Official Disclaimer: You have officially been disclaimed
I know, I know. I promised I'd write something slashy to satisfy the masses. I lied.
So, yeah. This is for the lovely CaseyV., whose writing is so beautiful it makes me cry. I tried drawing her something, and then I tried painting, but nothing my humble mediums can fabricate is worthy of her greatness. For those of you who've yet to have the pleasure of reading her extraordinary work (namely her multi-chapter fic, Boys), I highly recommend it.
The inspiration for this came to me sometime around chapter eighteen, but things have been hectic in school (my professors are evil conspirators, I swear!) and I have been unable to lay down a comprehensible thought until just now. (I also feel the need to point out that this was written while listening to Queen) Without further ado, may I present my humble tribute to one of the greatest written works I've read in years.
Seven Seas of Rhye
Selphie was not entirely sure when it was that the world met it's untimely end.
For all she knows, it could very well have been that fateful day, sophmore year, the very same day that Riku's normal, happy life met it's splattering fate. She remembered the way everyone froze, eyes landing on the two. Remembered how the whispers spread from the epicenter down the hall, fully encompassing any conversations that may or may not have been. Remembered the look in Riku's eyes. Remembered the regret.
"OH MY GOD YOU'RE GAY!"
Maybe the world ended a week later, during that brief conversation in the hall between classes. Selphie remembered this too, the way Riku had shrugged and smiled sadly.
"What are you gonna do now?"
Or maybe the world ended a month later, when Riku had been accepted into the fold. Selphie remembered, too clearly, the mistrust in Riku's eyes.
"That seat is for you. You're welcome to come here, any time for any reason, for however long you want."
It may very well have been that brisk November morning, two years later, when she heard about Riku and the transfer student, Sky-boy. Selphie remembered this, too. She remembered hearing whispers, here and there, until the story melted into a legend, to be told and retold by the femme-borg until it had warped into something a million miles from the truth.
That guy--you know. Thatone. Yeah. He was making out with this kid in the locker room last night. That transfer student, Sora or whatever. No kidding, the entire hockey team saw them.
Maybe the world ended that day a few weeks later, during the couple's rather untoward public display of affection. Selphie remembered staring, much like everyone else in the general vicinity, thought process coming to a screeching standstill. She remembered the initial wave of sadness that washed over her, gradually being replaced by a blooming warmth in the pit of her stomach.
"I have something important to tell you."
It's safe to say that Selphie really had no idea when it was that the world came to a halt and fell into the endless depths of Apocalypse. That's not to say that it hadn't, of course, because it most certainly had. In fact, it's entirely likely that the world met it tragic end on a cheery Monday afternoon, sometime long before any one of the aforementioned events had transpired.
One could never really be sure.