Disclaimer: I do not own Squall because he belongs to Rin...or anything else cause that belongs to square. If this idea was used before, I did not know. As far as I'm concerned, my story came from the insomnia god.

Rated T for the mass murder of gnats and mild course language.


Let it be written on the records of history that it was I who made the stoic Commander show emotion for the first time.

With the weight of the world on his shoulders Commander Squall Leonart hacked gnat after gnat after T-rexaur in the depths of the training center. With each monster he pictured the sorceress, writhing in agony. With each slice he pictured Headmaster Cid. Squall is still pissed (not that his features will show it) with the old man for not letting them train in Heaven and Hell. In Cid's defense the Ragnarok was under minor repairs.

'It was only minor repairs. It could have been scheduled after the trip.' Squall's mind reasoned. 'But no, Cid only gave me two options.'

Option Number 1: Garden could borrow a small aircraft from Esthar. But Hyne knows the Commander would rather be caught dead in his tracks than ask for help from that bumbling idiot. Even Zell was correct in predicting that Squall would choose Option Number 2: Stay in Garden and make do with the training center. So while everyone else used the time to catch up with their lives and lay low for awhile, Squall found himself defacing gnats.

Satisfied that the gnat population has been considerably diminished he went back to their (his and Rinoa's) dorm room. Wiping his gunblade clean he laid it on the floor within reach.

'A little rest would definitely improve my day.'

Oh Hyne was he wrong.

Upon waking up, he took a glance to his side and screamed.

His precious gunblade was half submerged in yellow, sticky liquid.

"ANGEELLLLLLLLO! RINOOOOAAAAAAAA, YOUR FUCKING BITCH FUCKING PISSED ON MY FUCKING GUNBLADE!"

On every anniversary of that day Angelo gets a little treat from Irvine commemorating one of her finest accomplishments.


A/N: Oh, well I know it's crap. Feel free to tell me so. But please consider that this is the first time I've ever written something without a gun pointed at the back of my head and a teacher dangling a failing grade in front of me. R/R thanks for reading :D