Authorís notes: Sequel to ĎI will always love youí. From Zellís pov.

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and neither is the game if it was then Rinoa would have died in the game.

Happy Endings

By Purple Penguin

This is pointless, weíre wasting time here and I have serious brooding to do.

I looked up at the statues of the Centra ruins, there were SeeDs scattered around this place. Someone reported something strange here, other than the monsters.

How can anything survive in a place like this?

Itís scorching hot during the day, hot at day slightly cooler than the day, itís dirty, dusty and the only source of water is a muddy stream. I know Squall was hoping for another G.F. as both Odin and the Tonberry King came from here, but there are no magic energy signatures. This place is deserted.

I continue on my way up to Odinís chamber, all the others are around the other side of the main tower. I know my way around because I came with Squall and Irvine to get Odin. The heavy door of Odinís chamber is hard to open; I put my whole weight in to it and push as hard as I can. The door scrapes open over the stone floor just enough for me to squeeze myself through.

The room is a big circle, everything echoes in here.

Itís so dark I canít even see my own feet, I reach for the torch I brought. I shone the beam around the room quickly. Odinís chair is gone. The place looked so empty, I walked farther into the shadows.

I stopped dead, listening. I swear I heard something then, a shuffling noise, maybe its just rats or maybe a Tonberry got shut in here. I shone the torch around for signs of danger and walked forward. My foot hit something metallic and I fell to the ground.

"Shit," I muttered as I got up.

I turned to grab my torch and froze. The beam of light shone over the metal object, it was a gunblade. I recognized it instantly; the silver metal with the fire cross engraved on it.

"Hyperion."

I reached for it, drawing it close to me. I shone the torch over the clean, shining metal.

"What are you doing here?" I asked the gunblade. Seifer always spoke to this thing, I guess I picked up his habit.

He treasured Hyperion, he wouldnít abandon it. Either Seifer was here or his body was.

I shuddered at the thought. I stroked the hilt of the gunblade, if Seifer was dead then it was my responsibility to look after it.

A sound reached my ears; it sounded like laboured breathing. It was him, I knew it, it had to be.

"Seifer?" I asked the darkness.

More laboured breathing and shuffling, like he was trying to get away but couldnít. I franticly shone the torch on the floor and dark corners. I walked towards the sound, listening carefully. I walked into the darkest corner and shone the beam down on a figure.

He sat hunched, his knees drawn to his chest, he was shaking, his pale skin glowed in the torchlight. His hair was dirty blonde and hung just past his shoulders. He was so thin; he looked like a skeleton.

"Seifer?"

He flinched away from the light, trying to press himself into the wall. I felt a tight lump in my throat, I thought if I tried to swallow it Iíd choke.

He looked up at me, his eyes unfocused and glazed over. I waited patiently for him to say something.

"Leave me alone." His voice was shaky and he coughed huskily like he hadnít used his voice in a long time.

"What do you want?" He asked gruffly. He sounded like an old man not 21 year old.

His eyes moved to Hyperion. "If you want her, take her. I wonít be needing her anymore."

I frowned. What did that mean? Then I remembered the door had been tightly closed to stop anyone getting in or out. He had come here to die.

"Hyperion," I whispered.

He frowned at me. "How did you know? Who are you?"

The torchlight was dim and only lit him and the gunblade. I was not visible in the beam. I crotched down beside him, he flinched as our arms touched. He kept his eyes down, as if afraid of me.

I stood the torch up between us so that light shone on both of us.

"Donít worry, I wonít hurt you."

Gingerly he looked up at me. He froze as our eyes met. I could see the recognition in his eyes.

I smiled at him. "Hi, sweetie."

He stared in shock, his mouth moved but no words came out.

"Itís me, Zell."

He didnít reply instead a hand gingerly reached out and his fingers brushed my tattoo. I didnít move, not wanting to scare him off.

"W-What are you doing here?" His eyes searched mine, what for? I donít know.

"SeeD mission."

"You went back... Good, youíre happy." He wasnít really talking to me, more to himself to confirm his thoughts.

"No, Iím not."

He looked at me with concern, I could see he still loved me, I smiled, I couldnít help it.

I brushed the hair from his eyes. "You made me happy. Without you... You have no idea how lonely I was without you."

He looked around his little prison again. "Iím glad I got to see you again."

He made it sound like I was going away again. There was no way I would EVER leave him again. Iíd made up my mind, he was coming with me to Balamb whether he liked it or not.

"We can be together again."

"No, I canít leave."

"Yes, you can. Everyoneís forgotten about the war, nobody blames you. They all miss you."

"Itís gone too far, please let me die."

He looked so sad that I pulled him to me, holding him. He clung to me as a way of goodbye.

"Zell Weíve got to-"

I looked around to see Squall look into the room. Seifer started to panic, his wheezing increased speed and volume, his eyes went wide and he held me tighter, hoping he would be safe with me.

I slowly released my hold on him.

"Donít leave me!"

I smiled; he had changed his mind. Maybe now he would come with us.

Squall met my eyes and slowly he moved to help me support Seifer. We took him to the boat. He was hesitant at first but the other SeeDs were kind, many smiled at him, after they got over their shock at his appearance.

Now Seiferís been back a week, Iím happy, heís happy. Heís one of the gang again. Heís been accepted.

He makes a fuss when we all try to force him to eat lots, he's still really thin but heíll get there. The important thing is heís here and thatís all the matters.

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