Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Spoken Words ❯ Tough Basics ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Erica-chan 
Apparently there's more to Arae than meets the eye... especially for Squall.
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Apparently there's more to Arae than meets the eye... especially for Squall.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.06.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 144 | Status: Work In Progress
Spoken Words
A Final Fantasy VIII fanfic
Chapter Two: Tough Basics
By: Erica-chan
Rating: R
Pairings: Squall/original character
Note: In no way do I HATE Rinoa; quite the opposite I LOVE her. So, there is no bashing of her within my story.
Disclaimer: Everyone from Final Fantasy belongs to SquareEnix; I own Arae. What do you all think about her? Hardcore or
what? Trust me on this one: this story is gonna get better. My Chibi-Sephiroth is waiting on my shoulder to attack flamers who
dare flame my story. He's so cute. :):):):):)
Enjoy!
~*~*~*~*~
There was a rapid knocking on Arae's door that same night. She rolled over on her bed to glance at the clock. 10:05 PM.
Who was that calling on her this late? Groaning, she sat up and shook her head, red hair spilling everywhere. She stood and
opened the door to find Quistis and Zell standing there. "Time for training," Quistis announced brightly. Arae stared at her and
looked at Zell, who jumped a bit and started fidgeting. "Now? Do you know how late it is and you're just now telling me it's
training time?" The blonde nodded and turned sharply on her heels. "You have five minutes to get ready. Hurry."
Arae closed her door and sighed, rubbing her temples. Already a headache was coming on. Normally, she didn't have them
but frequently she did for the past week. She pulled on a red t-shirt, black pants, her boots and swept her hair up in a clip,
loose hair falling in her face.
Junctioning Shiva and her Magic, the girl picked up her old katana, her ivory-handled twin automatics, and slowly exited her room, a good distance behind Quistis and Zell. Their footsteps echoed loudly in the hallway and soon into the empty air of the Garden. "We have been given special permission by the Headmaster to train you so late because first thing tomorrow, you're going on a mission with us," Quistis rambled on. "I am? Why?" Zell turned to her. "Something the Headmaster sees in you. Dunno what... something I don't know. I stay away from crap like that," the fighter said nervously, his sky-blue eyes gentle. Arae felt her mouth twitch into a small smile. "That's smart... what's your name? I only heard it once from this afternoon," she mentioned casually. "It's Zell."
She inclined her head, acknowledging the name given to her. "Arae. Nice to meet you," she said softly and started snapping
her fingers, flames of fire flying from her tips. The combat fighter slowed down until he was walking with her. "How'd ya learn
to do that?" Arae shook her head. "I don't know... when I first found out, I was really scared... it was about two weeks ago, I
think. My mom freaked out and hid me in my room, away from people, away from the outside world basically," Arae
whispered, her eyes sombering, growing a dark green color. Zell noticed this and grew uneasy. "Rough time?"
"Just a little bit. My dad thought it was awesome. He was the one that taught me how to fight in the first place. Or course,
mom was against it, saying girl's shouldn't learn how to because it was un-lady like. I'm really stubborn so I went against her
wishes and trained secretly with this guy I met at a bar." Zell cocked an eyebrow. "And how old are you again?," he asked
faintly. "Eighteen. I know the people who work there and they let me in all the time," Arae smirked, turning a corner way to the
main entrance of the Training Center. "He was a really arrogant bitch, thought he knew his shit, if you get what I'm saying.
Anyway, after convincing him that I was a worthy enough to train, we did lessons until he disappeared. The guys at the bar
said he went to Timber, or something like that. He kept mentioning a broadcast... and that there was a chicken wuss there with
a queer commander and a squawking airhead dressed in yellow..." Zell balled his fists tight and gritted his teeth. "Tch!!! That
bastard!"
"You know who it is?"
"Yeah... we all know him-"
"Ahem." Quistis had abruptly stopped before the gates of the center, the fumes of humid and hot air wrapping around Arae's
ankles. "This is were we test your skills and re-teach you everything you THOUGHT you knew, understand?," the woman
questioned, a bit of harshness ringing in her voice. Arae shrugged and looked around. It was jungle-type, the rustling of bushes
and trees giving off the hint that there were many things hiding within the greenery. "What is the weapon you are equipped
with?" Arae lifted up her sword and a gun. "These."
Quistis shook her golden head and Zell smiled sympathetically. "You can only have one. Choose one, please?" The redhead scowled and chose her katana, giving the pistols to Zell. "Do you have any Magic?," Quistis inquired, raising her eyebrows slightly. "Yes. 100 Curagas, 100 Blizzagas, 50 Dispels, 50 Firagras, and some Blind. Oh, yeah. 50 Holy and 50 Auras so I can do my Limit Break, Cherry Blossom Dance." Zell felt a laugh rise in his throat. "Cherry Blossom DANCE?!," he choked out, holding a hand over his mouth. Arae glared at him. "Yes. It's very lethal, so WATCH it...," she growled and pushed past the two blondes, the doors opening. "Wait!!! You're not to do this without us!," Quistis cried out, chasing after her.
The air was thick and heavy inside, no sunlight, only electrical lamp posts. Arae felt herself gag some, sweat already starting on
her forehead. "Fuck... this is super...," she muttered, walking ahead the pathway. She saw a Draw point and started rushing
there. 'So far, so good... I can do this myself! No problem.' After Drawing the Blizzard, shivering from the icy-cold Magic,
something brushed past her leg. Jumping and taking stance, the redhead swung the katana out of its sheath, eyes focused and
ears sharp. A cackling issued on her left, two Grats appearing, their long weedy arms swaying in the air. Smirking, Arae
snapped her fingers, creating a Firaga spell and blew it on them, knocking the two out. A third one ambushed her, clicking its
fangs in fury of her killing of its friends. "You're a fighter," she said to the remaining one. The Grat clicked noisily at her,
swinging its arms up and bringing them down upon her. She staggered, reeling from the pain. "Ouch!" It hit her again, and
again, knocking out a great deal of her health points with Bio. "I don't have any antidotes or remedies! The hell?!!," Arae
shrieked, wiping the blood from her eyes, holding her head as the toxic ran through her system. The Grat chuckled rather evilly
and raced towards her, fangs open, ready to perform its Vampire Bite... Arae closed her eyes tightly, regret filling her.
'I couldn't even stand up to one Grat... how disappointing...'
BANG!
The Grat shook from the blast, looking around everywhere. Suddenly, Arae felt the Bio lift from her, hair whipping around her
blood-streaked face, gasping heavily. "What the-" She glanced up quickly, seeing a large blade over her shoulder. "That's a
gunblade... Lionheart...," she whispered, eyes large. Traveling up the handle, she recognized the stormy eyes and frowning
face. "YOU!" He flew past her, attacking the Grat, stepped back, and performed Thundara on the monster, killing it instantly.
Arae felt the air out of her lungs whoosh out, her pride wounded greatly. Picking herself up, the girl brushed off the dirt, blood,
and remains of a Remedy. "... I almost had it..."
"In five seconds you would've been dead. No one would have known because you came in here by yourself and left Quistis
and Zell behind."
Arae gaped at the tall boy, who had his back to her. "Listen, I was doing just fine! I was going to perform my Limit Break and
you stepped in UNANNOUNCED! Keep your 'helpfulness' to yourself," she snapped, snatching up her katana. "Don't speak
to your commander like that," he growled, the stormy eyes crackling with energy. "You? A Commander? THAT'S funny...
you're like, what, seventeen?!," Arae snickered, walking away from him. Then, out of nowhere, she was pulled back against a
broad chest, the Lionheart balanced against her throat, her right arm caught by her stomach in a hurtful grip. "Yes... I am a
Commander. Yours, again, so I would appreciate the no-talking back," he grounded out next to her ear, his breath hot against
the outer lobe. Trembling inwardly, Arae nodded, her eyes focused on the Lionheart that was before her. "Yes... sir..." He let
her go, falling down to her knees, all of a sudden weak.
"Squall!!! Is she okay?!!"
Lifting his eyes and brushing back the loose brown hair from them, Squall Leonhart shrugged, tossing his blade over his
leather-covered shoulder. "I guess so... pretty shook up though." Arae wasn't paying any attention around her. She was staring at a bush, her hart pounding. 'He was right about him... he is an iceberg... cold, unmoving, and cruel... Seifer was right.'
***
Training went on until 1:00 AM, Arae dirty, bruised, and bitter. Working with Quistis was a bitch. 'Perfection must've been her goal when she was little or something,' the redhead thought to herself, dragging her feet to her room. "I need a bath badly," she moaned, rubbing her shoulder, unlocking her door. Upon entering, she tossed aside her new brand of katana called Katrina- named after a horrible hurricane storm from the past that divested a state and killed thousands, among thousands. It was a bit longer that it was supposed to be, the tip curved more violently. Stripping off her clothes, Arae walked into the bathroom, turning on the hot water. She stood in front of the long body mirror, staring at her scratches she received tonight. "Hmm... probably nothing that a Elixir can't fix." What was worrying her most was the strange two marks showing faintly on her back. Arae turned around, still looking at her shoulder blades. "They looks like two burnt marks of something... it's not formed. What the hell is it?!," she hissed to herself, growing frustrated.
She slipped into the tub, sighing happily at the touch of hot water. She leaned against the back, washing her hair. Soon, the water turned a murky sepia color from the dirt and blood. She drained the water and re-started another bath to soak in. "Why does have something against me?," she pondered to herself, running a hand though the water, watching it ripple. She was referring to Squall. She felt goose bumps rise on her body as she remembered his boundless blue-gray eyes. They were intense, but almost dead-looking. She closed her eyes, drifting into a small sleep...
+*+*+
"Who was crying?"
"... hm?"
"Why is it so bright? I can't feel anything."
"It's hot now... way hot!
"The crying- why won't it stop?!!"
Something pulled... stabbing furiously inside the body.
"It wasn't supposed to end like this."
"It was unfair...!"
Eyes opened fast, seeing a shadow of great stature, grinning madly, holding a lifeless body in huge arms.
"WAIT! Give her back! She needs to stay!"
The shadow lifted a hand, still holding the body, and struck---
darkness... endless space... the moon, shinning in the distance.
+*+*+
Knocking on the door, Quistis listened for Arae, holding what appeared to be a sphere of some sort, glowing a soft red. "Are you okay in there? I need to give you Ifrit since we didn't go to the Cave... Arae? ... Arae?!" The blonde flipped the lock panel and punched in a code, the door opening automatically. She rushed in there, scanning the room. "Arae? Please, answer me!," she cried, looking into the bedroom. She saw the bathroom light on and Quistis flung the door opened. She gasped, pressing a hand to her mouth, blue eyes wide and scared. Time seemed to stay still between the two girls. Arae was floating in mid-air, dripping with water, her red hair plastered to her head and shoulders, eyes clamped shut, mouth moving as if talking with someone, but there was no sound coming out. Quistis felt her knees start to buckle. "What is this...?!," she whispered hoarsely, gripping the frame of the bathroom door. She heard footsteps behind her and then an intake of a sharp breath.
Twirling around, Quistis found Squall staring at the hovering girl, eyes narrowed, but also curious and a bit alarmed. "Quistis... the fuck is this?! Is she still alive?" Quistis shook her head, mumbling, "I don't know... I'm scared to touch her." Squall strode past her, reaching for Arae's limp wrist. Upon contact, Arae's green eyes opened in a flash, glowing brilliantly. She drew in a shuddering gasp and started screaming, tears coursing down her pale cheeks. "Why?!! WHAT DID I DO?!," she wailed, falling instantly into Squall's arms, not noticing her nakedness. The boy froze, feeling the body against him. He felt his heart skip a beat and a voice shouting in his head, 'HELP HER, IDIOT! You will not have anyone suffer again!' Nodding to himself inwardly, he spoke. "Quistis, find her some clothes... take her to Kadowaki. Please," he asked in a low voice, head bent. The blonde nodded, rushing out of the room to grab Arae something to wear. Squall stood there, holding the screaming and crying girl as if she didn't weigh anything. "I didn't do anything... give it back to her...!," she moaned, eyes still open and glassy, the fiery green still burning. Squall didn't know exactly what to do. He was never close to anyone, never receiving human contact like this before.
"Give her to me, Squall."
He did so, the screaming still going on. He knew people where awake now, wondering what was going on. 'Take charge, Leonhart. Quit standing there like a pansy,' came the voice again. Squall shook his head and then walked out, peering into the dark hallway. Apparently... no one heard the screaming... it was deathly still and quiet in the Dorm area. "Come on, Quistis," he barked and started on, a frightened former instructor hurriedly following him carrying a sick girl still wailing about how something was unfair and was asking for someone to come back, disappearing into the dark Garden.
Whoa... intense, ne? Well, I had the advantage of writing this because I've been sick all day. So, there! What did ya'll think? Review please. Remember; my Chibi-Sephiroth will have justice if someone flames me. Reviews are niiiiiiiicccceee... so leave one! Pretty please?!!
~ Erica-chan
A Final Fantasy VIII fanfic
Chapter Two: Tough Basics
By: Erica-chan
Rating: R
Pairings: Squall/original character
Note: In no way do I HATE Rinoa; quite the opposite I LOVE her. So, there is no bashing of her within my story.
Disclaimer: Everyone from Final Fantasy belongs to SquareEnix; I own Arae. What do you all think about her? Hardcore or
what? Trust me on this one: this story is gonna get better. My Chibi-Sephiroth is waiting on my shoulder to attack flamers who
dare flame my story. He's so cute. :):):):):)
Enjoy!
~*~*~*~*~
There was a rapid knocking on Arae's door that same night. She rolled over on her bed to glance at the clock. 10:05 PM.
Who was that calling on her this late? Groaning, she sat up and shook her head, red hair spilling everywhere. She stood and
opened the door to find Quistis and Zell standing there. "Time for training," Quistis announced brightly. Arae stared at her and
looked at Zell, who jumped a bit and started fidgeting. "Now? Do you know how late it is and you're just now telling me it's
training time?" The blonde nodded and turned sharply on her heels. "You have five minutes to get ready. Hurry."
Arae closed her door and sighed, rubbing her temples. Already a headache was coming on. Normally, she didn't have them
but frequently she did for the past week. She pulled on a red t-shirt, black pants, her boots and swept her hair up in a clip,
loose hair falling in her face.
Junctioning Shiva and her Magic, the girl picked up her old katana, her ivory-handled twin automatics, and slowly exited her room, a good distance behind Quistis and Zell. Their footsteps echoed loudly in the hallway and soon into the empty air of the Garden. "We have been given special permission by the Headmaster to train you so late because first thing tomorrow, you're going on a mission with us," Quistis rambled on. "I am? Why?" Zell turned to her. "Something the Headmaster sees in you. Dunno what... something I don't know. I stay away from crap like that," the fighter said nervously, his sky-blue eyes gentle. Arae felt her mouth twitch into a small smile. "That's smart... what's your name? I only heard it once from this afternoon," she mentioned casually. "It's Zell."
She inclined her head, acknowledging the name given to her. "Arae. Nice to meet you," she said softly and started snapping
her fingers, flames of fire flying from her tips. The combat fighter slowed down until he was walking with her. "How'd ya learn
to do that?" Arae shook her head. "I don't know... when I first found out, I was really scared... it was about two weeks ago, I
think. My mom freaked out and hid me in my room, away from people, away from the outside world basically," Arae
whispered, her eyes sombering, growing a dark green color. Zell noticed this and grew uneasy. "Rough time?"
"Just a little bit. My dad thought it was awesome. He was the one that taught me how to fight in the first place. Or course,
mom was against it, saying girl's shouldn't learn how to because it was un-lady like. I'm really stubborn so I went against her
wishes and trained secretly with this guy I met at a bar." Zell cocked an eyebrow. "And how old are you again?," he asked
faintly. "Eighteen. I know the people who work there and they let me in all the time," Arae smirked, turning a corner way to the
main entrance of the Training Center. "He was a really arrogant bitch, thought he knew his shit, if you get what I'm saying.
Anyway, after convincing him that I was a worthy enough to train, we did lessons until he disappeared. The guys at the bar
said he went to Timber, or something like that. He kept mentioning a broadcast... and that there was a chicken wuss there with
a queer commander and a squawking airhead dressed in yellow..." Zell balled his fists tight and gritted his teeth. "Tch!!! That
bastard!"
"You know who it is?"
"Yeah... we all know him-"
"Ahem." Quistis had abruptly stopped before the gates of the center, the fumes of humid and hot air wrapping around Arae's
ankles. "This is were we test your skills and re-teach you everything you THOUGHT you knew, understand?," the woman
questioned, a bit of harshness ringing in her voice. Arae shrugged and looked around. It was jungle-type, the rustling of bushes
and trees giving off the hint that there were many things hiding within the greenery. "What is the weapon you are equipped
with?" Arae lifted up her sword and a gun. "These."
Quistis shook her golden head and Zell smiled sympathetically. "You can only have one. Choose one, please?" The redhead scowled and chose her katana, giving the pistols to Zell. "Do you have any Magic?," Quistis inquired, raising her eyebrows slightly. "Yes. 100 Curagas, 100 Blizzagas, 50 Dispels, 50 Firagras, and some Blind. Oh, yeah. 50 Holy and 50 Auras so I can do my Limit Break, Cherry Blossom Dance." Zell felt a laugh rise in his throat. "Cherry Blossom DANCE?!," he choked out, holding a hand over his mouth. Arae glared at him. "Yes. It's very lethal, so WATCH it...," she growled and pushed past the two blondes, the doors opening. "Wait!!! You're not to do this without us!," Quistis cried out, chasing after her.
The air was thick and heavy inside, no sunlight, only electrical lamp posts. Arae felt herself gag some, sweat already starting on
her forehead. "Fuck... this is super...," she muttered, walking ahead the pathway. She saw a Draw point and started rushing
there. 'So far, so good... I can do this myself! No problem.' After Drawing the Blizzard, shivering from the icy-cold Magic,
something brushed past her leg. Jumping and taking stance, the redhead swung the katana out of its sheath, eyes focused and
ears sharp. A cackling issued on her left, two Grats appearing, their long weedy arms swaying in the air. Smirking, Arae
snapped her fingers, creating a Firaga spell and blew it on them, knocking the two out. A third one ambushed her, clicking its
fangs in fury of her killing of its friends. "You're a fighter," she said to the remaining one. The Grat clicked noisily at her,
swinging its arms up and bringing them down upon her. She staggered, reeling from the pain. "Ouch!" It hit her again, and
again, knocking out a great deal of her health points with Bio. "I don't have any antidotes or remedies! The hell?!!," Arae
shrieked, wiping the blood from her eyes, holding her head as the toxic ran through her system. The Grat chuckled rather evilly
and raced towards her, fangs open, ready to perform its Vampire Bite... Arae closed her eyes tightly, regret filling her.
'I couldn't even stand up to one Grat... how disappointing...'
BANG!
The Grat shook from the blast, looking around everywhere. Suddenly, Arae felt the Bio lift from her, hair whipping around her
blood-streaked face, gasping heavily. "What the-" She glanced up quickly, seeing a large blade over her shoulder. "That's a
gunblade... Lionheart...," she whispered, eyes large. Traveling up the handle, she recognized the stormy eyes and frowning
face. "YOU!" He flew past her, attacking the Grat, stepped back, and performed Thundara on the monster, killing it instantly.
Arae felt the air out of her lungs whoosh out, her pride wounded greatly. Picking herself up, the girl brushed off the dirt, blood,
and remains of a Remedy. "... I almost had it..."
"In five seconds you would've been dead. No one would have known because you came in here by yourself and left Quistis
and Zell behind."
Arae gaped at the tall boy, who had his back to her. "Listen, I was doing just fine! I was going to perform my Limit Break and
you stepped in UNANNOUNCED! Keep your 'helpfulness' to yourself," she snapped, snatching up her katana. "Don't speak
to your commander like that," he growled, the stormy eyes crackling with energy. "You? A Commander? THAT'S funny...
you're like, what, seventeen?!," Arae snickered, walking away from him. Then, out of nowhere, she was pulled back against a
broad chest, the Lionheart balanced against her throat, her right arm caught by her stomach in a hurtful grip. "Yes... I am a
Commander. Yours, again, so I would appreciate the no-talking back," he grounded out next to her ear, his breath hot against
the outer lobe. Trembling inwardly, Arae nodded, her eyes focused on the Lionheart that was before her. "Yes... sir..." He let
her go, falling down to her knees, all of a sudden weak.
"Squall!!! Is she okay?!!"
Lifting his eyes and brushing back the loose brown hair from them, Squall Leonhart shrugged, tossing his blade over his
leather-covered shoulder. "I guess so... pretty shook up though." Arae wasn't paying any attention around her. She was staring at a bush, her hart pounding. 'He was right about him... he is an iceberg... cold, unmoving, and cruel... Seifer was right.'
***
Training went on until 1:00 AM, Arae dirty, bruised, and bitter. Working with Quistis was a bitch. 'Perfection must've been her goal when she was little or something,' the redhead thought to herself, dragging her feet to her room. "I need a bath badly," she moaned, rubbing her shoulder, unlocking her door. Upon entering, she tossed aside her new brand of katana called Katrina- named after a horrible hurricane storm from the past that divested a state and killed thousands, among thousands. It was a bit longer that it was supposed to be, the tip curved more violently. Stripping off her clothes, Arae walked into the bathroom, turning on the hot water. She stood in front of the long body mirror, staring at her scratches she received tonight. "Hmm... probably nothing that a Elixir can't fix." What was worrying her most was the strange two marks showing faintly on her back. Arae turned around, still looking at her shoulder blades. "They looks like two burnt marks of something... it's not formed. What the hell is it?!," she hissed to herself, growing frustrated.
She slipped into the tub, sighing happily at the touch of hot water. She leaned against the back, washing her hair. Soon, the water turned a murky sepia color from the dirt and blood. She drained the water and re-started another bath to soak in. "Why does have something against me?," she pondered to herself, running a hand though the water, watching it ripple. She was referring to Squall. She felt goose bumps rise on her body as she remembered his boundless blue-gray eyes. They were intense, but almost dead-looking. She closed her eyes, drifting into a small sleep...
+*+*+
"Who was crying?"
"... hm?"
"Why is it so bright? I can't feel anything."
"It's hot now... way hot!
"The crying- why won't it stop?!!"
Something pulled... stabbing furiously inside the body.
"It wasn't supposed to end like this."
"It was unfair...!"
Eyes opened fast, seeing a shadow of great stature, grinning madly, holding a lifeless body in huge arms.
"WAIT! Give her back! She needs to stay!"
The shadow lifted a hand, still holding the body, and struck---
darkness... endless space... the moon, shinning in the distance.
+*+*+
Knocking on the door, Quistis listened for Arae, holding what appeared to be a sphere of some sort, glowing a soft red. "Are you okay in there? I need to give you Ifrit since we didn't go to the Cave... Arae? ... Arae?!" The blonde flipped the lock panel and punched in a code, the door opening automatically. She rushed in there, scanning the room. "Arae? Please, answer me!," she cried, looking into the bedroom. She saw the bathroom light on and Quistis flung the door opened. She gasped, pressing a hand to her mouth, blue eyes wide and scared. Time seemed to stay still between the two girls. Arae was floating in mid-air, dripping with water, her red hair plastered to her head and shoulders, eyes clamped shut, mouth moving as if talking with someone, but there was no sound coming out. Quistis felt her knees start to buckle. "What is this...?!," she whispered hoarsely, gripping the frame of the bathroom door. She heard footsteps behind her and then an intake of a sharp breath.
Twirling around, Quistis found Squall staring at the hovering girl, eyes narrowed, but also curious and a bit alarmed. "Quistis... the fuck is this?! Is she still alive?" Quistis shook her head, mumbling, "I don't know... I'm scared to touch her." Squall strode past her, reaching for Arae's limp wrist. Upon contact, Arae's green eyes opened in a flash, glowing brilliantly. She drew in a shuddering gasp and started screaming, tears coursing down her pale cheeks. "Why?!! WHAT DID I DO?!," she wailed, falling instantly into Squall's arms, not noticing her nakedness. The boy froze, feeling the body against him. He felt his heart skip a beat and a voice shouting in his head, 'HELP HER, IDIOT! You will not have anyone suffer again!' Nodding to himself inwardly, he spoke. "Quistis, find her some clothes... take her to Kadowaki. Please," he asked in a low voice, head bent. The blonde nodded, rushing out of the room to grab Arae something to wear. Squall stood there, holding the screaming and crying girl as if she didn't weigh anything. "I didn't do anything... give it back to her...!," she moaned, eyes still open and glassy, the fiery green still burning. Squall didn't know exactly what to do. He was never close to anyone, never receiving human contact like this before.
"Give her to me, Squall."
He did so, the screaming still going on. He knew people where awake now, wondering what was going on. 'Take charge, Leonhart. Quit standing there like a pansy,' came the voice again. Squall shook his head and then walked out, peering into the dark hallway. Apparently... no one heard the screaming... it was deathly still and quiet in the Dorm area. "Come on, Quistis," he barked and started on, a frightened former instructor hurriedly following him carrying a sick girl still wailing about how something was unfair and was asking for someone to come back, disappearing into the dark Garden.
Whoa... intense, ne? Well, I had the advantage of writing this because I've been sick all day. So, there! What did ya'll think? Review please. Remember; my Chibi-Sephiroth will have justice if someone flames me. Reviews are niiiiiiiicccceee... so leave one! Pretty please?!!
~ Erica-chan