Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Drenched by the Moonlight ❯ Default Chapter ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

This is kind of like my friend's fic in a way, but it'll end up completely different. Plus, hers is better then mine. -Sulks- Okay, I've wanted to write this story for a while now. But it never seemed quite ready to go. I've been working hard on this, editing and reediting. So please don't flame me. Thank you. Enjoy. Disclaimer: I do not own this game, nor do I own these characters. They are owned by Square-Enix. Though they don't deserve it.

Squall stood silently on a bench outside of the infirmary. His heart danced with emotions that he couldn't explain, and guilt that couldn't be repressed. He cursed himself mentally. He'd allowed himself to become confused on the field. He'd attacked Rinoa blindly, leaving a large gash on her chest. He remembered carrying her lifeless body back to the garden. Receiving glares, and gasps from everyone he passed as Rinoa's blood feel silently to the marble floor. To him it seemed that everyone blamed him for what was happening to Rinoa. Squall's grim thoughts were soon interrupted by the mechanical sound of the doors to the infirmary opening. Squall quickly lifted his head, a glint of hope in his eyes. But it soon faded when he saw Dr. Kadowaki's face.

“Squall.” She said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I'm sorry, but she didn't make it.”

Squall's heart froze. He hadn't heard anything past her second word. He didn't need to hear anything else to know what she was going to say. “I'm sorry.” He repeated hysterically. “What are you sorry for? I killed her, not you. I killed Rinoa.” A single tear dripped down his cheek. Nothing could compare to the amount of guilt, and pain he was feeling. To him it felt as if his whole world would come crashing down on top of him. How could he possibly live without Rinoa there to comfort him? What would he do without her there to force him to voice his feelings? Fear washed over him, adding to the emotions he was already feeling. He feared of going back to his old emotionless ways. All the grief that Rinoa went through to get him to express himself would be wasted. He clenched his eyes closed, forcing the tears back into his eyes. Squall stood to his feet, forcing his legs to hold his weight. “I'm going to my room.” Squall announced, walking away from Dr. Kadowaki, leaving her speechless. As Squall walked through the halls of garden, everything seemed to play out in slow motion. Every head seemed to turn towards him, once again taunting him. Convincing him that it was his fault. Squall turned his gaze to the floor, not wanting to look into the faces of Garden's inhabitants. He sighed heavily to himself. He felt like he'd been walking for days. He hadn't even made it to the elevator yet and he was already tired. Not watching where he was going, Squall ran right into the chest of none other then Seifer Almasy.

“Well if it isn't Squall Leonhart.” Seifer said sarcastically.

“Not now, Almasy.” Squall said, clenching his teeth tightly.

Seifer narrowed his eyes at Squall, noticing the moistness on his cheeks. “ So you've been crying, eh?” Seifer said leaning slightly to look into the younger boy's face. “Rinoa made you cry again?”

Squall clenched his fist, and pushed past Seifer, nearly knocking him to the ground. “Fuck you, Seifer.”

Squall made it up to his room, luckily not bumping into anyone else he knew. He didn't much feel like talking. Squall fell heavily onto his bed, drifting into a welcoming sleep.

Squall was shrouded in a suffocating darkness, his eyes struggling to adjust to it. He stood in one spot, trying to listen for any sign of movement. When someone called to him.

“Squall. Squall, where are you?”

“Rinoa? Rinoa! Where are you?” Squall asked, frantically running blindly.

“I'm here, Squall.” A bright light flashed, showing Rinoa smiling brightly at him. Her bright brown eyes wide with happiness.

“Rinoa. I-I thought you were dead.” Squall said, still advancing towards her.

“ Now why would you think that silly? I would never leave you.” Rinoa opened her arms, wide as if she were waiting for him to hug her. Squall smiled, and picked up his pace slightly. He walked to her, wrapping his arms around her protectively. He closed his eyes in bliss. He had Rinoa back. He had his Rinoa back. Squall's eyes shot open when he felt a warm liquid against his chest. He opened his eyes, noticing that Rinoa was no longer hugging him back. Her body was limp, and lifeless as her crimson blood dripped onto his jacket, and soaked into his shirt.

“Rinoa. Rinoa get up!” Squall fell to his knees, still shaking Rinoa's lifeless body begging her to wake up.

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Squall's body shot up, sweat dripping from his head, soaking into the bloodstained tee he was still sporting. “Damn” He whispered to himself. He climbed from his bed, quickly undressing. He threw the clothes haphazardly to the ground and walked into the bathroom. Hoping a shower would help him a bit. After his shower, Squall dressed and sat on his bed, stiffly. He looked around his room. Rinoa had redecorated it, saying that it was much too plain. Everything in his dorm screamed Rinoa, and the guilt that he'd momentarily forgotten came back tenfold. Tears crept down his cheeks once again, but he wasn't going to stop them this time. During his childhood or even as a teenager, he hadn't cried before. And all the frustrations came out at once in a cascade of tears. But soon a knock at the door snapped him out of it, making him quickly wipe his tears away.

“Who is it?” Squall called from his bed.

“Umm…it's Irvine. Open up.”

Squall sighed inwardly, and crawled from his bed, walking sluggishly to the door. He opened it to reveal Irvine. Squall's eyes widened slightly when he saw him. He didn't sport his normal cowboy attire. Instead he sported a pair of jeans a loose T-shirt.

“Hey. I heard what happened. Sorry to hear it.”

Squall's eyes narrowed. He didn't want their apologies. It was his fault, and he accepted that. He just wished they'd go away. Squall ran a finger through his wet hair, and walked away from the door taking a seat on the couch that Rinoa picked out only a month ago.

“How is everyone else taking it?” Squall asked, directing his attention to Irvine who closed the door and sat stiffly on the small chair that was next to the couch.

“Well, Selphie took it pretty hard. Everyone else seems slightly upset. But that's about it.” Irvine cleared his throat. “How are you taking it?”

Squall looked away from him and stared at the wall. “How would you feel if you killed the only person you ever loved?”

Irvine noticed the anger that was in his voice, and stood. “Well, I guess I'd feel terrible. I just came by to check up on you, and tell you that the headmaster would like to see you later.”

Squall nodded. Never looking back to Irvine. He only redirected his gaze when he heard the door close again. He sighed and went back to his bed. What could the headmaster possibly want with me? Ugh.he probably wants to tell me it's okay, and we'll get through it. Damn, Squall. How could you have possibly allowed yourself to fuck up like that? You don't even know the difference between a monster and your lover?! Damn you! Squall fell into bed again, and closed his eyes. He had to prepare himself for the worst now. And he vowed that he'd never let anyone get close to him again.

Hmmm…It's pretty short, but I wanted to hurry and get it posted. So, did you like it? Please review!