Author's Notes
This is one of my first Fan Ficts and I'd like to thank a friend of mine who helped me write this. No name's said, you know who you are.
Disclamer: The Charters From Final Fantasy VIII Do not belong to me. They belong to Squaresoft. Excepet Bareow, who belongs to me.
Click. Click. Click tap, tap click.
The steady tap of keys echoed through the barren room, bouncing off walls and nothing else. A wicked laugh filled the room as the screen flickered black. All that was left was the ghostly reflection of intense golden feline eyes.
The metal chair tipped as if in slow motion as powerful legs pushed back abruptly. His long golden tail laid the chair gently down as he picked up the stark white page from his printer. From there he stalked silently out the door.
IN the hall he sild open the top drawer of the towering file cabinet and withdrew an envelope. He turned quickly and trotted eagerly toward the front of his house, black walls fickering by. Behind the drawer continued to gape.
As he slid the letter into the out-box, a satified smile spread over his face. He strode silenly to the window, his baggy black jeans rustling softly. His tan muscle shirt streched tautly across his back as he leaned against the frame.
Hovering there in the sky was the moon, bright even though the sun's rays were advancing. How unusual. What a great day to start something new.
This is one of my first Fan Ficts and I'd like to thank a friend of mine who helped me write this. No name's said, you know who you are.
Disclamer: The Charters From Final Fantasy VIII Do not belong to me. They belong to Squaresoft. Excepet Bareow, who belongs to me.
Click. Click. Click tap, tap click.
The steady tap of keys echoed through the barren room, bouncing off walls and nothing else. A wicked laugh filled the room as the screen flickered black. All that was left was the ghostly reflection of intense golden feline eyes.
The metal chair tipped as if in slow motion as powerful legs pushed back abruptly. His long golden tail laid the chair gently down as he picked up the stark white page from his printer. From there he stalked silently out the door.
IN the hall he sild open the top drawer of the towering file cabinet and withdrew an envelope. He turned quickly and trotted eagerly toward the front of his house, black walls fickering by. Behind the drawer continued to gape.
As he slid the letter into the out-box, a satified smile spread over his face. He strode silenly to the window, his baggy black jeans rustling softly. His tan muscle shirt streched tautly across his back as he leaned against the frame.
Hovering there in the sky was the moon, bright even though the sun's rays were advancing. How unusual. What a great day to start something new.