Original Fusionist's Short Stories

[Fusionist]

ROFL, I can't believe how ambitious I was when I made this thread over a year ago xD

I'm editing this post because I'm so embarrassed by what I had the gall to type here in my first post and then show nothing for it for so damn long

But this is still the first post, I should at least give the gist of what this is.

This will hopefully be a thread where I'll post my oneshot stories in. From fanfic to original stories. The idea is that each story will be short enough to fit in one post and to keep this all in one little neat thread.

In the event that I get around to doing more than one story, if you wanna comment on a particular story, then just tell me which number the story it is. So I'll make sure to number all my stories ;D

 

[Fusilli]

Grooovy. Well once your stories are posted I will definitely try and get round to reading them and commenting, Fusionist. I haven't actually read any on here yet although I read the first two chapters of Faith's yesterday...

 

[Fusionist]

Yep, over a year later, I finally posted a story I made this thread for xD

Yeah, I dunno, the idea came in my head, and unlike other times, I actually managed to type this out. I guess you call this a drabble, but I don't really know fanfiction terms that well so I probably wrong *shrugs*

Story 1
Title: I don't know yet >_>
Timeline: Post FFVII, pre-Advent Children, but I'm sure it's AU *shrugs*
Rating: Meh, 16+ I suppose?
Genre: Romance, Angst, one-sided (or at least what I was trying to go for)
Description: "I hate you. You had the gall to come into our lives, MY life, and then you left after you made a place in my heart. Before I could even tell you how much I loved you..."

This is really the first fanfic I wrote and here I am putting it online, so I appreciate any and all input on my writing >.<

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For the third night in a row, eyes flickered open in the dark room. It was warm tonight, so the sheets had been unconsciously pushed down to reveal a firm stomach, showing off various scars; some faint and a few still vivid against the flesh. Some had been gained from various encounters with random beasts and a few had come from enemies alike.

A somewhat calloused hand slid through strands of hair before rubbing sleepy eyes that demanded to fall over the vibrant orbs without the mind restlessly staying awake and keeping the body in the same state.

But the reason for sleep deprivation had been considered good enough to the mind's rationale.

The sparkling green eyes and kind smile framed by twining brown locks of hair constantly teased at the consciousness, demanding acknowledgment to their owner's existence in the world

"Aerith..." came the hushed murmur

Automatically turning to the side to see if the other bed's occupant had heard, feeling somewhat scandalous for saying the name of another in a shared bed. But the other was still sleeping, breathing deeply none the wiser.

Unable to help it, the face shifted into a scowl, envious of the lover who was so at ease, but relaxed soon after. Being angry for such a reason was pointless and unnecessary.


“I miss you…” the thought came easily then, a sentiment repeated so many times and for so long it’s only reference was to the flower girl now

It was still boggling how life had lost its sparkle when the Cetra’s precious life had been so cruelly snuffed out. There had been so little time before with the young woman in pink, and still she had made such an impact.

Her misleading appearance as a damsel in distress had beguiled her true strength and confidence. The timid looking flower girl had been shockingly street smart and coy, having taught many things to one who had been a country bumpkin.

“It’s not fair…You shouldn’t have died. You should still be here…with me…”

The image of Aerith kneeling so serenely on the fated alter like an angel. Praying with such a calm expression-no, a smile. A smile that was so heart breaking in it's beauty it would make one weep on the sight alone.

But no, instead choked gasps of disbelief had been uttered instead when another angel who had fallen so far and ended her life there and then.

The memory of stroking the brunet’s hair before she had been laid to rest came to mind, fingers tingling in remembrance at the feel of the silky strands. A tightened knot began to form in the throat, eyes nearly watering at the raw emotion of misery and loss.

“Damn it…I hate feeling like this…I hate you,” came the thought then, before the figure sat up in bed, the unzipped shirt sliding off a bit from one side from being a few sizes too big.

“I hate you. You had the gall to come into our lives, MY life, and then you left after you made a place in my heart. Before I could even tell you how much I loved you...” the fighter thought, desperately scrubbing at the quickly watering eyes. Slender legs swung over the bed and stood up, Cloud’s tank top hanging on the frame.

Looking back, weary eyes saw the blond swordsman stir a bit, turning to face where a body had been sleeping. A somewhat disgruntled sound came when an arm stretched out and didn’t make contact with the form that should have been there.

“Sorry, just for a little while more,” came the murmur before the form headed to vanity stand and reaching out to open a simple wooden jewelery box. It was sparse as it was; really only holding the pale skinned figure’s mother’s pearl earrings and a few macaroni noodle jewelery pieces Marlene and Denzel had made in their efforts to show their affection.

However, only one item held the half lidded eyes’ attention. It was a simple length of pink satin. The kind used to tie ones hair together.

The one that had held Aerith’s hair together.

It had fallen off when she had been struck, and with all the commotion it had gone almost unnoticed, but had been picked up and quickly hidden away from others' eyes. It was something that garnet eyes had wanted to stare at alone.

“Can you hear me now maybe? Do you know how much I care for you,” Tifa murmured before rubbing her cheek against the cheap fabric that was a worth far more than any mountain of raw materia.

How do you put a price on the ache called longing and love?

-the end-

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Again, comments appreciated ^^