New story. AU all the way. Hope you like!
Be Mine
Ch 1: What is Beauty
"So…we see your application has listed that you've been with quite some prestigious organizations and companies. What exactly is your reason for applying at this academy?" The older man asked in a monotone.
"um…well, I really love what I do…wait you already knew that, heh…um. I wanted to stick with an academy that was stable. One so that I can stay in one place for a while. These years are important to me, and I'd like to have relationships I can keep for more than a few months. And this academy is known for its success. I think I would really like it here…" The girl spoke nervously as her black eyes wandered to the ground.
"We'll call you this evening if you've made it to the call backs. If so, be prepared to give the judges an example of why we should accept you to our academy tomorrow." The man gave a brief nod. Not a smile, not any reassuring gestures. Just a nod.
"Thank you sir." She turned her back and headed towards the door. Pausing, she sighed and looked towards the man busy shuffling papers into his briefcase. "One last thing Mr. Berelli…. I worked hard to get where I am today and, I think I deserve to have a chance to prove that I have something other than a famous name…. um, thank you." The girl hurried out of the room before Mr.Berelli had a chance to say anything. He just stared. No smile, no reassuring gestures. He just stared.
"Hey, did you guys hear how our garden is holding additions for a new student?" The bouncy brunette asked excitedly to her two friends.
"No Selphie. Everyone's only been talking about it for weeks. Why would we know?" A man with blonde hair and a tattoo on the side of his face sarcastically retorted.
"Yeah, everyone knows. Why didn't you?" The tall blonde woman asked.
"Jeez Quistis! You and Zell are so mean! Anyways, the final auditioning is tomorrow! It's kind of like Galbadian Idol huh?! Finding one person with all that talent!" Selphie exclaimed.
"Yeah, except most people at this school really do have talent. Not designer clothes and implants." Quistis stated bluntly.
"Yeah…" Zell agreed "but I hope it's, like, a really hot chick. The ones at our school are all the same. No offense! Not like you guys, I mean like the girls who-"
"Just shut up Zell!" Selphie said coldly.
Zell crossed his arms and pouted slightly. He didn't like being yelled at. Suddenly he got out of his seat and walked away.
"Hey, I wasn't trying to be mean." Selphie told Quistis.
"Uh, I think he's talking to that quiet guy, Squall. I'm surprised he's even putting up with Zell." Quistis stated.
"Tell me about it. You know something, like, Squall's really hot, hehe. If he wasn't shy he'd be such a player!" Selphie continued to giggle.
Quistis looked over at him. "You're right. I know a lot of girls who like him, but they know how he is…maybe he's gay!" Quistis giggled.
"Hm, nah… that's not why he's single anyways." Selphie speculated.
Zell came running back over and Squall was gone.
"What was that about?" Selphie asked.
"Oh, I was congratulating him on his presentation today. He's gotta be, like, the best artist in the world! He's so fucking good." Zell told them.
"He is. Anyways, we need to get going, class starts in three!" and with that and the sound of the bell, they headed for their next class.
A doorknob turns, and a short Asian woman walks into a low-lit room. Throwing her purse and winter coat aside, she takes off her shoes and walks into the small kitchen.
"Home already auntie?" The girl with black hair and eyes to match asked.
"Oh, yes. How did your audition go Rinoa-Chan?" The woman asked in a thick accent.
Rinoa loved her aunt; she thought her accent was adorable. Slurred syllables, R's for L's. Yes, it was cute.
"I don't know. They said they'd call me for a call back if I made it…but I don't think I'm going to." She answered.
"Don't you say that! You are wonderful singer! Like my little sister. If they don't call you, they are crazy!" Her aunt told her.
Rinoa giggled as the phone began to ring. "Hello? Yes, this is she. Really? Thank you very much! Goodbye" Rinoa hung up the phone and received a warm smile from her aunt.
She wished she could tell her how she really felt, but she couldn't. She just did what she always did. She hid behind the smile she returned.
"la la la la la la la" Rinoa sang up and down, down and up.
They had been doing scales for over 20 minutes. She was eager to go on with it and sing and dance and act. Finally it was her turn, and that feeling of eagerness had vanished. Mr. Berelli, the same, bitter old man was there, staring at her. It's like he was waiting for her to trip, or for her voice to crack. Why was he so sadistic? She looked around at the 10 other students who had been selected. They were great, how could she compete with them?
"Uh…Rinoa Heartily" She told the judges. "Here's the music for my song." She said handing a piece of paper to the man at the piano bench.
She began to dance and sing with the tune
A pair of crystal blue eyes looked out the window, watching each drop of rain as it fell to the ground. He turned away, and his brown hair fell in his face. He could hear the auditions for a new academy member being held in the auditorium at the end of the hall. He turned back to his drawing pad, frowning at the sight of the paper. It was one of those days where he lacked the inspiration needed to turn a piece of paper into something that so many people would call beautiful. But then again, what is beautiful?
His question was answered when a group of people walked out of the double doors of the auditorium. A girl walked by him. She was short with silky shoulder length black hair and dark eyes that made her pale skin stand out. Not to mention a killer body. She was like no one he had seen before. Of course, there were the girls in the media. The select ones at school who were lucky enough to have beauty. But this girl, there was something different about her.
He quickly looked down as she walked by. The smell of her perfume intoxicated him, and he was in a dream like state until he felt a strong slap on the back.
"I see your oggeling one of the candidates for our school. Look Leonhart, I'll warn you now, back off. You may be undressing her with your eyes, but I plan on the real thing." A tall blonde man said threateningly.
"Fuck you. Get a life. You don't even know this chick. Not everyone thinks as highly of you as you do yourself." Squall said as he turned and walked down the hallway.
"Well, you think your so god damn special" Seifer stated as he followed Squall "You don't even talk to anyone because you think you're better than everyone."
Squall glared at him as they reached the end of the corridor "Well it's a hell of a lot better then pissing everyone off the way you do." Squall said coldly.
"Fucking…" Seifer didn't finish his sentence before Squall and he were on the ground trying to beat the living shit out of each other. A crowd formed around the two and soon the students weren't the only ones who noticed.
"Break it up! Now!" A garden faculty member called. As soon as he pulled them apart, he looked at them and said "You two again? I though the headmaster warned you! Come with me, now!" Two large men dragged the boys to the headmaster's office, as they continued to glare at each other and take occasional swings.
They arrived at the headmaster's office and immediately looked down as the short man with glasses rose out of his chair.
"Why is it you two are up here almost monthly?" The Headmaster sighed. "What is it this time?"
The boys just looked at each other in silence. "Sorry Headmaster Cid" They said in unison.
"You two will be in lunch detention every Monday and Tuesday for a month." He told them in a disappointed tone. Before he could open his mouth to speak again, his secretary had opened up the door.
"Sir, the judges have finally come to a decision and they would like you to call all of the participants and congratulate them each and then to talk specifically to our new student." Said the woman with the auburn hair.
"Alright, I'll be around to in just a minute. What's the name of new student?"
"The name is…"
AN so how did you like my new fic? Please review so I know to keep going. Constructive criticism is accepted. Review or Die.
