meow Ok, this is my first fanfic ever, so it's a good thing I know FF8 in and out. (no this is not a challenge, but if it was I would win) :D Anyway, I'm looking for reviews, and don't hold back, I'm a strong girl!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or places in this fanfic, but I do own a pie, and that pie is good. Thank you. (hey, it was worth a shot).

Here's the storyline-

After Ultemicia's defeat, all of the GFs were leveled up so much, that they started getting out of hand. They themselves did nothing, but everyone who owned a GF was starting to forget things that happened only a week ago. Considering the fight was over, they decided to put the GFs in a safe place, somewhere they would not be disturbed. They hid the GFs with the Elder in Shumi Village, and continued with SeeD life. The rebuilt Trabia Garden was up and running, but they were kind of jealous that all the other Gardens were mobile. Balamb, out of the goodness of their hearts, gave Balamb Garden to the Trabians, and repositioned theirs to the Ragnarok. Trabia Garden was given to the Shumi people as a trade for protecting the GFs. They had two ports custom built into the southeast and southwest corners of the Ragnarok in which the new Trabia Garden and Galbadia Garden could link on to, creating a new, solitary garden. In their new system, at the start of every SeeD year, the Gardens would break apart and venture to their homeland to pick up any SeeD trainees, then link back together around Fisherman's Horizon. Then, throughout their year, Ragnarok's auto pilot took them from town to town where graduated SeeDs would put on a little show with GF holograms, and talk about their services, and ask of any problems lately. This also served as a time where students got field-trips to all these places. Um, that's pretty much it. ON TO THE STORY!

Chapter 1

Squall had looked everywhere for Rinoa- well, accept for the classrooms, but why would she be in there? He walked by the Lecture Hall (Ragnarok flight seats) where a tall, dark haired woman was teaching a unit on military strategy. Before Squall could dart out of the doorway, she called to him-

"Ah, mister Squall, so glad you could fit us into your heavy schedule- thirty minutes late!" Squall made his way to the front of the room, staring at the floor beneath his feet. Has it always been such a vile color?

"Sorry Instructor Xu, must have slipped my mind," Spouted sarcasm from the brunette soldier with a scar down his elegant face. At the moment, he regretted it deeply.

"Well maybe a forgetful SeeD should "forget" to get his paycheck this week?" Squall hung his heavy head, and mumbled- Sorry, Instructor Xu. The classroom burst into giggles at seeing the strong Squall be whipped to shape so easily. As he prepared to defend himself, a short, spunky girl in a little yellow dress ran in, flipped hair beating her cheeks as she panted.

"Squall! It's Zell! You have to come now!" She grabbed his wrist with both hands, and pulled back, heels digging into the ground. "Sorry Instructor, it's urgent!"

Squall stumbled forward, following the brunette out of the intrigued classroom. They turned left and ran making so much noise, heading straight to the Trabia Garden's cafeteria (Previously Balamb). The girl slowed to a walk and strolled over to the table where a dark haired girl in a blue overcoat, jacket type thing. Her grin reached from ear to ear as the other girl pushed Squall into the chair. Of course, Rinoa would be the one to plot the great escape.

"Thanks Selphie," thanked the dark haired girl across from our black-leather wearing hero. "Happy to help…" she put her elbows on the table and twitted her eyelashes at the two- "…if it's for love." She plopped into the chair beneath her and stared at the two, fingers interlaced. Neither of the others had the heart to tell Selphie to leave. Squall sighed and put his head on the table. She was hopeless.

"Whadya mean, there's no hotdogs left! I'm like the only person here! It's six o'clock in the friggin morning, and there's NO HOTDOGS LEFT! You people sicken me!" The tall, blonde guy stormed over to the table and slammed his gloved fists on the table. Squall looked at his watch- 6:13 pm. Feeling the sudden urge to tick him off, Rinoa pointed her finger at his face, "Zell, your pen is smearing." "IT'S NOT PEN! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU PEOPLE!" he stood up, cranked his head, and started punching at the air away from them, mumbling profanities. Worriedly, Selphie stood from the table, and ran around to the back of Zell, and hugged him tightly. He stopped punching, and his face began to turn back to its regular color.

"Sorry, babe, just got a lot a anger in me right now. Come to my dorm and I'll tell you about it, it's kind of private."

Squall re-averted his gaze to his beautiful Rinoa. "Ya, us too, I need to talk to you about something."

Am I ready for this? I need this, but will she want it? I don't want to hurt what we have, but…

PLEASE REVIEW! Next chapter after hmm. Five reviews.