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{Fan Fic} A Simple Question
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breyzyyin)
Class: Soldier
Title: A Simple Question
Summary: Two brothers discover after a tragedy that in life there are no such things as simple questions.
Characters/Pairings: Reks and Vaan. No pairings.
Word count: 669
Rating/warnings: G/PG. This is a character introspective piece after a certain event in the game so there are some spoilers for the very beginning of Final Fantasy XII if you haven't played it yet.
Legal Discalimer: I do not own FFXII or any FFXII characters! They are the rightful property of Square-Enix.
"Who are you?"
It was a simple enough question, deserving of a simple enough answer. Still, if a simple answer wasn't known, there was no way to provide it.
His hands gripped the bed sheet like they were in a half-remembered dream, as if he was holding something else.
...His heart pounded, his blood raced underneath the surface. He could make out rapid breathing but only vaguely knew it belonged to him. It was as if he wasn't there, wasn't experiencing any of it...but, he knew.
The white room that his world consisted of began to spin, like he was running and was about to pass out before even seeing the finish line.
...He had been running down a corridor, the length of which seemed to be both far too short and stretching on forever. Or maybe his time had just stopped and the seconds felt like hours. He remembered little details like how the blood looked splattered across the walls and floor.
He saw how it covered everything, including the sword Basch gripped. Then he recalled the sharp pain as the older man pushed towards him.
"Why?"
He had asked so simple a question, expecting a simple answer.
...Blood flowed, warm and constant down his midsection. It almost felt soothing until he realized that it was his blood, his very life that was flowing away.
"Vaan..."
"Hold still! Can you hear me?!?"
There it was again: that sensation of someone touching his skin. The hold was so strong that it anchored him in place, yet the voice it belonged to and the fingers gripping his arm could have been miles away for all he truly knew.
He saw fast moving shades of red fall to the floor, the same shade of red as the flowers his brother used to carelessly knock out of vases when he was younger.
The grip let up on one of his arms as what he could only assume was a red flower was placed on a white cloth. ...After that, it felt like something light was touching his legs. Was he also dressed in white, to match the room?
He could hear talking, but the voices were muffled and seemed to be in a world away from his.
The white walls gave way to a bright square. He vaguely noticed blue seeping through, but could not recall what it was called...he saw ghostly images of his younger brother always looking up at a blue expanse, in a past that he only sometimes remembered clearly anymore.
The blue, bright spot in front of him was replaced by a very tan face, dark eyes that somehow had sadness screaming loudly in the quiet atmosphere.
The haunting images of his memories started to become clear. He knew those eyes, that blonde hair. He didn't know the face though: Vaan wasn't smiling. The expression his brother currently had didn't suit him.
"Why?"
Vaan was talking, but not to him. He was talking to someone else, someone Reks couldn't see. The voice was familiar, but far removed from him and from his world which consisted of white walls, bright blue, flashes of red, and Vaan trying to anchor him in place.
"Why? Why did this happen?"
Vaan's lips mouthed the words, but Reks couldn't answer. His vision focused for a moment on his younger brother's downcast eyes, the grip on his arms tightening...reminding him that Vaan was still here, still alive.
His brother asked such a simple question, not to the other voices in the room...but to Reks, knowing full well that he couldn't answer.
...Such a simple question, deserving of a simple answer. But both brothers had learned the hard way that in life there were no simple answers.
Sometimes there were no answers at all.
"Why?"
Reks felt wet droplets fall from Vaan's face and knew that he felt the same sadness that his brother did...because in his quiet world, he couldn't speak the words to answer such a simple question even if he knew them.
breyzyyin)Class: Soldier
Title: A Simple Question
Summary: Two brothers discover after a tragedy that in life there are no such things as simple questions.
Characters/Pairings: Reks and Vaan. No pairings.
Word count: 669
Rating/warnings: G/PG. This is a character introspective piece after a certain event in the game so there are some spoilers for the very beginning of Final Fantasy XII if you haven't played it yet.
Legal Discalimer: I do not own FFXII or any FFXII characters! They are the rightful property of Square-Enix.
"Who are you?"
It was a simple enough question, deserving of a simple enough answer. Still, if a simple answer wasn't known, there was no way to provide it.
His hands gripped the bed sheet like they were in a half-remembered dream, as if he was holding something else.
...His heart pounded, his blood raced underneath the surface. He could make out rapid breathing but only vaguely knew it belonged to him. It was as if he wasn't there, wasn't experiencing any of it...but, he knew.
The white room that his world consisted of began to spin, like he was running and was about to pass out before even seeing the finish line.
...He had been running down a corridor, the length of which seemed to be both far too short and stretching on forever. Or maybe his time had just stopped and the seconds felt like hours. He remembered little details like how the blood looked splattered across the walls and floor.
He saw how it covered everything, including the sword Basch gripped. Then he recalled the sharp pain as the older man pushed towards him.
"Why?"
He had asked so simple a question, expecting a simple answer.
...Blood flowed, warm and constant down his midsection. It almost felt soothing until he realized that it was his blood, his very life that was flowing away.
"Vaan..."
"Hold still! Can you hear me?!?"
There it was again: that sensation of someone touching his skin. The hold was so strong that it anchored him in place, yet the voice it belonged to and the fingers gripping his arm could have been miles away for all he truly knew.
He saw fast moving shades of red fall to the floor, the same shade of red as the flowers his brother used to carelessly knock out of vases when he was younger.
The grip let up on one of his arms as what he could only assume was a red flower was placed on a white cloth. ...After that, it felt like something light was touching his legs. Was he also dressed in white, to match the room?
He could hear talking, but the voices were muffled and seemed to be in a world away from his.
The white walls gave way to a bright square. He vaguely noticed blue seeping through, but could not recall what it was called...he saw ghostly images of his younger brother always looking up at a blue expanse, in a past that he only sometimes remembered clearly anymore.
The blue, bright spot in front of him was replaced by a very tan face, dark eyes that somehow had sadness screaming loudly in the quiet atmosphere.
The haunting images of his memories started to become clear. He knew those eyes, that blonde hair. He didn't know the face though: Vaan wasn't smiling. The expression his brother currently had didn't suit him.
"Why?"
Vaan was talking, but not to him. He was talking to someone else, someone Reks couldn't see. The voice was familiar, but far removed from him and from his world which consisted of white walls, bright blue, flashes of red, and Vaan trying to anchor him in place.
"Why? Why did this happen?"
Vaan's lips mouthed the words, but Reks couldn't answer. His vision focused for a moment on his younger brother's downcast eyes, the grip on his arms tightening...reminding him that Vaan was still here, still alive.
His brother asked such a simple question, not to the other voices in the room...but to Reks, knowing full well that he couldn't answer.
...Such a simple question, deserving of a simple answer. But both brothers had learned the hard way that in life there were no simple answers.
Sometimes there were no answers at all.
"Why?"
Reks felt wet droplets fall from Vaan's face and knew that he felt the same sadness that his brother did...because in his quiet world, he couldn't speak the words to answer such a simple question even if he knew them.