Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII is property of Squaresoft. No patent infringement is intended.
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Well this is my first fic, and my first trial in writing stuffs after reading fics for about a year or so. I'm a huge fan of Final Fantasy VIII & X, but right now I'm gonna try to write a full story about FFVIII prior to some other ideas I'm harboring in mind. Please review and state your opinion, they're much welcomed and appreciated.
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The moon shone over the field of greens, basking them in a blanket of tranquility, a usual night within the peaceful Balamb continent. The sun had yet shown its glorious rays, the skies filled with glittering stars, dotting the blank piece of dark canvas above.
Squall sat on his balcony, one leg propped up the railing and the other laying inside of it, balancing him from falling over. He had his eyes closed, taking in the cool midnight air that blew with serenity, calming the raging storm that had been taking over his mind for hours. He looked at his watch, showing the time to be 0315.
With years of mercenary training he managed to creep silently over his room, not wanting to wake his roommate Zell. Opening his gunblade case, he grabbed Revolver and exited the room, heading straight to Training Center.
As usual, Training Center showed no sign of life at this hour of the day, even the Grats that usually flock the green grassy areas retired to slumber in their warm comfy nests. A few came out to search for food, but before they can get a bit of those juicy Bite Bugs, they were sliced into two by a black sleek metal, not even having the time to acknowledge what cruel fate had befallen on them.
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Squall pushed open the metal gates, unconsciously scanning the area for any signs of danger, while preparing and warming up for unexpected battles. He proceeded to the far end of the Training Center, and there stood none other than Seifer Almasy, slicing up some Grats.
He's the only gunblader in Balamb Garden other than Squall, and his skill upon wielding Hyperion made him one of the best skilled fighters in Garden. Despite their resemblance in choice of weapons, he and Squall never got along together, being archrival as long as they both remembered. Yet his attitude and discipline problem was always in his way, preventing him from getting his SeeD title after failing for two years straight.
"You're late, Leonhart. Thought you're to busy hiding under your blankets crying and forgot our little meeting here." Seifer mocked in his usual arrogant tone, breaking the silence first, as Squall approached him from behind and sliced the last Grat in his line of sight.
"Whatever, are we going to finish this or what?" said Squall impatiently. He was quite nervous actually, but keeping a nonchalant expression like he used to, he seemed to be too at peace.
Irritated by this, without a word Seifer dashed towards him and spun his body, pulling out Hyperion and struck with great force, catching Squall unprepared, resulting in a desperate attempt of self-defense. He stumbled back a few steps, but quickly regained his balance and struck back with equal ferocity.
Blocking Squall's attack with ease, he thrust Hyperion with lightning speed a few times, Squall barely managed to ward them of and trying hard to defend and strike back. He retreated back a few steps, avoided the overhead slash and rained down series of blows on his nemesis.
Seifer had to use both his hands to hold Hyperion in front of him, cursing under his breath as pain shot up his arms from Squall's heavy blows. He quickly counter-attacked Squall's blow when he saw a gap in the blows, forcing Squall to backed off, allowing both of them to take a sip of well needed air before continuing their seemingly endless battle.
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It had been fifteen minutes, both men were not yet wounded, but quickly approaching physical limit. Both of them being stubborn, refusing to give in, pride and adrenaline pushing them on and on. They exchanged blows after blows of attack with no ends.
Seifer being the older and more experienced gunblader, and having the advantage of greater heights worn Squall down effectively. In desperation, Squall pulled out his limit break, Renzokuken. Seifer had anticipated this move and managed to step out of harms way, but not gone totally unscathed. His left arm barely escaped Revolver, and now bleeding profusely from a deep gash. He cursed out loudly this time, provoked by the injury and in the midst of fury unleashed his own limit break, Fire Cross.
Squall ran towards him ready to strike, but got struck down by the fire magic from Fire Cross. He managed to shun it off with Revolver, but now had lost his footing and fell on the ground. When he finally got up with his head pounding with pain, Seifer took the chance and loomed over him, ready to give the final strike, and the sound of the barrel going off is heard.
Hyperion slashed across Squall's face near the forehead, blood spilled on the battleground. Squall went into berserk, cutting the distance between him and Seifer in a flash, dragging Revolver along the dirt covered ground creating sparks of anger, slashing Revolver upwards towards Seifer…