Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy or any of its characters. If I did,
would I be writing the characters terribly OOH, or even this fisc? No, I'd
be developing some super, magnificent Final Fantasy game.
Authors Note: Death. Destruction. Language. It's all good. Don't flame if your favorite character gets bashed, or dies, because then there will be a lot of flames. Read and Review, of course.
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-Rinoa POV-
It wasn't fair! Squall had gone off in some wily, pathetic hooligan gathering in the Quad! He left me! ME! I was mad, sitting on his bed, my legs scrunched up to my chest. I was wondering what had happened these past days, my insanity, my a coma. This had all ensued after Ultimecia's death, and when we had found each other, we returned to the Garden. Aftermath is so annoying. I hate this, sitting here, helpless. I looked around, at the pictures of my love. Squall had actually smiled for me, once. My tears ran fluent now, catching light as they exited my pink, puffy eyes.
My head hurt. Blinking the tears form my eyes, I stretched out and lay on Squall's bed. I looked around the dorm, spotting his gunblade. I thought for a moment. I could end it all. End it. These words echoed in my head for a while, seeming as if someone were shouting at me because of the silence. I almost screamed, my face covered in my own sweat. I was breathing heavily now, staring at my pitiful reflection in the gunblades surface, the revolver sword seeming quite lovely to my eyes now. Do it a voice said. I stammered, sitting bolt upright.
"Who said that!" I demanded, looking frightened. I knew it wasn't my voice, but.. Squalls? I silently got up from the bed, making my way to my loves sword, gently caressing its metal frame. I held the handle in my palm, lifting it up. It was heavy, and I began to fumble, but caught hold of it with my other hand. My night gown flowed gently over my legs as I pulled it up in the air, looking at my reflection for the last time. I began to swing it around, as if I were Squall himself. It was fun playing hero for a while, until I heard the voice again, urging me, wanting me. I heard flattery in my ears, but faint whispers in my head told my knives were stabbing my back. I didn't get it, I was confused.. alone. But Squall would be back, wouldn't he? He wouldn't leave me. He couldn't. That what I told myself anyway. What if he found someone else? What if he was different when he came back? The voice sounded as if it wanted me more than my love did, and I became hysterical.
Blinking, I heaved the blade into the air in an arc, swinging it so the tip of the gunblade faced my heart. My heart, where my love stood in my arms, caressing me. I cried, the same old tears flowing down my face. We were together, in body, but not in soul. The voice was there, continuing its urgings. Do it.. I said, in unison with the all too familiar voice. My love faded, my heart died. But then, the door opened, and a voice screamed. I didn't hear it, but it sounded like Squalls. I fell, unconscious. Yet again, I felt blackness sweeping over me in a slumber. In a coma once more.
-End Rinoa POV-
He had run in just in time, to see his own love with his own gunblade to her chest. Squall was in horror, his head shuddering with convulsions. He never felt this way, and never would again, most likely. Looking down at Rinoa, he stepped to her body, nudging the gunblade away from her with his foot. He knelt beside her, looking in her eyes. Not again he sighed inwardly, still shuddering in emotional spasms. No one was around to see him, to see him in agony. If they were, he'd just be usually heartless. He picked Rinoa up in his arms, and stood, holding back the tears as a blonde haired woman stepped closer.
"What happened?" she asked, her voice soft, kept to a whisper.
"Whatever.." Squall replied, in his usual tone. He refused to show emotion, even after opening up to Rinoa and his party, even after Ultimecia's death. He kept walking, brushing past Quistis, Selphie, and his other friends. He had to make it to Dr. Kadowaki's office, yet again. This happened frequently now, the raven-locked girl slipping into a fit of slumber every day, only to awaken months later. Squall knew he shouldn't have left her, and he was fearing for her. He could never leave her again. Ever.
Squall felt a hand raise up and cling to him, to his neck. He felt a soft hand tug at his adams apple, trying to tear it from his body. That hand was Rinoa's.
-Rinoa POV-
I had awakened. My 'love' had taken me from what I wanted. I was tricked. Tricked by these fools. I hated them, hated them all! My hand was around Squall's throat, and I felt his convulsions within me. I no longer cared, succumbing to the voices within my head. My body throbbed with new found strength as I whispered the name of some unknown spell, wanting to kill my love in body, wanting to kill everyone who had wanted me to exit this shell, to exit this grief. As I muttered the words, heat lapped over Squalls body, the spell growing. Firaga bore Squall, burning him, sending him back into the wall.
I hit the ground, annoyed, angry. Tears were in my eyes, swelling, as I looked at the form of Squall's burning, unconscious body. I knew he'd live, but I didn't want to. I ran. I ran into Dr. Kadowaki's office, a big grin worn on my face as I approached her. I shoved her, down on the table, her head banging the cart. She was a weakling, and was easily disposed of. I wanted to die. I wanted to end this pain. I gripped the nearest surgeon knife I could find, and stabbed myself. I stabbed myself. It made me laugh, at first, feeling this type of pain surge through my body. Everyone hear my laughter, my blood splatter to the floor.
I saw my lover weep for me, my friends weep for me. I laughed at them. I laughed at myself. My weakness. My strength. But my strength was gone, and all I saw was darkness. All I could hear was my laughter, and my spasms bringing me close to death. I felt the knife leave my body, someone's gentle hands put me on the table. I knew I'd be saved, but I hoped they'd leave me to die.
-End Rinoa POV-
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Authors Note: Sorry, Rinoa fans. But, you know, I didn't do THAT bad. Flame. Praise. Whatever, just review. Tell me if I should go on to Chapter 1 or not, neh?
Authors Note: Death. Destruction. Language. It's all good. Don't flame if your favorite character gets bashed, or dies, because then there will be a lot of flames. Read and Review, of course.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
-Rinoa POV-
It wasn't fair! Squall had gone off in some wily, pathetic hooligan gathering in the Quad! He left me! ME! I was mad, sitting on his bed, my legs scrunched up to my chest. I was wondering what had happened these past days, my insanity, my a coma. This had all ensued after Ultimecia's death, and when we had found each other, we returned to the Garden. Aftermath is so annoying. I hate this, sitting here, helpless. I looked around, at the pictures of my love. Squall had actually smiled for me, once. My tears ran fluent now, catching light as they exited my pink, puffy eyes.
My head hurt. Blinking the tears form my eyes, I stretched out and lay on Squall's bed. I looked around the dorm, spotting his gunblade. I thought for a moment. I could end it all. End it. These words echoed in my head for a while, seeming as if someone were shouting at me because of the silence. I almost screamed, my face covered in my own sweat. I was breathing heavily now, staring at my pitiful reflection in the gunblades surface, the revolver sword seeming quite lovely to my eyes now. Do it a voice said. I stammered, sitting bolt upright.
"Who said that!" I demanded, looking frightened. I knew it wasn't my voice, but.. Squalls? I silently got up from the bed, making my way to my loves sword, gently caressing its metal frame. I held the handle in my palm, lifting it up. It was heavy, and I began to fumble, but caught hold of it with my other hand. My night gown flowed gently over my legs as I pulled it up in the air, looking at my reflection for the last time. I began to swing it around, as if I were Squall himself. It was fun playing hero for a while, until I heard the voice again, urging me, wanting me. I heard flattery in my ears, but faint whispers in my head told my knives were stabbing my back. I didn't get it, I was confused.. alone. But Squall would be back, wouldn't he? He wouldn't leave me. He couldn't. That what I told myself anyway. What if he found someone else? What if he was different when he came back? The voice sounded as if it wanted me more than my love did, and I became hysterical.
Blinking, I heaved the blade into the air in an arc, swinging it so the tip of the gunblade faced my heart. My heart, where my love stood in my arms, caressing me. I cried, the same old tears flowing down my face. We were together, in body, but not in soul. The voice was there, continuing its urgings. Do it.. I said, in unison with the all too familiar voice. My love faded, my heart died. But then, the door opened, and a voice screamed. I didn't hear it, but it sounded like Squalls. I fell, unconscious. Yet again, I felt blackness sweeping over me in a slumber. In a coma once more.
-End Rinoa POV-
He had run in just in time, to see his own love with his own gunblade to her chest. Squall was in horror, his head shuddering with convulsions. He never felt this way, and never would again, most likely. Looking down at Rinoa, he stepped to her body, nudging the gunblade away from her with his foot. He knelt beside her, looking in her eyes. Not again he sighed inwardly, still shuddering in emotional spasms. No one was around to see him, to see him in agony. If they were, he'd just be usually heartless. He picked Rinoa up in his arms, and stood, holding back the tears as a blonde haired woman stepped closer.
"What happened?" she asked, her voice soft, kept to a whisper.
"Whatever.." Squall replied, in his usual tone. He refused to show emotion, even after opening up to Rinoa and his party, even after Ultimecia's death. He kept walking, brushing past Quistis, Selphie, and his other friends. He had to make it to Dr. Kadowaki's office, yet again. This happened frequently now, the raven-locked girl slipping into a fit of slumber every day, only to awaken months later. Squall knew he shouldn't have left her, and he was fearing for her. He could never leave her again. Ever.
Squall felt a hand raise up and cling to him, to his neck. He felt a soft hand tug at his adams apple, trying to tear it from his body. That hand was Rinoa's.
-Rinoa POV-
I had awakened. My 'love' had taken me from what I wanted. I was tricked. Tricked by these fools. I hated them, hated them all! My hand was around Squall's throat, and I felt his convulsions within me. I no longer cared, succumbing to the voices within my head. My body throbbed with new found strength as I whispered the name of some unknown spell, wanting to kill my love in body, wanting to kill everyone who had wanted me to exit this shell, to exit this grief. As I muttered the words, heat lapped over Squalls body, the spell growing. Firaga bore Squall, burning him, sending him back into the wall.
I hit the ground, annoyed, angry. Tears were in my eyes, swelling, as I looked at the form of Squall's burning, unconscious body. I knew he'd live, but I didn't want to. I ran. I ran into Dr. Kadowaki's office, a big grin worn on my face as I approached her. I shoved her, down on the table, her head banging the cart. She was a weakling, and was easily disposed of. I wanted to die. I wanted to end this pain. I gripped the nearest surgeon knife I could find, and stabbed myself. I stabbed myself. It made me laugh, at first, feeling this type of pain surge through my body. Everyone hear my laughter, my blood splatter to the floor.
I saw my lover weep for me, my friends weep for me. I laughed at them. I laughed at myself. My weakness. My strength. But my strength was gone, and all I saw was darkness. All I could hear was my laughter, and my spasms bringing me close to death. I felt the knife leave my body, someone's gentle hands put me on the table. I knew I'd be saved, but I hoped they'd leave me to die.
-End Rinoa POV-
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Authors Note: Sorry, Rinoa fans. But, you know, I didn't do THAT bad. Flame. Praise. Whatever, just review. Tell me if I should go on to Chapter 1 or not, neh?