Disclaimers: If Square claims anything, it's theirs. The OCs are all mine though.

Okay, I know I should be writing Last Day, but I just have to write this idea down. Last Day's next chapter is at my beta though. It should come out soon ... maybe.

Well, no alternate summary for this story yet; I can't think of one. The summary outside should be good for now. On with the story.

Prologue: How She Felt

She felt curious.

He was very mysterious. His short, unruly brown hair made her want to try touching it, but she had enough decency to not do it to a total stranger. He also had beautiful eyes. The sharp look that exuded from his icy blue lenses impressed her greatly. She would like to stare at those orbs and observe every crystallized hue they had to offer, if only he would allow it.

He was always there, in the corner of the class, shutting himself from the whole world. For her eight-years-old mind, she couldn't understand for the life of her why he acted like that. While other kids laughed and played together so happily, the boy just brooded in that little corner of his. He was off in his own world, looking out of the window with an expression reminiscent of her daddy when he was thinking. At the beginning, many of her friends had tried talking to him and never got even a glance in return. He was quickly thrown into oblivion by the whole class. It wasn't like that to her, though.

She still looked at him from time to time, occasionally spoke to him even when the reply was always silence. And she was still curious.

"Why don't you join me?" She asked.

"Stay away from me." He replied harshly.

It only intrigued her more. She found out about his house by secretly following him. He lived with a woman with long black hair and a girl whom she assumed was his sister. When the school year ended, she found out that he and his sister moved away, and she became good friends with the motherly woman who had stayed behind. She was told that his parents wanted him and his sister back.

Five years went by and the little boy drifted to the back of her mind. Her only reminder of him was the contact she still kept with his old guardian. One year later, she said goodbye to the gentle woman, to her hometown and moved across the sea with her dad.

At her new school, she saw him again. He was still the loner he had been before, but with some differences. He was a loner, who was in the center of attentions all the time. The girls found him cute, the guys found him cool and the teachers found him reliable. He did grow up to be very handsome guy, handsome and smart. He had a strange choice of friends, though. He befriended a guy who was the very opposite of him. The guy, good-looking he might be, was a jerk, always causing troubles and was avoided by the whole school.

They were always together at the back of the class. He still looked blankly through the window while his friend pissed off random classmates passing by. She also noticed their similar scars and was told that they inflicted those on each other. Why would they be friends if they had scarred each other? Must be a boys' thing, she'd never understand.

She felt nervous.

The class needed to collect money for the year's project, everyone had contributed, everyone except those two. No one had the courage to speak to them, and it somehow became her responsibility to do so. She had no problem with him as she had attempted conversation with him before, when his friend wasn't around. It was his friend, though. She saw a dangerous glint in the guy's eyes when the money was handed to her.

She felt scared.

The next day, she found herself behind the school, pinned to the ground by his friend. She had never been that frightened before. He just stood and watched, unamused by the event. His friend threatened and forced her into being their slave. She really did become their so-called slave, mostly for his friend. She was told to do the guy's homework, to give him massages, to go and fetch stuffs for him, to do stupid things that were invented on the spot just to make her life miserable.

Of course she fought back, but it was all in vain because she was still afraid of what the guy could actually do. At least the guy had the decency to not order her around in public, so she hid the fact from her friends and family. He himself never did anything to her though, but still …

She felt anger.

She hated not only his friend but him also. Why didn't he do anything to help her? Sure, she knew he couldn't care less, but shouldn't he at least say something about this? When she was being mistreated by his friend, why did he act as if it was the most natural thing in the world? Why didn't he care? A part of her was disappointed.

That year passed with her constantly running after him and his friend to clean up their behind. She soon was deemed as one of them and was avoided by her former friends. She was left with only them to keep her company at school, and they obviously weren't the best of companions. Two years later, they all graduated and entered high school. At the end of the first semester, they, her and the two jerks, suddenly made new friends. They were people who accepted them as they were, and she was happy. She was still secretly their slave though, and the new friends had no idea.

He opened up a little more that year, and she got into talking terms with him, they became friends. He would cut in when that guy bullied her, but only when it was getting out of hand. She had thought it was fine and was content with just that. There was still a certain emotional wall between them, though. While he simply didn't care, she still couldn't forgive him for ignoring her when she had needed help the most.

She felt baffled.

It was during the seventeenth year of her life, something happened. Something big!

"What?" She asked in confusion, pulling back from his grasp. He looked straight into her eyes with utmost sincerity. He seemed to be unsure and lost, yet very serious. His lips parted and uttered the words she had never expected to come from him.

"I love you."

Author's Rant: Tell me, (or don't tell me, but maybe answer it in your head) how many of you thought the girl (yes, Rinoa) was being raped, or at least sexually harassed?

I mean, I only realized when I went back to reread it ... "pinned to the ground". Heh, I fooled even myself.

Anyway, do math people. They were all thirteen, not much hormones there. And I wouldn't do that to our favorite heroine now, would I? I'll let her, even make her keep it for Squall. lol

I sure hope this story turns out to be as humorous as the genre said. I'll try my best to keep it funny, but don't expect slapstick because that's just not me.

I'm still wondering if I should have silly conversations with characters like in Last Day.

I need a beta though, anyone? No one is fine, but, anyone?