Contributing Author - the lovely Christina (firstname.lastname@example.org)
- hehehe she's responsible for most of the good parts in the
story. Without her, reading this story would suck. lol. So sent
her a letter of thanks, please.
Btw, if you don't like anything in this story, please send
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Topic - Final Fantasy VIII
Note on some of the notation: **---** when you two stars surrounding
a phrase it usually means a direct quote from something which
some said earlier. Usually, it's someone remembering something
someone else said. I try to italicize it too but sometimes the
italics don't show up and I don't want you to get confused so
I did the star thing too. Sorry.
Introduction: This is a long epic story that takes place at
the end of Final Fantasy VIII. Pretty much it's me trying to
change all the things I didn't like about FF8, I mean how come
at the end of disk 2 one second Squall was like screw Rinoa
let her fall of a cliff and then suddenly he was like no wait,
I want to screw Rinoa, now that she is in a coma and all. Lol.
No no, didn't like that at all. So pretty much this is my take
on FF8. There are a few original characters, I'm sorry, I know
how original characters suck. Anyway, Alexandra, Drew, and Clay
Stripe are all the lousy products of my imagination. If you
want to give me the honor of letting you use them in your fic
or something, go ahead taken them! Just like include a little
note at the end of your fic saying, yeah I first met this character
in Kate Wang's the Orphan or something.
Most of the characters in this story belong to SquareSoft,
please don't sue me, I'm a poor college student. The song which
Alexandra sings is a french folk song called Mama's Lullaby
written by Grace Hall, adapted by Terry Kluytman, copywrited
by Terry Kluytman.
Please send me mail. Any kind of mail, story related, no pornography
please. Okie then, have fun reading the story. I hope it will
bring you back into the world of ff8 for a little while and
continue the fantasy even if it is just for 27 chapters. So
until the end note, adieu.
The sky had cleared over Ultimecia's castle. Sunlight had now
resided in the fallen tower where the great battle had been
fought. The echoing sound of bricks falling were the only sounds
that disturbed the silence. Not even the mighty elnoyle dared
to disturb the sacred graveyard of a great witch.
Yet today someone did dare. The being bravely walked the stone
bridge connecting the clock tower and the forsaken tower where
so many tonberries had once infested. They were gone now, dispersed
throughout the castle. A small hand with long fragile fingers
pushed open the massive crumbling door. The thin emaciated girl
hopped gingerly over the rubble that littered the ground.
"Fairies, lambs, and butterflies," She sang under her breath,
bending over to pick up the stuffed mog which had fallen from
her grip. She brushed the dust off its white cotton head and
continued moving forward dogging the precariously balanced beams.
"Sleepy clouds in summer skies." She whispered, sweeping cobwebs
from her hair. Her voiced disappeared into the air but the patting
sound of her slippers scratching the stone floor vibrated through
the circular room.
"Sleep all night, in my sight, though you're off in dreamland."
She continued, her tiny voice growing fainter as she neared
the center. A beam crashed down in the back but she continued,
"Then, tomorrow, with the sun," She muttered under her breath
as she stepped into the sun. The bright rays of morning fondly
explored the crevasses and creases of her long red hair as she
lowered her oval face to shield her eyes from the sun. She was
not used to being in the sun, it burned her eyes. She raised
a hand to form a visor over her large dark eyes. The sun wasn't
as pleasant as the all the songs made it sound.
She collapsed in front of the throne with her head resting
against the seat.
"Back to mama, little one."
Chapter 1 - Inherit the Wind
Laguna Loire walked down the dirt path behind Winhill for the
umpteenth time. Yet even the sight of the worn beaten path did
not mollify the stone burden that weighed down his heart. Raine
Loire, neglected, lonely Raine whom he had left to die alone.
Raine who he had loved the most second to none, not even Julia
Heartilly. But today was no ordinary visit to Raine, today he
was bringing someone special, a young man who's life he had
intercepted too late.
Laguna turned to his side and nodded to his companion.
"It's just beyond that hill." Laguna offered helpfully.
The young man nodded and did not reply. His perpetual frown
had been replaced by a look curiosity which had dominated his
face since his return from his last mission. It was a new look
that he was uncomfortable with but sported anyway. These were
changing times after all. He had grown rapidly the past few
days yet he found it hard to break out of the old habit of keeping
to himself. The longest period of time spend with his friends
were too short to them. Today he had come here with his father,
Laguna to visit his deceased mother, one whom he had seen only
through Laguna's eyes in the dreamlike states Ellone had put
him under. Although he did not attach any special meaning or
importance to visiting a tombstone, it appeared that people
usually did. He had agreed simply to placate Laguna. That was
the way he had gone through most of his life, going through
the actions and rituals that were so important to others. It
was horribly tiresome. There was going to be no special resolution
in visiting a stone with marked her grave, why couldn't he see
Squall realized then that he was thinking too much again, as
Rinoa would point out. It was like a terrible addiction he was
trying to kick.
"There it is." Laguna whispered with a touch of sadness as
he approached the lone grave amid the tall grass. It was an
elegant slab of rock with the words Raine Loire inscribed in
"So we are going to have our talk now?" Squall asked, referring
to the comment Laguna made back in the Ragnarok, before they
infiltrated Lunatic Pandora and destroyed the infamous Adel.
Laguna sighed and looked at young man whose face had once more
returned to its natural frown. "Well, I suppose that you've
figured out by now that me and Raine are your parents. That
you were sent to an orphanage with Ellone while I remained in
Esthar because of my own selfish desire as well as practical
necessity." Laguna scratched the back of his head. "You don't
know how happy it makes me to see you and Rinoa together. Julia
Heartilly was my first love and even when I married your mother,
I never really stopped thinking about Julia."
"I didn't come to listen to you talk about your affairs, Laguna."
Squall replied in his usual monotone voice.
"Then what did you come to hear? For Christ's sake, I have
nothing earth shattering for you to hear, if that's what you
cam for. I'm taking Ellone back to Esthar with me, you know
that. What is there that I can tell you?"
The young man paused, as if a bit taken back by the other man's
response. Finally he did respond.
"Is Rinoa safe? Does Odine know if she is still susceptible
to possession? Because, I want her to be... to be... safe."
Laguna hit his forehead in exaggerated gesture.
"Squall, son, if I knew this was the type of long talk you
wanted to have I wouldn't have brought you here." Laguna, laughed
quietly, under his breath. "We'll sit down and have a talk about
"Whatever." Squall replied, not giving to his father's pitiful
attempt at humor.
"Are we done here? I have some SeeD duties to attend to."
"A regular SeeD workaholic, I see." Laguna replied giving him
a sarcastic smile. However, as Squall turned to leave, Laguna
grabbed him by arm. "Wait, before you go, I have something I
want to tell you, it's a bit corny but I want you to know that
love goes on, even when the form does not. Julia is dead and
gone but I see my love for her whenever you are with Rinoa.
I wanted you to know that and... that I hope we can have another
talk soon. A longer one than this."
Squall nodded absently and walked away, down the path, toward
* * *
Rinoa Heartilly frowned deeply as she watched Zell and Irvine
place their cards one by one on the Triple Triad Squares.
"You cheated!" Zell yelled at a smiling Irvine. "Yo, how is
it possible that you have three face cards in your hand when
we are going random?"
"Calm down Zell," Selphie said, in her usual cheery mood, sitting
nearly with her legs folded under her. "We're not playing for
real, just going through the actions to teach Rinoa a few things.
She wants to be a worthy opponent for Squall remember? He's
defeated the entire CC club I heard."
"The whole CC club?" Asked Irvine, sheepishly, as he reluctantly
handed Zell back the Bahamut card which he had taken a few seconds
ago. "I guess Squall has a few skills up his sleeve other than
his ability to throw around that gunblade of his."
Rinoa shrugged. "He's pretty quick up here." She said tapping
her temple. "I, on the other hand, am just the opposite. I still
don't understand the plus rule, can you show it to me again?"
"Sure." Zell said eagerly, as he began to shuffle the cards.
"When I am about to do a plus against Irvine, I'll call you
right over Rinoa."
"That will take forever!" Selphie complained.
"No, it won't." Zell said with wink. "Watch my master skills."
"Yeah right Chicken wuss," Irvine muttered under his breath,
"What?? Did you call me?" Zell inquired angrily.
"Let's get out of here before the furniture become airborne,"
Selphie said as she pulled Rinoa out of the dorm. The two girls
were walking down the hallway, toward the entrance as Rinoa
"How is the second garden festival coming Selphie?"
"Not good. I need more volunteers. You would think that since
the whole sorceress thing blew over, there would be more people
willing to show some garden spirit."
Rinoa giggled "I'll be glad to help, even though I'm not officially
part of garden. It looks like I'll be here for a while parasitizing
off of the privileges of your leader. My father always told
me to marry rich." She joked.
Both girls laughed as they crossed the doorway exiting the
"I hope that doesn't mean that you are planning to marry me."
A voice said in back of them.
Rinoa's heart jumped to her throat as she turned around and
spotted a dark figure standing there behind them. He was holding
his gunblade like a cane, with the tip making contact with the
"Squall." She whispered, as she flowed toward him. The sight
of him never ceased to shock her in magnificence and elegance.
She wandered closer to him and a spontaneous smile began to
spread across her face. Mine, she thought, that beautiful figure
of a man was all mine... for now.
"I don't marry sorceresses," he replied "it doesn't bold well
for my SeeD career."
She laughed and hugged him.
"Well, that's just too bad Squall. I guess you'll have to take
up a job as a choco boy or something. That little brat makes
plenty of Gil."
Their conversation was abruptly cut short when Quistis walked
up to the trio. She was dressed in her casual clothing, unlike
the rest, however, Quistis seldom acted casual and today was
"Squall," She began "I have news for you Seifer, has resurfaced.
He's been seen at a local bar at Fisherman's Horizon with Raijin
"Leave him alone." Squall replied, without hesitation. "As
long as he's not causing trouble for us there is no cause for
us to go after him."
"Yes, that is that I said as well, however, it happens that
him and his group were last seen buying supplies for a long
journey and heading in the direction of the current location
of Lunatic Pandora. One of our spies even overheard Raijin asking
a store manager is he carried detailed maps of the land south
east of the great salt lakes. What do you make of this, Squall?
Do you think that there is a chance Ultimecia is alive and that
she is summoning him somehow?"
"No, that's impossible. I saw her pass on her powers with my
own eyes. There is something else behind this."
"Maybe he's not heading for Lunatic Pandora at all." Selphie
offered. "Maybe they are going shopping in Esthar. There are
some great shopping malls there and Seifer did look like he
needed a new trench coat."
Quistis frowned and Squall shook his head.
"I don't believe that Seifer would turn on us again." Rinoa
said quietly from her place behind Squall. "He learned his lesson
from Ultimecia. Anyway, Raijin and Fujin would never go through
that mess another time. No, I don't believe it's possible. Just
let them be."
"He learned his lesson from Ultimecia not to be manipulated
by witches anymore but that does not rule out the possibility
that he will turn on us." Qusitis added. "Seifer can't live
without power, he said so himself that he always needed to be
doing something "important." Raijin and Fujin can't be trusted
to think for themselves. We need to do something, Squall."
Squall shook his head, not entirely sure which way to turn.
"I agree with Quistis that Seifer needs supervision. He is
a dangerous warrior with skills that are equal to that of my
own. However, I cannot go on this mission. I have duties here.
Quistis, take Irvine and Selphie with you and go after Seifer.
Make sure that he is really harmless and then we can forget
Quistis nodded "you are getting good at this leader thing,
Squall. You are even faster learner then I thought." She smiled
and walked away with Selphie to gather Irvine.
Rinoa watched them leave with a feeling of foreboding in her
chest. She suddenly wanted to tell them not to go. She closed
her eyes and felt a strange sensation in her head. She leaned
weakly against Squall, who mistaken it for a gesture of affection.
Chapter 2 - Destinations
Seifer Almasy never did like walking and the long journey across
the abandoned railroad to Esthar wasn't doing much to change
that. He had always preferred to run, all the faster to get
to his goal. Walking was for weak and idle, the filling of the
mindless crowd who were put into existence to cheer on those
like himself. Those, that did important things, things that
changed the world and would be remembered for ages to come.
He would live forever in those actions and there will never
be a time when his name was not uttered in respect and admiration.
"Can we take a break?" Raijin complained. "I'm tired, ya know.
Been walking for hours."
Seifer frowned and glanced at Fujin who was showing signs of
weariness as well. Raijin and Fujin were his posse, they had
stuck by his side through his temporary insanity, bringing him
back to his senses with their wisely planned desertion. Yet
he just wished that it wasn't in front of Squall, his archrival,
who he never liked to show weakness in front of.
"Alright, just for a little while, though. We need got there
Raijin eagerly collapsed on the ground near the railing while
Fujin slowly found herself a clean spot to rest upon. Seifer
looking east in the direction of Esthar and felt all the more
impatient. Something was waiting for him there, something dreadfully
"What's in Esthar anyway?" Raijin asked. "You're not going
to go fruity on us again are you Seifer, ya know?"
"Quiet." Fujin snapped and glared at Raijin.
"I'm not going there to find momentos of my possession, if
that's what you mean Raijin." Seifer stated sarcastically. "I'm
sorry that we can't stay in FH forever and let you play footsie
with your hoe."
"Eliza is not my hoe!!" Raijin yelled with more loudness then
Seifer smirked wickedly in that fashion which he was always
so inclined to. Inside he admitted that Raijin's questions was
legitimate. Why was he going to the eastern continent? The dreams
of Ultimecia kept him awake at night. She possessed him with
magic and mind games, twisting his dreams and making him a monster.
His experiences under her control left a bad aftertaste in his
mouth. He wanted to go to Esthar, to tear's point, to lunatic
Pandora to destroy the memories that created his daily nightmares.
Perhaps, just perhaps, he could see her influence gone from
those places and then maybe it would leave him as well. He wanted
to make new memories, memories in which he was in control of
himself, his own future his own being.
He kept his eyes on the horizon and leaned against his gunblade.
What type of future did he plan to make for himself anyway?
He wanted to do something important, to be in the center of
attention again. He just had to wait a little while, until the
world forgot that he was once the evil sorceress's knight. But
that would not be long. The mindless populace forgot quickly
and with his charm and charisma he would make them forget even
"Let's get going." He said and motioned to his two sidekicks.
He ignored the complains from Raijin and his threats of mutiny.
Soon he heard the quiet obedient footsteps behind him once more,
just the way it should be.
The dizziness came in waves and soon it was so strong that
she needed to lean against the wall for support. Rinoa closed
her eyes and waited for it to subside. She had told no one about
the sudden onslaught of headaches she was having lately. Her
head had always been fickle when she was little and she assumed
that the stress of fighting Ultimecia had simply aggravated
an existing condition. There was no need to make a big fuss
about. Go away, she willed the misty feeling in her head. As
soon as she was feeling slightly better she continued walking
down the pastel well lite hallway of the third floor of Balamb
garden, the floor which used to be headmaster Cid's office.
From around the corner she could hear muffled voices, one of
which she recognized to be Squall's. So he was here.
As she peeked around the corner, Nida caught her eye and waved.
Darn, she was caught. She had intended to listen a bit longer
but now Squall had turned around to see who Nida was gesturing
to. She walked out from her place behind the pillar and waved
to the group of SeeDs in the room, Quistis being noticeably
"I'm sorry," she said, avoiding Squall's eye. "I didn't realize
a meeting was in session. I'll be going now."
"No stay," Nida answered. "We were just adjourning, right commander
Rinoa couldn't help but giggle as she saw Squall scowl from
being called commander.
"Whatever," he answered in his usual trite fashion and gave
an indifferent wave of his gloved hand. "I won't be gone long.
Keep a look out, remember what the headmaster said about the
new Galbadian president."
With that he turned and walked out of the conference. Rinoa
followed him into the elevator hoping that he wasn't in one
of his moods.
"Are you going somewhere Squall?" She asked as the door closed
"Deling City to meet with the new Galbadian president." He
answered, pausing briefly. "He wants to meet with the leader
of SeeD," Squall added as the elevator doors opened to the first
"Can I come along?" Rinoa inquired. "I guess I should stop
by and let my father know that I am alright, despite the fact
that I can't stand him. The trip will be brief right?"
"Very brief." Squall answered.
Rinoa bent over giggling once again, understanding why all
of Squall's meetings were "brief."
"Did I say something funny?" He asked, slightly annoyed.
She clutched her stomach laughing as she stumbled after him
towards the front entrance. She waved her hand, for him to keep
walking as she struggled to stop giggling.
"It's nothing," she assured him as they boarded the Ragnarok
which Squall had finally learned to pilot. It was a fitting
method of transportation for the leader of SeeD and the son
of the Estharian president. Yet as they stepped onto the second
floor, Rinoa felt another wave of dizziness over take her. The
dizziness was really coming too often now and it only seemed
to be getting worse as the days went by. She felt his hand on
her shoulder as she placed her hand to her forehead and leaned
against a wall for support.
"Are you feeling ill?" He asked, annoyance rapidly changing
She waved her hand.
"I'm fine. I must have laughed too hard. Don't worry about
"But I do... worry... sometimes," he stated, quietly and a
Rinoa felt warm inside suddenly, seldom had anyone made her
feel that way since... her mother. She began to believe then
that dizziness had a bright side after all.
"Don't let your little lady distract you from your duties now
Mr. Commander." She said jokingly. "You better not keep the
He scowled again, and she forced a giggle. The dizziness isn't
so bad, she assured herself.
Chapter 3 - Love and War
Quistis Trepe had always wary of Seifer Almasy, her most capricious
and unruly student. However, only recently had she come to believe
that he was actually dangerous. He was always disillusioned
and hopelessly ambitious but his recent escapades with the sorceress
Ultimecia had proved that he was more than a simple troubled
teenager. Quistis' thin brown brows arched as she watched the
threesome creep out of Dr. Odine's laboratory. Raijin was rubbing
his shoulder as though he had recently been abused by Fujin.
Seifer was walking out front holding his gunblade in one hand.
"Do you think they stole something?" Selphie asked, squeezing
her hands in her lap.
Quistis shook her head.
"I wouldn't be surprised," she whispered.
"I say, let's attack 'em first and ask questions later." Irvine
"But Seifer isn't with the sorceress anymore, is he?" Selphie
"Hey sneaking into Odine's lab looks plenty suspicious to me.
There is some plenty powerful stuff in there, how do we know
they didn't take some ultra-Ultimecia-bringer-backer or something?
You think commander Squally would want to have to deal with
Quistis noticed both parties looking toward her for a decision.
They had been following Seifer for days now and there was no
clue as to what the party was up to. To confront them would
blow their cover, but Quistis knew that she and the others were
needed back at the garden. In addition she too was as curious
as Selphie as to Seifer's purpose.
"Alright, let's go." Quistis stated as she stepped out of the
car and stretched her legs. Somehow, she knew in the back of
her mind that this was a impulsive move, something completely
unlike herself, yet somehow it just seemed like it was long
She waved to Selphie and Irvine to follow her as she began
walking towards the trio. They lost the element of surprise
as Irvine boldly called out "hey you Seifer!" as they came within
Raijin jumped a foot off the ground as he heard Irvine, Fujin
merely widened her eye but Seifer presented them with his predictable
"What a pleasant surprise Instructor, I didn't realize you
would go to such lengths to look out for your favorite student,"
Seifer stated with his usual sarcasm.
"What were you doing in Odine's Laboratory, Seifer?" Quistis
"Yeah, what did you take, you little imp." Irvine added.
"Take? As in steal? I'm shocked. I was just visiting an old
"Enough with the games." Quistis snapped. "Do you want the
Esthar government to be informed of this Seifer? Do you want
an entire army after you? The objects in that lab are highly
classified, you won't get away with it. Confess now, and we
might consider letting you leave peacefully."
"Yeah, Seifer, you are nothing without the backing of the Galbadian
army. The Estharians will crush you like a bug," Irvine stated.
Seifer's face twisted in rage and he brought his gunblade up
to Irvine's throat in one flashing motion but Irvine was no
fool. He brought the trigger of his rifle up, pointing it at
Selphie was jumping nervously from foot to foot as the two
eyed each other.
"Quistis... " She whispered helplessly.
"Stop it. Stop! Both of you." Quistis snapped, once again taking
the role of the teacher.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Raijin and Fujin pulling
out their weapons ready for a fight.
Selphie, meanwhile, had her Strange Vision out as well. No
no no, it was terribly wrong. She had never intended for there
to be a fight, much less for Irvine to face off with Seifer.
Well, she secretly critiqued herself, what did you expect with
a hothead like Seifer, some people never change.
Quistis reluctantly pulled out her Save the Queen, trying to
keep an eye on both Raijin Fujin and Seifer at the same time.
However, much to her surprise, suddenly the expression on Seifer's
face changed as he withdrew his gunblade.
"I'm sorry, I don't fight women," he stated with a smirk as
he brushed his blond hair back. Irvine pushed forward but Quistis
caught him just in time.
"Let it go." She said. Selphie rushed to her side to take Irvine's
"This isn't the end of it." He assured Seifer, as he threw
the two women off.
Seifer and the others laughed and they retreated into their
rented car and drove away leaving a pile of swirling dust glowing
in the moonlight.
"That was a close one," Selphie stated.
Quistis shook her head breathing quickly as her heart slowly
began to calm.
Yet it skipped a beat once more as her cell phone suddenly
came to life.
She picked it up. "Hello?"
"Yes this is Nida, Quistis, listen, something terrible has
Squall waited in the front parlor of the Caraway mansion impatiently.
After leaving the Ragnarok they had been welcomed by a couple
of ambassadors of President William Deling, the former Deling's
younger brother. They were taken to a long conference in which
Deling had apologized for the actions of his brother in a long
verbose speech and swore never to form any alliances with any
sorceresses in the future. That of course was preposterous since
the only sorceress in existence was Rinoa who wasn't about to
seek world domination in the near future. Squall had never liked
politicians and being a dictator, Deling did not strike him
as a man he would choose to be friendly to. In the short duration
of his stay, Squall had already seen quite clearly that Deling
did not have the support of his people, even less so than the
former Deling. Galbadia was on the brink of revolution and it
was no wonder that Deling did want hostile feelings from SeeD.
As a act of good will, Deling had agreed to liberate Timber,
which had long been a thorn in the Deling family's side anyway.
There was supposed to be some sort of ball tonight, to celebrate
Deling's new reign of hope, as he termed it. Squall had brought
Rinoa to visit her father. On the doorstep to the mansion she
had reminded him of his promise not to leave her. He had simply
shook his head and muttered his usual "whatever." However, as
they stepped in the front door, they were informed that General
Caraway was not in. Rinoa's apprehension had immediately turned
to giddiness as she told him to wait in the parlor as she went
to retrieve something.
Squall looked up at the clock as the minutes ticked by. Somehow
he was not enjoying his new position as SeeD's commander, as
they called it. This was Cid's job, and it had been thrown upon
him without choice. On thing he had learned over the course
of the last few months was how important it was to question
everything. He would not let other people make his choices for
His train of thought was interrupted as the door swung open
and Rinoa peeped in.
"Hurry, let's go before he shows up."
Squall wearily got to his feet as he walked across the room,
"I thought you came here to talk to him."
"Umm... I'll talk to him later. Come on." She opened the door
all the way and quickly grabbed his hand. He finally saw what
she had gone to "retrieve." She was dressed in a deep blue gown
with a see through shroud around her shoulders. As she walked,
the material of the gown glittered as she tugged him towards
the front door.
"You look... nice." He said, awkwardly. That was what she expected
She giggled, practically doubling over. "Don't even try it
Squall. You sound silly. Don't worry, I know how you feel. I
can tell by looking at your face."
He frowned at that.
As she placed her hand on the doorknob she was suddenly thrown
backwards into his arms. General Caraway stepped into the room.
"Rinoa,... and the SeeD." He said, arching an eyebrow.
"Hello Mr Caraway," Rinoa said "I came to... visit you but
you weren't here."
"Still won't call me father? Huh?"
"I thought you never noticed when I stopped."
He shook his head.
"So SeeD, I heard that you got promoted. Congratulations."
"Oh stop it, Caraway, don't pick your allies among my friends."
Caraway frowned at her.
"Overreacting? I might say, just like your mother."
"My mother was the perfect woman. It was you who destroyed
her. I came here today to let you know that I'm alright, not
that you would care. Well, I've informed you of it ... so I'm
leaving now. Come Squall, we are leaving. Come."
Rinoa grabbed his arm and tugged him out the front door which
Caraway had been blocking. She hurried down the front steps
nearly tripping over the high heels in her haste. Squall caught
her a second time on sidewalk as she tripped over a crack.
He shook his head. "He's not chasing after you, Rinoa," Squall
"Squall, remember how you told me about how you felt strange
around Laguna? Well multiply that by a thousand and you still
won't know a thing about my feelings for that man."
"Forget it, if there is no way for me to understand than let's
stop talking about it."
After a few moments of silence, Rinoa turned back towards Squall.
"Where was it again?"
"The Presidential Mansion. Over there." Squall pointed absently
at the large structure a block away.
Rinoa nodded. "I see people going in. Let's go Squall, come
"What change is this? I thought you hated Deling's guts."
"Well it's a different Deling, and Timber has been liberated.
It's been so long since we've last been to a party Squall."
Rinoa's voice grew quiet, "anyway, I just have this feeling
that tonight is special, that there won't be one like this ever
again. You don't have to say anything, Squall."
Rinoa fixed her shroud. It rustled quietly, reflecting the
"No, actually Rinoa, you are special. I feel as though every
night I spend with you is unique in some way, and these nights
will never come again." He smiled subtly, "but don't tell anyone
I said that okay?"
"Let's go, look, they are waving at you, Squall."
Chapter 4 - An Unlikely Savior
The ballroom was dimly lite with a few couples milling about
the dance floor. It was a quiet party, the type that seemed
to suit Deling's tastes. The decoration of the room, however,
was extravagant. The walls were decorated with graceful paintings
of floating cherubs and curling vines that blossomed into pastel
flowers. However, this natural beauty contrasted greatly with
the serious hushed manner of the people present in the room.
Squall and Rinoa were greeted by Deling at the doorway. Deling
had his easygoing host face on tonight but his conceit easily
showed through as the ballroom was adorned with a huge stain
glass window displaying a portrait of Deling standing erect
and tall like some form of a monstrous god.
"Hello Miss Caraway, you look lovely tonight,." Deling said
with a nod.
Rinoa was not swayed. Her usual easygoing manner was strained
as she muttered a forced response of gratitude. She clung to
Squall's arm and tried to disappear behind his shoulders.
"We won't be staying long," Squall assured the dictator. "I
hope you won't take it as an offense."
"No, I'm sure you have many important duties to attend to.
I hope we see each under more amicable situations in the future.
It's not often that I meet such a remarkable young man that
has attained so much in so little time." Deling smiled his charlatan
grim once more. Squall merely nodded and walked on. Deling's
strained manner was as blatant as the ten foot tall stain glass
window he was mounted on. It was common knowledge that the Deling
family popularity had hit a all time low. It would take a miracle
for him to keep his seat another year.
Rinoa glanced around the room searching anxiously for the face
of her despicable father but to her relief he was nowhere to
be seen. However, her relief was quickly extinguished as she
felt a new onset of dizziness. In front of her, two well dressed
young men emerged from the crowd and began to speak to Squall.
She was glad, at least he was too preoccupied to sense anything
wrong with her. She winked at him and left, heading in the direction
of the nearest restroom. The dizziness grew worse as she walked.
She wondered if it would be too embarrassing to SeeD if their
commander's dinner companion collapsed dead in a bathroom stall.
Rinoa entered the empty restroom and looked at herself in the
mirror. For a strange reason, she was strangely relieved to
see that it was still her familiar oval shaped face that looked
back at her from the mirror. For some reason she had expected
someone else. She took a couple of deep breaths and splashed
her face with some water. She stood there over the sink breathing
heavily, watching her own reflection.
"Is SeeD really as competitive as they say it is?" The young
one with a mustache asked Squall.
Squall leaned against one of the pillars and shrugged. A waitress
walking by handed him a drink.
"I don't know, I just do paper work." Squall replied.
The one with the mustache took a hint and politely excused
himself however, his companion appeared before Squall and began
"Hey, man I saw your spaceship. It looks awesome. One of these
days I'm going I want be just like you. My name is Clay Stripe,
I really admire your work Mr. Leonhart."
Squall turned his eyes toward the annoying young man with blond
hair. He sipped his drink nonchalantly and wondered if Rinoa
was planning to pull another disappearing act but the blond
one pressed on.
"I heard that your father was the president of Esthar. That
must really be something huh?"
Squall shook his head in a irritated manner hoping the thick
headed young man would take a hint.
"I don't talk about my father," Squall replied.
"Really? I hate my dad too. He died when I was really young.
I got picked on a lot when I was young. Did that happen to you
too? I'm going to be like you someday, I'm going to show everyone
that I can be a hero."
"Clay being a hero isn't everything it seems but I guess since
I'm not one there is no need for you to take my advice."
The boy looked confused.
"Mr. Leonhart may I have a word with you?"
Squall turned to see General Caraway standing there in full
uniform. The man stood stiffly with his hands at his sides.
Behind him, Squall heard the waltz music begin to play. Had
the man been watching him? Squall wouldn't of have put it past
"You have been taking care of my daughter haven't you?"
Squall frowned and did not reply. What right did this man have
to ask him that?
"She looked pale today, is she ill?" Caraway asked, his voice
taking on a more tender tone.
"She's fine, as far as I know." Squall replied, as tritely
The man appeared to relax slightly.
"My daughter can be handful sometimes, I know, but watch out
for her for me, alright? I know she is fond of you, I can only
hope that you feel the same for her."
Squall frowned, wondering how to reply to the man before him.
I'll take care of her better than you ever did, Squall caught
the phrase on the tip of his tongue. The moment dragged on awkwardly
until someone caught him on the shoulder roughly.
"Squall, what are you doing here? Come, dance with me." Rinoa
narrowed her eyes slightly at him, and pulled him away from
Caraway. She dragged him to a corner of the dance floor where
she caught his left hand in hers and fitted his right one on
her hip. They melted into the dance and although she kept eye
contact, he felt strangely alone. The words he had said to her
earlier that evening came back to him. I feel as though every
night I spend with you is unique in some way, and these nights
will never come again. Yes, these nights were unique. She
had shown him the world in outside of his own introverted paradise.
It was the most 'unique' time he had ever had. But was this
really how he wanted to live his life? Night after night, wearing
a skin that didn't fit. Even in her embrace, he sometimes felt
as though he couldn't touch her. Like he was wrapped in layers
of flannel that prevented him from ever really touching anyone.
"What are thinking Squall?" Rinoa asked quietly as they went
into a slow dance. "You have that look on your face again."
"I was thinking about how much I enjoy your company." He replied.
She laughed nervously.
"No that's not it."
Rinoa had believed that if she took her mind off the dizziness
it would go away but it didn't. She felt like she was about
to faint. She was grateful that this was a slow dance so that
she could catch her breath. Her feet weren't so steady anymore
and if Squall had not been so preoccupied in his thoughts he
would have noticed that her eyes had changed. They now had a
yellowish tint to them.
Rinoa stared unsteadily at the bottons on his shirt trying
to focus her eyes. She stopped dancing and pressed her hand
to her head. Suddenly an avalanche of pain engulfed her.
"Squall," she whispered for the last time and collapsed into
Gasps erupted around the room as the sorceress stood up where
Rinoa had fallen. The yellow in her eyes flashed like streetlights.
Her hair floated behind her as though it too was imbibed with
life. The natural colors of her face turned into gruesome purples
and greens. The witch threw back her head and laughed.
She glared at the frightened government officials around the
room and smiled.
"You did this to me." She hissed. Whimpers and whispers were
heard around the room.
"Rinoa?" Squall asked, recovering from his shock.
"You did it." She hissed as she turned her eyes from one frightened
guest to another.
"Surrender immediately," Deling ordered calmly as he appeared
bravely In front of the sorceress. He was unarmed.
The sorceress laughed.
She raised her arm, in position to put an end to Deling when
he suddenly produced a gun from beneath his jacket.
"Surrender now." Deling ordered once again.
The sound of footsteps were heard as Galbadian troops appeared
at all the exits. They were armed to the teeth.
The sorceress caught him off guard as she threw back her head
and laughed once again.
This time, the lights went out and the giant crystal chandelier
came crashing down in the darkened room. Squall grabbed Rinoa
by the waist and pulled her out of harm's way. She landed in
a limp heap. The sorceress was no longer active, it was just
an unconscious girl in his arms. The room was pitch dark and
there was chaos everywhere. The only light was that which came
through the stain glass window of Deling, who was still smiling,
locked in glass. Shrieks and screams were heard throughout the
room as the guests, in a hurry to leave, trampled over the troops
that were trying to get in. Someone grabbed Squall by the shoulder.
Squall spun around ready to work with his fists. The man blocked
his first blow and yelled for him to stop. Caraway pressed himself
against Squall, "get her out of here, now!!" he hissed.
Squall picked up Rinoa, wrapping his arm around her waist.
He watched Caraway glaring at him one last time. There was no
way out, except for, Squall turned his eyes to the only light
source in the room.
Without a second thought, Squall tightened his gripe around
the unconscious Rinoa and leaped out the stained glass window.
There was a shower of glittering glass around him as he landed
on the grass lawn below. He picked up Rinoa and fled. Behind,
he heard the sound of firing guns.
Caraway had made sure that the two were completely out of rang
before he stepped out of the way and ordered the blinded troops
to fire through the shattered window. He smiled as he heard
the Ragnarok taking off in the distance. As the lights went
on, seven were dead, eighteen wounded. Yet Caraway felt no remorse
for the lives he had taken that night with the diversion he
created. He had saved his daughter. The rest was up to the SeeD