*Disclaimer* I don't own Final Fantasy, any of them, so leave me alone.
A/N: I wrote this in a rush, so it may seem a little strange. But the whole concept is Rinoa telling Squall at one point in the game that if Ultimecia ever controls her, or if for any reason she should become a danger, she wanted Squall's gunblade to be the one that kills her. It's really kind of sweet, so just give it a try, for me? Puh-lease?
Squall's eyes were cold as the rain assaulted him and his army. It wasn't the cold, sharp rain that made his blood run like ice, but the vision before him.
A slim figure in a sleek purple dress was suspended in air, arms raised to the heavens as lightning sizzled around them. Sharp, dark eyes burned into Squall's as he pulled out his gunblade.
'You promised me, Squall...'
The voice came to him, like the breeze, the sound of one he had known long ago. It held a sob, a flood of emotion that made his head reel in confusion. How could she sound like that when she was ready to bring hell's fury onto his troops? How could she sound like that when she knew it broke Squall's heart to see her this way?
"It's a promise that I can't keep." Squall whispered through clenched teeth, eyes flashing.
Her eyes flashed back at him, a memory of the past.
'Please, Squall...any other and I won't go...in peace...'
Squall gripped his gunblade tighter, scraped the mud with his boot.
"I can't do it." He whispered, so low even he could hardly hear it.
But she heard it. Her body spasmed and she arched, sending that crackling energy towards the army. Squall heard his soldiers scream as the burning, writhing hate energy burned in their blood.
But it didn't touch him.
'I can hardly do this either, Squall...'
A lightning bolt, shaped into her likeness, soared through the blackness that swallowed the area. Squall put up his gunblade to shield himself, muttering a shield under his breath. The bolt held its ground, scattered in different directions, and then engulfed the shield in a blaze of light.
Squall let out a cry of shock as he was lifted off the ground, although gently. The energy couldn't penetrate his shield, but it could move it.
He soared higher and higher, until the light left and Squall was left alone in the air. As he hung suspended, those dark eyes bore into his, burning with hatred.
Squall looked into her pale, determined face, and wondered how he could ever have doubted her potential.
'I want your sword to be the one that kills me, Squall...please...do me that one...last...favor...'
Squall drew his gunblade and aimed towards her heart, the heart that had turned from fire to ice so quickly it had frightened him.
'...please...'
With extra effort, Squall whispered away the shield and plunged towards her, watching her eyes go wide, knowing her fate.
He closed his eyes, felt his blade meet its target, felt the warm splatter of blood on his hands even as he heard her voice, high and weak, cry out in pain. They continued falling, until Squall hit the ground on one knee and she was pinned to the ground by his blade.
"S-S-Squall?"
He lifted his face to look at her, opened his eyes to meet the obvious pain and sadness in hers.
"Rinoa..."
She closed her eyes, her breath coming in short gasps as she choked on the rain, on her blood.
"Squall...thank you..."
Squall framed her pale face, so delicate and frail with that mask of determination gone, kissed her chilling lips.
"I'll be..." Rinoa sighed, lifting a hand weakly to his cheek as she tried to smile. "...your...angel..."
Her dark eyes closed, and her breath came out in a long sigh.
"Rinoa..." Squall whispered, squeezing her hand as hot tears stung in his eyes. "...you always have been...my angel..."
A/N: I wrote this in a rush, so it may seem a little strange. But the whole concept is Rinoa telling Squall at one point in the game that if Ultimecia ever controls her, or if for any reason she should become a danger, she wanted Squall's gunblade to be the one that kills her. It's really kind of sweet, so just give it a try, for me? Puh-lease?
Squall's eyes were cold as the rain assaulted him and his army. It wasn't the cold, sharp rain that made his blood run like ice, but the vision before him.
A slim figure in a sleek purple dress was suspended in air, arms raised to the heavens as lightning sizzled around them. Sharp, dark eyes burned into Squall's as he pulled out his gunblade.
'You promised me, Squall...'
The voice came to him, like the breeze, the sound of one he had known long ago. It held a sob, a flood of emotion that made his head reel in confusion. How could she sound like that when she was ready to bring hell's fury onto his troops? How could she sound like that when she knew it broke Squall's heart to see her this way?
"It's a promise that I can't keep." Squall whispered through clenched teeth, eyes flashing.
Her eyes flashed back at him, a memory of the past.
'Please, Squall...any other and I won't go...in peace...'
Squall gripped his gunblade tighter, scraped the mud with his boot.
"I can't do it." He whispered, so low even he could hardly hear it.
But she heard it. Her body spasmed and she arched, sending that crackling energy towards the army. Squall heard his soldiers scream as the burning, writhing hate energy burned in their blood.
But it didn't touch him.
'I can hardly do this either, Squall...'
A lightning bolt, shaped into her likeness, soared through the blackness that swallowed the area. Squall put up his gunblade to shield himself, muttering a shield under his breath. The bolt held its ground, scattered in different directions, and then engulfed the shield in a blaze of light.
Squall let out a cry of shock as he was lifted off the ground, although gently. The energy couldn't penetrate his shield, but it could move it.
He soared higher and higher, until the light left and Squall was left alone in the air. As he hung suspended, those dark eyes bore into his, burning with hatred.
Squall looked into her pale, determined face, and wondered how he could ever have doubted her potential.
'I want your sword to be the one that kills me, Squall...please...do me that one...last...favor...'
Squall drew his gunblade and aimed towards her heart, the heart that had turned from fire to ice so quickly it had frightened him.
'...please...'
With extra effort, Squall whispered away the shield and plunged towards her, watching her eyes go wide, knowing her fate.
He closed his eyes, felt his blade meet its target, felt the warm splatter of blood on his hands even as he heard her voice, high and weak, cry out in pain. They continued falling, until Squall hit the ground on one knee and she was pinned to the ground by his blade.
"S-S-Squall?"
He lifted his face to look at her, opened his eyes to meet the obvious pain and sadness in hers.
"Rinoa..."
She closed her eyes, her breath coming in short gasps as she choked on the rain, on her blood.
"Squall...thank you..."
Squall framed her pale face, so delicate and frail with that mask of determination gone, kissed her chilling lips.
"I'll be..." Rinoa sighed, lifting a hand weakly to his cheek as she tried to smile. "...your...angel..."
Her dark eyes closed, and her breath came out in a long sigh.
"Rinoa..." Squall whispered, squeezing her hand as hot tears stung in his eyes. "...you always have been...my angel..."