Hi there! ^_^ Well I've been writing fan fictions for a long time, but now
I'm finally ready to share some! Please let me know what you think! You
might see your suggestions appear in the story as it progresses…
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Final Fantasy or any of these fine, bishounen men… *drool* Unofficially and in my dreams, Kain and Squall both belong to me. Muahaha! Sephiroth too, but that's besides the point…
PLEASE REVIEW!! ….please?
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"Selphie! Irvine! Zell!" Squall shouted into the darkness. The only response was his echo. "Quistis!" He ran forward, trailing his sword behind him. He couldn't get caught in the time compress, not now. They had defeated Ultimecia. It was over…wasn't it? He'd seen the sorceress touch Matron.
"Who are you?" Edea had said. "You're…you're that little boy, aren't you? Go back to your own time."
"I'm trying," Squall said to himself. Thick darkness extended as far as he could see. "Where is everyone? I thought I didn't have to be alone anymore…" He stared at the darkness, cupping his gloved hands around his mouth.
"Rinoa!" he screamed. He could feel the emptiness crushing him. Time was compressing. "Rinoa!!" Squall's head began to pound, and he fell to his knees. He slammed at the ground with his fist, his whole body aching. He slipped to the ground smoothly, fighting to keep his eyes open. "I have to…return…the field…" Squall sighed deeply as he passed out.
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"Sis…he's like, not moving!" Squall barely heard the words. He felt something jabbing him in the side, and groaned. "Hey…I think he's alive."
"Stop poking him!" a young girl's voice. "Sir, are you all right?" The voice was closer this time. Squall tried to open his eyes. The bright sun beat down on him, and the green of the grass was too bright. He closed his eyes, waited a moment, and then tried to open them again. A young girl dressed in pink was staring at him, her hands on her knees. She wore a short green cape that fell around her tiny frame.
"Where…"
"Did you like, hit your head? What's your problem?" Squall slowly sat up, now noticing the similarly clad boy standing beside the girl. He held a long branch in his hand, probably the culprit of Squall's sore stomach.
"Palom!" The girl grabbed the branch and swatted the boy with it. "Don't be so rude!" She turned back to Squall with a sweet smile. Palom rubbed his head, sticking his tongue out at the girl. "Please forgive my brother," the girl said, kneeling beside Squall. "My name is Porom. We're from the village nearby. Are you okay?"
"You look awful," Palom added. Squall rubbed his head, his fingers sliding neatly over his scar.
"…I'm Squall," he said finally, looking at the two children. His headache had cleared up more, and his vision was getting sharper. "Aren't you two a little young to be this far out of your village?"
"Hmph! You're the one passed out in this field!" Palom said, folding his arms.
"…field?" Squall blinked. Had he made it back? "Have you seen a girl? Tall, short black hair…dressed in blue? She has a dog…"
"I haven't seen anyone like that," Porom said. "Could you try standing up? It's actually kind of dangerous where we are, and we should head back to the village if we can." Porom and Palom each grabbed Squall's hand in their chubby ones and tried to help him up. Squall felt shaky, but glad to be on his own feet again. He patted at his sides to make sure he had everything…he paled suddenly.
"My gunblade," he said.
"Your what?" Palom said.
"My gunblade," Squall repeated. "It isn't here!"
"Someone might have found it and brought it to Mysidia," Porom said gently. "Let's go and look." Holding Squall's hand, she began to walk towards the village. Squall stared frantically around the area for something shiny…how could he lose his gunblade? And where on earth was he? He'd never heard of Mysidia, and he had done quite a bit of travelling as a Seed. As he turned his head, he noticed a bush rustle. He stopped and stared. Palom and Porom had noticed as well.
Four short imps jumped out of the bush and surrounded the team. Squall tensed. He wasn't much for boxing – that was more Zell's territory.
"Look out!" Palom yelled as the imps leapt forward.
To be continued…
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Final Fantasy or any of these fine, bishounen men… *drool* Unofficially and in my dreams, Kain and Squall both belong to me. Muahaha! Sephiroth too, but that's besides the point…
PLEASE REVIEW!! ….please?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Selphie! Irvine! Zell!" Squall shouted into the darkness. The only response was his echo. "Quistis!" He ran forward, trailing his sword behind him. He couldn't get caught in the time compress, not now. They had defeated Ultimecia. It was over…wasn't it? He'd seen the sorceress touch Matron.
"Who are you?" Edea had said. "You're…you're that little boy, aren't you? Go back to your own time."
"I'm trying," Squall said to himself. Thick darkness extended as far as he could see. "Where is everyone? I thought I didn't have to be alone anymore…" He stared at the darkness, cupping his gloved hands around his mouth.
"Rinoa!" he screamed. He could feel the emptiness crushing him. Time was compressing. "Rinoa!!" Squall's head began to pound, and he fell to his knees. He slammed at the ground with his fist, his whole body aching. He slipped to the ground smoothly, fighting to keep his eyes open. "I have to…return…the field…" Squall sighed deeply as he passed out.
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"Sis…he's like, not moving!" Squall barely heard the words. He felt something jabbing him in the side, and groaned. "Hey…I think he's alive."
"Stop poking him!" a young girl's voice. "Sir, are you all right?" The voice was closer this time. Squall tried to open his eyes. The bright sun beat down on him, and the green of the grass was too bright. He closed his eyes, waited a moment, and then tried to open them again. A young girl dressed in pink was staring at him, her hands on her knees. She wore a short green cape that fell around her tiny frame.
"Where…"
"Did you like, hit your head? What's your problem?" Squall slowly sat up, now noticing the similarly clad boy standing beside the girl. He held a long branch in his hand, probably the culprit of Squall's sore stomach.
"Palom!" The girl grabbed the branch and swatted the boy with it. "Don't be so rude!" She turned back to Squall with a sweet smile. Palom rubbed his head, sticking his tongue out at the girl. "Please forgive my brother," the girl said, kneeling beside Squall. "My name is Porom. We're from the village nearby. Are you okay?"
"You look awful," Palom added. Squall rubbed his head, his fingers sliding neatly over his scar.
"…I'm Squall," he said finally, looking at the two children. His headache had cleared up more, and his vision was getting sharper. "Aren't you two a little young to be this far out of your village?"
"Hmph! You're the one passed out in this field!" Palom said, folding his arms.
"…field?" Squall blinked. Had he made it back? "Have you seen a girl? Tall, short black hair…dressed in blue? She has a dog…"
"I haven't seen anyone like that," Porom said. "Could you try standing up? It's actually kind of dangerous where we are, and we should head back to the village if we can." Porom and Palom each grabbed Squall's hand in their chubby ones and tried to help him up. Squall felt shaky, but glad to be on his own feet again. He patted at his sides to make sure he had everything…he paled suddenly.
"My gunblade," he said.
"Your what?" Palom said.
"My gunblade," Squall repeated. "It isn't here!"
"Someone might have found it and brought it to Mysidia," Porom said gently. "Let's go and look." Holding Squall's hand, she began to walk towards the village. Squall stared frantically around the area for something shiny…how could he lose his gunblade? And where on earth was he? He'd never heard of Mysidia, and he had done quite a bit of travelling as a Seed. As he turned his head, he noticed a bush rustle. He stopped and stared. Palom and Porom had noticed as well.
Four short imps jumped out of the bush and surrounded the team. Squall tensed. He wasn't much for boxing – that was more Zell's territory.
"Look out!" Palom yelled as the imps leapt forward.
To be continued…