Author's Note: Hey! So, this is a completely different idea that I wanted to experiment with (although, I'm sure that there are plenty of fics like this on the site.) I guess it's due to the fact that I haven't written enough humor (questionable, since I'm not sure that I can even write good humor) and I could do with a good laugh!
Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from the characters that don't appear in the game (OC galore! -Cough-)
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Days of the Diaries
Chapter I : The Dog
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Well, due to the Headmaster's insistence, all cadets and SeeDs in Garden are - ahem - 'advised' to keep a journal. Or diary ... whatever.
And, due to Selphie's completely and insanely hyperness, we have to 'introduce' ourselves on the first page.
So, I'm Squall ... whatever, I know you don't care. Well, good, neither do I.
...
Uh ... okay, so you do care. Whatever, could've fooled me.
So, as journals are used for recording random intervals of one's life, let me tell you about the time that the ... dog ... came and ruined my day.
It was a normal day - well, relatively normal: killing monsters, getting paid, dodging random cadets wanting help on their assignments ...
I don't help kids. So sue me.
Anyway, as I was walking back to my dorm, I was met with 'The Dog'.
Yes, you heard me right (or read it right ... whatever) - 'The Dog'.
Now, I don't care how you feel about dogs, but I ...
I absolutely detest this dog.
For she was no ordinary dog - she was 'The Dog' ... Angelo.
Now, you can gasp or giggle, but that won't change the fact that - due to Rinoa's request - Angelo is allowed to stay in the Commander's dorm.
... Damn dog.
So, as most dogs, Angelo was waiting outside my room, wagging its tail and tongue. Okay, so - being the Commander - I simply glared at him; I am not gifted with the ability to read - or understand - the language of the dog.
Obviously ... it didn't budge. Nope, just sat there.
Then, I heard a disturbing sound from the dog and - at once - the gagging scent overcame my sense of smell.
I blinked ... then blinked again.
'Hyne-dam-mit!'
That dog just ... pooped in front of my dorm door.
Okay ...
So, I did the only thing I could think of.
Yep, I phoned the girlfriend.
"Squall, honey?" Oops, here comes the 'concerned' tone.
"Yeah, um, Rin?" 'A-hem.' "You - You know your dog?"
"Ohmygosh, did something happen to Angelo?!" Whoops, got her all worked up.
"No, the dog's fine." 'My floor's not.' "She just - she just -"
"Yeah?"
"She - uh -" 'Just get it over with.' "Shepoopedontheflooroutsidethedorm."
"She what, Squall?" 'Oh, please understand, Rinoa.'
"She, uh, needs cleaning up." 'Lame, Leonhart, but true.'
"Oh, she -" 'Great, now she's got the giggles.' "Oh, I'm - haha - sorry, Squall. I'll be - haha - there r-right away."
Click.
... It's not that funny. Tragic, if anything. Stupid little -
Ruff.
Okay, is she happy about what she did? Laughing about my demise? That's it ... this is war.
... So, yes, that is how I began to officially hate the dog. And all other dogs, if they're as ... troublesome as this little critter.
Knock, knock, knock.
... I've got to go, now. Can't let anyone see me writing in this little thing.
And don't mention that incident to anyone, ever. And, I mean EVER.
... Ok, I'm going now. So, yeah, bye.
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Author's Note: Ok, I feel silly now. I'm not sure what the reaction would be to this, but ... it's different, right? And I like to experiment ...
So, let me know what you think in a review, please!
AP signing off!
