A/N: A different version of how the lives of the characters could have lived if their lives were not the same as the game dictates. Alternate reality, you get the point. I hope this will be an enjoyable read. Rinoa/Squall and Selphie/Irvine haters should avoid later chapters.
Re-write of the original chapeter with alterations suggested by naysaysfire, to whom Ihope the chapter has become more enjoyable. Some parts have been changed stightly but only with added or deleated sentences, read again if you'd like.
"Caraway?" She screamed as she slammed her way through the city mansion "Where are you old man, this isn't funny anymore!" Her cries were becoming more and more frustrated each time she called his name. After hearing loud noises downstairs, she had been awoken. She had dragged herself down stairs, still in her pyjamas, and began searching for President Caraway.
Her dog Angelo ran to one of the closed doors, maddeningly barking and whimpering, Caraway's study. Realising the door was still shut she pounded on it with her fist. Much to her surprise the door creaked open. He never leaves the door unlocked. Her heart pounded in her chest she tried the light switch but nothing happened, after a few more tries she realised nothing was ever going to happen.
She made a small ball of fire in her hand to help her see. It provided her with very poor illumination, although providing enough for her to see the torn fabrics and mess around her. As she put her foot forwards another step she felt a warm thick liquid seep through her sock, her heart skipped a beat as she plucked up the courage to make the flame bigger.
Tears fell freely from her eyes as she plummeted to the ground at what she saw, whispering through heavy breaths, "Daddy?"
Only minuets later she was outside wrapped in blanket as the flashing lights and sounds of an ambulance and several Galbadian army trucks attracted the attention of bystanders, who took it upon themselves to gather around the house. She fought back the tears as her father's second in command saluted her before talking. She stopped listening soon after he told her of his sorrows for her. Instead she listened intently for the sounds of the Esthar spaceship the Ragnarok and President Laguna Loire along with doctors capable of healing her father. Come on Uncle Laguna where are you?She glanced at her hands, still stained with the blood of her father; her clothes were also a mess of red splatters and pools.
It wasn't long before her prayers were answered and President Laguna slowly approached her, followed by Kiros and Ward, his bodyguards and advisors of sorts. He held out a hand for her and she took it, completely dismissing the Sergeant talking to her. Angelo growled briefly at the man before following her owner. "Kiros, You and I shall escort Rinoa to the shuttle while Ward fetches some essentials." Laguna turned to ward, "Fetch only photographs from her room and the emergency case that always remains packed. Then come straight back to the shuttle." Ward nodded, as he was unable to respond by many other means.
On board the shuttle she walked calmly up the seating aisle before collapsing against one of the chairs, so grief stricken even the skies began to darken and sheet lightening crackled through the clouds. She felt Laguna's step-daughter Ellone cup her hands around her shoulders, helping her back to her feet as she guided her back on course. "A thunderstorm will not help us escape from this place." She spoke softly while guiding Rinoa to her seat. Rinoa nodded and the skies became less troubled before another wave of grief hit.
Before taking the seat next to her, Ellone thought about Laguna requesting that she come along with him because of her ability to calm people. Only now, after seeing the emotional state of her old friend could she even begin to understand why. Taking Rinoa's hand she attempted to steady the girl, some of the blood transferring from Rinoa's to her own hand. A momentary flashback of her own parent's death flashed before her eyes. This flight to Esthar was not going to be pleasant.
A/N: So tell me what you think, no flames though please. I'll try and get the next couple of chapters up as quickly as possible depending on the reviews. I would like 3-5 + reviews if possible before I want to update. I do accept anonymous reviews as well so even if you don't have an account I will accept a review.