Reign Of Blood

by T.a.i.n.e.Dreamz

Squall and Seifer get captured and put in prison, Squall has cuts on his arms and Seifer is seeing Squall's memories-But one question remains is Balamb garden their friend or foe...

1. Ring of Despair

~ Reign of Blood ~

By T.a.i.n.e.Dreamz

Disclaimer: I do not own ff8 or any other Square Enix game, But I do own the song in this as it was written by me sung to the tune of eye of the tiger.

T.a.i.n.e.Dreamz: Booyaka!!! Hi ya, all you Dudes and dudettes!!! How you keeping! If your wondering why I'm not updating my other story so often, Heart of a Lion, its cause I keep getting writers block, don't sue! This will probably be quite an angst or shouen-ai story 'cause I find them easier to write.

The rain poured heavily outside. Bucket-full after bucket-full, without seeming to stop. Lightning was he only thing that chased away the darkness; the rhythm of the clapping of thunder after the lightning struck some unsuspecting person down dead. Why was destruction such a beautiful thing?

Rinoa: "Squall…"

Her voice sounded like a thousand angel's singing in unison, yet now even with water-locked clothes and sore ears he could hear the sad tone of voice she had, desperate, alone and helpless.

Squall: "Yeah Boau?" *

He reached out his hand to help her, bringing her close ruffling fingers through her hair, that was damp and lank. She pulled herself up close, hearing his heartbeat gently beating gave her the courage she needed. True she loved him, but their love was only premature, never getting to the point when they'd first sleep together. He was still a scared child in her eyes. His love was with someone else. Even under her control spell he still was someone to be reckoned with. She lifted her head back to reveal shiny diamonds on her cheeks, no tears of forgiveness of what she was about to do. Still even trying to maintain her angelic look she smiled.

Rinoa: "…. Please don't…make this any harder than it already is."

Squall: "Make what harder?"

Rinoa: 'Squall had truly opened up around me, no one else, well that might be the effects of the spell. Not even the rest of the orphanage gang, his father… Ellone. Was what I'm doing to him right? Would he find anyone else?'

Rinoa's thoughts were shaken as the crossfire over either side was suddenly stopped. The Machine faction, made up with Squall, Rinoa, Irvine and Zell, Suddenly got a call on their Com-links from the Machina faction, being made up from Zell, Selphie and Quistis. Who altogether made up The Tantulas.

Selphie: "…Static…This Hyper child… do you read me Machine Faction? Over"

Rinoa: "This is Angel, what's going on?

Quistis: this is instructor, Do hear me Angel? Say over when you're finished! Over"

Squall: This is Puberty boy, what's up with these nicknames? Over"

Selphie: "…Static…It seems they've ceased the fighting. Over"

Squall: Alright! Let's get moving, before they start again. Over"

Tantulas: "Aye-aye!"

Moving quickly and swiftly they hid behind trees and whenever possible using the lower limbs of the trees to hide. For they were behind enemy lines and it were almost impossible in nearly every space they're was a dead body, civilian or mercenary, or else fleeing children, but they're some, only few were holding their weapons to the ground. A light was emitting from those in dark black robes, with what looked like pointy witchcraft hats upon their heads. They held staffs Spinning them slowly around their heads, while some others-mostly girls, would let go of the staff and it would start spinning round their bodies creating a shell effect Chanting, all the chants were different, but Squall recognised one,

Lleh dna nevaeh

, Yrc ym raeh

ni eid esoht pleh

Swodahs dna seye krad

Uoy nommus I

areivarg

Soon after he heard that a black void, with dark purple specks appeared crushing those who it touched, you could hear the bone shattering and the cries for mercy that followed. After it passed through the person all that was left was their empty shell. It had to of been a gravity attack… nothing else could of did such a thing. He didn't know how but he soon realised that the chants were being said backwards so that meant that what he heard was actually,

Heaven and hell

Hear my cry,

Help those die in

Dark eyes and shadows

I summon you

Graviera

Rinoa: "It's…. Beautiful."

Irvine: " Yeah, but what is it? I have never seen such a thing in my life."

Zell: "BOOYA!"

Squall: "let's all shut up you guys and get to the enemy headquarters!"

They started running again but this time behind houses and buildings, the people chanting reminded Squall of Rinoa, because she too could cast magic but she had to draw it. While they had only words to say before the spell came.

The fighting had started again and the bullets came raining down upon the Machine faction. Why couldn't they of stopped firing their weapons a little longer. They were entering the enemy headquarters, when all of a sudden a bright light appeared and they stopped moving. It was an unpleasant feeling not being able to move or to talk back; it felt like you were in a cast and was unable to do what you want to do.

Then a man in black and silver appeared he had long flowing greyish-white hair, and had glowing, green eyes, his hair fell all over his face in long bangs. His body was covered in belts, two across his chest, connected to his jacket that was brilliant white and shadowy black, his trousers were black and he had a long sword-about 6ft long in his right hand, covered in a thick coating of deep red blood. Although the odd thing about it was there was no blood on his clothes, even though he had cuts across his upper torso and his forehead.

???? : "Bring the brunet with the black jacket on…. NOW! Send the others back but be gentle on them, if you can…"

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The night seemed to drag on it had probably been several hours since that incident. Squall looked out of the window; the night was clear and very beautiful. The Cloudless night sky seemed to go on forever, with glistening, twinkling diamonds scattered throughout it. Truly it was beautiful beyond belief. He had never taken time before to examine the sky at night, well he never had the chance the lights of Bamlb garden were so intense that the moon could not be seen. The room he was in was sparsely decorated, consisting of only a bed and a barred up window. The floor was made of brick, with a rug sprawled across. Squall had been given new clothes, a black t-shirt and demin jeans. He lay back on the bed thinking, his brows furrowed deep in thought.

Squall: 'why did they take me? Then they clean up my wounds from the battle and knocked me out cold. Just my luck I guess… they looked worried when I woke up, wait did they run a check-up on me whilst I was asleep? Heck they better not have because if they seen, no I doubt it they're not smart enough for that… I hope.'

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The night sky reached up high above him. Where soft, dainty flakes of snow were falling from. He curled up tighter in his coat, it was freezing and it was dangerous for anyone to sleep out the cold in this weather for fear that they might never wake up. Trabia the coldest place in the universe, the place he could think and be alone.

The once mocking emerald eyes had now become shattered jade orbs. He was a broken man, a broken man with no dignity or respect. The jade orbs looked up past short blonde hair, which was slightly long. He had on his trademark trench coat, which was now was basically a tattered garment of clothing. His blue T-shirt that had the white cross on it was lined with mud and dirt. You could pity this man, if you did not know him, the hurt lapdog he was. He was none other than the "Great Seifer Almasy" or know more commonly known as the "Sorceress's Lapdog".

He had heard of the battle being fought between Galbadia and Bamlb, he wanted no part in the matter. He had a bounty on his head and if he showed his face up to help one of the sides, he would be turned in after the war for money and rewards for the soldiers. He had remembered a song from his childhood and had started to hum it, thinking it odd for him to remember more and more about his past, with each passing day. He was now very glad that he had gave up using GFs' because one day him might remember who his parents were and were he came from.

I've become a monster

Deep inside,

And it's ready to burst

At anytime.

Is this dream that I'm dreaming,

Far too strong

And is the words I meant to tell you

Come out wrong?

Have I become no more than a simple slave?

Ready to do your will at anytime,

I'm not the person I used to be,

Can't you see that now, I'm trying to be strong

Or is it all,

Is it all a dream…?

My conciseness is slipping away from me

Taking with it all my dreams,

Dropping down as silent tears,

That has never been shed.

Do these chains or my pain,

Tell you how I feel

Or do they give you impressions

Of my other side?

Have I become no more than a simple slave?

(A simple slave)

Ready to do your will at anytime,

(Anytime)

I'm not the person that I used to be,

(Oh yeah)

Can't you see that now, I'm trying to be strong

(I'm trying to be strong)

To return to your arms

Tonight…

That song was like him, in one way or another. His feelings for the person that he loved had become clouded and distant-far away were he could never get them. He had fought and nearly killed his only love. Then all of a sudden three muscular men, one with a white band on his arm, another with blue and one with red, jumped out from where a small tree was. Why had he not heard their footsteps? The one with the white band on quickly rushed around him and held a dagger to Seifer's throat.

???: "Don't move or you'll get it"

Seifer: "So what if I move? Kill me and get it over with."

His jade orbs danced at the very idea of being dead. Seeing the spunk in Seifer's eyes made them realised why he was wanted alive not dead or harmed in any way, he would enjoy being dead. All he saw was a dagger, a fist and then total darkness.

He awoke several hours later with handcuffs on, the thin bands of cold metal cutting deep gashes into his wrists and he also found that he had a blindfold around his eyes.

Seifer: "Where am I?"

???: "What do you care about most and treasure with all your heart, one you'd do anything to protect."

Seifer: "huh, what do I desire most well…* I do treasure someone but* why?"

???: "You tell me and you will receive it. I have an idea what your desire is though."

Seifer: "Try me."

???: "He has stormy blue eyes, chocolate ice hair and is named Squall."

Seifer: "If you've done anything to hurt him I'll kill you!"

???: "Right then if I give you your Squall you must not leave this base. Your head is worth a lot of money and given the right perspectives might be more by the end of this war. "

Seifer: "…Fine."

???: "If that means were allies my name is Sepheroith and there is something I want to ask you about your friend Squall…..

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Seifer entered the place he would be staying in until the war was over, but maybe he had got the better end of the deal-he was around Squall, was given a warm place to sleep, food and water. He was let into Squall's room to see if the Ice prince was all right. After what Sepheroith had told him, he was worried.

~Flashback~

Sepheroith: "I am serious; when they did a check up they were found all over his body."

Seifer: "NO that can't be true!!"

~End Flashback~

Seifer entered the room, eyes transfixed on the sleeping body on the bed; he also saw the discarded meal he was given earlier on. He could hear the rhythmic tune of his breath and Squall's. He was allowed to sleep in the same room as Squall to keep an eye on him; the ice princess was going to play a big part in all of this. He went over and put a friendly hand on his friend's shoulder, gently trying to wake him up. He could have succeeded in that at least. The thin blanket that covered him was threadbare and clean? Odd you didn't think they'd do something like that to prisoners.

Squall awoke to the gentle murmuring of a voice; it was gentle and caring, not rough and diligent as Rinoa's was. He felt safe in hearing it.

Seifer: "Wake up."

Seifer gave Squall another gentle push. This time Squall did get up, even though the light in the room was bad, he could still see the two long red scars running down his arms-around his wrists. Why would Squall even attempt suicide? He should have been proud that he was the commander of garden. Or was there a reason behind it, had it happened in battle? No it was too precise, as if to be done on purpose. He was paler and thinner, with dark rings around his eyes… his eyes seemed to be sad and desolate, but all of a sudden jumped to life when they saw who was there, in front of him, in the same room. He shifted about, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

Squall: "Seifer…"

Seifer: "How you doing Leonhart? Why are you not eating the meal they prepared specially for you?"

Squall: "Why are you here? And there might be an additive or drug in the food."

Seifer: "Right to the point as usual, aren't we the one who got captured?"

Squall: "What about you?"

Seifer: "Oh, ah…."

Guard: "Would you please come out now?"

Seifer: "Tch…fine. See ya later Leonhart."

Squall sat there, eyes transfixed on the figure that was going out of the room. Seifer… why was he back? Maybe now the torture would end, Seifer would make all the pain and sorrow go away. If only he knew how Squall felt about him, still would he help him then?

T.a.i.n.e.Dreamz: WHOO-HOO!!!^____^ Gives Moogle Shake to everyone! Finally I'm finished this chappie and depending on reviews, I might just decided to continue. Now to tell you why I'm happy I've wrote 2051 Words YAY!!!

* Boua ~ Pet name for girlfriend/boyfriend.