Ok people's --! Welcome to my very first fanfiction! This story is obviously about the aftermath of Final Fantasy Eight and love triangles, new enemies, and a family feud. I'll be adding another chapter soon so anyway...Hope y'all enjoy and remember to review! A good writer is nothing without good critisicm! Muah8 )

Disclaimer: Grumble...I don't own it, OK!

Oh yea, and thanks to System of a Down and Ayume Hamasaki (strange combination, I know)for providing me with my musical muse -

Breaking Point
A Final Fantasy Eight
Story

Chapter One
Pressure Point

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The star seemed to shimmer with perfection, having the dark print sprinkled with a bit of stardust. Squall sighed as he looked up at the endless night, a neverending dream that would continue until he was gone and long after that. Below him on the balcony, was a lush green landscape with more than enough wildflowers in its wake.Above him, astreaking comet advanced across the darkness, breaking into the earth's atmosphere. The young knight closed his heavy eyelids, made a wish, plentiful and desiring.

A sharp tap landed on his shoulder. Squall turned around to find a delighted but serene Rinoa. He grinned widely at her.

"Hmm...wishing upon a shooting star I see..." Rinoa pointed to the falling star that Squall had been gazing at. Squall smiled again.

"Yea, I suppose...If you're into that kind of thing," He leaned over the balcony further to gaze. The girl's raven-haired bangs fell in front of her eyes, pulsing with every solitary beat of the wind. She stepped back for a moment, only to spring foward to catch Squall in a hug. Rinoa caught the man off guard almost knocking the two over the balcony's edge. Her slim figure caught in his waist as he pulled her closer to him.

She breathed in his strong smelling-leather jacket.

"Squall, I've been meaning to...I can't stay away...Squall, I-" Rinoa was caught off as Squall caught her in a fierce kiss. He tenderlypressed his lips against her glossy-covered ones. She letSquall caress her fair cheeks gently as Rinoa put her hands through his silky hair. Squall let her take dominance over his mouth as she forced her tongue into it...

Snap.

Squall looked around him as Rinoa faded into his daydream and he camemouth to mouthwith rough tree bark.

Damn...time to come back to reality...

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Aven suppressed a small fit of laughter as his instructor, Squall Leonhart, made out pasionately witha tree. He had more and more trouble keeping his laughing in himself as the young SeeDlicked the tree. Squall was usely cold with most people; he didn't think that he could open up that much...to anyone, more or less a tree.

Reality hit the instructor on the head. Hard.

Squall snapped his head around as he straightened himself. He looked around to see if anyone had witnessed his little 'arbor' day exposition. Lucky for Aven, he was hidden well behind another tree as his camera flashed off and 'clicked'. All is fair in love and blackmail...The raven-haired boy smirked to himself as he thought of titles to his new discovery...Heheh.

The SeeD came out from behind the woods where Aven stood tall and ready for battle. Squall nodded aggressively as Aven winked at him while giving him the thumbs up sign.

What the hek...?

"Uh, umm...we're going to start training now...so uh..prepare yourself," Squall was shaky as he said this sentence. Aven started doing atree dance around him as he completed it with a backflip into battle position. This day just kept getting weirder and weirder.

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A gust of wind made its way silently across and through the timid air, pushing along with it a few fall-colored leaves in harmony with its beat. Gravel skidded across pavement as a young SeeD tumbled across the rocky landscape. His dark, angelic hair was mossled in the wind. The man's scar insignia on his eye was fearsome and yet demanded respect. Squall Leonhart noted this as he smirked at his reflection in the Lionhart's blade.

An abstruse trainee stood battle stance opposite of him, panting underneath the heavily lit sky. All around them were trees and wilderness, with slight whispers of the wildlife. What a perfect day to be in the training grounds.

Squall chuckled as sword met blade. Aven was working extra hard today, he noticed, as the young man made a near deadly swing at his head. Squall evenly dodged it, poking Aven hardly in the stomach a couple of times. Taunting this kid was just so much fun.

Aven rolled away from this, knowing he was being mocked. He was a smart kid, with twice the smart mouth.

"Hey Squall, let's play horse. I'll be the front end and you be yourself."

The SeeD narrowed his eyes at this.

"Sure, but first can I borrow your face for a few days while my ass is on vacation?"

Aven roared at this, bringing his sword to the side, and raging forth to do Squall harm.

The raven-haired young man tripped as Squall ducked his attack and kicked up from underneath him. Aven stumbled forward, not percieving Squall's advance on him.

Both of them were quite skilled and as sharp as the tongue as any, but Squall was the victor of this battle as he rained down on the young man with a series of powerful blows and cuts.

Aven stumbled onto the hard ground as he choked on the dust that had arrived all around the battling pair. He got up, straightened his sleek-black hair, and turned on his heel. He put the gun-blade back in it's sheath. Aven turned his head briefly to look back at Squall before swiftly walking away.

The boy said very flatly with his back to Squall,

"Ya know Squall, you've got your head so far up your ass you can chew your food twice, so honestly man--get over yourself,"

He went through the doors to the Garden.

Squall pushed a gloved hand through his hair in frustration as he kicked up gravel in the direction of the door. He had had quite enough of this for one day.

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"WINNER!" Rinoa heartily cheered as she stuck her out arm to Zell in a referee-like position. Zell raised his hands in a victorous pose as he swiped away a few chunks of hott dog. A student grumbled as he pulled out a 20$ dollar bill and smacked it on the table.

He slumped away as Rinoa pattedZell fiercely on the back. A little too fiercely.

"Alright!" Zell pumped a fist in the air. "Another one down! Once again, I am the hott dog-...hott...dog...champ...champion,"He stopped as soon as he doubled over. Now, Rinoa had to admit, Zell had a bottomless pit for a stomach, but it seemed that the poor kid had reached his limits.

A loud crash rang through the air as Squall flew into the cafeteria, pushing people out of the way and knocking down signs as he went. He was going so fast, Rinoa didn't get the chance to see what he was ripping down.

"I'VE HAD IT WITH THAT AVEN, THAT..." Squall trailed off to use more colorful vocabulary as he slammed down posters onto the glass table. Zell briefly glanced at him signaling a 'Hello, I would care about your problem if Iwasn't about to throw up my entire digestive system'."...LOOK AT THIS!" Squall roared as he pointed to the posters on the table.

Both Rinoa and Zell's gaze trailed down to the table as they saw the source of Squall's anger.

"...uhm...Squall, is that a, a, a, a, A TREE!" The girl tried to keep in her laughter as she snorted her sentence out. She couldn't contain it anymore as she burst out laughing, even going so far as to fall down onto the table, pounding on the fragile surface. The poster read 'Please, Save My Earth," and Zell looked pained as though he was laughing fiercely on the inside but was too afraid to open his mouth for fright of losing all of the hott dogs he had eaten.

Squall growled as he ripped up the poster. It took a while, but Rinoa finally calmed down. She tried to avert her gaze from the poster, as she gave Squall a quick kiss to calm him down. He was angry, so she made it last a little longer, but nothing too public.

All of a sudden, Squall heard something to his right as he snapped off the kiss. Sitting on the table was Aven, smirking as he replayed Squall's kiss with the tree.

Squall jumped as he made his way over to the table, Lionhart drawing out slowly as he prepared himself to cut a throat of a certain trainee.