Title: Our Hearts Call Out - 3

Author: Kryssi Louise

Rating: PG-13 - You know, drinking in a bar...love interest....some violence.....stuff like that.

Description: Psychotic love triangle that consists of Squall, Rinoa, and Seifer. The outcome is a Rinoa Seifer pairing.

Archive: If anyone is willing to take this story and post it on a web page, let me know first, please!

Disclaimer: Yeah, so I'm just a crazy fan fiction writer who owns nothing of these characters, Square Soft, Final Fantasy...blah blah blah, we all know the drill. I have no material gain from doing this, only the wonderful satisfaction of knowing that I'm torturing innocent people with my writing!!! *evil laughter inserted here*

Feedback: Please get back to me!! I love to hear from people! But could we have some constructive criticism please? The "I hate Seifer and Rinoa together" messages are just a bit annoying.

Authors Notes: This is for Jon and Mike as well as anyone else who has been waiting for me to get the time to write more to this! If you haven't read the first two chapters I suggest you do. Well, guys, after months of waiting, here it is!

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It was only the afternoon but the day had already gone on forever. Squall now found himself sitting in a small, ill-lit, Timber bar trying to collect his thoughts as his 'employer' tried to figure out her next course of action. It had come as a shock to him when he found out that the women he had danced with the night before was also the women who led a resistance faction called the Forest Owls. She had gone to the Garden to meet with Headmaster Cid, whom she claimed was introduced to her by Seifer.

Seifer. Squall stared as his empty glass with intense hatred. A large television screen behind him gave off a sickly blue glow that added to his disgust at the thought of his rival. He still could not understand how such a beautiful women would have anything to do with someone like Seifer, but he supposed it was not his place to question.

He glanced to the table on his right where Rinoa sat with the forever bubbly Selphie. At least he wasn't completely in charge. The contract that had been laid out specified how he and his team members were under the employment of Rinoa and her group. This meant they had to follow her orders. Squall scowled at the thought, "She isn't doing a very bang up job." He let out a sigh and pushed back his chair which made a quick scrapping sound of wood against wood as he stood up. He picked up his glass and walked over to the bar where Zell was seated. Squall slid his glass across the counter.

The bar tender glanced up skeptically, "Another soda, son?" A small smirk crept along the old man's face.

"Yeah." Was the only reply from the boy as he waited for his drink.

Zell was busy studying the wood of the bar, he looked to be deep in thought, "Man, I wish I could buy a real drink." He looked up at Squall, "but I guess we couldn't do that anyway. Since we are working and all."

"Whatever." Squall just shook his head and turned away from the bar with his newly filled glass. He walked back over to the tables and loomed over the girls as they sat discussing something that did not sound like plans to get to the T.V. station.

Selphie giggled, "Yeah, he's cute!" She then added almost horrified, "But I could never tell him that! I'd be too embarrassed." A light blush washed across her cheeks as her hands flew up to them and she shook her head back and forth giggling all the while.

"But maybe he likes you too! You could both have secret crushes on each other, just the both of you don't know it!" Rinoa leaned across the table excitedly as she mentioned the possibility. She was startled a moment as Squall's tall form stood over her.

"We are awaiting our orders. What is our next course of action?" His eyes looked down on her coldly. He did not like delays and this petty conversation was keeping them from reaching their goal.

"Well, from what I understand that door over there," and with a wave of her hand she pointed to a door in the far back, "leads out into an ally that should bring us to the t.v. station. When we get there the only thing left to do is pray that this is a broadcast of peace." Her face beamed with hope as she truly believed that this would be the end of Timber's tribulation under Galbadia.

"Pray all you want." Squall took a drink from his glass, "I think we should get a move on, they will probably start broadcasting soon." He took another drink, emptying the glass then laid it down heavily on the wooden table. With that he walked away from the table and towards the back door.

Rinoa watched after him with sad curiosity. She let out a sigh, "Is he always like this?"

"Yeah, but once you get to know him, Squall really is a good guy." Selphie replied sympathetically.

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Zell watched as Squall pushed open the back door and walked out. He surveyed the room to find the girls getting ready to leave so he too got up and walked outside. The beaming sun was a shock to his eyes after being in the dismal bar and in reaction he squinted, his hand going up to shade his eyes, "Woah! Forgot how bright it is out here!"

There was no reply from Squall as he just stood staring down the alley. Zell shook his head. He could no understand why Squall did not like him. Sure he could be loud at times, but it never seemed to bother other people. Even Instructor Trepe didn't seem to mind. Oh well, maybe he would get a chance to prove himself to his leader.

Selphie suddenly came skipping out the door almost knocking Zell over, "Oh! Sorry! I didn't see you there."

"No problem," he laughed, "I'm as agile as a cat. Nothing can knock me over." He flashed a smile and puffed out his chest. As he took a step forward Selphie stuck out a foot that sent him flying to the cobblestone ground. "Ouch!"

She stood over him, her playful smile wider than it had ever been, "you were saying?" She innocently cocked her head to the side then skipped off to catch up with Rinoa and Squall as they had already reached the end of the alley.

Zell picked himself up and dusted off his clothing before following her. When he reached the group he saw that they were all looking up, following their gaze he saw a giant television screen on the side of a building. There was static across it at the moment but he knew that soon there were be a live broadcast showing on that screen.

"Come on." Squall started to lead the way up some stairs with the others in tow. When they reached a landing in front of the screen they all stopped. Rinoa looked up at it, strong faith burning in her eyes.

"Now we just hope." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Squall mumbled something under his breath, "hope all you want."

Rinoa's eyes darted quickly to him, "what is your problem?"

He almost winced under the piercing gaze of those innocent eyes but he was tired of this women thinking that she was high and mighty when all he saw was a very disorganized group that she lead. "You want to know what my problem is?"

"Yes I do. You've been nothing but uncooperative ever since the failed kidnaping."

"Ok, fine. My problem is I really wonder how serious you are about all this. The fact that Timber is under Galbadian rule is not a game! You are such a small faction, with young boys to do your dirty work, that I wonder how you ever believed you would make any change. You hold meetings on the floor for crying out loud!" He had started to yell, the frustration of it all building up in him. Yet he wondered if that was really his problem. It wasn't like him to blow up at people, he was so used to just burying any feelings inside of him.

"I can't believe you said that." Her eyes were welling up with crystal tears and her lips turned up in a quivering pout as she tried to hold back her emotion. Trying to keep her voice slow and even she retaliated, "This has been my life's work. Ever since I was ten years old I've believed in this! And those boys that you call them have more conviction in what they hold dear than you ever will!" With that she turned and ran back down the stairs. Squall looked over the railing after her, cursing himself for letting things get out of hand.

"Wow, you were a bit hard on her don't you think?" Zell was in shock from what had just happened. He had never heard Squall speak more than three words let alone attack a person on such an emotional level.

"Never mind." Squall sighed as the three turned to see an image appear on the large screen.


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Seifer sat slumped in his chair. He had been ordered to the disciplinary room for the afternoon. It was his punishment for disobeying orders the day before. He cursed under his breath and glanced up over his computer screen to see Instructor Trepe sitting at the desk in the front of the room. Fujiin and Rajiin, he knew, would be waiting outside the door for him. Seifer cursed again, how could he be stuck in his room while the chicken-wuss and Mr. Hero went off to save his woman? Anger burned hotter than hell inside of him. Maybe she had been right, if only he had passed the exam, it would be he who was out there having an adventure and saving the damsel in distress. A crooked smile slide across his lips a moment, "damsel in distress my ass," he thought. Rinoa was stronger willed than a bull seeing red.

It was beside the point, though.

"Instructor," his deep voice suddenly interrupted the silence.

"You know you are not to talk, Seifer." Quistis cut him off without even looking up from her work.

"Oh Instructor, so strict today?" His voice trying to mock her. He never had held her in very high esteem, so what if she had accomplished becoming an instructor at such a young age? She was no different from him.

Quistis only gazed at him over her glasses and replied simply, "If I were you, I wouldn't dig an any deeper hole than I am already in."

He was about to make another curt remark when at that moment a voice echoed through his head, "Seifer..." His whole body felt cold and numb as he realized that he could not move a muscle. His mind was filled with frustration and confusion, "do not worry..." The voice echoed again, "you will be alright..."

"You are confused, angry, you know that you are stronger than what they allow you to show. You're leadership is grand and a great asset to you. My knight, I wish for you to join me. You will have all the power you desire. You will not have to work for it as they make you to do. Seifer, you must join me. You must stand at my side proud and strong. We shall rule together. Join me and I will announce to the world that my knight is with me! You must come to Timber as quickly as possible, there you shall meet me."

Seifer could feel power surging through his body as the voice spoke clearly in his mind. His magic abilities, his fighting abilities, his physical power all felt as if they would explode inside of him as they built stronger and stronger. Then just as quickly as the voice had appeared, it was gone along with the power that held him. He felt as though all the air had been punched from his lungs and he tumbled over in his desk, suddenly becoming aware of Instructor Trepe helping him up from the floor. Her lips were moving, but he could not hear what she was saying.

"....Seifer! Seifer! What's wrong?" Her words pounded his ear drums like a tidal wave crashing into land. Again, he could feel physical power rushing through his body and the only thought he had was to get to Timber. His mind focused on this one thought. With everything he had he got up, throwing Instructor Trepe against the other desks with brutal force. She let out a grunt of pain but he did not hear it. Making a bee line for the door he crashed through the Garden, the questions from Fujiin and Rajiin fell on deaf ears as he drew his gunblade and thundered towards the main gate.

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Rinoa had calmed her emotions and was now wandering the streets of Timber. She could not believe that Squall had said those words to her. To think that she had thought he was a nice guy last night.

"Well he IS under a lot of stress." Her thoughts began to try and make logic of his behavior by making excuses. "What about YOUR behavior?" Oh great, now she was talking to herself.

The back of her head lightly thumped against a brick wall as she leaned against it in exasperation. She stared out into the town's square, not really focusing on any one thing as her thoughts ran rampant in her mind. Squall was good looking, that was for sure; and he seemed to be a good leader. He's eyes were so dreamy, "What are you doing?! Seifer is the one you love! You've never doubted that." Her mind screamed at her, telling her to stop thinking about Squall that way. Besides, this was just a job he is doing, when its over he will leave and she will never see him again. "Unless you go back to Garden..." Rinoa closed her eyes and shook her head wildly a few times. "Alright, its just because you miss Seifer." She told herself.

Just then a long gray coat caught her attention. A man carrying a gunblade ran passed the alley towards the T.V. station. The scar across his face made it undeniable who it was. Seifer. She ran out from the alley and watched after him. He wasn't suppose to be there, he wasn't even a SeeD. Rinoa called out his name but he did not even slow down, he appeared to be driven by an unknown possession. Without even thinking she took off after him at a sprint. Her eyes flashing with worry as he did not seem to be the same man she had fallen in love with.

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There was the Hero and Chicken-wuss standing watching a gigantic television screen. They were blocking the entrance by standing there. His eyes darted around, there had to be another way in. The voice in his head kept pressing him onward, he need to get into the television station. A back stair way suddenly become visible to him. He took it. Taking three steps at a time he made it to the top. Two guards stood in his way, his gunblade drawn he slashed at them and they crumpled to the ground like paper dolls. The clang of metal on metal echoed through the air as the blade hit the railing. He did not stop moving. Confronted with a door he let out a yell as his heavy army boots made contact with the door, ripping it off its hinges. Fury blazed in his eyes as more guards began to swarm him. He could see a podium ahead with a man standing there and camera men all around. He had no idea why, but something urged him to go after that man, he wondered why a moment, until that thought was erased from his mind and his blade lashed out again upon the guards at his side. Suddenly a crack came from the gun as the trigger had been pulled. There was no one else left standing but himself and the man at the podium. They stood and stared at each other a moment. Seifer's chest heaving from the energy that still rushed through him. Fear filling the other man's eyes as the cold, silvery steel of a gunblade was brought to his neck and a large muscular arm wrapped around his pudgy body. Seifer spoke not a word as the echoing voice beckoned him out of the building.

"Seifer what do you think you are doing?!" A male voice ripped through the haze in his mind. Confusion once again took over as he started to panic.

The chicken-wuss tried to make a move, he was yelling something, Seifer couldn't hear it, he was too confused, "Back off chicken-wuss!" Still holding his captive tight he pointed the blade towards the boy, his finger ready on the trigger.

"Give it up Seifer, why are you doing this?" Again the martial arts master made a move.

"Zell no! Leave him alone!" The Hero ordered.

Wild with panic there was another crack as the trigger was released. He could hear a female voice scream the chicken-wuss' name as a skinny yellow blur ran towards the fallen SeeD. The smell of smoke and blood started to fill his nostrils and he was being over taken with nausea. The room around him blurred just before he realized Instructor Trepe was there calling to him. He payed no attention as the urge to leave the room over took him again. Slowly he inched his way to the back door, still holding his captive strong.

"Poor boy..." The voice echoed louder, thundering in his brain.

"Who are you?!" He screamed looking around frantically.

"My poor, poor boy. So misguided." What was a disembodied voice now sounded distinctly female. Seifer widened and blinked his eyes as the wall before him began to look like ripples in a pool of water. A gloved hand appeared along with a slender female body, highly decorated in royal purples and strange jewels. As a women slide through the pool on the wall that then turned solid once more.

"This man is not needed." Without warning she lifted her hand and Seifer's captive was thrown against a near by wall.

Squall and Instructor Trepe had ran into the room but they soon became nothing in the fog that quickly surrounded Seifer. He knew they were yelling at him, but he could not hear a word that was spoken, only the soft, silky voice of this mysterious women, "I will make you my knight. You are a poor troubled boy. Come with me, and you will be stronger than you can imagine." Her eyes widened and a smooth pink tongue slide along her dark purple lips as the thought of power consumed her mind and his. She waved a hand toward the wall and once again it rippled like a pond of cool water. Seifer could think of nothing else other than how inviting it looked. His body able to move once more, he took a step closer until he was absorbed by this magical wall and followed by this mysterious women.

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