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Final Fantasy University
Aug. 29th, 2004 @ 04:01 am
[ Open ] Beneath a Tree
Sand In My Shoes--Dido
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August 30th, 2004 08:44 am (UTC)
The words painfully echoed in and out of Zidane's mind like a chainsaw.
"...I offered to take him to the infirmary..."
"...I want to thank you--"
"...Aerith, that sounds like a very lovely name..."
"...I could probably buy us dinner..."
"...I can take him to the nurse for you..."
Zidane felt about as tall as a grain of rice.
And what's worse?
They were treating him like a
*TAKE me to the nurse??*
*GET me some ice?? What, am I three years old now?? I can take care of myself. It was just a damn bump on the head. I've gotten worse hits on the head from Blank.*
As he looked up at the woman he bumped into, then across at the other guy who showed up a moment later, he felt something inside him.
*Why do I feel like this?*
He wondered to himself as they continued to talk amongst themselves while he quietly sat on the back-burner.
And then.. it finally hit him.
*She's... she's beautiful...
* The thought entered his mind, ironically enough, like a thief in the night.. making him realize it before he even consciously thought it. The way the moonlight and the dimly-lit hallway lights reflected off of her fair skin, and her perfectly layed golden-brown hair.. he felt his heart racing, but couldn't explain it at all.
*What the hell? Am I falling... in
The notion seemed totally foreign to him.
*B-but.. I don't even KNOW her! This makes no sense!*
As much as he pondered the thought, he couldn't explain the feeling at all.
"...We should get him some ice..."
The words snapped him back to the grim reality, as he remembered the situation at hand.
He sighed softly to himself.
*Besides... look at them...*
He told himself.
*There's no place for me there... she likes Golden Boy over there -- it's obvious, the way she's blushing slightly, the way she's speaking. Even I can tell, and I never understand women. Besides... what about Garnet...?*
Accepting the harsh reality, Zidane stands back up to his full height, still holding his head with one hand. He gives them both a once-over, then turns around to face away from them both.
"Oh, no.." He said, his words having the slight hint of resentment and regret all at once as he spoke. "Don't change your plans on my account. I'll.. (grunt)... I'll be fine. Heh, it's just a little bump on the head, is all." Forcing himself to regain what little composure he has left, and even worse, forcefully pushing what tried to pass for a half-assed chuckle out of his lips, Zidane shakes his head to try and rid himself of those thoughts, as he makes his way back around the corner, going back the way he came and heading back towards his dorm room.
As he rounded the next corner only a few yards away from the two, he stopped and leaned up against the wall, then slid down it to a sitting position. Zidane wraps his arms around his knees and pulls them in close, burying his face in his knees.
*I don't know what to do....*
August 30th, 2004 11:57 pm (UTC)
She opened her mouth to protest...to tell him that she wanted to help him but he was gone before the words even had the chance to reach her lips.
Aerith rocked back on the heels of her boots and frowned. This day was certainly not going any better than she had hoped. Her one chance to make a new friend had faded before her eyes.
August 31st, 2004 12:04 am (UTC)
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