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Challenge: (34) Lost and Found
Title: Circuitry
Word Count: 300 exactly. Booyah.
Notes: I know it's late, but I liked the prompt, and I had an idea. So I figured that I might as well share since, well, it's your guys' prompt. XD Yeah.
He had once possessed another name, but had willingly discarded it long ago with so many other things, tossing it aside into the deserted country of forgotten memories, lost loves, and things that were better left unsaid.
Yuffie still used that name, of course. Occasionally, with her sly smirk and her reflexes quick to dodge any blow, she used his name like a needle to prick him, bleeding him with surgical precision. “Squall,” she’d say, the monosyllable of that name flying from her mouth like shards from a smashed window.
“My name’s Leon,” he’d snap back. It used to truly bother him, once: it still did, though the old jagged wound had receded to a dull ache that he doubted would ever quite go away. But it once hurt him, back when they were sundered from Hollow Bastion and everything was new and raw and the streets of Traverse Town some exotic land. Back then, Yuffie used his name like a weapon, and he returned in kind until Aerith intervened and kept their unwelcome and undesired partnership from shattering apart through the force of their self-directed anger: that same anger had already driven away Cloud, who was gone almost the same night they landed in Traverse Town. That loss, she said, was enough, and somehow they endured.
But that was then. Now the reminder of his name is nothing more than a prick of a needle against skin, and his reply is more an instinctive growl than it is a true reaction. And when Aerith hears the two of them bicker, she laughs with a high sweet sound, and Leon is surprised to find that with all the losing when he gave almost all that he had to give, that something is waiting for him in the end after all.
Title: Circuitry
Word Count: 300 exactly. Booyah.
Notes: I know it's late, but I liked the prompt, and I had an idea. So I figured that I might as well share since, well, it's your guys' prompt. XD Yeah.
He had once possessed another name, but had willingly discarded it long ago with so many other things, tossing it aside into the deserted country of forgotten memories, lost loves, and things that were better left unsaid.
Yuffie still used that name, of course. Occasionally, with her sly smirk and her reflexes quick to dodge any blow, she used his name like a needle to prick him, bleeding him with surgical precision. “Squall,” she’d say, the monosyllable of that name flying from her mouth like shards from a smashed window.
“My name’s Leon,” he’d snap back. It used to truly bother him, once: it still did, though the old jagged wound had receded to a dull ache that he doubted would ever quite go away. But it once hurt him, back when they were sundered from Hollow Bastion and everything was new and raw and the streets of Traverse Town some exotic land. Back then, Yuffie used his name like a weapon, and he returned in kind until Aerith intervened and kept their unwelcome and undesired partnership from shattering apart through the force of their self-directed anger: that same anger had already driven away Cloud, who was gone almost the same night they landed in Traverse Town. That loss, she said, was enough, and somehow they endured.
But that was then. Now the reminder of his name is nothing more than a prick of a needle against skin, and his reply is more an instinctive growl than it is a true reaction. And when Aerith hears the two of them bicker, she laughs with a high sweet sound, and Leon is surprised to find that with all the losing when he gave almost all that he had to give, that something is waiting for him in the end after all.
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Date: 2005-09-12 08:15 pm (UTC)I'm such a sucker for Yuffie and Leon's characters. They're just madawesome-- and so was this drabble. Thanks. <3
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Date: 2005-09-13 06:17 pm (UTC)But, hey! Thanks for reading.