhart's great-great-great-great granddaughter or something. She has his icy personality, and I can't help but think that she would get on just great with him.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Shiva offers Seifer a chance.
I'd been feeling shitty since the war. Of course, I was; I'd been cleared of all the accusations for crimes commited during the war, but I didn't feel cleared. I still felt like shit. And worse, I still felt as if Ultimecia could snap her fingers and I'd be there.
I didn't like that feeling at all.
I got careless in battle, one day, but as I lay dying, a pretty familiar person came up to me. Or not quite came up to me -- one minute she wasn't there, the next minute, there she stood.
"You're dying."
I knew her pretty well. See, Squall always junctioned Shiva.
"Like hell I am."
"You are." She leaned closer to me, and I tried to move back to avoid her icy kiss. "Inside and out, you are dying, falling apart... unable to forgive yourself for the things you've done. I was once a Sorceress."
That made sense. Too much sense, even.
"And let me guess. You went psycho without a Knight, obliterated lots of people, got a Knight, and got guilty."
She smiled a cold smile and leaned even closer. Her hand was ice cold, burning on my shoulder, and for a moment I was afraid she was going to kill me -- kill me, or force herself inside my brain or something.
"The guardians are souls who can't forgive themselves. After fighting at Squall Leonhart's side, lending my strength and protection to him, against your Sorceress, I feel that I can pass on."
I knew what she was asking me.
"I'll take your place," I whispered. The thought of, someday, being able to rest in peace, sounded so damn good, I don't think I could have said anything else. She took my hand in hers, and I felt like I was burning up with the ice of it. Completely unbelievable. Then she leaned even closer to give me a real kiss, chilling me to the bone.
I shattered.
And woke, days later, in Leonhart's brain. It was damn cold in there. He was full of confusion about Shiva's passing, but when I woke, I spoke to him. I didn't tell him who I was, but waited for him to discover, the first time he called me.
There was horrible regret in his mind for letting me become what some people hated, a brainsucking guardian force. He kept me in his head out of pity, I think. I don't mind being what some people hate -- as long as I have a chance to redeem myself.
I'm The Knight. Some call me The Swordsman. I don't really care for that reminder of who I was once, but it's fair. I've been a guardian -- some might say a slave -- to SeeD for hundreds of years already, and I'm not yet tired of trying to forgive myself.
Right now, I'm stuck in the head of Leonhart's great-great-great-great granddaughter or something. She has his icy personality, and I can't help but think that she would get on just great with him.