Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ time off ❯ dejavu? ( Chapter 1 )
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By: jros 
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Romance / Martial Arts / Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.20.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 235 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Romance / Martial Arts / Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.20.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 235 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 1
Rinoa woke up the next morning groggy but relaxed. Contrary to popular belief that the prince was an absolute animal in bed, squall was always a very gentle lover. Their first time he eased himself in with the most delicate surgical precision. That slow but steady approach led to a series of tumultuous waves of orgasm that animalistic attack could never reach. She slept for a long time after, a wide smile never leaving her face. Today was no different, however when she woke up he wasn’t there, he stayed a majority of the time, but sometimes he left to “give her space”.
A strange feeling set in. even if he didn’t stay, he always left her some way to find him. But this time, she found nothing that would even indicate he had been there at all. She slid out of bed and put on a robe she had in their closet. As she tied the sash an odd rustling caused her to whip around, ultima spell at the ready. Only empty silence stood. No monsters, no enemies, nothing at all…
‘You’re losing it’, she thought. As she bent over to retrieve a pair of slippers two spindly arms reached out from the closet behind her. They crept along the floor and raised to attack, they would’ve succeeded had a shot not rung out killing the creature in the closet.
Rinoa ducked and turned in the direction of the shot. Irvine had entered and killed something he couldn’t see in a matter of a split second, ‘no wonder he’s a SeeD’, Rinoa thought. His face usually the epitome of joviality, was deathly serious, further outlined by a trail of part dry, part fresh blood descending from his temple. He was breathing heavy and fell to one knee clutching his left side, which like his face was bleeding. He dropped his gun as he did so, its loud “thud” audible down the hallway.
“CURAGA!” Rinoa shouted. Then her hands created a blue aura that surrounded the cowboy. And as the healing power of curaga enveloped him, Irvine couldn’t prevent the long groan he made as he felt life flowing back into him. He fell to both of his knees sucking in air. Rinoa ran over to him and held him close to her.
“What happened?” She asked him.
“Somebody let out the monsters again….. like what happened with NORG.”
“Do you know who?”
“We don’t know who they are exactly….. but they call themselves…. ‘NOX’. It’s tagged all over the training area.”
“Where’s everybody else?” she asked sharply, a hint of fear in her voice.
“The SABERS are holding the quad the infirmary and the dorms. Squall and I managed to secure the, library and the training center. Zell alone is guarding the dorms, garage, and cafeteria.”
He managed to stand up and pick up his gun.
But he still needed to lean against the wall.
“I don’t know where Quistis and Seifer are. Selphie and Xu are with the children on the second floor. We’re trying to radio the Ragnorok to fly in and pick up the kids from either the quad or if we cant move them, from the classroom itself. But I don’t think it’s going to work, the powers out. Those punks cut it somehow. We can’t make announcements or organize our efforts, so unless all the SeeD get together, Garden is doomed. I came to get you because I thought you might’ve needed help.”
He nodded toward the plant like monster he killed upon entering the room. “Looks like I was right.” She turned around and was caught in the throes of terror. She had forgotten all about it, and did all she could to hold back a scream. Its corpse was sprawled out across her floor, tentacle like vines withering. Its beady eyes, though very dead still managed to stare at her and bulged out of its head. Its gaping maw only emphasized its insect like appearance. The wound Irvine had inflicted was quite severe, seeing as half the monsters torso was missing, forming a sideways moon shape. Purplish-blue muck oozed from the hole in its body. Rinoa shuddered and looked away.
“Where are we now, Irvine?” Rinoa asked, inching away from the fetid corpse.
“We pulled out of FH about 2 hours ago.” Deep breath.
“So we’re stranded?” She asked, very concerned.
“Yea pretty much. I don’t have any idea how we’re gonna fix this mess.”
“If the garden has no power, how come we haven’t sunk?”
“This thing’s like an ocean liner, no way it could sink on its own, and the propellers are run on an independent circuit.”
“Uh-huh” she said half listening. Her thoughts never leaving Squall,
‘Where’s Squall!? Is he ok?’
She suddenly had an idea that needed voicing. Grabbing Irvine’s hand she asked,
“Irvine, how bad is it out there?”
“It’s hell. Nothing else comes close.”
“Well then, lets go.”
“Not like that.” Irvine stated, pointing out her less than battle ready attire, “I’ll step out…”
“No no, stay just don’t leer please.”
“Scouts honor” the cowboy smiled his smile and saluted.
As she got dressed, Irvine turned and aimed his rifle at the door. Nothing attacked and when she was done. Irvine was amazed. She ditched her blue duster for a black leather jacket, leather pants, leather boots, and a menagerie of belts. She cocked her angel star, pointed at the door and quietly mouthed, ‘lets go.’
The dorm’s door slid open and Irvine went first. He blasted a Grendel that tried to leap out at him. He then broke into a run down the hallway, Rinoa quickly followed. The two mowed their way to the main corridor. Upon their arrival a T-rexaur came stomping through the hall. A flurry of ear splitting roars caused the SeeDs to buckle. As the ancient beast prepared to strike, a series of pounding sounds began to echo, and the dino’s head jerked violently every time. After one particularly nasty hit it apparently had enough and tried to run away. But as it turned to flee, a ball of flame rocketed towards the dino and hit it so hard it did a back flip. When the t-rexaur landed it did so with such a thud the garden bobbed in the ocean.
“BOOYA!” a voiced boomed seemingly everywhere.
“Zell! Where are you?” they asked in unison.
“Right here guys.” His voice was close, and they both jumped when they felt his hands on their shoulders. As they turned they were met by Zell’s spastic smile. He laughed uproariously and slapped his knee.
“I’m so glad you’re ok!” Zell shouted, hugging Rinoa.
Rinoa woke up the next morning groggy but relaxed. Contrary to popular belief that the prince was an absolute animal in bed, squall was always a very gentle lover. Their first time he eased himself in with the most delicate surgical precision. That slow but steady approach led to a series of tumultuous waves of orgasm that animalistic attack could never reach. She slept for a long time after, a wide smile never leaving her face. Today was no different, however when she woke up he wasn’t there, he stayed a majority of the time, but sometimes he left to “give her space”.
A strange feeling set in. even if he didn’t stay, he always left her some way to find him. But this time, she found nothing that would even indicate he had been there at all. She slid out of bed and put on a robe she had in their closet. As she tied the sash an odd rustling caused her to whip around, ultima spell at the ready. Only empty silence stood. No monsters, no enemies, nothing at all…
‘You’re losing it’, she thought. As she bent over to retrieve a pair of slippers two spindly arms reached out from the closet behind her. They crept along the floor and raised to attack, they would’ve succeeded had a shot not rung out killing the creature in the closet.
Rinoa ducked and turned in the direction of the shot. Irvine had entered and killed something he couldn’t see in a matter of a split second, ‘no wonder he’s a SeeD’, Rinoa thought. His face usually the epitome of joviality, was deathly serious, further outlined by a trail of part dry, part fresh blood descending from his temple. He was breathing heavy and fell to one knee clutching his left side, which like his face was bleeding. He dropped his gun as he did so, its loud “thud” audible down the hallway.
“CURAGA!” Rinoa shouted. Then her hands created a blue aura that surrounded the cowboy. And as the healing power of curaga enveloped him, Irvine couldn’t prevent the long groan he made as he felt life flowing back into him. He fell to both of his knees sucking in air. Rinoa ran over to him and held him close to her.
“What happened?” She asked him.
“Somebody let out the monsters again….. like what happened with NORG.”
“Do you know who?”
“We don’t know who they are exactly….. but they call themselves…. ‘NOX’. It’s tagged all over the training area.”
“Where’s everybody else?” she asked sharply, a hint of fear in her voice.
“The SABERS are holding the quad the infirmary and the dorms. Squall and I managed to secure the, library and the training center. Zell alone is guarding the dorms, garage, and cafeteria.”
He managed to stand up and pick up his gun.
But he still needed to lean against the wall.
“I don’t know where Quistis and Seifer are. Selphie and Xu are with the children on the second floor. We’re trying to radio the Ragnorok to fly in and pick up the kids from either the quad or if we cant move them, from the classroom itself. But I don’t think it’s going to work, the powers out. Those punks cut it somehow. We can’t make announcements or organize our efforts, so unless all the SeeD get together, Garden is doomed. I came to get you because I thought you might’ve needed help.”
He nodded toward the plant like monster he killed upon entering the room. “Looks like I was right.” She turned around and was caught in the throes of terror. She had forgotten all about it, and did all she could to hold back a scream. Its corpse was sprawled out across her floor, tentacle like vines withering. Its beady eyes, though very dead still managed to stare at her and bulged out of its head. Its gaping maw only emphasized its insect like appearance. The wound Irvine had inflicted was quite severe, seeing as half the monsters torso was missing, forming a sideways moon shape. Purplish-blue muck oozed from the hole in its body. Rinoa shuddered and looked away.
“Where are we now, Irvine?” Rinoa asked, inching away from the fetid corpse.
“We pulled out of FH about 2 hours ago.” Deep breath.
“So we’re stranded?” She asked, very concerned.
“Yea pretty much. I don’t have any idea how we’re gonna fix this mess.”
“If the garden has no power, how come we haven’t sunk?”
“This thing’s like an ocean liner, no way it could sink on its own, and the propellers are run on an independent circuit.”
“Uh-huh” she said half listening. Her thoughts never leaving Squall,
‘Where’s Squall!? Is he ok?’
She suddenly had an idea that needed voicing. Grabbing Irvine’s hand she asked,
“Irvine, how bad is it out there?”
“It’s hell. Nothing else comes close.”
“Well then, lets go.”
“Not like that.” Irvine stated, pointing out her less than battle ready attire, “I’ll step out…”
“No no, stay just don’t leer please.”
“Scouts honor” the cowboy smiled his smile and saluted.
As she got dressed, Irvine turned and aimed his rifle at the door. Nothing attacked and when she was done. Irvine was amazed. She ditched her blue duster for a black leather jacket, leather pants, leather boots, and a menagerie of belts. She cocked her angel star, pointed at the door and quietly mouthed, ‘lets go.’
The dorm’s door slid open and Irvine went first. He blasted a Grendel that tried to leap out at him. He then broke into a run down the hallway, Rinoa quickly followed. The two mowed their way to the main corridor. Upon their arrival a T-rexaur came stomping through the hall. A flurry of ear splitting roars caused the SeeDs to buckle. As the ancient beast prepared to strike, a series of pounding sounds began to echo, and the dino’s head jerked violently every time. After one particularly nasty hit it apparently had enough and tried to run away. But as it turned to flee, a ball of flame rocketed towards the dino and hit it so hard it did a back flip. When the t-rexaur landed it did so with such a thud the garden bobbed in the ocean.
“BOOYA!” a voiced boomed seemingly everywhere.
“Zell! Where are you?” they asked in unison.
“Right here guys.” His voice was close, and they both jumped when they felt his hands on their shoulders. As they turned they were met by Zell’s spastic smile. He laughed uproariously and slapped his knee.
“I’m so glad you’re ok!” Zell shouted, hugging Rinoa.