Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ love (`luv) n: ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Trick Sparrow 
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.11.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 233 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.11.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 233 | Status: Completed
Can you guess what I'm about to say? If you're thinking that I'm going to say that Final Fantasy IX isn't mine, YOU ARE CORRECT!!
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love (`luv) n:
By Trick Sparrow
Chapter 4
:::Dear Zidane,
I am growing increasingly uneasy thinking about Blank. He has not told me one thing about himself outside of Tantalus. I am writing you as my last hope, as none of the other members have revealed anything about Blank. If you know anything about him, please tell me. I am afraid he would become angry with me if I questioned him further.
I worry about him so much. It's as if it is too painful for him to recount anything of his past aloud. I care about him, as well as his feelings, and I wish there was something I could do to lessen his pain. So if you know anything that I do not, please write me back. Perhaps there might be a way to help him.
Your sister,
Miki:::
I looked over the letter I had written twice. It seemed satisfactory. I went downstairs to deliver the letter, only to find the subject of my letter standing in the foyer.
"Blank!"
He smiled. "Why so surprised, Miki?"
"I-- I did not expect to see you here," I stuttered, hiding the letter behind my back. If he knew what I was planning, he would be indignant beyond words.
Alas, he saw my motions. "Whatcha got there?" he asked, leaning forward to look.
"It's just a letter to Zidane," I said quickly, edging past him to hand the envelope to the moogle. He caught my hand before I could make the transfer.
"What'd you write about?"
I switched the letter to my other hand. "Family matters," I stated simply.
"Can I read it?"
"No."
"Why not?" He slid behind me and reached for the letter.
"Blank, this is not funny," I said frustratedly, raising the envelope above my head. Unfortunately, his other hand was waiting, and he plucked it out of mine.
I watched helplessly as he slid the sheet of paper out of the envelope and unfolded it. As he began to read, his expression darkened. Finally he raised his head to look at me. "Why did you write this?" he asked quietly. I flinched at the anger in his voice.
I opened my mouth to speak, but he shoved the letter back into my hands. "You won't get a straight answer from your brother, Mikoto," he said coldly. "So don't even bother sending that."
He turned and walked quickly out the front door. I followed him hastily, pushing it open again. "Blank, wait!"
He continued walking down the street, and I ran after him, refusing to give up. "Please wait, Blank!" I cried, catching him by the arm.
He shrugged my hand off furiously. "Go home, Mikoto."
I sat on the ground in despair as I watched him enter the aircab station and disappear out of sight. I crumpled the letter angrily and threw it away from me, sobbing helplessly.
I wrote another letter to Zidane, a different letter. It basically recounted my own stupidity, and what I had done to permanently sabotage my friendship with Blank. I had yet to hear from my brother.
After that horrible incident in outside my building, I rarely left my apartment, except to go to work and get groceries. Marcus came over once; perhaps to comfort me, perhaps to reaffirm what he had heard about the girl who had broken his friend's heart. I could not be sure. I had not felt this depressed even when Terra was destroyed. I would have given my right arm to see Blank again. To tell him how sorry I was; to tell him I didn't care if I knew nothing about him, because he still meant the world to me.
Three weeks passed. I did not sleep, I barely even ate. Life was just a swirling pandemonium of background music that I was only half-aware of. I felt as if I had died, and my punishment for my sins was to exist forever in a world without Blank. I never cried that much in my entire fifteen years as I did in those three weeks.
I stared out my window every day, hoping blindly that I would see Blank's patchwork figure walking down the street. I never saw him once. Finally I gave up and collapsed at the kitchen table, exhausted from lack of sleep.
That was when the doorbell rang.
I shook myself awake and scrambled to the door. I swung it open so hard it almost came off its hinges. To my surprise, my brother and his girlfriend stood in hallway, smiling from ear to ear.
"Zidane! Dagger!" I cried, bursting into tears for what seemed like the millionth time in less than a day. I rushed to Zidane and hugged him tightly, hearing his breath explode from him.
"I figured you'd want more from me than a letter," he said, patting my back lightly. I released my stranglehold on him and hugged Garnet just as hard.
She smiled gently. "We're sorry we took so long getting here, Miki. But it takes a lot out of you trying to rebuild a whole kingdom."
I let them inside, clearing the mountain of tissues from the kitchen table and motioning for them to sit down. Garnet watched me with worry. "It looks like you're having a rough time of it," she said quietly.
I groaned. "You have no idea, Dagger. I feel like the worst person in the universe. I would give anything just to see Blank's lopsided smile."
As I sat down at the table, my head buried in my arms, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I raised my head with great effort to see my brother smiling at me. "Everything's going to turn out fine, Miki."
"Fine," I repeated, snorting with disdain. "What exactly is your definition of 'fine'?"
He wrapped his arm around me, rocking back and forth. "Trust me, Sis, Blank will forgive you. He can't stay mad at you forever. He's crazy about you!"
"Zidane," I said wearily, burying my head against his neck, "if you are having doubts about Blank's sanity, let me just--"
Garnet cut me off, laughing. "Sweetie, he didn't mean that. He meant he's got the hots for you."
I looked at her, puzzled. Finally I shook my head. "Forgive me if I do not understand Gaian slang, but if you would be kind enough to translate...?"
"Blank loves you," Zidane blurted. Garnet let out a small gasp.
My mind went reeling. *Blank loves me?* I thought numbly. *No, he doesn't, he hates me.* "Love," I heard myself say. "Warm attachment? Strong affection?" I repeated Blank's definition of love. "An unselfish devotion?"
"Miki?"
Zidane's voice brought me out of my daze. I looked up into his face. "Are you okay?"
"What happened to Blank?" I asked suddenly. Zidane blinked in surprise. "Why does he look the way he does?"
My brother shrugged. "He never told any of the gang about it. The most we ever got out of him was that something happened to him when he was little. I guess he had a pretty rocky childhood."
"And that is all he told you?" Zidane nodded silently, and I rested my head on the table once again. "Blank does not love me," I whispered, feeling hot tears run down my cheeks. "For that I am certain."
Garnet stood up and walked over to me, embracing me tightly. "Miki, we were going to tell you this sooner. We went to the Tantalus headquarters yesterday, before we came to see you. We talked to Blank."
Those four words made my heart leap in my chest. "What did he say?" I asked urgently.
"He's still angry," she admitted. "But he's going nuts being away from you. He wants to see you more than anything. He's just too afraid."
I wrenched free of her embrace and yanked my coat out of the closet. "I have to see him," I said, wiping my face dry. "Thank you both!" I added hastily as I sprinted out the door.
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Will we find out anything more about Blank?
-Sparrow
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love (`luv) n:
By Trick Sparrow
Chapter 4
:::Dear Zidane,
I am growing increasingly uneasy thinking about Blank. He has not told me one thing about himself outside of Tantalus. I am writing you as my last hope, as none of the other members have revealed anything about Blank. If you know anything about him, please tell me. I am afraid he would become angry with me if I questioned him further.
I worry about him so much. It's as if it is too painful for him to recount anything of his past aloud. I care about him, as well as his feelings, and I wish there was something I could do to lessen his pain. So if you know anything that I do not, please write me back. Perhaps there might be a way to help him.
Your sister,
Miki:::
I looked over the letter I had written twice. It seemed satisfactory. I went downstairs to deliver the letter, only to find the subject of my letter standing in the foyer.
"Blank!"
He smiled. "Why so surprised, Miki?"
"I-- I did not expect to see you here," I stuttered, hiding the letter behind my back. If he knew what I was planning, he would be indignant beyond words.
Alas, he saw my motions. "Whatcha got there?" he asked, leaning forward to look.
"It's just a letter to Zidane," I said quickly, edging past him to hand the envelope to the moogle. He caught my hand before I could make the transfer.
"What'd you write about?"
I switched the letter to my other hand. "Family matters," I stated simply.
"Can I read it?"
"No."
"Why not?" He slid behind me and reached for the letter.
"Blank, this is not funny," I said frustratedly, raising the envelope above my head. Unfortunately, his other hand was waiting, and he plucked it out of mine.
I watched helplessly as he slid the sheet of paper out of the envelope and unfolded it. As he began to read, his expression darkened. Finally he raised his head to look at me. "Why did you write this?" he asked quietly. I flinched at the anger in his voice.
I opened my mouth to speak, but he shoved the letter back into my hands. "You won't get a straight answer from your brother, Mikoto," he said coldly. "So don't even bother sending that."
He turned and walked quickly out the front door. I followed him hastily, pushing it open again. "Blank, wait!"
He continued walking down the street, and I ran after him, refusing to give up. "Please wait, Blank!" I cried, catching him by the arm.
He shrugged my hand off furiously. "Go home, Mikoto."
I sat on the ground in despair as I watched him enter the aircab station and disappear out of sight. I crumpled the letter angrily and threw it away from me, sobbing helplessly.
I wrote another letter to Zidane, a different letter. It basically recounted my own stupidity, and what I had done to permanently sabotage my friendship with Blank. I had yet to hear from my brother.
After that horrible incident in outside my building, I rarely left my apartment, except to go to work and get groceries. Marcus came over once; perhaps to comfort me, perhaps to reaffirm what he had heard about the girl who had broken his friend's heart. I could not be sure. I had not felt this depressed even when Terra was destroyed. I would have given my right arm to see Blank again. To tell him how sorry I was; to tell him I didn't care if I knew nothing about him, because he still meant the world to me.
Three weeks passed. I did not sleep, I barely even ate. Life was just a swirling pandemonium of background music that I was only half-aware of. I felt as if I had died, and my punishment for my sins was to exist forever in a world without Blank. I never cried that much in my entire fifteen years as I did in those three weeks.
I stared out my window every day, hoping blindly that I would see Blank's patchwork figure walking down the street. I never saw him once. Finally I gave up and collapsed at the kitchen table, exhausted from lack of sleep.
That was when the doorbell rang.
I shook myself awake and scrambled to the door. I swung it open so hard it almost came off its hinges. To my surprise, my brother and his girlfriend stood in hallway, smiling from ear to ear.
"Zidane! Dagger!" I cried, bursting into tears for what seemed like the millionth time in less than a day. I rushed to Zidane and hugged him tightly, hearing his breath explode from him.
"I figured you'd want more from me than a letter," he said, patting my back lightly. I released my stranglehold on him and hugged Garnet just as hard.
She smiled gently. "We're sorry we took so long getting here, Miki. But it takes a lot out of you trying to rebuild a whole kingdom."
I let them inside, clearing the mountain of tissues from the kitchen table and motioning for them to sit down. Garnet watched me with worry. "It looks like you're having a rough time of it," she said quietly.
I groaned. "You have no idea, Dagger. I feel like the worst person in the universe. I would give anything just to see Blank's lopsided smile."
As I sat down at the table, my head buried in my arms, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I raised my head with great effort to see my brother smiling at me. "Everything's going to turn out fine, Miki."
"Fine," I repeated, snorting with disdain. "What exactly is your definition of 'fine'?"
He wrapped his arm around me, rocking back and forth. "Trust me, Sis, Blank will forgive you. He can't stay mad at you forever. He's crazy about you!"
"Zidane," I said wearily, burying my head against his neck, "if you are having doubts about Blank's sanity, let me just--"
Garnet cut me off, laughing. "Sweetie, he didn't mean that. He meant he's got the hots for you."
I looked at her, puzzled. Finally I shook my head. "Forgive me if I do not understand Gaian slang, but if you would be kind enough to translate...?"
"Blank loves you," Zidane blurted. Garnet let out a small gasp.
My mind went reeling. *Blank loves me?* I thought numbly. *No, he doesn't, he hates me.* "Love," I heard myself say. "Warm attachment? Strong affection?" I repeated Blank's definition of love. "An unselfish devotion?"
"Miki?"
Zidane's voice brought me out of my daze. I looked up into his face. "Are you okay?"
"What happened to Blank?" I asked suddenly. Zidane blinked in surprise. "Why does he look the way he does?"
My brother shrugged. "He never told any of the gang about it. The most we ever got out of him was that something happened to him when he was little. I guess he had a pretty rocky childhood."
"And that is all he told you?" Zidane nodded silently, and I rested my head on the table once again. "Blank does not love me," I whispered, feeling hot tears run down my cheeks. "For that I am certain."
Garnet stood up and walked over to me, embracing me tightly. "Miki, we were going to tell you this sooner. We went to the Tantalus headquarters yesterday, before we came to see you. We talked to Blank."
Those four words made my heart leap in my chest. "What did he say?" I asked urgently.
"He's still angry," she admitted. "But he's going nuts being away from you. He wants to see you more than anything. He's just too afraid."
I wrenched free of her embrace and yanked my coat out of the closet. "I have to see him," I said, wiping my face dry. "Thank you both!" I added hastily as I sprinted out the door.
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Will we find out anything more about Blank?
-Sparrow