Ch 8, part 4
"Dark Skies over Palamecia" – a Final Fantasy II retelling
Disclaimer: Square Enix owns Final Fantasy II and all FFII characters featured within. Original characters and interpretations are owned by the co-writers of this fan fiction. There is no profit being made from this story.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm not apologizing for anything. My story is mine.
Cantirena felt warmer than she remembered feeling when she passed out. She noticed that when she tried to roll over, her body wasn't moving because there was another in the way. It made her happy that Minwu actually put the books down to sleep next to her. His breathing was calm, just as calm as he normally appeared while awake. It was nice to listen to, considering she fully expected to wake up and find him in the stack of books, researching with his constantly tired eyes, because that was the Minwu she'd grown to love so much. Instead of rolling over to the other side of the bed like she intended to, she just rolled over to face him, staying in his embrace, only to find his brown eyes were open.
He shook his head very gently. "You did not wake me," he whispered. "But you might want to avoid waking anyone else." Minwu didn't have to reach far to kiss her forehead, which was something he really enjoyed doing lately.
"Fair enough," Cantirena said, nuzzling herself against him, cuddling as close as she could. This moment, this was what she wanted, and it was blissful. That closeness. It was perfect. While Mateus held his body against her before, that didn't feel anything like this. Even though the situations were similar, it wasn't the same. "So, let me guess. You spent hours upon hours reading the books, and even though you're tired, you can't quite sleep."
"I did sleep. Quite soundly, in fact," he said, keeping his volume down. "But it's impossible to gauge time in here, since there is no natural light. Remember, all of this is underground. I know you were exhausted. You could have slept for an entire day or more. How do you feel?"
She took in a deep breath. Trying to assess the situation in her mind wasn't really working. Cantirena wasn't really awake enough to form much of a coherent thought. They were inside the Angel's Tunnel, a pathway that connected the largest continent in the world with that of a smaller island to the south. They were using it to escape Emperor Mateus, who by this point, was destroying Mysidia because she wasn't there like he knew she was going to be.
Not like I really care if Mysidia is burned to a crisp, Cantirena thought. After what happened there, hell, I could go there and do it myself! All my time learning under Minwu, I thought Mysidia was supposed to be the greatest city in the world. The home of magic, the best place for any aspiring student to go and learn whatever magic they wanted… I believed in Mysidia. I believed in the Mysidian way because Minwu led me down this path. But… what the hell was it? Glorified religious persecution. Fuck them. Fuck them!
Just thinking about what they said, what that Circle of Mages wanted to do, how they tried to carry Minwu off to his death like that. It all made her angrier than she believed she'd ever been in her whole life. Her aura fluctuated, catching Minwu's attention.
"There you go again," he said, pulling her away from her violent thoughts. "Nothing's even happened and your trigger temper has erupted for absolutely no reason."
"Minwu. I have every reason to be angry."
"Your wrath is not to be underestimated, my love… but I must remind you of something very important," Minwu said, putting a hand on the back of her head. He loved playing with her dark blue curls, though he never took the time to really notice that until now. "No matter how you feel about what happened in Mysidia, because I am very sure that's what you're thinking about, we still made it out of there, and we're still alive."
"They were going to kill you!"
"Yes," he said. "They were, and I cried because even though my soul will ride the wheel of reincarnation, I would not be able to stay with you any longer. Call me selfish, but I'm not ready to go on just yet." Minwu smiled. "But I was willing to accept my death if it meant you would live. I know you've done terrible things in the name of the Emperor. They didn't have to tell me anything. I know the sort of man Mateus is, and I wouldn't put manipulation of any kind past him. At first, I wanted to reject it because you were my student, and I felt like I was to blame. I could have guided you better, or taught you better, or something. Then I realized, lying here next to you… that the blame doesn't matter. I love you regardless of whose fault it was that it happened. Cantirena, I… I forgive you of everything that's happened and that will happen."
Cantirena felt her eyes well up with tears.
"Forgive me, I did not mean to make you cry."
"No. It's not you…" Cantirena said, wiping the tears away. "It's just that… Mateus told me, while I was in his bed no less, that you would never love me because I was a traitor. That I could never go home because if I did, everyone would shun me and hate me. He told me it was best that I stayed with him and supported him, because I chose that path on my own." She sniffled a few times. "He said that because I wanted to go with him, I had no choice but to be there."
Minwu used his hand that wasn't nestled in her hair to lift her chin enough for him to kiss her. "Don't…" he pressed his lips against hers. When he pulled back, he said, "Don't ever believe for a moment that I would ever refuse you…" He kissed her again, and again, and again. "…anything."
"Anything?" she asked.
"Anything," he repeated it. He was sure of what she was going to lead to, and right that moment, he didn't have a problem with that. Minwu was ready. He would give her what she wanted gladly. "Just let me know what it is you want, and I'll make it happen."
Cantirena smiled. She wasn't sure of what to ask for. Laying there, oh certainly a few naughty things came to mind, but she didn't want to ruin the moment, and there was the fact that her sisters were lying on either side of the bed. That was a bit awkward. "Okay," she said quietly. "I know what I want to ask you for."
Minwu wasn't expecting her to actually ask for anything. She was the one who had dreams about them making love in the past. Here it was. She was going to beg him to give her the loving she dreamt of, and he was prepared to give it. He was ready, damn it. "Then tell me."
"A piece of cake," she whispered. "I'm dying for something sweet."
Not what Minwu was expecting to hear. At all.
"Oh, come ON!" Candice shouted, sitting up. "Cantirena, can't you tell the man is dying to make love to you?! You made me listen to all that fluffy romantic soft stuff and you're not even gonna give me the satisfaction of knowing you two have finally gotten your sexual tension relieved properly?! We're gonna be stuck here until you two go at it!"
"That was truly disappointing," Clarisse said, also sitting up. "And if I know things well enough, until it gets out of your system, we won't progress anywhere. As a story or as anything else. Minwu, give her something sweet. Make love to your woman all ready. For the sake of development, give it to her hard!"
"You were… awake?!" Cantirena and Minwu were both surprised.
"I was in the mood," Minwu said, blushing. "Not anymore."
"Is… that what you meant?!" Cantirena asked, also blushing. "You wanted to… oh… damn it… I'm so stupid…"
Minwu kissed her again. "No, you're not… I did say anything, after all. Next town we visit, you're getting some cake. I promise."
"Fuck," Candice said, rolling her eyes. "Next time, don't even… don't… my Goddess, Canti, I'm just…" She threw her blanket over her head. "I'm going back to sleep. Just… gahh, your innocence is frustrating."
"Me, too," Clarisse said, turning back onto her side.
Cantirena closed her eyes. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't be," Minwu whispered, letting his breath fall right on her ear before kissing it. "It's as awkward for you as it is for me. But the way I see it, it will happen when it's meant to. There's no rush. We have a long time to get to it, and when the time is right, we won't even have to think about it."
"Oh, you shouldn't do that."
"My ear… just… mmm…."
"Maybe I should."
"Only if you want…"
"I think it's very clear, my dear, that I do very much want…"
"Then, by all means, keep going."
Minwu kept nibbling at Cantirena's ear, and she kept responding with little moans. It didn't take him long to take his position on top of her. His kisses went from her ear, down her neck, and back up again. "I could keep kissing you until the end of time," he said, "and that still wouldn't be enough."
"But you should stop, because I don't know if those two are just sitting there, waiting for us to go at it… as much as I'm enjoying the affection, it feels weird," she said.
"We'll leave," Clarisse said without even rolling over. "Seriously. You two need release."
"So you are still awake."
Minwu just kissed Cantirena's forehead again and said, "Never mind!"