AN: Hi guys. Sorry it has been so long, but here i am finally updating. I have been out of the country for a few weeks and then spending time to catch up while jet lagged and sick. Proffessors dont realyl care how long or why you are out of the country so ive been having a tough time of it.

I kind of wrote this on the fly, so please excuse any grammer mistakes that you may come across here.

Also, if you are wondering about Man's Inhumanity, ishould be updating that next. I finally have a better idea of where i want the next chapter to go so it should be pretty interesesting. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter, and as alway,s please leave a review.


Squall was stuck in a half-daze of sleep. The back of his mind kept screaming that it was a dangerous place for a SeeD to be. A man of his experience was supposed to know that completely losing all sense for his environment would only end up killing him. However he couldn't help it. Holding her like that, smelling her hair while she continued to mindlessly embrace him throughout the night put him into a rest so peaceful that he couldn't remember the last time he slept so well.

The only thing that kept him half awake was the clanging going on in the background. His senses were slow to pick up the noise and thus his lazy responses were even further delayed.

"Hehehe. Looks like we found us a pretty doll to play with, haven't we boys." The hell? Were there other people around last night? A Doll? Maybe he was still dreaming.

"Yes she will do nicely. And take a look at that. Took the liberty of partially declothing herself already. Very Sexy." That was a different voice. From the sound of it all, a pervert. Who would want to look at a doll that way?

"I'm sure HQ won't mind if we play with one of the terrorists before we ship her off for interrogation. Maybe they will let us do that too." That voice sounded deeper and gruffer. No doubt he was the one in charge. Wait…terrorists….dolls….HQ…..what the hell?

It was only when the muffled whimpers of a girl being held against her will did Squall realize the lack of weight pressed against him. The lingering aroma that captivated him last night was just beginning to wear off as his eyes fully opened and revealed to him that it was morning.

Before him he saw a sight that quite enraged his senses. Those men…two in blue armor and one in red….were going to die. He was going to kill them slowly and with great pleasure. Them, their comrades, and most of their family would have to share their fate for two foolish mistakes those Galbadian soldiers made today.

First they tried to act inappropriately with a woman.

Second they didn't kill him when they had the chance.

Sometimes it paid not to walk around in a SeeD uniform. Before him he saw the same girl from last night gagged and bond while the leader in red held her arms high above her. The other two lackeys grinned mischievously as they waited to sample their prize.

No amount of pain was too good for them now. Perhaps they deserve to know what it means to be eaten alive by a feral animal. No, that was not hurtful enough.

At least it looked as if he woke up just in time before they could...

'I must think clearly. If I overact and lose my cool, even the most skilled warrior would be vulnerable.' Funny, he was one of the most skilled warriors.

With uncanny speed assisted with a Haste spell, Squall's form was suddenly no longer sitting against the wall of that same room, but instead had him standing behind the piggish group with his trusty gunblade drawn. Perhaps this would be the best way for all parties involved.

"What are the odds of just three soldiers against one specially skilled mercenary?" His voice was strong and tough but with a hint of playfulness added to it. He liked to toy with his prey.

Four heads snapped in his direction as the soldiers were surprised to see the otherwise sleeping man now looking at them armed with an unusual weapon. No they did in fact recognize it. It was a gunblade. Those were only granted to SeeD at a certain level and above. He wasn't one of their would be terrorists but a real SeeD.

Already they knew they were screwed.

Rinoa's eyes pleaded with Squall's to save her as tears began to stream down her cheek. He just had to save her. He would do it right? She was supposed to be one of his SeeDs. He promised last night that he would keep her safe!

The leader of the group spoke up, trying not to sound afraid of the opponent in front of his men. At least his armor didn't start clanking when his knees started shaking. "We're here to capture all the terrorists dressed as SeeDs along with all the SeeDs accompanying them. She's coming with-"

"She is not a SeeD and she is not going anywhere with you." Rinoa's eyes further widened with shock. This was not good. He knew she had lied to him. Or maybe, just maybe he was bluffing so they would let her go.

"What are you talking about? She is wearing a SeeD uniform…mostly." That particular soldier with a lecherous smile would be the first to die. Scratch that. He would be last. That soldier would have to watch his comrades slowly being hacked away as he awaited a similar fate.

"It was obviously stolen off of a dead comrade. She's just a villager looking to get out of town and thought dressing like this would convince me to help. Besides, I thought you guys were only on the lookout for terrorists?"

'Damnit! He knows! And he probably thinks I killed the other one.' It was now hard to tell with whom Rinoa would suffer a harsher fate. Karma sure was a pain at times.

"Uh…that is…um…." Their leader stuttered. These were the men who were supposed to go after 'terrorists?'

"I'll make a bargain with you. I fancy the girl. You see this?" From within his coat pocket, Squall pulled out a necklace with a unique symbol hanging around it. It resembled a lion…yet didn't.

"Is that made of …?"

"Mithril. Now I don't want to have to kill you since no one paid for a hit, but I will if I have to. You give me the girl; you get the expensive piece of metal. Everyone's happy. Deal?"

A few moments of silence passed between the confused group as even Rinoa had stopped her momentary whimpering from being held captive like that. She knew what mithril was and how valuable a possession it was. Maybe he didn't suspect the worst from her. Maybe he would save her…Maybe…

"Deal." The one dressed in red roughly shoved his captive towards the intruder. Rinoa fell into Squall's chest though with his weapon drawn with one hand and the necklace in the other, he wasn't able to embrace her and offer the comfort he so desperately wanted her to feel.

The transaction was almost done. He tossed the necklace towards the goons who grinned happily upon receiving their new treasure. The day wasn't a total loss after all. Money would last longer than a cheap romp with a captive girl anyways. Everyone won.

Wrong.

The Galbadian soldiers quickly turned around and began their exit from the room. If a real SeeD was willing to bargain with them, then they weren't going to stick around long enough to aggravate him further.

Now Squall was finally able to comfort the grief stricken girl who was crying against his shoulder. As if cursed, he could feel each and every one of her tears fall upon his coat like a deadly acid that burned its way through with her sorrow. She was hurt, traumatized, and there would be hell to pay.

"Did you really think we could just trade and everything would go back to normal?" The three soldiers who were walking away froze in their tracks, to afraid to even turn around.

Squall's anger only increased exponentially as he continued to hear Rinoa sniffle against him. They would pay for making her feel like that. It didn't matter right now who she really was or what she was doing here. Now was the time for vengeance.

"You take what's mine and think you could simply walk away? Galbadian soldiers are dumber than I thought." Squall's arms fell away from Rinoa as she was moved aside so he could grab his gunblade now with both hands.

Some people found it dirty to kill from behind. Others thought it an act of cowardice. For a SeeD, nothing was unacceptable if it meant survival. For Squall, no method could be too cruel.

"First…Release." It looked like a tornado had descended upon him as a whirl of wind kicked around him. The air itself seemed to fill with more energy as a heavy burden of power was pushed against his prey. Squall's coat was waving rapidly in the windstorm that suddenly came about indoors as his victims started to visually shake.

Squall's eyes suddenly glazed over an aquatic blue as his revolver gunblade suddenly decided to take on a new form. It morphed into an illogical and horribly unaerodynamic shape of twisted blue metal that almost looked like a toy, but was in fact a deadly weapon.

In a deep and deadly voice dripping with Malice, he spoke words that could haunt a man till the end of their days. "They call me the Lion of Winhill, the Protector of Balamb, The Son of Esthar, and the Commander of Garden. They call me, Squall Leonhart."

In movements that Rinoa's eyes could not track, Squall had quickly relieved the enemy in charge of his head and various other limbs as they were sent flying out of the room. The lackey to the right only had moments to register the new spray of blood that now splattered against his uniform only to realize that same sword now protruded from his own belly and was quickly making its way up. That particular man was aptly cut down to size.

And then there was one. One who had only recently stopped with his pervertic glances and lecherous smiles to Rinoa. This was the one who would die last. He would be allowed to turn around. He would be allowed to stare into those near soulless blue eyes of the one who so eagerly and willingly killed his comrades. He would feel every moment of pain as his body was no longer burdened with the weight arms added. His legs would no longer feel the need to lift up and carry a torso tirelessly against gravity each and every day. And finally his poor excuse for a brain would never have to be confined within the sad excuse for a man any longer.

All of this and not a drop of blood was left on Squall or the one whose innocence he sought to protect.

As his flared up anger slowly began to dilute, the squall that had risen up indoors quietly died down leaving a normal looking SeeD with his regular weapon once again. He turned towards Rinoa who continued to look at him wide-eyed throughout the entire ordeal. Somehow she had freed her bound hands and mouth while he dealt with her would be abusers.

Perhaps she now thought him a monster.

When Squall found the body of a petite but shapely woman pressed against him and continuing to cry, his brief worries were quickly released. Not many who had seen him that way believed him to be anything more than a demon..

"Why…why did you save me if you knew I wasn't really a…."

Squall quietly put a finger to hush the girl's words. While his quick massacre didn't leave time for any of his victims to scream, he certainly didn't need this girl's hysterics alerting unwanted persons of their presence.

'Because…I like you…maybe even…'

"I like you. You are my friend." That was something Squall never had many of.


On the other side of the city, making his way out with the collected band of scattered Seeds was one of the men that Squall did indeed call friend. Kind of. Well not so much friend but rather the person he could most tolerate without killing.

His blond hair began to weave into his green eyes as the remnants of a windstorm fluttered away. It was all too obvious to Seifer that his commander had also been in that fateful city, and was probably still there.

With a smirk on his face, he knew that Squall would be mad he came all this way only to find out that Seifer had gathered most of the remaining instructors and had led them out in the middle of the night. It was an ingenious plan. One so well thought out and dedicated that it must have been given to him by someone else. A woman most likely.

No matter. Their objective was almost reached as the Seeds came closer and closer to the transport ships to take them home. One thing did weigh heavily on his mind however. If Squall had to release his first form, something dangerous must have approached. That or someone had really ticked him off.

Again, no matter.

Puberty boy was pretty much a man now. He should be able to handle things on his own.

All that remained was to find him a girlfriend. It shouldn't be too hard. Seifer could guess his tastes.

Come to think of it, he knew the perfect girl for Squall. All he had to do was find her number...


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