A/N: Just a muse. My first try with Squinoa. 3

DISCLAIMER: FF8 ain't mine.


He was wild, his thoughts swarming violently at an alarming rate. He was weary, not allowing anyone near his personal threshold, eyes glinting sharply, as if to ward off anyone who dared to intrude. Dark, auburn hair waved flawlessly with the wind, and she couldn't help but stare deeply into the bright crimson line crossing his wrinkled forehead.

Always. He was always doing his best to push everybody away. When she noticed how the corners of his lips would tighten when he struggled for words, she would always make the effort to do all the talking for him.

Most of the time, though, she couldn't resist wanting to hear his voice.

Her curious eyes always followed him whenever he was within range, waiting on his every move, every word. She wanted to know-what were his interests? What kind of woman did he prefer? His favorites, dislikes-everything.

In due time, she hated herself for wanting to see more of him, and every single time he'd come into view, she'd mentally utter curses for selfishly wanting to keep him all to herself.

"Smile," she demanded, causing a subtle glare to snap her way. Strange. Despite the threatening aura he emitted, no fear seeped into her bones, rather, her whole body trembled in excitement as he sighed in frustration. Either way, at least she was getting an emotion out of him. "Come on, please?"

I just want to know how you feel.

What was it about him that made her want to bother him so much? Why was it that an urge to giggle idiotically would emerge from her when he placed a bedeviled hand on his waist, when his hand would press on his forehead whenever irritated? What was it about him that had her so... intrigued?

If she were to think about it, one would say... she was fixated with his eyes. They were so focused all the time, like a lion and its prey, never looking elsewhere. She wanted to be the object of his attention. She wanted to stare at those deep, blue eyes, and she wanted him to stare back. Even if she had to be the prey to be the one he would focus on.

"You know, just one smile, and girls would flock to you," she grinned, casting a teasing glance over to him sideways, observing him from the corner of her eyes. "Wouldn't you want that?"

Without having to look, she knew from the ragged sigh that he had rolled his eyes, shifting his body to rest on one foot with a hand on his waist. He shook his head.

"Whatever."

It might be a while before she could tame this particular lion.


A/N: Whatever.