Disclaimer: Though I can only dream, I do not own Square Enix or the Final Fantasy franchise.
Basic Summary: A fictionalized romance story of Rinoa and Seifer.
ファイナルファンタジーVIII: Pearl Moon
Final Fantasy VIII: Pearl Moon
Written by: sexy jpop
Prologue
How long has it been since I last saw him? I stare out my window, watching trees and animals fly past the window as the train zooms through the cities. Days and days have passed since we both sat in this room together. Every breath I take I can still smell him; feel him; hear his voice…but he's not here. First loves are always the hardest to let go, and I'm not ready to. This is my story. A story of love on a forever moving platform…
I can't hold back, and I refuse to…
Chapter 1: Ice melted
It was early afternoon as the sun poured its heat onto the town of Timber's streets. Rinoa wiped her face from sweat with her arm as she dug a spoon into her flavored ice. She hummed praises as the cold ice delicately melted in her mouth performing a cooling sensation for her body.
"This is exactly what I needed!" She said to her comrades of the Timber Owls retaliation group.
"Well hurry up, Princess, We need to be going soon." A young man said, throwing his head into his palms from exhaustion.
"I'm almost done." She pushed back, scooping up another bite of ice.
She laid her head back on the bench to enjoy what was left of her treat. Everyone slowly headed back to the train station, leaving her behind in frustration. She didn't notice, her eyes closed, and continued to talk.
"And I don't see why we are in such a big hurry to listen to you talk about yourself all day. We never really get much work done!" She smiled and giggled to herself, not noticing there were no responses from her group.
"You've got a mouth on you." An unfamiliar voice approached her, forcing her to put her hand over her eyes so she could see through the sun's glare. He was dressed in a white trench coat with a cocky smile on his face. Rinoa's eyebrows furrowed and one rose slightly when she noticed he was talking directly to her and no one else was around.
"Its how I survive in my group," She smiled "but I think I lost them."
"No, they're over there somewhere at the magazine stand near the station. Are you leaving somewhere?" He put his hands in his pockets and shifted on the balls of his feet.
"Not exactly," she paused "I live on a train."
"A train?" he laughed at the thought. "That would be interesting."
"It's okay, I suppose. It has its ups and downs." She said. "Why don't you sit? The boys are probably looking through the latest dirty magazine and I wouldn't want to bother them. I have time." She playfully tongued the words. He chuckled and slid beside her on the bench when she made room.
"What did you have?" He pointed at the empty cup in her hand.
"Cherry-flavored ice. I always get it when I'm around here, it's my favorite treat."
"All that love for some chiseled ice with flavored syrup?" He poked at her with his word.
"Yes. Love can be simple sometimes, you know." She poked back. "Why don't you come see my home? It's not very decorative, but it's cozy."
"You think the boys will mind?" He teased.
"The boys will do what I say. I'm their 'princess'." She proudly played back.
"Is that so? Well then, let's see what you're made of."
"Come on, then. I'll show you. I'll have them around my feet like dogs in a heartbeat" She laughed at her comments, and was delighted her understood her light hearted gesture. They bother stood up and pushed their way through a few people to the magazine stand where the boys were standing giggling like little girls.