One Last Dance (FF8, Seifer/Squall + Rinoa)
坐在曼哈顿的某家咖啡店里，iPod偶然跳到Sarah Connor的Just One Last Dance，于是反复听了几个小时写出来的东西。^_^
Title: One Last Dance
Pairing: Seifer/Squall + Rinoa
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Square Enix.
One Last Dance
by Renata Lord (snowlight)
Crowds and spotlight always made Squall uncomfortable, just as much as Rinoa thrived on it. Even so, he had to admit that she looked absolutely beautiful on this night for the SeeD graduation ball. Before they headed into the last score of the night, as delicate white hands reached up to help him adjust his collar, he caught his breath just a little.
"I told you already right? You look like a total lady killer in this uniform. Too bad you don't wear it more often." That smile again, her eyes sparkling with innocent mirth.
He stared at her, his arms hanging stiffly by his side. The occasion called for some intimate gesture, he understood that much. Yet it didn't feel right somehow, and he'd been told that's okay, at last.
Ironically, he had never loved her more than he did in this final moment, when his heart was filled with both gratitude and something akin to shame. All the GFs in the world would not be able to wash away this single crystalized memory, when he was granted absolution because of a princess' love. It was probably more than he deserved, but then again love seldom bothered with details like that. He knew this from first hand experience, after all.
"Rin," he started in spite of himself, only to have her putting a finger on her lips.
"The dance is about to start," she waved vaguely at the rest of the ballroom. So many happy couples on this night, and the two of them probably looked like the most fairytale of them all. The lovely Sorceress and her valiant Knightit was the stuff that great love stories were made of. Even himself thought it could have worked. It just didn't go all according to plan.
He lowered his eyes and pried a loose strand of hair from her face. Music intro started soft and he saw her eyes suddenly turning serious, a bottomless kind of dark. She looked at him as if she wanted to etch this moment into memory, but finally gave him that smile he knew so well.
Thus Squall Leonhart nodded and extended out his hand.
"May I have this dance?"
"Just think, by this time tomorrow you will by on indefinite leave as the SeeD Commander, and I will be curling up on Selphie's sofa eating her ice cream, probably complaining about the stupidity of boys."
"When you do find him, smack him in the head a few times for me, all right?"
"I....I thought you said you are okay with....this."
"I don't want what is not mine, and you can't give it to me anyway. I know you tried, for me. I'm grateful for that and your honesty. But for the record, I dumped you, not the other way around."
"Aww, come on. Being dumped by Seifer, and then being dumped for Seifer? Have you no sense of chivalry, my dear? Nh-nuh, I'm definitely ditching you first."
"....thank you, Rin."
"Well, you know, the things we do for love."
They had a great sense of rhythm together, him and her. It came from history and practiced mutual understanding. She complemented his tempo, while he could sense the position of her feet with every swirl and every turn. The mismatched awkwardness of their first dance had long vanished (had it really already been four years?), replaced by smooth coordination. As they glided across the marble floor, both knew how picture-perfect they seemed together, like the way it was supposed to be.
She looked like a creature of moonlight and the very breath of life. No other way to explain how she could move with such lively, dainty grace. He probably could never dance like that, would never dance like that, because he was all heat and power and harsh edges. The only dance they ever knew how to do together was that of the gunbladebut oh how exhilarating that was, and would be once more.
"Squall," the young woman in his arms whispered, "look at me."
He snapped himself out from his mind's wandering and felt his face burning. "Sorry, Rin."
Sorry wasn't nearly enough a word for everything that happened between them. Still, he had to say it.
Rinoa smiled again and shook her head knowingly. The music was winding down now, their bodies going through the motions for the grand finale. It was a song of separations and promised returns, of destiny and the heart's longing. As the last note died down to barely an echo, Squall realized that by unspoken agreement, all other dancers had cleared the floor in deference, leaving them standing alone at the centera spectacle of togetherness and love.
As they stopped, she buried her face against his chest. Her shoulders went perfectly still, but somehow he was afraid to find sobs streaming out from that small body. Soft hands clutched at his sleeves, stubborn at first but eventually letting go.
When she raised her head up again, that gentle radiance had returned to her countenance, even though her eyes were still red-rimmed. Standing on tip-toes, she gave a parting kiss to him on the lips, as tender as the autumn wind.
The unsuspecting crowd applauded and cheered.
As if on cue, magnificent fireworks exploded over the nighttime Balamb Garden sky. There was a torrent of colors and lights, showering down on them in what he hoped was blessing. But such matters were best left to fate; and Squall Leonhart knew his fate was out there in the deep darkness, across an ocean and half a continent, waiting.