Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Abandoned Soul ❯ Meeting ( Prologue )

Disclaimer: I don´t own it. Squaresoft do. (And that´s the reason why I´m pouting!)

Author´s note: This my first fanfic in english and I have no beta reader, so please have mercy. It´s yaoi, means gay. Don´t like it? Then don´t read it!!! Don´t say I didn´t warn you. I wrote it for Elisheva. She´s a great friend and I´m glad to call her * my * friend. ^-^ She gave me the idea for the story (Thank you ^^) and I don´t appreciate it, if people don´t review her. So please if you read this fic and you actually liked it, then please read her fanfics, too. We´re both writing on one with the title: Stones of Silence. Try it! It won´t hurt. Now enjoy. ^^

Abandoned Soul

By: Little Leila

There he was standing, on the roof of his new firm in Deling City. He had enough!!!Enough Money, enough fame, enough cars, enough employee´s, enough movies in which he was the star and enough of his own life. Everything was so senseless. So empty! It was hard for him, to live on his own. He hadn´t a family, or many friends who would have cared about him.

Yes, he was lonely.

Who would have thought that, the great superstar, the famous actor, Seifer Almasy, would be the loneliest person in the entire world? But it was the truth. Nobody would give a danm if he´d jump right now. Only his fans or his groupies, but they love an actor with blonde hair and emerald eyes, a man who had a reputation to be a cool, tough, uncaring bastard, not the real him.

No, he hasn´t many friends. Could he even call them friends?

First, there was his Manager. Quistis Trepe. A blonde, ambitious woman with skyblue eyes. She was reliable, hard-working and also persistent. But the only thing she cared about was, how to earn money with him. She dragged him from one appointment to the next and he had to play his role, even if he was sick. Once he had the flue and he still had to make a photo shooting. After the shooting he stayed in a hospital for two weeks. He could be half dead and he had to play his part.

Then there was Squall Leonhardt, his *one-time lover.* A cold, calm, brunette person, but with interesting stormy grey eyes. He was his partner in the Movie: Bloody Future. They both got drunk at the premiére and the next morning, he found himself and Squall nude in his bed. Seifer would have deepen their relationship, but Squall was against it. He wanted to be his fuck-buddy and not his boyfriend. Seifer didn´t need a fuck-toy, he needed somebody to love and love him in return. Somebody who knew the real him. The real Seifer Almasy, not the actor. A person who understands him, comfort him, support him.

Selphie Tillmit, his make-up artist on the set. A babbling brunette with great talent. She let his face look flawless, almost perfect. She even managed to make his scar, on his forehead, disappear. He got it in a showbattle with Squall for: Bloody Future. His only comfort was that Squall got one, on his forehead, too.

In the end, he didn´t really complain. It made him actually sexy. Seifer couldn´t talk with Selphie about his problems. Everyone would know it, the next day. She couldn´t hold a secret even if her live depends on it.

Irvine Kineas. A wanna-be cowboy. He was Selphie´s boyfriend and he was responsible for all the special effects in the movies. Irvine was quite good. From a small explosion to a big laser show, he could handle it.

Seifer could talk to him. The problem was, he wouldn´t listen. He loved himself more than any other person, except his girlfriend.

Finally, there were his childhood groupies. Raijin and Fuujin. Raijin was a tall and bulky man with dark, brown skin and black, short hair. He wasn´t the smartest person. Most of his sentences ended with: ' ......ya know', or he asked: 'How do you mean that'. Fuujin was a pale, silverhaired woman with an eyepatch over her left eye. It was difficult to speak with her. She said rarely more than one word. He met them, when he was eight years old.

Since then, they followed him. They weren´t friends! They said yes, to everything he said or does. They didn´t argue with him, even when he was wrong. Hell, they wouldn´t complain; even if he would torture them.

Seifer tried already to kill himself. He took an overdose of painkillers, but Fuujin found him in time. At that time he was eighteen years old. After the incident he was discovered by the well-known star manager Quistis Trepe. He thought with his new career everything would turn to the better. That wasn´t the case, it was quite contrary to his hopes. At first it was amazing to be a star. However after a few months he saw the other side of his fame. He hadn´t any leisure time for himself or for his groupies. Every person on the set treaten him like the perfect star he tried to be, not like the human he was. No one wanted to be with him, simply because of their fear to displease him.

The following two years, he tried everything to find true happiness. He wasn´t satisfied, it felt like he was missing something. So his last hope was, to make his last dream come true. He always wanted to be the boss of a Computer company. If he give up his career as an actor, he still had his company. In the end, it doesn´t matter. He bought it, but he wasn´t happy. Now he realized, he couldn´t buy real happiness, freedom or love. Seifer came to the conclusion, that he would find his peace in death.

He was on the edge of his roof, with a view of the parking lot of the firm. It was Sunday, nobody was there. So he couldn´t hurt anybody with his suicide attempt. If he was lucky, somebody would find him on Monday morning. The tall blonde could already imagine the headlines in the newspapers. * Famous Moviestar commits suicide! New advertising? * Or: *Another Star burned up? * His reputation wouldn´t concern him in death.

~One step~ he thought. ~One step closer to the end. Then I´m free. Forever!~

But before Seifer could take a step forward he heard a soft voice behind him.

"Are you sure?"

He spun around. On the door, which lead into the hallway of the building, was a young man. He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked odd, he had a tattoo on the left side of his face it looked like black flames. There was also his spiked up, blonde hair. He had a black bomber-jacket with red flames, blue baggy shorts and red sneekers. An really unusual mix of clothes. But Seifer had to admitt that the boy had the most amazing eyes he´d ever seen. Even Irvine, with his mysterious, violet eyes couldn´t keep up with him. Was his colour dark blue or sapphire? He didn´t know. It seems like all shades of blue would be reflected in his eyes. With a concerned frown he asked him again.

"Are you sure, you want to do this?"

How dare this,...this....Chicken was, to interfere? He looked at him with wide eyes and took a step in his direction.

~Why he´s asking? It´s none of his business. Wait a sec,........ who let him in? It´s Sunday, nobody is supposed to be here, today.~

He was confused. He wanted to ask him about it, but he glared at him instead.

"Fuck off, you puny, little Chicken. Or you´ll hit the ground before I do."

The frown on the boys forehead melted and he looked ......relieved?

Despite Seifer´s Insult he stayed calm and he pushed himself off the doorframe.

"First. Don´t call me that! And second. ...... Try it, you coward!"

Now Seifer was stunned. He took two more steps into his direction, he even didn´t notice that he stepped away from the edge. He spoke now with a threatening voice.

"Oh. Do you have death wish? I´ll be glad to help you with it."

He was really furious now and stepped away completely. Nobody, in his whole live, had called him a coward. A Bastard, or an Asshole, yes. He´d been called that very often. But a coward? That was new. However, the tattooed blond looked at him in amusement.

"You think you´re fast enough to get me? Well, I don´t think so."

With an elegant movement and a slight smirk on his face, he walked slowly the stairs down to the hallway. Seifer stood a few feet away from the door. That was clearly a challenge.

~You think you get away with that, do you? I guess, I have to pluck chicken now.~

When he stepped down the stairs too, he realized that nobody was in the hallway. He looked carefully around for every movement, but didn´t saw anything at all. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. He wanted to kill himself and not to stalk after the blonde boy. How foolish he could be, to be so forgetful?

~Great, absolutely great. I don´t think, I want to try it again today, but maybe tomorrow or someday. For now I have other problems, like a little insulting, blonde teenage-brat. If I were a chicken, where would I go? To the first exit I see, of course.~

There was only another door, except the door for the roof, which he could have used. As Seifer approached it, he was suspicious. Didn´t he locked the door, before he went to the roof?

~The shorty suprises me again and again. How did he make it?~

As Seifer tried the door knob.

The door * was * closed!

But here wasn´t anybody and the only possible exit was locked.

~How the hell? Where did he go? He disappeared!!!~

Yes. Unbelievable but it was true. The boy disappeared into thin air.

Tbc....maybe.

R&R plz