Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Final Fantasy Gaiden ❯ One ( Chapter 1 )

Final Fantasy Gaiden

The first ( and probably last) FF8 fanfic by one

*Clockwork Pilot*

Sing the Final Fantasy theme song with me! Feel it's power!

" Bum bum bum da dum da bum da bum bum bum ba Bum..."

Anyways...::sweatdrop:: This basically me focusing all my anger at the non-existance of Final Fantasy Gaiden. Please review me. As a writer I require feedback to improve.

Thanks a lot...::Ahem:: "I do not have copyright or ownership over Final Fantasy 8 or any of its characters, except the plastic replicas I play with at home...."

The Head Commanders office was, as usual, utterly gorgeous. Sunlight flooded the lobby and main office, bathing the area in a warm, yellow light. Fujin had "visited" the upper-levels of Balamb Garden enough times to notice the Headmaster took a great deal of pride in the appearance of his quarters. The solid oak floors were continually restored, polished and waxed with a fanatical intensity that gave them an almost etheral glow; the furniture, formerly stiff, aging wood, was slowly being replaced with sophisticated black plastic and leather.

"Man, he seems obsessed with leather. I wonder if he's got a fetish...," She thought aloud as she eased into the soft cowhide bench. Outside, the songs of massive insects intermingled with the birds. She wished she could go outside and practice her Fire-Tempest technique out on some bite bug or flying fish.

"Did you say something?," The Headmasters secretary looked up her vid-screen, eyeing her suspiciously. Fujin flustered for a moment, the toned muscles in her shoulders twitching nervously. The secretary smiled but said nothing.

"Um, how much longer till my 'meeting' ?" A blush was creeping onto her face, and she suddenly found her black boots incredibly interesting.

"Well,...," She was casually pulling her long black hair into a tight ponytail," my husband is not accustomed to receiving visitors this early in the morning. He probably downing some coffee right now..." typing rapidly on the board, her eyes focused on the vid-screen she spoke more to herself than to Fujin, "...he insists on buying the import roasts from Tribadia, I don't understand it at all..."

Feeling awkward, as usual, she swung her legs out, kicking air "Miss..er...Mrs..."

"Yes, yes, what is it?" Pulling up an inventory file, she began to frown," damn, were running low on hot dogs again..."

"But he's one of the five heroes! How can he need caffeine to get up in the morning?"

The older woman grimaced slightly, as if struck, "Six!"

"Huh?" Did I do something to piss her off?

"Six heroes! Six!"

Fujin began to count on her fingers, "Martial Arts Master Dinct...Gunslinger Kinneas..." her brain paused in mid-flight. Who were the others? Trepe, Tilmitt, Leonhart...names everyone was suppose to know and revere. The (Five, Six?) Heroes who had not only saved the world as we know it, but time and space as well. In wasn't her fault she had a bad memory.

"And...um..the great..fabulous, um, almighty...Rinny Heart?"

"Rinoa Heartilly! Heartilly! My maiden name, at least. In any case...if it weren't for troublemakers like you, I think my poor Squall would have clam nerves and the rest he needs without chemicals!"

"Hey, it wasn't my fault this time. Master Dickweed should be here, not me."

Mrs. Leonhart made her classic frown, "Tell it to the Commander, Fu-honey..."

"Hmmm...were going to have to order some more ammo... and I can't believe how many Bo Staffs have been broken this semester"

"Don't look at me!"

"I wasn't looking at you, Fujin."

Sweat drop, panic,"Yeah, well, that's great..."