Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Drenched by the Moonlight ❯ Charged with murder? ( Chapter 2 )

Squall opened his eyes, and peered at the clock above his bed. 3:05. I guess I should be going to see the headmaster now. Squall swung his legs around and placed them firmly on the ground before standing to his feet. He grabbed his leather jacket, and proceeded out of the door.

 

Squall stepped onto the elevator and leaned hard against the wall. He closed his eyes, trying to figure what it was the headmaster wanted with him. Maybe he wanted to blame him for her death. No, that couldn't be. He was already doing that to himself. He sighed hard.

 

“Squall.” Xu called to him. Trying to get the brown-haired boy to open his eyes. “Squall!”

 

Squall opened his eyes slowly, to find Xu standing in front of him with a slightly agitated look on her face. “The headmaster is waiting for you up on deck.”

 

Squall nodded, and walked past her. He opened the double doors, just to board yet another elevator. Upon making it to the deck, Squall acknowledged the headmaster with a salute.

 

“Squall. Glad to see that you made it,” Cid said, giving the boy a firm smile. “Our business is an important matter so it should be discussed in a more private environment. I'll meet you in your dorm,” Cid said, turning from him. Squall nodded his head, and stepped back on the elevator.

 

 

Squall walked down the hall, with his head down, his hands stuffed into his pockets, mumbling obscenities under his breath. “Why the fuck did he have me come up there if he just wanted to meet me in my dorm. I could have just stayed in bed for that,” Squall said to himself, never noticing Quistis walking alongside him.

 

“Now is that any way for a leader of garden to speak?” Quistis said, smiling at him.

 

“Oh. Hey, Quistis. I didn't notice you there.”

 

“It's okay. So how are you, Squall?”

 

Squall shot her a sideways glance. Then stopped walking, looking into her crystal blue eyes. He wanted to scream out: “HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU JUST KILLED SOME CLOSE TO YOU?” but refrained from being a major asshole. Besides, it wasn't her fault. She was only concerned for his well-being. “Yes, I guess I'm fine.” Squall said, breaking his gaze with the blonde, starting his all too long journey to his dormitory.

 

“Well, I guess I'll see you around then,” Quistis said, getting the hint that he didn't really want to be bothered. He had been through a lot, and she only wanted him to know that she was there for him. Quistis watched as Squall walked towards his dormitory, his gaze never leaving the marble floors. Quistis sighed inwardly. Out of all the years she'd known him nothing had ever effected him like this did. It was true that she'd never lost a loved one. Hell, she'd never even had a loved one, unless you count her short-term relationship to Seifer. Quistis voiced her sigh this time, and walked off towards the infirmary. She promised Dr. Kadowaki that she'd help her out today.

 

------------------------ A little later that day --------------------------------

 

Cid paced the floors of Squall's dorm, as Squall impatiently leaned in his chair, sighing loudly making his discomfort known.

 

“Didn't you say you wanted to talk to me about something, sir?” Squall asked, sighing again.

 

“Yes, yes. I intend to get to the point. I'm just trying to figure a way to ask you this.”

 

“Just be blunt, and straight to the point.” Squall straightened in his chair. And looked into Cid's face. Worry was written across his every feature.

 

“Yes, indeed.” Cid sat nervously in an armchair across from Squall. He inhaled deeply. “Well, I had a few questions pertaining to the previous events of this morning. I need to know in detail everything that happened. Otherwise, there's a chance that General Caraway may indulge deeper, and try to pin you for murder.”

 

Squall froze. “Murder? But why would he do that? I talked to General Caraway, and I was told that it was pure accident, and that he would in no way blame me for Rinoa's death. “

 

Cid raised an eyebrow. “Hmm.did you happen to be in the infirmary at the time of this call?” Squall nodded. “Ah. I see. May I use the phone?” Squall nodded, and sat back in his chair. He never noticed Cid leave. He was too enthralled in his thoughts. He couldn't help but ignore the nagging feeling in the back of his head. Something just didn't seem right to him. How could the general possibly blame him for Rinoa's death? Just earlier he was comforting him, telling him how much he considered Squall to be like a son to him, and now he was trying to blame him for Rinoa's death. Squall rubbed his sore temples. This was becoming unbearable.

 

“Squall, everything will be fine.” Cid said, placing his hand on the brown-haired boy's shoulder. “The infirmary's phones record all calls placed in and out. Xu is retrieving the records as we speak. Maybe you should get some rest, though.” Cid walked to the door, and turned to Squall again. His head, rested in his hands. “You're going to need it.” He whispered, and then left.

 

 

I'm done! Oh, and SquallsGirl…the reason for Squall's emotions are because he lost a loved one, and on top of that he killed her. I know is kind of OOC, but it's the only logical emotion. I mean, he could be his blank, emotionless self, but at the moment he's sorting his feelings, and thoughts. So I felt it was only right to make him shed a few tears. But he'll be back to his normal self. Actually, he'll be in the “Fuck the world” phase. And I will cover more about what happened before Rinoa's death. Don't worry. I plan to go all the way with this fic. No reviews or not. ^. ^ GOD, AND PEOPLE READ THIS THING, AND REVIEW! I think I need a new summary. Yes, that'll work! -Speeds off to the bat mobile-

 

--I'm a sucker for a man in spandex.