Alrighty, and lets get going!Okay, so like, enter Laguna and Julia. (don't know why, just wanted to try it out, go ahead and tell me how you feel about it, I've got an alternate chapter ready)
shuffles, not quite knowing what to do
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lets go!
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CH.5 Debt of Tears
Rinoa's face was awash with tears, no matter what she did. Of course, to her, betrayal was so evident, she almost wanted to die, on that spot. And then, her own memories did some things of their own, and she remembered the many instances. The instances where, she had thought someone finally cared for her, although some of them were rather personal to her authors note: this is obviously to protect my fairly dubious rating--note within note: later chapters--anyway, I don't think you want her reminiscing about THAT, do you?
She held them cherished. But, her fury outweighed anything she could ever feel, while standing alone on this brodge, looking at the rushing ocean beneath her, in the distance, the continent of Esthar rushed up to meet their high speed.
She walked out the door
A mumbled word
"Time to pay the debt"
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A single feather floated onto an outstretched palm, the hand closed. A bright flash of light. Now, Seifer was standing over his, blade poised, he brought it down with power fueled with hatred and almost sibling rivalry. Another flash, and their matron stood before them, now melting into the floor. The memories moved piece by piece, going on for hours until fnially, another memory could continue. And the tiny, unharried, part of his mind, not caught up in the bliss of excitement, speed, and frenzy, thought one thing
I promised.
I'll be there
With that, he could not allow it. This was the end of this ridiculous charade. He picked himself up off of the supporting metal, and walked out the door.
-------------------------------------------A consciousness, yet, no one------------------------------The body was falling, the bright blue garment pooled out behind it in the continuous rush of wind
"Why?"
The thoughts racing through its head were not enough to save it now. This was the end. She remembered vaguely, her name had been… what had It been?
That wasn't important anymore
Squall was happy, Everyone else was happy, so obviously, she was simply and extra piece. She remembered Trabia. She had stood on the ruined basketball course, and confessed the feelings that she had had for so long.
"It's like I'm on a different wavelength, and when I catch up, its like, where is everyone, and will they all be here when I get back?"
So she plummeted towards the dusky, variegated forest that stood between the Ragnorak, her, and the earth. She was overcome by a marvelous sensation. Falling is, happy, isn't it?
And then she heard the voice.
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Julia jerked awake, drenched in sweat.
"Laguna…" The form sitting next to her continued to snore softly
"LAGUNA"
He stirred slowly, muttering something about waffles
"hmmm…"
I
"I had that dream about falling again, you know that horrible one, where I see red, and blue, and then I'm falling, but I have long, black hair, and then a forest…" She seemed to be almost hysterical about it, unaware that Laguna was peacefully slumbering yet again.
She drifted back to sleep.
When she awoke in the morning, she realized two things. One, waffles, and two, it was a glorious Autumn day, the sunlight cascaded forward in a pillar of warmth through the window and across the white satin sheetes of the bed in the high-rise apartment. Moving slowly, she walked down the stairs for breakfast. Laguna stood by the oven, the newest edition on the magazine, Timber Maniacs, in his hand, and flipping over waffles with the other.
"Hey, see you're up"
"Yah…"
It was a comfortable silence. They had moved in together only a couple weeks ago, tired of meeting all the time. Laguna had for a long time had aspirations to quit the Galbadian military, but because it was the only paying job he had, he kept it.
"So, Kiros and Ward are droppin' by in a couple hours, we've got to patrol this new Esthar hell-prison, or something like that"
"Really? Well then, want to tell me what it's called? This "hell-prison?"
"Lunatic Panacea, or something like that, I think it sounds like a mental institution, but me and a couple other guys have a pot goin' to see what it really is."
"Very nice"
Though they ate breakfast in silence, partly because of Laguna's 'balance' waffles, which were burnt on the outside but frozen on the inside, they were very comfortable together.
Ward had once said that anyone unlucky enough to put a finger between them, would lose there hand and probably an arm before they could turn and run.
But now, as in Squalls memory before, there came a knock on the door, and EVERYTHING would soon change.
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Okay, so like, enter Laguna and Julia. And a whole two months on an update. Well, it's bound to happen
