Disclaimer: I'm afraid that I own none of these characters ..*deep sigh*..
much as I'd like to .. but they all belong to Squaresoft ..
"hey you know Squaresoft .. you've got plenty of characters.. so...err .. would you mind if had these ..?.. pleeeaassee!!!!..*clasps his hands together..*.. Ok maybe not all of them.. can I just have Quistis??.. I promise to treat her right!!!..better than Squall did .. much better!!" *cheeky grin..lol*
Anyway.. hope you enjoy my humble fic..
Troubled Hearts
By: TheGunBlader, aka Choogalee, aka Crazy wolf guy, aka Ikari-kun, aka former mental patient.. *hee hee*
Chapter 1 - That magical night
The dying screams of the creature could be heard as it dropped to the ground; exhaustion from the fight becoming too great to resist. It crashed hard, the rhythmic movement of its scaly chest slowing. Blood trickled from deep gashes in the monsters side, encircling it's body with a small pool of crimson. Its life ebbing away, a forked tongue slowly slipped out of its wide jaw, tasting the air for the last time. Moments later it disappeared.
A leather-gloved hand reached up brushing back long smooth auburn hair. He was breathing hard as beads of sweat formed on his brow. The scar strikingly slashed across his head and down between his eyes, seemingly darker than usual in comparison to the faded colour of his face. His sky blue, hazelnut tinged eyes, shimmering with frustrated energy; a painfully sad feeling hidden behind them, downcast at the battle worn ground.
Squall stood there regaining his strength noticing how the blades of grass had thinned amidst the clearing of the training centre. The muddy depressions along the ground made by numerous residents of the garden in their own personal quests. Lately the smallest of things seemed to come overriding to his attention. As if his mind were desperate to clutch on to any trivial thing, eager to push darker thoughts from his head.
(... why did I come here... this isn't helping...)
He clasped the black leathery handle of the sturdy weapon in front of him, wrenching its embedded tip from the ground, gently holding it up. The light reflected along its sharp edge, making it seem as though a handful of sunbeams were taken from the sky and forged along the length of the blade.
(... after everything that's happened... it feels like this is all I have left..)
For a second he stood mesmerised. Then his eyes slowly trailed down the length of the gunblade, concentrating as they came to rest on the Greiver emblem.
Strength, grace and power...
He had made the symbol his own from an early age, so desperate to instil those qualities in himself. Like the figure of the roaring lion he wanted his feelings to be untouchable, locked up behind unbreakable barriers. So that he would never be hurt again.
Then she came along, and everything changed. A deep sigh swept across his sagging shoulders.
(.... some lionheart I am...)
Looking up at the trees Squall stood in a daydream watching as the simulated wind swept through blanketed slender branches, causing a bluster of autumn coloured leaves to break from their safe nesting places, falling in patterned dances to the ground below. His eyes surveyed the scene before him, but his mind... it was elsewhere in the past.
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He could hear the music and the people in the main hall of the garden, and for some reason, this time it was different. He didn't feel cold, or alone. The sounds that usually mocked him, and his need for seclusion had a different effect. He was ..happy, and it felt good.
Squall looked over the edge of the balcony. The lighted rings humming as they wound they're way around the outside of the floating structure. Beneath him the cold waves were still and calm echoing the feelings of peace he felt in his own heart. These new feelings that had somehow emerged from such turmoil. Because of one person. Someone who had approached him, so full of life, so daring. He admired those qualities, wishing sometimes that he could let himself go in the same way...
Maybe it was time to do just that. Let himself go.
He looked up at the woman leaning alongside him over the balcony. Secretly admiring her beautiful delicate features. Long black hair framed her gentle face, golden streaks distinctive, reflecting the light of the silvery moon. It was hard to control the desire to reach up and run his hand gently through them.
(.. Rinoa ..) ...the faintest of contented sighs murmured through his body. A tranquil look on his face as he concentrated on her profile waiting for her to look round.
The clear starry sky had been holding her attention, her face in wondrous respect of the beauty that the heavens could display. A shooting star caught her eye, and her lips curled into a faint smile as she pointed up to it, just like she had done the first time their eyes had found each other.
She remembered that day, long ago. He had been so timid yet with an arrogance that dared anyone to mock him for being so. His eyes had shown defiance and compassion all in the same look. Long rich hair falling around that dark scar that made him all the more beautiful in such a mysterious way. She had definitely liked him in that first moment, and decided to march right up to him in her trademark-overbearing manner.
It had been quite a challenge, she thought to herself; trying to find the man behind that iron exterior. She looked at him intently reflecting his feelings.
(..But to see him like this... I'm glad I didn't give up..)
His smile shone as it escaped from his heart. Moving closer to her a hand reached up grabbing her wrist in a playful way, while the other slipped round her waist gently. His fingers trembled slightly, the feeling of frailty around this new level of intimacy causing him to be afraid of holding her too tight. In case it all fell apart in his hands.
(.. this is what she wants isn't it?.... is ..is this what I want..?) his doubts tugged at the corners of his mind, but were soon forgotten as the warmth of her body captured him. His lips brushed over hers, at first with only the faintest of touches. As his emotions took hold he kissed her more deeply. His cold, detached manner completely discarded to enjoy the taste of her lips, the smell of her hair; the way her hands clutched his chest. His mind as active as his embrace; committing every detail, every delicate movement to memory.
(..this is all so new to me.. but.. I.... I want her.. I need her..)
Rinoa stepped back gasping a little, her face flushed. For the briefest of moments Squall saw what seemed to be confusion in her eyes. She closed them wrapping her arms around him leaning her face against his shoulder. He held her back just as tightly.
(..I don't want this to end..)
No longer confused, he was sure that this .. that Rinoa was what he wanted.
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So that was my first ever chapter to my first ever story!!.. If you're reading this, I assume you read it all the way through ..THANK YOU!! .. and I'll ask you to do one lil' thing for me.. PLZ REVIEW!! I crave feedback!
P.S. oh and so sorry if you found it a bit too angsty ...but I'm feeling kinding angsty at the moment, that and I feel the need for lots of gunblade swinging action!!.. *starts swinging his bokken (hey its the closest thing I've got to a gunblade) above his head*..yeaahh!!.. so if you persevere with this fic .. Ill give you some great action parts..promise!!..*prob in Chap 3* Oh and sorry if you found the story unfolding using flashbacks confusing *it continues in the next chapter*. but I wanted to do something a little different and challenging. Tell me what you think anyway by reviewing!!
I promise to upload the next chapter soon ..if people wanna read more that is *let me know by reviewing!!!* u can see how crazy I am about reviews!
P.P.S. Just one more teensy thing.. umm.. this fic isn't supposed to be totally accurate to the game.. so if my descriptions of the training centre, or anything else, conflict with the game .. well just letting y'know I wasn't going for total accuracy.. Its kinda like been 2 years since I clocked the game so my memory of it is a bit hazy..*Can still remember how cute Quistis is though !!.. (goes all chibi-eyed)*
"hey you know Squaresoft .. you've got plenty of characters.. so...err .. would you mind if had these ..?.. pleeeaassee!!!!..*clasps his hands together..*.. Ok maybe not all of them.. can I just have Quistis??.. I promise to treat her right!!!..better than Squall did .. much better!!" *cheeky grin..lol*
Anyway.. hope you enjoy my humble fic..
Troubled Hearts
By: TheGunBlader, aka Choogalee, aka Crazy wolf guy, aka Ikari-kun, aka former mental patient.. *hee hee*
Chapter 1 - That magical night
The dying screams of the creature could be heard as it dropped to the ground; exhaustion from the fight becoming too great to resist. It crashed hard, the rhythmic movement of its scaly chest slowing. Blood trickled from deep gashes in the monsters side, encircling it's body with a small pool of crimson. Its life ebbing away, a forked tongue slowly slipped out of its wide jaw, tasting the air for the last time. Moments later it disappeared.
A leather-gloved hand reached up brushing back long smooth auburn hair. He was breathing hard as beads of sweat formed on his brow. The scar strikingly slashed across his head and down between his eyes, seemingly darker than usual in comparison to the faded colour of his face. His sky blue, hazelnut tinged eyes, shimmering with frustrated energy; a painfully sad feeling hidden behind them, downcast at the battle worn ground.
Squall stood there regaining his strength noticing how the blades of grass had thinned amidst the clearing of the training centre. The muddy depressions along the ground made by numerous residents of the garden in their own personal quests. Lately the smallest of things seemed to come overriding to his attention. As if his mind were desperate to clutch on to any trivial thing, eager to push darker thoughts from his head.
(... why did I come here... this isn't helping...)
He clasped the black leathery handle of the sturdy weapon in front of him, wrenching its embedded tip from the ground, gently holding it up. The light reflected along its sharp edge, making it seem as though a handful of sunbeams were taken from the sky and forged along the length of the blade.
(... after everything that's happened... it feels like this is all I have left..)
For a second he stood mesmerised. Then his eyes slowly trailed down the length of the gunblade, concentrating as they came to rest on the Greiver emblem.
Strength, grace and power...
He had made the symbol his own from an early age, so desperate to instil those qualities in himself. Like the figure of the roaring lion he wanted his feelings to be untouchable, locked up behind unbreakable barriers. So that he would never be hurt again.
Then she came along, and everything changed. A deep sigh swept across his sagging shoulders.
(.... some lionheart I am...)
Looking up at the trees Squall stood in a daydream watching as the simulated wind swept through blanketed slender branches, causing a bluster of autumn coloured leaves to break from their safe nesting places, falling in patterned dances to the ground below. His eyes surveyed the scene before him, but his mind... it was elsewhere in the past.
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He could hear the music and the people in the main hall of the garden, and for some reason, this time it was different. He didn't feel cold, or alone. The sounds that usually mocked him, and his need for seclusion had a different effect. He was ..happy, and it felt good.
Squall looked over the edge of the balcony. The lighted rings humming as they wound they're way around the outside of the floating structure. Beneath him the cold waves were still and calm echoing the feelings of peace he felt in his own heart. These new feelings that had somehow emerged from such turmoil. Because of one person. Someone who had approached him, so full of life, so daring. He admired those qualities, wishing sometimes that he could let himself go in the same way...
Maybe it was time to do just that. Let himself go.
He looked up at the woman leaning alongside him over the balcony. Secretly admiring her beautiful delicate features. Long black hair framed her gentle face, golden streaks distinctive, reflecting the light of the silvery moon. It was hard to control the desire to reach up and run his hand gently through them.
(.. Rinoa ..) ...the faintest of contented sighs murmured through his body. A tranquil look on his face as he concentrated on her profile waiting for her to look round.
The clear starry sky had been holding her attention, her face in wondrous respect of the beauty that the heavens could display. A shooting star caught her eye, and her lips curled into a faint smile as she pointed up to it, just like she had done the first time their eyes had found each other.
She remembered that day, long ago. He had been so timid yet with an arrogance that dared anyone to mock him for being so. His eyes had shown defiance and compassion all in the same look. Long rich hair falling around that dark scar that made him all the more beautiful in such a mysterious way. She had definitely liked him in that first moment, and decided to march right up to him in her trademark-overbearing manner.
It had been quite a challenge, she thought to herself; trying to find the man behind that iron exterior. She looked at him intently reflecting his feelings.
(..But to see him like this... I'm glad I didn't give up..)
His smile shone as it escaped from his heart. Moving closer to her a hand reached up grabbing her wrist in a playful way, while the other slipped round her waist gently. His fingers trembled slightly, the feeling of frailty around this new level of intimacy causing him to be afraid of holding her too tight. In case it all fell apart in his hands.
(.. this is what she wants isn't it?.... is ..is this what I want..?) his doubts tugged at the corners of his mind, but were soon forgotten as the warmth of her body captured him. His lips brushed over hers, at first with only the faintest of touches. As his emotions took hold he kissed her more deeply. His cold, detached manner completely discarded to enjoy the taste of her lips, the smell of her hair; the way her hands clutched his chest. His mind as active as his embrace; committing every detail, every delicate movement to memory.
(..this is all so new to me.. but.. I.... I want her.. I need her..)
Rinoa stepped back gasping a little, her face flushed. For the briefest of moments Squall saw what seemed to be confusion in her eyes. She closed them wrapping her arms around him leaning her face against his shoulder. He held her back just as tightly.
(..I don't want this to end..)
No longer confused, he was sure that this .. that Rinoa was what he wanted.
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So that was my first ever chapter to my first ever story!!.. If you're reading this, I assume you read it all the way through ..THANK YOU!! .. and I'll ask you to do one lil' thing for me.. PLZ REVIEW!! I crave feedback!
P.S. oh and so sorry if you found it a bit too angsty ...but I'm feeling kinding angsty at the moment, that and I feel the need for lots of gunblade swinging action!!.. *starts swinging his bokken (hey its the closest thing I've got to a gunblade) above his head*..yeaahh!!.. so if you persevere with this fic .. Ill give you some great action parts..promise!!..*prob in Chap 3* Oh and sorry if you found the story unfolding using flashbacks confusing *it continues in the next chapter*. but I wanted to do something a little different and challenging. Tell me what you think anyway by reviewing!!
I promise to upload the next chapter soon ..if people wanna read more that is *let me know by reviewing!!!* u can see how crazy I am about reviews!
P.P.S. Just one more teensy thing.. umm.. this fic isn't supposed to be totally accurate to the game.. so if my descriptions of the training centre, or anything else, conflict with the game .. well just letting y'know I wasn't going for total accuracy.. Its kinda like been 2 years since I clocked the game so my memory of it is a bit hazy..*Can still remember how cute Quistis is though !!.. (goes all chibi-eyed)*