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You are my sunshine

Kefka hadn’t taken the threats against him seriously despite the fact that they’d become increasingly violent and frequent over the last week.

He himself hadn’t been receiving them. Sephiroth had been the one at the receiving end of each one. And he’d been responding as any concerned fiance would: by throwing a temper tantrum and becoming overprotective.

The mage didn’t like it. Well…he liked it to an extent. He found it extremely sexy when the other threw a fit when anyone so much as looked at him wrong.

What he didn’t like was the fact that he couldn’t get any alone time now. Sephiroth was too concerned that someone might attack him.

So Kefka snuck out. He left a note and then just left before running the risk of killing the other for being around him too much.

The mage didn’t return for an entire week, and when he did, he froze.

His quarters were coated in blood. The spatter covered the walls, the ceiling, his bed….but most of it was pooled out on the floor.

Kefka gasped, dropping to his knees when he saw the body in the corner.

“Seph….” He finally found his voice. “Sephi…roth?”

Not again.

He hurried over to the body and pulled Sephiroth into his arms. His throat had been slit. He’d been impaled. His eyes were wide open as though he’d stared death in the face.

“Who did this?” Kefka whispered. “WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!”

They hadn’t even gotten a chance.

They’d been engaged for what? A month? Barely even.

And Sephiroth was dead.

Another fiance dead.

Kefka was cursed. It was official.

The mage hadn’t had a chance.

He hadn’t had a chance to say how he’d felt.

He hadn’t even had a chance to figure out how he’d felt.

The mage could only hold his lovely silverette’s corpse and scream his agony.

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