A/N: My first fic! YAAY! I made it Squall's POV so he might be a bit OOC. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: If Kingdom Hearts was mine, this wouldn't be here. Only the plot is mine. I think.

"Dialogue"

Words of Squall or actions

Who the hell are you?

The person who will save me?

No?

Oh, sorry.

What am I doing in this dark alley? I was about to ask myself the same question.

Well, I know what I'm doing here. I'm hiding. Hiding from FANGIRLS.

So much evil in such a small person.

It all started a few weeks ago, when new people started coming into Traverse Town. Most of the newcomers were girls. Fangirls. And they were my fans. That was when my hell began.

They spotted me, then made a shrill cry of some sort ( I'm guessing it's the "Fangirl Cry" ), and started to run toward me like crazy people. They may seem like cutesy little girls, but to me, they were scary as hell.

Somehow, they have been able to track me down for two weeks in a row. It's like they have an extra sense that tells them where I am. Like Yuffie. I shudder when I think about it.

I've been in this dark alley for a few hours. I don't think the fangirls will look in the dark, but it won't take long until they find me. Thank God they aren't Heartless.

Crap.

Be right back.

…..

Back. Stupid Heartless.

Wait, I think there are more.

……

…..

"…..HOLY CRAP! GET AWAY!"

"SQUALLIEEEE!" Scream the fangirls.

That's Leon.

THEY HAVE HEARTLESS ON THEIR SIDE! DAMNIT! WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO! The fangirls are truly evil.

So, here I am, running like hell, with a mob of fangirls hot on my tail.

Why do I have to look so good! IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE A CURSE!

Suddenly, I hear a voice. No, it's not the voice in my head.

"Hold on." The voice says. I can't tell whether it was a girl or a boy.

I'm suddenly on top of someone and traveling extremely fast. The voice spoke again.

"Sorry about this." The voice says regretfully. Then I realize, it was the voice of a GIRL. Before I could do anything, she knocked me out. Damnit.

"You got beat by a girl!" A voice said mockingly. This time, it was the voice in my head.

Time change

I'm now awake. Shocked by the fact that a girl beat me, but nevertheless, fine.

"She got lucky." I mumble to myself, thinking no one would hear.

"What was that?" I see another girl next to me say.

Women.

"Hiya, Squallie!" The girl chirps, ignoring the glare war her friend and I was having.

"That's Leon."

"The name's Emi and this is my friend, Stringy." Emi says, gesturing to the girl on her right, ignoring my last remark.

"…."

"Quite the talker." Stringy says sarcastically to Emi, who's waiting patiently for me to speak.

But I was thinking, what kind of name is Stringy and Emi?

"They're nicknames, smartass." Stringy says smirking as if she read my mind.

I am somewhat insulted and feeling a bit insecure.

Emi has long black hair and is wearing a large baggy shirt, shorts and Adidas sneakers. I'm guessing she's not a girly girl type of person.

Her friend, Stringy, has brown hair tied with red ribbons, a MCR "Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge" fan shirt, jeans and Converse shoes with Sharpie marks everywhere. Obviously, she's an MCR fan, whoever that is. I hope she's not a fangirl of mine. She looked a little crazy to me, but then again, Emi did too.

"Who's MCR?" I ask, unable to contain my curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat.

Stringy twitches. "WHO'S MCR? DO YOU LIVE UNDER A ROCK?"

"You know, Squall is sorta like a rock…" Emi says as if it was obvious.

"I'm not a rock…"I mumble as Stringy continues to rant about MCR and all that crap. I quickly change the subject.

"So, you two are also fangirls?" I say while instinctively backing away.

"Sure am!" They say happily.

I think I have the right to be frightened right now.

"Don't worry, I'm not your fan, but Emi is." Stringy said as if she was trying to scare me. I look at Emi, who looks completely innocent. Apparently fangirls are masters of disguise.

"Don't worry," Emi says reassuringly, "I don't want you to do anything to you, I'm just a fan."

I don't know whether to be insulted or thankful.

"But, I LOOOOOOVE-", Emi says, but then is cut off by Stringy.

"I don't think you would want to scare him off with your obsession." Stringy whispers.

"Okie dokie." Emi says like a little child, "BUT CAN I GET A FAVOR FROM HIM?"

Stringy looked thoughtful and agreed while smirking sinisterly. I hope it's nothing too evil.

"Well! Since I saved you from those fangirls, and told them you went to Oklahoma…" Emi announces. I interrupt.

"How am I supposed to trust you! YOU'RE A FANGIRL! ONE OF THEM!" I shout, pointing at Oklahoma on a random map that Stringy conveniently provided.

"Well, I am, BUT, I am part of an organization called SQUFFIE." Emi announces proudly.

Not good.

Stringy continues, "I'm not really a part of it, but I support it. So, basically, Emi here, is a double agent. She is a fangirl and a SQUFFIE member. She is here to protect you from fangirls to get you with…someone."

"Who..?"

Emi's mouth twisted into a sadistic smile. "You'll find out soon."

God, she scares me for than all of the fangirls put together. She's like…Aerith when she's pissed off. I did not need to remember that experience. Thank God I'm not Cloud.

"ANYWAYS, SQUFFIE is created to protect YOU from fangirls so you can get with SOMEONE." Emi says evilly, obviously plotting in her mind.

Inside my mind, I thought who was this "someone"?

"Don't you think I should meet them first? The members?" I ask hesitantly after snapped out of my thoughts.

Bad idea. One of the biggest mistakes I made in my life. Bigger than the time I decided to punch Cloud in the face in front of Aerith just for the hell of it.

Emi grinned. "OKAY!"

Stringy pulled out her silly stringy can and I'm guessing she somehow was able to spell out "SQUFFIE" for everyone to see. Then, I heard footsteps. I'm guessing they're coming. I do an awful lot of guessing, don't I?

SQUFFIE was quite small in size and the people looked normal enough. I felt a little better. And slightly disappointed.

"This is SQUFFIE?" I say a little insultingly.

They glare and pull out lethal-looking weapons as if saying," Insult us again and we will not hesitate to blow your brain out." I remain quiet. I think I have a new fear now. I wish they liked me, not in a fangirlish, obsessive kind of way though.

"You have to do us a favor since we saved your life from the fangirls."

"…." I hesitate.

"I'm giving you three seconds before I leave you with the fangirls of Oklahoma."

I agree quickly. It was a lose-lose situation though. Crap.

Emi smiles. "I'll take care of this." She says to the small band of SQUFFIE. They went on with their lives like normal people. Scary. So I was left alone with Stringy and Emi. I think they are the crazy ones. As in insane crazy.

"Do you know what SQUFFIE means?" Stringy asks quietly.

"No." I answered as if I really didn't care. Though truthfully, the question had been eating me on the inside since it was mentioned.

"Stringy, make sure he doesn't run away." Emi commands. Stringy holds her silly string can to my head and says, "Try and run and die."

"I'm supposed to be afraid of silly string?" I say in disbelief. Stringy aims the can at the opposite direction and an explosion of silly stringy came out of the can, successfully covering half of Second District and its citizens in silly string.

"You wouldn't want that aimed at your head." She snarled.

Damn right I wouldn't.

"OKAY! SQUFFIE is the combination of…" Emi pauses dramatically while holding up one finger with her mouth open.

I always hated suspense.

The pause is lasting quite a long time.

"OUT WITH IT!" I shout.

"Squall and Yuffie." Emi says smirking.

I gaped at her. How did she-who did she-why did she-

"I know you like her, Squallie." She says slyly.

"I-It's L-Leon."

They smirked.

"I-I hate her!" I stammer.

"Not true." Stringy said whistling.

Hands on hips from Emi.

"Okay, I like her."

"Understatement." Stringy coughed.

Disbelieving look from Emi.

"OKAY! I LIKE HER MORE THAN I SHOULD!"

"Sure you do." Stringy snorted.

Eyebrow raise from Emi.

"Fine...damnit, I love her! HAPPY!" I shout, throwing my arms up in defeat.

Fangirls are scary.

"Very." Emi says happily, clapping her hands together.

I grunt. It's like they can read my mind or something. Stupid girl.

"So, since you're too pansy-like, you won't tell Yuffie how you feel." Stringy says, with Emi nodding beside her.

"And since you won't swallow your damn pride, you won't say sorry when you do something wrong with Yuffie." Emi says, glaring at him slightly.

Is it me, or is the glare burning my head right now?

"Soooo…the request. You will do it right?" Emi asked.

I think about it. What's the worst they could do? I agree. How many times have I made this mistake?

Then Stringy continues before I could change my mind," As a request from SQUFFIE, you must get together with Yuffie and we will help you."

Only God knows how much I wanted to throw her off that roof and into a pit of Heartless.

A/N: GAH! I'm tired. I know it's not very good, so I might fix it and stuff. Until next time! Ja ne!