Final Fantasy: Something Missing

Friendships?

~Chapter 5~

The forest crowded around a small home. The log cabin was quaint and comfortable. Around the unnatural structure stood the vast trees and small fish-filled ponds and lakes. A stream passed towards the left, beside it a stone path. A woman with silver hair walked along the moving waters, her red eyes steadily looking towards the house.

A second pair of footsteps resounded not far behind, a bodybuilder form towering feet from her own height. The man's dark skin matched the surrounding woods and contrasted greatly from her own ghostly pale. The cream-colored flesh shining vibrantly under the sun.

Reaching their destination, small feet halted as she reached for the door, simply turning the knob to walk in. Uninvited by the residents of this place, but she knew she was welcomed.

Briskly walking through the home she maneuvered around the well-made cabin, stopping at an archway. "Meeting!" she exclaimed, passing into what she knew was the kitchen... But what she saw inside was not who she was looking for.

Sterling silver irises met her one red, the man's face mostly black, 'cept for that slightly wide-eyed expression. The male had brunet hair pulled back in a high ponytail, his clothing resembling Almasy's old. She nearly questioned who it was when the memorable trademark of the two fighters caught her eye.

"Hey, why did you stop Fujin? You're in the way, ya know?"

The stormy hues before her shifted their view to look at the entering brute, raising a brow in mild interest as he pulled a black coffee mug to his lips.

The man who just joined looked up, noticing the slender figure leaning on the counter. "What... The..." He froze, unable to speak anymore.

Fujin, getting over the shock, crossed her arms. "Revenge?" She questioned like usual, her sentence short and to the point.

Shaking his head Squall looked down at the cup caressing it for a moment before staring back. "No," he answered just as shortly. Looking past the door he hummed before sipping his drink again. "Seifer's showering. He'll be out in ten I'm sure."

Satisfied with the answer she shrugged, walking to the fridge and stealing a piece of jerky moving to sit on the table as she idly chewed on it.

Raijin, on the other hand, was still gawking. "This is weird," he looked at the silverette. "You know? Right..."

The girl simply shrugged again, pulling the jerky in half and offering it to him. "Sit," she commanded, the grown man groaning like a child, but still heeding her command.

Squall watched them for a moment. Searching for anything more but when he saw nothing he relaxed, moving to leave and go upstairs; none of them bothered him to stop and explain what he was doing.

Up the flight, he now realized the shower had stopped. The knob for the door clicked and he soon saw the blonde in all his glory: Plus a hip towel. Feeling slightly flustered all of a sudden he looked away, instinctively crossing his arms.

Squall, "your trio is here." He informed, hearing an acknowledging hum from the other. Looking back he paused, seeing Seifer had walked closer to him.

Now feeling a bit apprehensive, he also backed up. "Towel?" He questioned, hoping to convey his message of needing one himself. After all, he also spared and got sweaty. But the blonde male, of course, misinterpreted... On purpose.

Loosely, Almasy grabbed the one around his hip and gently tugged it loose. "What about it?" Seifer could see the others eyes widen and look down before racing back up to look away.