Whirligig Descent
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts, and all characters therein belong to Squaresoft and Disney. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter Four "Oblivion"
'Why does it always have to be so damn cold!' Squall mentally cursed as he walked down the hallway, pulling his coat tighter around him. It was late in the evening, and it was always at this time that Squall regretted moving the Garden to Fisherman's Horizon. The breeze off of the sea was always biting and chilly, regardless of the season. He reached for Ifrit in the back of his mind, hoping to summon some warmth, when he realized that he only had Quetzacotl and Shiva. Shiva...goddess of Ice and Snow....Squall felt his left eye twitch and began to walk more hurriedly through the hallway. At least in his dorm he could control the heat.
He had finally been released from the infirmary, for he had managed to convince the good doctor that his latest episode had been cause of the medicine. Anything to get away from those sterile, very irritating walls. Squall frowned at the memory. It was very hazy, and it might have very well been an hallucination, but he was still rather embarrassed and had been purposefully avoiding Seifer. This was rather easy considering one could hear Seifer's voice coming a mile away.
Squall stopped at a window, (an open one, Squall noted angrily) to watch the full moon rise over the vast expanse of water. The water was like a mirror, it was so calm, and if one could see beyond the shore, all sense of direction would be lost. A moonrise with two moons....
"There you are, Leonhart, you son of a bitch!" a voice called with great hostility, effectively startling Squall out of his musings. Bringing his mind back to land, Squall noted with surprise that Seifer was striding up to him purposefully, his coat billowing and looking very pissed off.
Squall could only stand there as Seifer marched up to the window and grabbed a hold of Squall's jacket.
"What is your problem, man? I try to be all noble and ask if you're all right, and you go and totally blow me off!"
"What--what are you talking about?" Squall asked, reaching up to try and remove Seifer's hands.
"Don't play dumb with me. I just saw you, out by the maze."
"But, but I've been in the infirmary...I just got out..."
"Bullshit. I know that was you. Either that or it was someone who was identical to you," Seifer sneered, sarcasm and venom dripping from every word. Squall's eyes widened.
"Where did you say you saw me?" Squall asked, voice cracking oddly.
"Don't give me this shit, Leonhart!"
"WHERE!?" Squall yelled, his voice just as forceful.
"BY THE MAZE, GODDAMMIT!"
Squall jerked himself free of Seifer's grasp and lept out the window, running so hard that his Griever pendant was bouncing almost painfully against his chest. He did not bother with the paths, he merely tore through the bushes and shrubs to get to his destination, despite the numerous times he almost tripped on his own speed.
Using a spell that only gunblade weilders know, Squall summoned Lionheart to his hand and entered the maze. He tore his way through the walls, making the path to the center exceptionally easy. A newfound courage was flowing through him, for Seifer had seen his mirror self, and the fact that Seifer could see him meant that that thing was real, and anything real could be destroyed.
He made it to the center, panting and bleeding from where the vegetation had torn at him, to where his mirror self stood, proud and smirking.
"About time," Mirror Squall said, folding his arms. Squall chuckled softly and pulled himself up to his full height, swinging Lionheart into an arc.
"You can't frigten me this time. You made a mistake: you let someone see you. You're real. And therefore you can die," Squall replied. Mirror Squall looked entirely unimpressed. Rather, he seemed highly amused.
"Is that so? If you want to fight me, I'll be more than happy to. But first, let's see how you fare against the Shadows," Mirror Squall said and snapped his fingers. Almost instantly, the shadows created from the moonlight and hedges shifted and took form, creating dozens upon dozens of tiny creatures. They were small but fast, hands ending in razor sharp claws that could rip a person to shreds. Two glowing eyes were the only features that Squall could make out, as the creatures seemed to suck in all light around them, making the area a lot darker despite the full moon.
Squall gripped Lionheart as tight as he could, eyeing the dark creatures that had begun to swarm and sway hungrily around him. It was a tense second, but one of the creatures grew bold and lept at Squall. Instincts honed from years of battle, Squall swung his gunblade to cut the creature in half. It dissolved promptly back into the shadows, but the rest came as one to attack. Squall was fast and his gunblade mighty, but there were too many of them....and it seemed as soon as he killed one, another came to take its place. Their claws easily ripped through the leather, some penetrating deep into his skin.
There were simply too many....
Squall saw his counterpart watching the scene with an amused, knowing grin, and rage flowed through him. And this made him smile.
Now, when he had nothing to do, Squall's mind went at a thousand miles per hour, his brain processing thought after thought. This made him seem hesitant, indecisive, and entirely unfit for command. However, when in battle, his talented mind had several outlets in which to focus, and therefore his decision, logic, and idea processes were brought to lightning fast, genius levels. And it was this trait that allowed Squall to think of a way to win in this current situation.
Faster than the blink of an eye, Squall had assessed the situation: these creatures that his counterpart had summoned had been of the night. They were nothing but shadows given a false life, and there was a very simple way to dispel darkness.
Squall brought his gunblade parallel with his torso and closed his eyes, reaching to the magic well deep within his soul and chanelled it to the steel in his hand. Shaping the magic with his mind, Squall raised his gunblade and released the built up energy.
"SOLARIUM!" he yelled and a great burst of yellow light exploded from his gunblade. It was a very difficult spell that he rarely performed, but it was extremely powerful. Every thing in existence had a power source, a magical energy that could be tapped into, and Squall had just tapped into the energy of the sun itself.
The force of the light blew the shadow creatures away, dissolving them before they even had a chance to realize that they had been hit. Mirror Squall stood up straighter in surpise as the spell destroyed every shadow in the vicinity. There could be no shadows where it could not hide from the light.
Squall's hands began to burn, and he ceased the spell immediately. The light receeded and the shadows returned, but they were newborn shadows, innocent and not yet corrupted. Squall fell to one knee, exhausted and panting, blood seeping from every cut. A faint clapping started.
"Very, impressive, Squall, I must say. I hadn't been expecting that one. That was very good thinking, dispelling shadows with light. But what would you do if I said that those were the weakest things you'll encounter? What if I said that their brothers can walk and fight in daylight just as easily as they could in the dark? Those were...pure shadows and nothing else. False life. Simple animation of an inanimate thing. I can summon the true shadow creatures if you'd like. Or, if you wish, you could try and take me on. Anything to say to that?" Mirror Squall asked, purring darkly. Squall chuckled and looked up through blood shot eyes.
"Yes, I do."
"And?"
"Renzokouken."
~TBC~
Author's Note: Sorry that's so short, but I had you guys waiting for long enough. You all have a choice: would you rather I rewrite this chapter, or keep it as is and just continue on with the story? I know the action is kind of sudden, but I think that this is where my story is going to start getting good. The destruction of Squall's world.
Also, I don't know if any of you listen to Eminem, or have seen his movie 8 Mile, but in that song "Lose Yourself," there is a verse that goes like this: "I was playin' in the beginnin' but that all changed/ I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage/ But I kept rhymin' and stepwritin' the next.....
Okay, now here, he says the word cypher. I think he says Seifer, but all the lyric websites say cypher. I think it make a lot of sense if he said Seifer, because of the content and how similar their personalities are. A cypher is some sort of counter or whatever and that really makes no sense. Who else can see Eminem playing Seifer if they made an FF8 movie? Anyone? Anyone? It probably is really written 'cypher' in the song, but I like the idea of Seifer. I'll be Em has played the game. Really, that verse of of "Lose Yourself" is perfect for Seifer.
"I was playin' in the beginnin' but that all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin' and stepwritin' the next Seifer
Best believe someone's payin' the pied piper..."
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts, and all characters therein belong to Squaresoft and Disney. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter Four "Oblivion"
'Why does it always have to be so damn cold!' Squall mentally cursed as he walked down the hallway, pulling his coat tighter around him. It was late in the evening, and it was always at this time that Squall regretted moving the Garden to Fisherman's Horizon. The breeze off of the sea was always biting and chilly, regardless of the season. He reached for Ifrit in the back of his mind, hoping to summon some warmth, when he realized that he only had Quetzacotl and Shiva. Shiva...goddess of Ice and Snow....Squall felt his left eye twitch and began to walk more hurriedly through the hallway. At least in his dorm he could control the heat.
He had finally been released from the infirmary, for he had managed to convince the good doctor that his latest episode had been cause of the medicine. Anything to get away from those sterile, very irritating walls. Squall frowned at the memory. It was very hazy, and it might have very well been an hallucination, but he was still rather embarrassed and had been purposefully avoiding Seifer. This was rather easy considering one could hear Seifer's voice coming a mile away.
Squall stopped at a window, (an open one, Squall noted angrily) to watch the full moon rise over the vast expanse of water. The water was like a mirror, it was so calm, and if one could see beyond the shore, all sense of direction would be lost. A moonrise with two moons....
"There you are, Leonhart, you son of a bitch!" a voice called with great hostility, effectively startling Squall out of his musings. Bringing his mind back to land, Squall noted with surprise that Seifer was striding up to him purposefully, his coat billowing and looking very pissed off.
Squall could only stand there as Seifer marched up to the window and grabbed a hold of Squall's jacket.
"What is your problem, man? I try to be all noble and ask if you're all right, and you go and totally blow me off!"
"What--what are you talking about?" Squall asked, reaching up to try and remove Seifer's hands.
"Don't play dumb with me. I just saw you, out by the maze."
"But, but I've been in the infirmary...I just got out..."
"Bullshit. I know that was you. Either that or it was someone who was identical to you," Seifer sneered, sarcasm and venom dripping from every word. Squall's eyes widened.
"Where did you say you saw me?" Squall asked, voice cracking oddly.
"Don't give me this shit, Leonhart!"
"WHERE!?" Squall yelled, his voice just as forceful.
"BY THE MAZE, GODDAMMIT!"
Squall jerked himself free of Seifer's grasp and lept out the window, running so hard that his Griever pendant was bouncing almost painfully against his chest. He did not bother with the paths, he merely tore through the bushes and shrubs to get to his destination, despite the numerous times he almost tripped on his own speed.
Using a spell that only gunblade weilders know, Squall summoned Lionheart to his hand and entered the maze. He tore his way through the walls, making the path to the center exceptionally easy. A newfound courage was flowing through him, for Seifer had seen his mirror self, and the fact that Seifer could see him meant that that thing was real, and anything real could be destroyed.
He made it to the center, panting and bleeding from where the vegetation had torn at him, to where his mirror self stood, proud and smirking.
"About time," Mirror Squall said, folding his arms. Squall chuckled softly and pulled himself up to his full height, swinging Lionheart into an arc.
"You can't frigten me this time. You made a mistake: you let someone see you. You're real. And therefore you can die," Squall replied. Mirror Squall looked entirely unimpressed. Rather, he seemed highly amused.
"Is that so? If you want to fight me, I'll be more than happy to. But first, let's see how you fare against the Shadows," Mirror Squall said and snapped his fingers. Almost instantly, the shadows created from the moonlight and hedges shifted and took form, creating dozens upon dozens of tiny creatures. They were small but fast, hands ending in razor sharp claws that could rip a person to shreds. Two glowing eyes were the only features that Squall could make out, as the creatures seemed to suck in all light around them, making the area a lot darker despite the full moon.
Squall gripped Lionheart as tight as he could, eyeing the dark creatures that had begun to swarm and sway hungrily around him. It was a tense second, but one of the creatures grew bold and lept at Squall. Instincts honed from years of battle, Squall swung his gunblade to cut the creature in half. It dissolved promptly back into the shadows, but the rest came as one to attack. Squall was fast and his gunblade mighty, but there were too many of them....and it seemed as soon as he killed one, another came to take its place. Their claws easily ripped through the leather, some penetrating deep into his skin.
There were simply too many....
Squall saw his counterpart watching the scene with an amused, knowing grin, and rage flowed through him. And this made him smile.
Now, when he had nothing to do, Squall's mind went at a thousand miles per hour, his brain processing thought after thought. This made him seem hesitant, indecisive, and entirely unfit for command. However, when in battle, his talented mind had several outlets in which to focus, and therefore his decision, logic, and idea processes were brought to lightning fast, genius levels. And it was this trait that allowed Squall to think of a way to win in this current situation.
Faster than the blink of an eye, Squall had assessed the situation: these creatures that his counterpart had summoned had been of the night. They were nothing but shadows given a false life, and there was a very simple way to dispel darkness.
Squall brought his gunblade parallel with his torso and closed his eyes, reaching to the magic well deep within his soul and chanelled it to the steel in his hand. Shaping the magic with his mind, Squall raised his gunblade and released the built up energy.
"SOLARIUM!" he yelled and a great burst of yellow light exploded from his gunblade. It was a very difficult spell that he rarely performed, but it was extremely powerful. Every thing in existence had a power source, a magical energy that could be tapped into, and Squall had just tapped into the energy of the sun itself.
The force of the light blew the shadow creatures away, dissolving them before they even had a chance to realize that they had been hit. Mirror Squall stood up straighter in surpise as the spell destroyed every shadow in the vicinity. There could be no shadows where it could not hide from the light.
Squall's hands began to burn, and he ceased the spell immediately. The light receeded and the shadows returned, but they were newborn shadows, innocent and not yet corrupted. Squall fell to one knee, exhausted and panting, blood seeping from every cut. A faint clapping started.
"Very, impressive, Squall, I must say. I hadn't been expecting that one. That was very good thinking, dispelling shadows with light. But what would you do if I said that those were the weakest things you'll encounter? What if I said that their brothers can walk and fight in daylight just as easily as they could in the dark? Those were...pure shadows and nothing else. False life. Simple animation of an inanimate thing. I can summon the true shadow creatures if you'd like. Or, if you wish, you could try and take me on. Anything to say to that?" Mirror Squall asked, purring darkly. Squall chuckled and looked up through blood shot eyes.
"Yes, I do."
"And?"
"Renzokouken."
~TBC~
Author's Note: Sorry that's so short, but I had you guys waiting for long enough. You all have a choice: would you rather I rewrite this chapter, or keep it as is and just continue on with the story? I know the action is kind of sudden, but I think that this is where my story is going to start getting good. The destruction of Squall's world.
Also, I don't know if any of you listen to Eminem, or have seen his movie 8 Mile, but in that song "Lose Yourself," there is a verse that goes like this: "I was playin' in the beginnin' but that all changed/ I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage/ But I kept rhymin' and stepwritin' the next.....
Okay, now here, he says the word cypher. I think he says Seifer, but all the lyric websites say cypher. I think it make a lot of sense if he said Seifer, because of the content and how similar their personalities are. A cypher is some sort of counter or whatever and that really makes no sense. Who else can see Eminem playing Seifer if they made an FF8 movie? Anyone? Anyone? It probably is really written 'cypher' in the song, but I like the idea of Seifer. I'll be Em has played the game. Really, that verse of of "Lose Yourself" is perfect for Seifer.
"I was playin' in the beginnin' but that all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin' and stepwritin' the next Seifer
Best believe someone's payin' the pied piper..."