I'll be here...
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A retelling of Final Fantasy VIII
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The characters and events portrayed in this fanfic are in no way mine, and are solely the property of SquareSoft/SquareEnix.
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The wind was light with a warmth that wasn't common, even in the months before summer. It's carefree movements were the exact representation of the mood that settled upon the Garden: calmness. Exams were a dream, even though they were approaching fast. No one cared lately about becoming a SeeD or not, it wasn't something they had to worry about yet. Today, the students of Balamb Garden weren't students, they were mearly residents. Even with the new students from Trabia, it felt like there was little difference in the student body. All the transfers were mellow and didn't seem to be problems. They didn't offer much competition for the upperclassman, particulatly Fuujin, who was currently sitting in the cafetiria, arms crossed, head rested in the crook of her elbow, and a cup of three hour old coffee resting by her shoulder. As of late the infamous Secuirity Council had been all but disbanded. Seifer was always training with Squall or sleeping, always procrastinating his duties with the council, and Raijin was always in the village nearby, sleeping and eating.
The silence had become almost unbearable to Fuujin, she wanted something, ANYTHING to happen. The lunch ladies and their chatting wasn't enough to overpower the silence. Fuujin hated calm. When things were calm she had nothing to do. She almost wanted to scream just to break the silence for a few seconds. She looked up at the window for hotdogs, it was empty. The middle of lunch, and no one was waiting for hotdogs. There had to be something going on for there to be no line for hotdogs. Sniffing her coffee she grimaced. It had grown what seemed like a skin. She put in on the counter for the lunch ladies to deal with, and wandered around the reaches of the cafeteria for a while. Normally there were people yelling and lauhing at lunch, but today it was empty except for her. Fuujin hated it. She hated when it was noisy, but at least she wasn't bored.
The intercom clicked on, the calm voice of Xu echoing around the garden. "Students, may I please have your attention. In half an hour all new students are required to meet in the Quad, all upper classman are also required to be in attendance. Also, for the next three hours the Training Center will be closed to ALL members of the student body, and faculty, if you are currently training please finish your battle and exit immediatly. Any students found in the Training Center after 13:00 hours will be disciplined. Thank you that is all." Fuujin was jumping for joy, finally a chance for some discipline.
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Swords clashed together, sparks flying off the hard metal.
"Come on Squall... I know you are better then this" Seifer wheeled around as he went in for another strike.
Quickly Squall brang his gun blade shooting it across, throwing Seifer off quickly. "Oh fuck off Seifer."
They're voices were carried off into the mountains. The grass was thin, and the air was dusty. In Garden it was a calm day, here, in the training pod outside garden... it was a battlefield.
They both took out all the anger and fed into their gunblades.
"You know Squall... you aren't ever gonna be better then me"
"And you think you'll be better then me?" Squall said back hatefully.
Their training was interupted by a loud voice over the speakers. "All students report to the Quad for Spring Orientation." in was dull and monotonous, much like Spring Orientation. Squall threw off Seifer's blade again and sheathed his weapon, farbeit for him to get stuck in the training center with the head of the discipline commitie. "Squall, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Seifer paused letting Hyperion down to his side.
Squall glanced at seifer irritably, it was obvious what he was doing. Without even saying another word he strolled out of the training area, heading in the general direction of the Quad, very slowly.
"Oh honestly, so obendiant aren't we Squall." Seifer taunted from a distance, trying his best to provoke Squall into more of a battle. Squall meerly glanced over his shoulder, and continued walking.
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The wide stadium seeting was filled with girls and guys chattering back and forth about everything under the sun, except for exams and SeeDs. The teachers sat in a line at the front, whispering to eachother, occasionally looking up into the stands or to Cid. The microphone fedback and the shrill shock rushed over the stands, Cid cleared his throat, and all went silent.
"Welcome to Orientation." Cids voice carried over the PA system, and there was sparse applause that died down quickly. "Now, as you all know, SeeD exams are quickly approaching, as are finals for those who aren't applying to SeeD this year. I know it's been a long year, but the end is quickly approaching, please take all your actions seriously in the coming weeks, because from now on, EVERYTHING you do will affect you SeeD ranks, and your chance of acceptance." A heaviness set upon the students, the light air that seemed so prevalalent faded, and the truth that the time had come to buckle down became obvious. No more parties in the Training Center, no more late night visits to Balamb. "I would also like you all to give a welcome to all the transfers from Trabia, learn to get along with them because in a few weeks time, they will be your team members, and the people you have to trust with your life. The next few weeks will be stressful, but there will always be time to relax. Enjoy the next few weeks students. Good Afternoon." The PA shut off, and there were whispers everywhere, which turned slowly into hurried movement. Books had to be studied, monsters had to be fought. Squall sat silently for a few minutes, looking down at the gum infested vinyl, and thinking about what he would do. A tap on his shoulder, cold metal of Hyperion grazing his neck.
"We weren't finished." Seifer looked distatefully down at Squall, challanging him yet again.
"Fine, Whatever." Squall unsheathed his blade and headed of toward the training pods again, "see you there." His blade rested on his shoulder, his other hand in his pocket. Seifer watched him walk, his eye twitching slightly.
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A retelling of Final Fantasy VIII
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The characters and events portrayed in this fanfic are in no way mine, and are solely the property of SquareSoft/SquareEnix.
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The wind was light with a warmth that wasn't common, even in the months before summer. It's carefree movements were the exact representation of the mood that settled upon the Garden: calmness. Exams were a dream, even though they were approaching fast. No one cared lately about becoming a SeeD or not, it wasn't something they had to worry about yet. Today, the students of Balamb Garden weren't students, they were mearly residents. Even with the new students from Trabia, it felt like there was little difference in the student body. All the transfers were mellow and didn't seem to be problems. They didn't offer much competition for the upperclassman, particulatly Fuujin, who was currently sitting in the cafetiria, arms crossed, head rested in the crook of her elbow, and a cup of three hour old coffee resting by her shoulder. As of late the infamous Secuirity Council had been all but disbanded. Seifer was always training with Squall or sleeping, always procrastinating his duties with the council, and Raijin was always in the village nearby, sleeping and eating.
The silence had become almost unbearable to Fuujin, she wanted something, ANYTHING to happen. The lunch ladies and their chatting wasn't enough to overpower the silence. Fuujin hated calm. When things were calm she had nothing to do. She almost wanted to scream just to break the silence for a few seconds. She looked up at the window for hotdogs, it was empty. The middle of lunch, and no one was waiting for hotdogs. There had to be something going on for there to be no line for hotdogs. Sniffing her coffee she grimaced. It had grown what seemed like a skin. She put in on the counter for the lunch ladies to deal with, and wandered around the reaches of the cafeteria for a while. Normally there were people yelling and lauhing at lunch, but today it was empty except for her. Fuujin hated it. She hated when it was noisy, but at least she wasn't bored.
The intercom clicked on, the calm voice of Xu echoing around the garden. "Students, may I please have your attention. In half an hour all new students are required to meet in the Quad, all upper classman are also required to be in attendance. Also, for the next three hours the Training Center will be closed to ALL members of the student body, and faculty, if you are currently training please finish your battle and exit immediatly. Any students found in the Training Center after 13:00 hours will be disciplined. Thank you that is all." Fuujin was jumping for joy, finally a chance for some discipline.
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Swords clashed together, sparks flying off the hard metal.
"Come on Squall... I know you are better then this" Seifer wheeled around as he went in for another strike.
Quickly Squall brang his gun blade shooting it across, throwing Seifer off quickly. "Oh fuck off Seifer."
They're voices were carried off into the mountains. The grass was thin, and the air was dusty. In Garden it was a calm day, here, in the training pod outside garden... it was a battlefield.
They both took out all the anger and fed into their gunblades.
"You know Squall... you aren't ever gonna be better then me"
"And you think you'll be better then me?" Squall said back hatefully.
Their training was interupted by a loud voice over the speakers. "All students report to the Quad for Spring Orientation." in was dull and monotonous, much like Spring Orientation. Squall threw off Seifer's blade again and sheathed his weapon, farbeit for him to get stuck in the training center with the head of the discipline commitie. "Squall, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Seifer paused letting Hyperion down to his side.
Squall glanced at seifer irritably, it was obvious what he was doing. Without even saying another word he strolled out of the training area, heading in the general direction of the Quad, very slowly.
"Oh honestly, so obendiant aren't we Squall." Seifer taunted from a distance, trying his best to provoke Squall into more of a battle. Squall meerly glanced over his shoulder, and continued walking.
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The wide stadium seeting was filled with girls and guys chattering back and forth about everything under the sun, except for exams and SeeDs. The teachers sat in a line at the front, whispering to eachother, occasionally looking up into the stands or to Cid. The microphone fedback and the shrill shock rushed over the stands, Cid cleared his throat, and all went silent.
"Welcome to Orientation." Cids voice carried over the PA system, and there was sparse applause that died down quickly. "Now, as you all know, SeeD exams are quickly approaching, as are finals for those who aren't applying to SeeD this year. I know it's been a long year, but the end is quickly approaching, please take all your actions seriously in the coming weeks, because from now on, EVERYTHING you do will affect you SeeD ranks, and your chance of acceptance." A heaviness set upon the students, the light air that seemed so prevalalent faded, and the truth that the time had come to buckle down became obvious. No more parties in the Training Center, no more late night visits to Balamb. "I would also like you all to give a welcome to all the transfers from Trabia, learn to get along with them because in a few weeks time, they will be your team members, and the people you have to trust with your life. The next few weeks will be stressful, but there will always be time to relax. Enjoy the next few weeks students. Good Afternoon." The PA shut off, and there were whispers everywhere, which turned slowly into hurried movement. Books had to be studied, monsters had to be fought. Squall sat silently for a few minutes, looking down at the gum infested vinyl, and thinking about what he would do. A tap on his shoulder, cold metal of Hyperion grazing his neck.
"We weren't finished." Seifer looked distatefully down at Squall, challanging him yet again.
"Fine, Whatever." Squall unsheathed his blade and headed of toward the training pods again, "see you there." His blade rested on his shoulder, his other hand in his pocket. Seifer watched him walk, his eye twitching slightly.