Hello, I am new to this whole thing here.so yeah, I am guessing that my
story isn't that great, but oh well. Its something I just decided to
write, and it's a very long songfic/fanfiction, so this may end up in 3 or
more chapters. Um.yeah, so I guess this is where I say "these are not my
characters, they belong to Square. Altho I wish I owned them, yada yada.
Also, the song "shiver" (the lyrics included in this story) also do not
belong to me, they are Coldplay's." ok, now that that's all over with,
hopefully I wont get in any trouble! So yeah, enjoy the story and reply to
it so I know how much it sucks and all. Thanks! ~ViciousPixie~
A glittering tear drops down fair skin; the sun gleaming on it to light up the crystal shape. The figure watched from its shadow engulfed spot next to a wall. Other people, familiar faces to her, talk and have fun, without her. Two people especially seem an interest to her and the cause of her sorrow. The blue fabric of a duster type jacket swayed back and forth hypnotically as the woman wearing it and the man she was draped on slowly danced to the temporary music being played by a young aspiring guitarist. As the tear traveled down her cheek and dripped off her chin, she left with a twirl of light blonde hair and the flutter of red fabric.
So I look in you direction
But you pay me no attention, do you?
The movement caught the eye of the young guitarist, who stopped the tune with a cocked head, flipped-up hair brushing against her shoulder.
"Was that Quistis?" She asked herself, unaware that the others had now become aware of her gaze. A gloved hand was placed on her shoulder and she looked up at the owner. His brown hair loosened from its once usual ponytail, Irvine smiled at her worryingly.
"I think you need to get some sleep, Selph. You're starting to not only get bossier, but see mirages now too!" He laughed as she smacked his shoulder playfully. Grabbing at the "wound", he yelped out and twisted his face in agony, but then smirked at her flirtatiously. She pulled him closer and wrapped herself in his large tan trench coat, yawning and burrowing her face into his muscular chest.
"Maybe," another yawn, "I should just sleep right here?" She continued to wiggle into a comfortable position in his arms until she found it.
"Sure, as long as you get some sleep, Selph-IEEE!" He said just as she bit his chest. He pushed her away as she smiled back. "WHAT was that about?"
"There's too much work to be done to sleep. Get back to work!" The other by-standers laughed, but quickly went back to work when Selphie glared at them. She smirked as she admired the work that was being done for it was almost finished.
I know you don't listen to me
'Cause you say you see straight through me, don't you?
Quistis ran to the only place that was safe from people's remarks and questions, but also a place of torture-Squall's old room, which became hers for the time being. She had given up her room to the brunette of her nightmares, to the one she most despised, because she's not a bad person. She knew Rinoa wanted to be closer to the elevator, which would be closer to the headmaster's room, and Squall of course. She scowled and threw herself onto her bed, his bed, and began to think of all the stupid foolish things she has done, again. She wished she had done things differently, said things that she should have said but never did, but now it didn't matter. The man of her dreams was marrying the brunette.
"Its only natural," she thought aloud, "for a prince to marry a princess; two picture perfect people to have a picture perfect wedding, and then a perfect life there after." she cried to herself, body crumpled into a ball in her sheets, trying to get warm, but could never seem to. Eventually, she fell asleep, shivering.
And on and on, from the moment I wake
To the moment I sleep
I'll be there by your side
Just you try and stop me
The group was still in the Quad, preparing and decorating it for the event, which takes place in two days. Selphie excitedly instructed Irvine, Zell, and other SeeD students on where to set up chairs, tables, and the large stage for the long list of people planning to come. Rinoa helped Selphie make the coordinating plans with the food, drinks, entertainment, etc. Everyone was cooperative and worked hard, except for a lone figure who had wondered away to sit upon a bench in a corner. Grey eyes, glazed over with a dullness from the utter shock of it all, the dark circles under the blank eyes expressed sleeplessness, stared annoyingly expressionless at the distant people putting together his future.
Rinoa glanced around to find Squall, to ask him what color the table cloths should be, and eventually found him, head in hands, hair covering his eyes, and basically in his usual off-standish behavior from before, the attitude she most hated and tried to wean him off of. She smiled at him as he looked up at her. She put a hand on her waist and shook her head sadly before walking over to him.
"C'mon Squally," She said in her trying-to-be-cute voice, "Stop looking so sheepish! You know I hate that!" Squall winced at the sound of his nickname. She reached her hand out to him, a beam of light gleaming off the month-old diamond ring. Squall faked a smile and placed his hand into hers, as she pulled him up and tugged him towards Selphie. "You can come help me!" She said with a smirk.
"Oh, great." He tried to hide the utter fear in his voice, but it still quavered with uncertainty. He looked around at all the people helping and realized someone was missing, "Where's Quistis?"
I'll be waiting in line
Just to see if you care
Quistis dreamt of her prince, the one she wished would be her night, not Rinoa's. She reminisced of the day she made the worst mistake of her life; the day she told Zell about how she felt retaining to her and Squall's relationship.
'Do you like Squall, Quistis?' he had asked her. She froze, unsure of what to do or say in response; she knew Zell was Squall's best friend, what if he told Squall?
'NO! Of course not! He's like a brother to me.'
'So what would you do if he actually liked you?' He had asked, not really believing her.
'What do you mean?' She was anxiously nervous and wondered if there was anything else behind his reason for asking such questions, like if Squall actually did like her.
'Nothing, I'm just curious, that's all.'
'Oh.' She said with a sigh of disappointment, 'I would probably turn him down then.' She lied to Zell, straight through her teeth. Should Squall have told her he liked her, she would more then likely had jumped him, gleefully thankful to the gods.
Oh, did you want me to change?
Well I'll change for good
She shifted under her sheets as the dream took her a little farther into the future from the last one. Squall stood in front of her, with the dark haired beauty next to him. He had just introduced her for the first time; her sweet smile gleamed with the vanilla chap stick she wore. Her hair glistened with perfection and sleekness. Quistis hated her just by seeing them together, but as she got to know Rinoa, she realized just how irritatingly perfect she was, which only angered Quistis more. She had everything Squall could possibly want, obviously if he was with her. Quistis wished she could know exactly what it was about Rinoa that made him lover her so much, as so she could try to become whatever that was. Too bad Rinoa was with Squall; Quistis actually liked her as a person and would gladly befriend her, if she weren't with him that is.
Ever since Squall was taken, Quistis became bitter towards him, as if it was his entire fault she was miserably alone without him. She found many pointless reasons to get mad at him. She would yell and argue with him for no real reason and he would just sit back and allow it to happen, knowing she would eventually give into his next smile directed towards her. He would allow the abuse, take the horribly mean things she would say to him, and allow them to roll off his back. That only made her love him more.
She would be able to forget about him and move on if she didn't see him everyday. Damn her for becoming so close to him as a friend. She loved him too much to just stop talking to him, to just give up on any chance at all. Besides, after all her attempts to drive him away from her with the arguments and such, he never let her go away. He always accepted and forgave her for everything she had done.
And I want you to know
That you'll always get your way
Squall helplessly stood on a platform, where he had been posed for the last hour, while he was fitted for a tuxedo. The tailor was getting anxious and tired of Squall's picky attitude and threatened to quit many times to Rinoa.
"Ok," the tailor said with an angry expression on his moustached face, "This is the last of my fabric. I have no other colors, no other textures, nothing!" He presented Prussian blue velvet material to Squall with a hopeful face. Squall took one look and turned his nose up at it.
"Rinoa," he said turning to her, "Where did you find this guy?" The tailor threw the last of his fabric into his bag and packed the rest of his materials.
"Rinoa, I'm sorry, but I can't deal with this 'man'. I hope you can when you're married to him!" With that, the tailor stormed out, nearly hitting Zell with the large door.
"What's that all about?" Zell asked, rubbing the back of his neck. He paused as he saw the room was so full with tension it could be cut with a knife. Rinoa stared angrily at Squall, who was stepping off the pedestal happily.
"You know he's been my family tailor for years! How can you be so disrespectful, Squall?" Blinking "innocently", squall only looked at her as if she had gone insane. Then, simply, her replied calmly, but with a slight sarcastic tone.
"I'm only picky because I want this to be perfect. I only want it to be perfect for you." Then he blinked a few more times. Rinoa wasn't sure if he was mocking her or sincere, but she threw her hands in the air and left the room, slamming the door behind her. A small devious smile spread upon Squall's lips as he took a seat on his bed. Zell, puzzled, looked at his friend with a weird expression on his face, one that said 'what the hell happened?'. "Hey Zell! Whatcha need?" Squall inquired as he sprawled out on the bed.
"Well, I was coming to see how your tux was lookin'," he said as he scratched his head and looked around the empty, suit-less room, "but I guess that's not happenin'." He smiled questionably at his comrade and asked with a tone of worry, "Squall, what's up with you?"
Squall, still lying on his bed, dully replied, "Nothing." Zell knew better then that. He walked over, took a seat on the bed, and stared Squall in the eyes.
"You're not having second thoughts, are you?" Squall looked away to stare at the wall instead of the baby blues of his friend.
"Second thoughts? When did I ever get the first one?" He said, almost inaudibly. Zell furrowed his brow.
"What d'ya mean by that?" Squall rolled over and sighed, hoping Zell would give up.
"Nothing, never mind." Zell punched him in the back hard enough to make Squall sit up with a yelp.
"Don't fucking lie to me! What d'ya mean by that?"
"What I mean is she has controlled my every muscle ever since we got back from the whole Ultimecia thing. She holds the whole 'knight' thing over my head; she's the one who told me to ask her to wed! She's the one who chose the ring, the date, the guest list.she even chose who the fucking best man was going to be!" Zell looked at him in surprise. Not only to hear Squall say so much at one time, but to yell it; this was serious. After a moment of silence, Zell had to lighten up the mood.
"Ya mean you wouldn't 'ove chosen me for your best man on your own? That hurts Squall, really, it does." He made a sad puppy face and fluttered his eyelashes at Squall. "You'd rather have Irvine up there with ya, flirting with all the bridesmaids?" They both chuckled at the thought, knowing it was true.
"Yeah, and Selphie getting all upset about it, she'd probably throw something at him!" Zell stood and put a hand on his hip, doing his best Selphie stance that he could.
"Irvine! How could you? Aren't I prettier then them?" Zell imitated her voice scarily well; even the pitch was high enough. Squall also got into the act and bowed his head into submission, putting his pillow on his head, over his eyes much like Irvine does with his hat.
"No Ma'am, you're much prettier then any of them Selph, really." Then Zell threw a pillow at him and ran away "crying". Squall laughed at their silliness and sat back down upon the bed, where Zell soon joined. "Thanks Zell, you always know how to cheer me up." Zell smiled at him pleasingly, but then it quickly faded back into a serious look, well, as serious as it gets with Zell.
"No prob. But, what's really going on in that mind of yours Squall? Its not good for you to be forced into this if you don't want to." Zell searched Squall's face for a sign of explanation, like maybe it was only jitters. Squall looked away, as if ashamed for his thoughts. "Is it Quistis?" Squall turned sharply to look at Zell, surprised.
A glittering tear drops down fair skin; the sun gleaming on it to light up the crystal shape. The figure watched from its shadow engulfed spot next to a wall. Other people, familiar faces to her, talk and have fun, without her. Two people especially seem an interest to her and the cause of her sorrow. The blue fabric of a duster type jacket swayed back and forth hypnotically as the woman wearing it and the man she was draped on slowly danced to the temporary music being played by a young aspiring guitarist. As the tear traveled down her cheek and dripped off her chin, she left with a twirl of light blonde hair and the flutter of red fabric.
So I look in you direction
But you pay me no attention, do you?
The movement caught the eye of the young guitarist, who stopped the tune with a cocked head, flipped-up hair brushing against her shoulder.
"Was that Quistis?" She asked herself, unaware that the others had now become aware of her gaze. A gloved hand was placed on her shoulder and she looked up at the owner. His brown hair loosened from its once usual ponytail, Irvine smiled at her worryingly.
"I think you need to get some sleep, Selph. You're starting to not only get bossier, but see mirages now too!" He laughed as she smacked his shoulder playfully. Grabbing at the "wound", he yelped out and twisted his face in agony, but then smirked at her flirtatiously. She pulled him closer and wrapped herself in his large tan trench coat, yawning and burrowing her face into his muscular chest.
"Maybe," another yawn, "I should just sleep right here?" She continued to wiggle into a comfortable position in his arms until she found it.
"Sure, as long as you get some sleep, Selph-IEEE!" He said just as she bit his chest. He pushed her away as she smiled back. "WHAT was that about?"
"There's too much work to be done to sleep. Get back to work!" The other by-standers laughed, but quickly went back to work when Selphie glared at them. She smirked as she admired the work that was being done for it was almost finished.
I know you don't listen to me
'Cause you say you see straight through me, don't you?
Quistis ran to the only place that was safe from people's remarks and questions, but also a place of torture-Squall's old room, which became hers for the time being. She had given up her room to the brunette of her nightmares, to the one she most despised, because she's not a bad person. She knew Rinoa wanted to be closer to the elevator, which would be closer to the headmaster's room, and Squall of course. She scowled and threw herself onto her bed, his bed, and began to think of all the stupid foolish things she has done, again. She wished she had done things differently, said things that she should have said but never did, but now it didn't matter. The man of her dreams was marrying the brunette.
"Its only natural," she thought aloud, "for a prince to marry a princess; two picture perfect people to have a picture perfect wedding, and then a perfect life there after." she cried to herself, body crumpled into a ball in her sheets, trying to get warm, but could never seem to. Eventually, she fell asleep, shivering.
And on and on, from the moment I wake
To the moment I sleep
I'll be there by your side
Just you try and stop me
The group was still in the Quad, preparing and decorating it for the event, which takes place in two days. Selphie excitedly instructed Irvine, Zell, and other SeeD students on where to set up chairs, tables, and the large stage for the long list of people planning to come. Rinoa helped Selphie make the coordinating plans with the food, drinks, entertainment, etc. Everyone was cooperative and worked hard, except for a lone figure who had wondered away to sit upon a bench in a corner. Grey eyes, glazed over with a dullness from the utter shock of it all, the dark circles under the blank eyes expressed sleeplessness, stared annoyingly expressionless at the distant people putting together his future.
Rinoa glanced around to find Squall, to ask him what color the table cloths should be, and eventually found him, head in hands, hair covering his eyes, and basically in his usual off-standish behavior from before, the attitude she most hated and tried to wean him off of. She smiled at him as he looked up at her. She put a hand on her waist and shook her head sadly before walking over to him.
"C'mon Squally," She said in her trying-to-be-cute voice, "Stop looking so sheepish! You know I hate that!" Squall winced at the sound of his nickname. She reached her hand out to him, a beam of light gleaming off the month-old diamond ring. Squall faked a smile and placed his hand into hers, as she pulled him up and tugged him towards Selphie. "You can come help me!" She said with a smirk.
"Oh, great." He tried to hide the utter fear in his voice, but it still quavered with uncertainty. He looked around at all the people helping and realized someone was missing, "Where's Quistis?"
I'll be waiting in line
Just to see if you care
Quistis dreamt of her prince, the one she wished would be her night, not Rinoa's. She reminisced of the day she made the worst mistake of her life; the day she told Zell about how she felt retaining to her and Squall's relationship.
'Do you like Squall, Quistis?' he had asked her. She froze, unsure of what to do or say in response; she knew Zell was Squall's best friend, what if he told Squall?
'NO! Of course not! He's like a brother to me.'
'So what would you do if he actually liked you?' He had asked, not really believing her.
'What do you mean?' She was anxiously nervous and wondered if there was anything else behind his reason for asking such questions, like if Squall actually did like her.
'Nothing, I'm just curious, that's all.'
'Oh.' She said with a sigh of disappointment, 'I would probably turn him down then.' She lied to Zell, straight through her teeth. Should Squall have told her he liked her, she would more then likely had jumped him, gleefully thankful to the gods.
Oh, did you want me to change?
Well I'll change for good
She shifted under her sheets as the dream took her a little farther into the future from the last one. Squall stood in front of her, with the dark haired beauty next to him. He had just introduced her for the first time; her sweet smile gleamed with the vanilla chap stick she wore. Her hair glistened with perfection and sleekness. Quistis hated her just by seeing them together, but as she got to know Rinoa, she realized just how irritatingly perfect she was, which only angered Quistis more. She had everything Squall could possibly want, obviously if he was with her. Quistis wished she could know exactly what it was about Rinoa that made him lover her so much, as so she could try to become whatever that was. Too bad Rinoa was with Squall; Quistis actually liked her as a person and would gladly befriend her, if she weren't with him that is.
Ever since Squall was taken, Quistis became bitter towards him, as if it was his entire fault she was miserably alone without him. She found many pointless reasons to get mad at him. She would yell and argue with him for no real reason and he would just sit back and allow it to happen, knowing she would eventually give into his next smile directed towards her. He would allow the abuse, take the horribly mean things she would say to him, and allow them to roll off his back. That only made her love him more.
She would be able to forget about him and move on if she didn't see him everyday. Damn her for becoming so close to him as a friend. She loved him too much to just stop talking to him, to just give up on any chance at all. Besides, after all her attempts to drive him away from her with the arguments and such, he never let her go away. He always accepted and forgave her for everything she had done.
And I want you to know
That you'll always get your way
Squall helplessly stood on a platform, where he had been posed for the last hour, while he was fitted for a tuxedo. The tailor was getting anxious and tired of Squall's picky attitude and threatened to quit many times to Rinoa.
"Ok," the tailor said with an angry expression on his moustached face, "This is the last of my fabric. I have no other colors, no other textures, nothing!" He presented Prussian blue velvet material to Squall with a hopeful face. Squall took one look and turned his nose up at it.
"Rinoa," he said turning to her, "Where did you find this guy?" The tailor threw the last of his fabric into his bag and packed the rest of his materials.
"Rinoa, I'm sorry, but I can't deal with this 'man'. I hope you can when you're married to him!" With that, the tailor stormed out, nearly hitting Zell with the large door.
"What's that all about?" Zell asked, rubbing the back of his neck. He paused as he saw the room was so full with tension it could be cut with a knife. Rinoa stared angrily at Squall, who was stepping off the pedestal happily.
"You know he's been my family tailor for years! How can you be so disrespectful, Squall?" Blinking "innocently", squall only looked at her as if she had gone insane. Then, simply, her replied calmly, but with a slight sarcastic tone.
"I'm only picky because I want this to be perfect. I only want it to be perfect for you." Then he blinked a few more times. Rinoa wasn't sure if he was mocking her or sincere, but she threw her hands in the air and left the room, slamming the door behind her. A small devious smile spread upon Squall's lips as he took a seat on his bed. Zell, puzzled, looked at his friend with a weird expression on his face, one that said 'what the hell happened?'. "Hey Zell! Whatcha need?" Squall inquired as he sprawled out on the bed.
"Well, I was coming to see how your tux was lookin'," he said as he scratched his head and looked around the empty, suit-less room, "but I guess that's not happenin'." He smiled questionably at his comrade and asked with a tone of worry, "Squall, what's up with you?"
Squall, still lying on his bed, dully replied, "Nothing." Zell knew better then that. He walked over, took a seat on the bed, and stared Squall in the eyes.
"You're not having second thoughts, are you?" Squall looked away to stare at the wall instead of the baby blues of his friend.
"Second thoughts? When did I ever get the first one?" He said, almost inaudibly. Zell furrowed his brow.
"What d'ya mean by that?" Squall rolled over and sighed, hoping Zell would give up.
"Nothing, never mind." Zell punched him in the back hard enough to make Squall sit up with a yelp.
"Don't fucking lie to me! What d'ya mean by that?"
"What I mean is she has controlled my every muscle ever since we got back from the whole Ultimecia thing. She holds the whole 'knight' thing over my head; she's the one who told me to ask her to wed! She's the one who chose the ring, the date, the guest list.she even chose who the fucking best man was going to be!" Zell looked at him in surprise. Not only to hear Squall say so much at one time, but to yell it; this was serious. After a moment of silence, Zell had to lighten up the mood.
"Ya mean you wouldn't 'ove chosen me for your best man on your own? That hurts Squall, really, it does." He made a sad puppy face and fluttered his eyelashes at Squall. "You'd rather have Irvine up there with ya, flirting with all the bridesmaids?" They both chuckled at the thought, knowing it was true.
"Yeah, and Selphie getting all upset about it, she'd probably throw something at him!" Zell stood and put a hand on his hip, doing his best Selphie stance that he could.
"Irvine! How could you? Aren't I prettier then them?" Zell imitated her voice scarily well; even the pitch was high enough. Squall also got into the act and bowed his head into submission, putting his pillow on his head, over his eyes much like Irvine does with his hat.
"No Ma'am, you're much prettier then any of them Selph, really." Then Zell threw a pillow at him and ran away "crying". Squall laughed at their silliness and sat back down upon the bed, where Zell soon joined. "Thanks Zell, you always know how to cheer me up." Zell smiled at him pleasingly, but then it quickly faded back into a serious look, well, as serious as it gets with Zell.
"No prob. But, what's really going on in that mind of yours Squall? Its not good for you to be forced into this if you don't want to." Zell searched Squall's face for a sign of explanation, like maybe it was only jitters. Squall looked away, as if ashamed for his thoughts. "Is it Quistis?" Squall turned sharply to look at Zell, surprised.