Final Fantasy Short Stories | (2016-2017)

Story twenty eight: Love Burns In the Kasai 🔥 (2016)

((A discontinued story of mine. *sweatdrop*))

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"I'd rather die than to live the rest of my life with you!"

With a sharp inhale, my eyes shot open. I found myself staring at the bedroom ceiling, randomly eying every single detail of it as I hopelessly tried to recall the nightmare I had only a moment ago. The morning sunlight shining into the room from the half open curtains had ruined my chain of thoughts, the light causing my eyes to slightly experience a small burning sensation.

Not exactly wanting to ponder on the dream, I took my stiff hand and ran it through the silver--and now messy-- hair of mine, then sloppily rubbed my warm face until I felt a sudden wetness hit my palm.

It was a tear.

A tear that must have shed during the nightmare.

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I drowsily made my way to the men's shower room, closing my eyes halfway as I walked--which was probably not very wise. Doing so almost caused me to fall flat onto my face. Twice.

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After washing sand out of my blue eyes and brushing my silver mane, a familiar voice echoed through the quiet shower room. "Good morning, Warrior!" greeted Onion Knight, a very close and long-term comrade of mine.

He carried a small comb in his rather small hand, repeatedly running it through the top of his blonde hair as he approached to where I stood, a somewhat peppy stride in his walk that morning.

Feeling only a tad more woken up, I greeted Onion with a bow of my head. "To you as well, Onion."

Onion stood on his tip toes due to his short hight, so he could look into the mirror I was currently using. "So..." he said, after one final stroke of his comb, then focusing his green-ish eyes on me. "...how are things going between you and Y'shtola?"

I glanced away from Onion's gaze into the mirror. The sound of Y'shtola's name had caused blood to shoot up to my cheeks, causing me to blush rather darkly.

Y'shtola was an individual that came from the fourteenth Final Fantasy realm, which Firion-- another comrade of mine-- along with Onion had introduced me to not long from that day. We had only recently started seeing each other and in no time at all, we were already making quite a bit of plans to meet.

"We are doing just fine, Onion Knight."

"Fine? Just fine? Aren't you gonna go steady with her one of these days?"

"What on Theatrhythm do you mean?"

Onion Knight rolled his eyes and almost slammed his comb down on the nearby sink. "You know exactly what I mean." The boy took a step closer and jabbed me in the stomach with his finger as he continued to speak. "Warrior, you have all this love building up inside you that you're just dying to share with someone! And one day...you're just gonna explode! Ka-blam!"

A rather awkward silence filled the restroom as Onion stared into my narrowed blue eyes; clearly a tad confused by his words. The knight sighed, obviously not pleased with my reaction, and proceeded, "That's why it's time to put your foot down and find someone to hug and kiss on! Which I suggest should be Y'shtola." Onion pointed his finger in the air as he concluded his little speech. All of a sudden, a round of applause was heard throughout the entire shower room. I uttered only a stammer, flustering a bit at the thought of every man in the shower room hearing Onion speak of my love issues.

Knowing I had quite a bit of work to do that day, I decided to cut me and Onion's conversation short, a subtle smirk resting on my lips. "I will surely take what you said into consideration, my friend."