bFallen/b
A/N/Disclaimer: This is not a one chapter songfic, so expect more to come. I do not own FF8 or Evanescence. I do however own this storyline. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: My Immortal
It was a gloomy day in Balamb. Rain pattered on for hours, dark clouds blanketing the sky. Lightning blinked like strobe lights as thunder roared not long behind. It was the perfect setting for his heart. Squalls heart.
His heart was empty, his soul forgotten. She was gone.
I'm so tired of being here
Supressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
The funeral was something no less then spectacular, if that is a good word to describe a funeral. She would have loved it. So many people showed up, and her mother's song played in the background. Squall was surrounded by his friends, but he never felt so alone. Rinoa was dead, nothing could bring her back.
Rinoa had been sick for weeks. Some cruel fate threw itself upon her, ridding the color from her cheeks and weakening her frail body. Every day she grew weaker and weaker. Dr. Kadowaki said it was like nothing she'd ever seen before, like her life was being drunk away by some unseen force.
Squall sobbed as he stepped up to the casket. He welled his tears back, making sure not to show anyone that he was about to tear up. Holding a rose in his hand, he kissed it, and threw it on top of the marble box as it slowly descended to it's final restiing place.
He turned and looked at his friends, who were all holding on to each other supportively, giving each other one last glimmer of hope. They looked at him with sincere eyes, hoping he would come to them and let them comfort him, but he just turned. And he walked...
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time can not erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me...
***
A week passed. Squall still refused to let his wounds show, and because of this, he refused to show remorse.
One of his duties as new headmaster was to teach a class. It was all relatively new to him, so Quistis sat in for the first few. He decided to teach Weapons Studies, the class where first year SeeDs chose a new weapon to handle and train with. Today, he would be teaching how to imbue the weapon with a magickal property.
"The trick is to junction a spell while holding your weapon as if you are about to use it. This works because..." Squall looked around the room and waited for one of his students to answer. Disgusted when they did not, he continued.
"...because then it will instead junction to your weapon, you ignorant cretins."
Quistis raised an eyebrow at his mean spirit, but let him continue.
"Would one of you be so kind as to demonstrate for the class?" Squall looked around the class, then his eyes achieved one center focus.
"You." He said, pointing to Kimmie, a fifteen year old girl who had just been inducted into the SeeDs. With her wavy brown hair and cheerful attitude, she reminded him much of Selphie.
"Raise your weapon and concentrate on the spell 'fire.' If it works, your weapon should emit a soft orange glow."
Reluctantly, the girl rose, raising her rose colored staff in the air. She looked around the class once, then closed her eyes. Slowly, she mumbled the phrase 'Fire!' but instead of junctioning it, a hellish fireball shot out of her staff and hit Squall square in the chest, knocking the breath out of him.
"You stupid bitch!" he yelled. This caused an uproar in the class. Quistis jumped out of her seat and told them all to take a five minute break. She and Squall had to talk.
"What was that all about?" She stood in front of him, staring straight into his eyes. "That girl is only a first year. It was just an honest mistake."
"Well, then she shouldn't be a SeeD then, should she? We fight wars, Quistis, not play dolls. I'm sorry that I expect a higher quality from our students, but if we had all made 'honest mistakes' like that, half of the nation would be dead by now."
Quistis glared at him. "Squall, what is wrong with you? Sure, the Squall I knew was a hard ass, but he wasn't the smart mouthed son of a bitch that you are."
After that, she walked out.
You used to captivate me by your resonating mind
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me...
***
Squall stood in the middle of the courtyard outside the dormitories, wearing a tank top and navy blue sweatpants with 'Balamb Garden' written across the right leg. Gunblade on the grass beside him, he slowly moved his arms as if he were in a battle, shadowboxing. It was half past midnight, no student would be out. Perfect for a way to work out his stress, vigorous training.
"Wanna Spar?" A girls voice came from behind him. Squall turned to see the shorter blonde girl that he hadn't seen since their quarrel earlier. She stood leaning against a doorway, dropping her sportsbag to the ground. She wore a similar attire to him, only a sweatshirt to match her pants.
"Sure Quistis, if you know what you're getting into." Squall said, going into a martial arts stance. Quistis smiled and took her place in front of him.
"Don't forget that I was once your instructor, Squall." She said, taking stance as well. Without warning, she quickly spun and performed a jump kick at Squall, who ducked and caught her leg. Things were about to get ugly.
'No remorse.' Squall thought to himself as he threw her across the grassy yard.
When she hit the ground, she quickly recovered by flipping back up. Before long, she was back on him again, releasing a myriad of punches. He dodged, and her fist slammed into a vase behind him, shattering it to pieces. He swept at her feet and once again knocked her to the ground. He aimed a punch to her head, but before it connected, she rolled away, causing his fist to slam into the ground. She got up and ran to where the new stage was being built. She picked up a heavy metal pipe and swung it around, as if to intimidate her former student.
"Ah, Squall, I know you're better than that." She smiled. Squall flipped and got his Gunblade. He jumped at her and swung viciously, connecting with the metal pipe with a loud clang. They both swung and blocked each other for a few minutes, and before long, Squall's Gunblade and Quistis' pipe were at the others throat. they both just stared at each other for a moment, sweating, until finally Quistis threw down the pipe and held out her hand.
"Good match." She said. Squall withdrew and shook her hand. Then they both sat. Both were quiet for a long time until Squall finally said,
"She's dead..." A tear rolled down the side of his face as he said it. "And I don't know why..."
"Squall," Quistis looked at him. "Is that why? Why you've been so mean lately? You were afraid to cry?" She gave him a soft look.
"You shouldn't be, we all understand..."
"But you don't." Squall interrupted her. "You don't understand. Our love was forever. And now? Well, now she's gone."
"I meant that we'd understand if you'd cried." She said. He just stared at her for a moment. And then he did.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
A/N/Disclaimer: This is not a one chapter songfic, so expect more to come. I do not own FF8 or Evanescence. I do however own this storyline. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: My Immortal
It was a gloomy day in Balamb. Rain pattered on for hours, dark clouds blanketing the sky. Lightning blinked like strobe lights as thunder roared not long behind. It was the perfect setting for his heart. Squalls heart.
His heart was empty, his soul forgotten. She was gone.
I'm so tired of being here
Supressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
The funeral was something no less then spectacular, if that is a good word to describe a funeral. She would have loved it. So many people showed up, and her mother's song played in the background. Squall was surrounded by his friends, but he never felt so alone. Rinoa was dead, nothing could bring her back.
Rinoa had been sick for weeks. Some cruel fate threw itself upon her, ridding the color from her cheeks and weakening her frail body. Every day she grew weaker and weaker. Dr. Kadowaki said it was like nothing she'd ever seen before, like her life was being drunk away by some unseen force.
Squall sobbed as he stepped up to the casket. He welled his tears back, making sure not to show anyone that he was about to tear up. Holding a rose in his hand, he kissed it, and threw it on top of the marble box as it slowly descended to it's final restiing place.
He turned and looked at his friends, who were all holding on to each other supportively, giving each other one last glimmer of hope. They looked at him with sincere eyes, hoping he would come to them and let them comfort him, but he just turned. And he walked...
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time can not erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me...
***
A week passed. Squall still refused to let his wounds show, and because of this, he refused to show remorse.
One of his duties as new headmaster was to teach a class. It was all relatively new to him, so Quistis sat in for the first few. He decided to teach Weapons Studies, the class where first year SeeDs chose a new weapon to handle and train with. Today, he would be teaching how to imbue the weapon with a magickal property.
"The trick is to junction a spell while holding your weapon as if you are about to use it. This works because..." Squall looked around the room and waited for one of his students to answer. Disgusted when they did not, he continued.
"...because then it will instead junction to your weapon, you ignorant cretins."
Quistis raised an eyebrow at his mean spirit, but let him continue.
"Would one of you be so kind as to demonstrate for the class?" Squall looked around the class, then his eyes achieved one center focus.
"You." He said, pointing to Kimmie, a fifteen year old girl who had just been inducted into the SeeDs. With her wavy brown hair and cheerful attitude, she reminded him much of Selphie.
"Raise your weapon and concentrate on the spell 'fire.' If it works, your weapon should emit a soft orange glow."
Reluctantly, the girl rose, raising her rose colored staff in the air. She looked around the class once, then closed her eyes. Slowly, she mumbled the phrase 'Fire!' but instead of junctioning it, a hellish fireball shot out of her staff and hit Squall square in the chest, knocking the breath out of him.
"You stupid bitch!" he yelled. This caused an uproar in the class. Quistis jumped out of her seat and told them all to take a five minute break. She and Squall had to talk.
"What was that all about?" She stood in front of him, staring straight into his eyes. "That girl is only a first year. It was just an honest mistake."
"Well, then she shouldn't be a SeeD then, should she? We fight wars, Quistis, not play dolls. I'm sorry that I expect a higher quality from our students, but if we had all made 'honest mistakes' like that, half of the nation would be dead by now."
Quistis glared at him. "Squall, what is wrong with you? Sure, the Squall I knew was a hard ass, but he wasn't the smart mouthed son of a bitch that you are."
After that, she walked out.
You used to captivate me by your resonating mind
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me...
***
Squall stood in the middle of the courtyard outside the dormitories, wearing a tank top and navy blue sweatpants with 'Balamb Garden' written across the right leg. Gunblade on the grass beside him, he slowly moved his arms as if he were in a battle, shadowboxing. It was half past midnight, no student would be out. Perfect for a way to work out his stress, vigorous training.
"Wanna Spar?" A girls voice came from behind him. Squall turned to see the shorter blonde girl that he hadn't seen since their quarrel earlier. She stood leaning against a doorway, dropping her sportsbag to the ground. She wore a similar attire to him, only a sweatshirt to match her pants.
"Sure Quistis, if you know what you're getting into." Squall said, going into a martial arts stance. Quistis smiled and took her place in front of him.
"Don't forget that I was once your instructor, Squall." She said, taking stance as well. Without warning, she quickly spun and performed a jump kick at Squall, who ducked and caught her leg. Things were about to get ugly.
'No remorse.' Squall thought to himself as he threw her across the grassy yard.
When she hit the ground, she quickly recovered by flipping back up. Before long, she was back on him again, releasing a myriad of punches. He dodged, and her fist slammed into a vase behind him, shattering it to pieces. He swept at her feet and once again knocked her to the ground. He aimed a punch to her head, but before it connected, she rolled away, causing his fist to slam into the ground. She got up and ran to where the new stage was being built. She picked up a heavy metal pipe and swung it around, as if to intimidate her former student.
"Ah, Squall, I know you're better than that." She smiled. Squall flipped and got his Gunblade. He jumped at her and swung viciously, connecting with the metal pipe with a loud clang. They both swung and blocked each other for a few minutes, and before long, Squall's Gunblade and Quistis' pipe were at the others throat. they both just stared at each other for a moment, sweating, until finally Quistis threw down the pipe and held out her hand.
"Good match." She said. Squall withdrew and shook her hand. Then they both sat. Both were quiet for a long time until Squall finally said,
"She's dead..." A tear rolled down the side of his face as he said it. "And I don't know why..."
"Squall," Quistis looked at him. "Is that why? Why you've been so mean lately? You were afraid to cry?" She gave him a soft look.
"You shouldn't be, we all understand..."
"But you don't." Squall interrupted her. "You don't understand. Our love was forever. And now? Well, now she's gone."
"I meant that we'd understand if you'd cried." She said. He just stared at her for a moment. And then he did.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along