Disclaimer: Anything that you recognize from Final Fantasy 8 belongs to Squaresoft!

Author's note: This is my second fanfic and this time it's Final Fantasy 8! I was bored and decided to write this little ficcie. I suck at beginnings. Couldn't find an inspiration! So, I typed what came to my head and here it is! Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1 : Let's go on a Mission!

"Squall. Squall, please report to the Headmaster's office. I repeat. Report to the Headmaster's office."

            The brunette groaned and lazily got up. Ruffling a gloved hand through his hair, he let out a sigh and pushed himself off onto his feet and made his way past the carpark, the training center and the library along the circular corridor.

He passed by a group of giggling girls, a guy he had seen often, Marty of something, and another boy sitting alone on a bench. But not even one of them said 'Hi!' or 'how's it going?'. It was as though he was invisible. Who could blame them? Besides, he didn't care. It wasn't like he was popular. His name was only spoken by the few who actually knew him.

As the elevator door slid open, his eyes briefly scanned the well-decorated room and spotted Xu standing by the two large doors leading into the bureau.

"Afternoon, Squall. Headmaster Cid's got something important to discuss with you. I don't know what's wrong with him, but since a few days ago, he's been really distressed. Maybe you could help him."

Yeah, whatever. 

Inside, he turned to see the headmaster deep in thought, sitting in his armchair with some documents spread out all over his desk.

"You wanted to see me, sir?"

Noticing that he wasn't alone he looked up. "Ah, yes. Squall Leonhart, is it? I've been briefing through your records and I think I am right in saying that you are the most capable in handling tough situations particularly those of demanding clients."

You think so? Hmph.

"Three days ago, I've received a call from a mysterious person who refused to identify himself. Usually, we don't co-operate with such clients, but after rethinking the whole matter, I've decided to accept his request. After all, his, or rather, her problem sounds urgent."

Just tell me what I gotta do, and I'll do it. Stop telling me all this crap.

"Now, before I go over your instructions, I want you to gather two other trustworthy SeeDs of your choice."

"Yes, sir." Why didn't you just pick out anyone to go with me like you always do? It's not like I have much to choose from.

As though reading his mind, Cid answered, "I want you to have a wide range of options. Dismissed."

Whoa, creepy.

***

 - At the Quad -

This week's Quistis's week off. Where's that Zell? He wasn't in the canteen. Don't tell me he got himself sick again.

Making his way down a flight a stairs, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, there, cutie. If you're not busy tonight, maybe we could.."

SLAP!

"Ow! Hey, c'mon! I know you want me~!" A girl in Garden uniform was stomping away, past Squall. Wow, talk about red!

And, there was Irvine, turned down yet again by another girl. Rubbing his right cheek, he smiled a satisfied smile. "Hehe…Rule no. 5: if a girl slaps you, her intentions are still good. Oh yeah, she wants me." Imagining he was holding a pistol, he lifted his hand and shot and imaginary pellet in the girl's direction and later, blew the tip of his finger.

            Twisting his lips back down, he noticed Squall and nodded his head, acknowledging him with a 'what's up?' look clearly visible on his naughty face.

Ugh…What choice do I have?

"Look, the headmaster's got a mission for us. Something urgent," said Squall, rolling his eyes.

"What? I don't think I heard that."

Squall groaned and began sounding annoyed, in a sarcastic tone, "There's a damsel in distress who needs you help dearly."

"Well, why didn't say so? C'mon! Let's go see the big man!" he exclaimed with a tone of sudden interest.

"Hold on. We need to find another SeeD to go with us.."

"Grab Selphie and let's go, go, GO! And besides, she's hot!"

"Whatever. So, where is she?"

"I'll go to the little girl's bathroom and…I mean, I'll find her!" shouted Irvine, waving his arms enthusiastically. Squall placed his hand over his forehead and shook his head. Why'd I have to get the pervert? A voice somewhere within replied, 'Because there's no other alternative.'

Ignoring the playboy, Squall said, "We are to report together." Irvine flopped his hands back down to his sides and hunched his head, feeling dejected. "Let's look for her." He simply walked away, not bothering to call out to Irvine, knowing that he would eventually catch up.

He made his way to the directory. With Irvine walking next to him, he felt like such a jerk, hanging out with a guy like him, cooing at every female. As he was trying to guess where Selphie might be, a little boy ran up to him from out of the blue, with fear in his eyes.

"AreyouSquall?" he asked quickly, out of breath. When Squall nodded, he hastily continued, "Selphie told me to find you. She needs help in the training center!"

            On hearing this, Squall and Irvine rushed to the area. As they neared the training center, they could hear a loud, high-pitched voice resounding from inside. It was Selphie's voice but she didn't sound in trouble.

            "HAHAAHHAHA!!!!! I'M GONNA BLOW YOU TO SMITHEREENS! KABOOM!" came the voice again, followed by more vocal booming sounds. Every passer-by was sure to gaze into the corridor with a weird expression on their faces.

            After a few seconds, a girl, wearing a sort of yellow dress which ended above her knees and high boots, sprinted out of the training center, gripping her nunchaku tight. "Squall! Thank god you're here! But it's okay now. The T-Rex went BOOM! It was sooo cute! You should have seen it!" The brunette seemed confused but the sharpshooter immediately stepped out from behind and clasped Selphie's delicate hands in his.

            "O Selphie…you don't know how important you are to me! You are my light, who heals and protects me from all…"

            "Get real, Irvy!" cutting Irvine off, before he could get to the end of his romantic poem which he claimed to have spent half the night just thinking of the right words. But Irvine persisted with it. Selphie was taking no notice of him and began crying out hysterically how she had exploded the T-rex, explaining every little detail. Somehow or another, Squall was able to survive they're nonsensical talk until they finally reached the headmaster's office to receive their orders.

Author's note:  I should be able to update this one pretty soon. Until then, please review!