Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Final Fantasy VIII: LionHearts ❯ Coming of the Tempest ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

-18:00, Balamb Garden Dormitories-

"Mmm, mmm..."

The evening sky was painted with a thousand diamonds that night- the night that started everything, two years ago. It were as if someone were watching and smilng down on the two of us. Time had stopped, and it was just us now...

"Mmm, mmmnn..."

It was a few months after the second Sorceress War. We'd been going steady for a a while, and it had gotten to the point where we were fucking like jackrabbits. It wasn't my fault in the first place that this sort of thing was happenning now- she had offered herself, and I had to admit, I liked it. I never once questioned what we had- it worked so perfectly that it was eerie. But I like to think that we made this on our own -no kind of spiritual or mental bond- just the strength of our own wills and hearts.

"Mmmm... ahhh. Y'know, you taste really good, Squall."

"Really? I wouldn't know- I haven't lost my mind enough to go for that sort of thing."

"Oh, really?" she asked, as she stretched her lithe figure over me, her heated body resting on mine.

"Well, I'll just have to make you lose what little you have left..."

With that, she kissed me again and started going back to work on my dick with fervor. I groaned as her skilled lips continued to give me the best night of my life, or at least one of many. The tongue rubbed and licked the head, then the underside, long nights of practice giving her an expertise that I wouldn't have dreamed of- or rather, the old me wouldn't have dreamed of.

"Fuck, Rinoa... any more of this and I'm gonna cum..."

She almost growled as she began speeding up. I couldn't hold myself in anymore and entwined one of my hands in her hair, half to guide her and half to control her. She either didn't notice or didn't care, because she let me push her down onto my length. Soon, I felt something tighten and knew right then that she had either gone off the deep end with lust... or was finally confident enough to go all the way.

"Holy shit... it's in your throat, love... so damn tight!"

Rinoa purred as she simply looked up at me, and with my hand still in her hair it was a sight that made my cock throb. She had this look on her face that said she knew exactly what she was doing... and it made her look even sexier. Before I could say anything else, she began moving at that wicked pace again, taking the words right out of my mouth with a groan.

"God yes! Cumming!"

I couldn't say much else, really... she had gotten quite good over the past few months. I emptied my load into her mouth and down her throat, and the only thing she did was press her head all the way down ontp my hips, her throat working to drain me of whatever I had left. It was about ten seconds later when she pulled herself up again, breathing hard but looking completely blissed.

"Thanks, stud," she purred. "You are one sexy lion, y'know."

I managed to grin. "Don't you forget it, either... I love you."

**

Kanto The Slayer presents a Final Fantasy VIII fanfiction...

Final Fantasy VIII: LionHearts

Warning: This piece of fiction is of a decidedly sexual and graphic nature. In other words, it is a lemon with highly detailed fight scenes, explicit language, and things not meant for younger audiences.

That said, those who are under the age of 18 are advised to stop here, and turn back now, before it is too late. If you are caught reading this by your folks, don't say that I didn't warn you.

Everyone else, Jump in. The water's fine.

Standard Disclaimer: All characters are property of Hironobu Sakaguchi and SquareSoft; character designs by Tetsuya Nomura.

**

General Caraway was in deep shit.

No, that didn't entirely describe it. Deep shit was what happened during the war with Adel. Deep shit was being controlled behind the scenes by another sorceress from a distant future. Deep shit was discovering that Balamb was being manipulated from within, in order to appease the sorceress.

This was not deep shit... this was worse.

His military aide, a man of about age twenty-five who looked and acted like a hardened veteran twice his age, handed him the latest field reports from the recent border skirmishes in Timber, and the second battle of Dollet. They were known as the two most crucial points for non-bandwidth data transfer, and were still kept in full function, since they could be used as emergency lines.

Seeing as these were important locales, the Galbadian Army kept them safe.

However, things had taken a turn for the worse these days...

"Are these accurate?" the general asked with his customary scowl on his face.

"Yes, sir. Our troops are being staved off effectively. Dollet troops have been pushed back to their position on the bridge; if they can't hold it there, then the city will be taken, unless we resort to urban warfare."

His grimace deepened and his mouth tightened. That was not what he wanted to hear, but he knew it was the truth. They were getting their asses kicked without those damned kids.

"And Timber?"

The aide shuffled his feet restlessly, forgetting his training for a brief moment. He knew when the leader of Galbadia was pissed, and it made him uneasy. But he spoke none the less. "Worse. We're down to the last few reserves- almost the entire city is theirs. It'll be a short while until they declare martial law and have one of the two points secured."

A haggard sigh from behind the desk. This was not going well for the man. At age 45, he knew that he was not getting any younger, and was resigned to the fate of losing his touch. What he wouldn't give for his Rinoa to be here right now... she had the will and drive to carry this forward, even if she was not well-versed in tactics and strategy. She was always a fast learner though, and would do well in his place.

For now, he would have to hold out and try to make it to the next sunrise.

Unfortunately, it looked so far away now.

Such a sad day... when Galbadia goes to war with itself.

**

Squall Leonhart was having a damn good day. So good, that he actually managed to smile- even get into a few conversations and laugh at jokes- well, the ones that were actually funny. People around him found this odd- he never showed any emotions at all; kept everything locked and sealed tight. However, for the past few months, he had been going through a gradual change. He may not have noticed the slight changes, but others did. His tight-knit group of friends paid it no mind, but everyone else knew Squall so well that they knew even the small changes.

Not that anyone minded- it made him more agreeable, not to mention more popular. People began to come to him for advice about anything, from battle strategies to relationships. For some odd reason, he was an expert in the relationships department. Of course, not many but those who truly paid attention knew why...

Rinoa.

The new girl who now walked the halls of the mobile Garden, as if she herself were a student. Of course, there was the fact that she had to find her own way at age 20, seeing as the school only kept students for so long. But now, that no longer seemed to matter, especially not to her. In fact, she was thinking about being a student. Her father had always told her that military life was not for her, as if she were incapable of making the necessary decisions.

Well, it was time to shut that down, once and for all... so she intended to tell Squall of her intentions. Hence when he got to his room, she was already waiting. "Hey, you." she said, giving her normal greeting.

Squall smirked. "Hey. Don't you have your own room yet?"

Rinoa shrugged. "Yours is cozier."

The commander of the garden walked over to his bed, taking his jacket off. "Sure, it is. So what's up? That you're here means that you have something you wanna talk about, right?"

The young sorceress nodded, lowering her head for a moment. The floor suddenly seemed much more interesting, and she dug her right toe into the carpet as if it would keep her rooted to the spot. Squall shook his head and chuckled. "Come on, out with it."

"Um... what would you say," she began, after a while, "If I told you that I wanted to be a SeeD?"

Silence. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what exactly it was that had possesed Rinoa to ask him this question now of all times. She had not shown interest in the elite mercenary forces before, and now she suddenly was considering it. After a few more moments of this silence, staring at her as if to check if he were hallucinating, he answered her with his own question.

"Are you sure? You do know what our lives are like, right?"

She nodded. She had seen first hand the life of a SeeD, and though she had not told anyone of it, she was actually enjoying herself. Not to mention that she felt... distant from him, still an outsider.

So if she were a SeeD...

"I'm sure," she said with a smile.

Squall smiled back. This was rather unexpected from her. He liked unexpected. He had long since accepted that there were no guarantees in life, just like she had said. As he had discoverd, this was what made life so exciting. There were no certainties- the future was undecided, and thus, open, So then, he would live from one day to the next, instead of one battle to the next.

"Well, you could talk to Cid and Edea about it, though I doubt you would need to. Besides, I'll put in a good word for you."

She shook her head at this, still smiling at him.

"No need for that. I'll do this all on my own. But thanks anyway," she said as she kissed his cheek and walked out of the room. The silence reigned for a while before Squall shook his head and chuckled warmly.

A sorceress SeeD, huh? Has a nice ring to it, he mused to himself. She's gonna make it.

He didn't know how he knew, but he was sure that she would go far as a merc. She was charismatic, determined, and had the drive and ambition to go placed. For some reason, he was never more proud of her than he was now, and the grin on his face showed it.

She's gonna make it.. I know it.

**

The light, airy, melodious sound of a flute drifted through the air that day. She had taken a liking to the wind instrument, and leanred how to really play such a thing. In just a few short months, she had developed a passion for it, and became proficient at playing it. People were amazed at how quickly she could pick up something and learn it, as if she only had to remember how to do something and not learn.

Silphie Tilmitt was so good, she had drawn a crowd, just in the cafeteria. She had started out with a simple, wandering melody, just to warm up. Playing around and such. Then, geting tired of that, she started playing songs that people knew... and songs that one didn't think that one could play on a flute. Everyone loved it especially when she played her rendition of "Eyes On Me". She blushed as those who were within earshot showered her with applause.

Since the room had good acoustics, that was just about everyone, and the hot dog line was very, very long.

"Really, you guys are too much!"

"Hey, play another one!" one of the guys shouted out.

"I'm kinda hungry now, so maybe after?"

The crowd seemed both disappointed and pacified by this, and got back to what they were doing. of course, most of the conversations for the first five minutes were about Selphie, and now she not only had played a decent concert for most of the Garden at Fisherman's Horizon, but her recent performance. One man in particular sat next to her, yawning widely and stretching his arms. One of them just so happened to stretch behind Selphie, snaking around her shoulders...

And then she ducked, just as he was about to pull her close. In reality, she was trying to clean her flute, which was just laying on the table. Thus, his right arm flew right over her, and hugged nothing but air. In effect, he went so far forward, his gut rammed into the edge of the table, winding him.

"Ack! Damn..."

Selphie looked up, startled for a moment, then saw him. A man sitting, or rather, doubled over- in a chair next to her. His brown hair hid his pained an embarassed face from view, but had it not been, his green eyes would've melted any sane woman's heart.

Just not this sane woman. At least, not yet.

"Oh, hi Irvy. Didn't see ya there."

**

From one of the single dorms in the Garden, the sound of fists meeting a speed bag can be heard. And from the sound of it, the practitioner was moving at a wicked pace... Zell Dincht, for some odd reason, was in top form. He didn't know what had come over him, but he figured that he owed his new performance to his constant training.

Either that, or the hot dogs. Yup, definitely that.

He wouldn't admit that the reason his performance had improved was because his mind was in the right place. He happened to be thinking about the girl with the pigtail... the one that was surprisingly cute, even though she was shy and bookish. Zell didn't mind, though. She was nice, and had a passion for something. He like d that. Besides, he had been looking for that book for a long time, and shse just so happened to have it. After they got to know each other for a while, they started to hit it off.

He sighed to himself as he stopped the workout for a moment, just as the knock on the door came. As he opened the door, wondering who it could be, he noted that the question was probably futile- he had a good guess who it was anyway. And lo and behold, as he opened the door he was met with the smiling face of one who was decidedly the most popular member of the Library Commitee. But for some reason, the girl with the pigtail had her hair unbound and free.

"Hey. What's the occasion? I never saw you without your hair done up... it looks nice."

Her smile widened.

"Thanks. Um... I don't suppose that you're free tonight, are you?"

Zell quirked an eyebrow... "Yeah, I am. What for?"

"Well..."

**

Quistis had never seen the scenery quite like this. They were drifting through the clouds, not having a worry or care in the world, and she liked it very much. She was simply standing on the second floor balcony, admiring the view, and thinking of a certain... errant student.

I can't help but wonder what trouble he's gotten into this time... he may have been our enemy the whole time, but I believe in second chances.

Not to mention that his bad-ass disposition had interested the instructor as much as Squall's quiet stoicism. But she had already seen through Squall, and was gladd that he was finally opening up to the people around him. She still worried about Seifer Almasy... she should have said good riddance to him, but he had made things... interesting for her in a way that not even Squall could.

She may have been a bit bossy, and might have had some reservations about a teacher feeling this way for a student, but the fact was that she was no longer a teacher, and he was no longer a student. With that in mind, she could at least admit the truth to herself...

I miss him. As unbelievable as it seems, I do miss him.

Even if she would not give anyone else the courtesy.

However, there was someone that knew. That someone stood just at the entrance to the second floor balcony, a warm and caring smile on her face. Her usual black dress, long hair, and the calm disposition of nobility made her obvious.

My dear child... you need not worry. I have a feeling that everything will be as it should, soon enough. For now, just be patient. The wayward child will come home to us, and we should welcome him.

By the time Quistis picked up something just at the edge of her senses and turned around to see what it was, she was already gone.

**

She could feel it...

Something ill was rising on the wind. The wind of battle was beginning to spread, and there was no real way to stop it this time from reaching Esthar again. She closed her eyes and made a silent wish...

You guys... we might be in trouble again. If for no one else, then stop what's coming for me.

Ellone wasn't far from the truth. There was something coming the like of which not even she could see. Even now, people were drawing battle lines, and testing wills. Fates would soon be decided as the wheels of destiny turned ever so slowly...

**

Chapter 1- Coming of the Tempest

A.N.: There- that's better. The remix of this first chapter is complete, ready for your viewing pleasure. This fic sailed from the shores of FF.net a few weeks back when I made an attempt to convert it to a more extreme version. Naturally, the lemon in the first scene is not there on the more restrictive fanfic site, and I've always wanted to play around with that first section.

A few other things have been changed as well- wording here and there, a few lines, things of that sort. There are also several implied pairings here... however, two of those pairings will reveal their true colors soon enough.

I'll leave it to your imagination which couples are getting the facelift/axe/revamp. Hee.

For now... Ja ne.