Waltz for the Moon
**Disclaimer; I don't own the final fantasy characters, squaresoft do (i think).**
Author's note: Please review, for the love of God! It only takes five seconds (approximately!) and it would make me a very happy bunny. Thank you. Now read the story!
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*Squall?*
Her limbs felt heavy, yet they were numb, almost as if they didn't exist. Perhaps they didn't. Perhaps she didn't exist any more.
Clouds of mist obscured her thoughts, veiling her brain. Only a few words managed to penetrate that mist. The others were gone, lost forever. Why couldn't she think properly? She would have frowned in frustration, only the muscles in her face seemed to have given up completely. She could feel her hair, uncomfortably warm against her neck and shoulders, gently brushing the shoulders of her azure-blue dress. She could not see, but what could she feel?
Cold steel around her delicate wrists, tightly clamped into place. She shuddered involuntarily, and felt vibrations running down her spine. At least they were something tangible, something she knew was there.
*Squall?*
The name struggled up through the thick fog in her mind and bubbled up to the surface. What would he be thinking? If he thought she didn't love him - if he thought that was why she had left -
She choked back a sob and forced herself to arrange her thoughts. Why had she left?
She hadn't left. She had been taken.
It had been the middle of the night, her arms had been around Squall. Her head had been resting on his firm chest, finding just the right place. The moonlight had been playing on his beautiful, soft brown hair, playing the waltz she knew so well from the night they had first met. And then -
The waltz had changed abruptly to a tune so fast, so erratic, yet so eerie that she could not keep track of it. Her mind had been seized, before her body - a strong, ghostly hand reaching out to snatch her, to tear her away -
Another ghostly hand, ripping away her necklace -
Her ring.
She didn't know how she had not noticed it before. Its familiar, cool presence on her bare neck was absent, leaving only a burning hollow of grief in its place. At least, with her ring, she would have felt whole. Now she felt thoroughly alone, empty, and -
Full of love for Squall. Her knight.
She could hear footsteps approaching, the vibrations being sent along the cold stone floor to where she lay. She shrank back automatically.
The silhouette whipped away the compression helmet that was clamped over Rinoa's face. Light, albeit dingy and dark,but light all the same, flooded Rinoa's eyes. She shook her head and flexed her fingers, finally looking up to meet the hollow eyes of a shadowy silhouette. She tried to move, to scramble away, but her hands were still crushed together in the cold steel chains, her legs cuffed to the cold floor. She could see the rest of the room now; a dingy, dungeon-like place with a strange light emanating from each of its four corners. A strange, cold-looking throne was inset into the soaring, high wall at the back of the room. The sight nagged something at the back of her memory. It was altered, but she was almost positive it was -
"Rinoa"
The voice wasn't coming from the silhouette, it was coming from behind her. Rinoa tried to twist round to see who was speaking, but the chains held her firmly in place. The silhouette before her started to speak, in a harsh, grating, faintly Russian accent.
"Kurse that Squall. That insufferable SeeD. Trying to make mind kontakt with the possessed."
Mind contact? Ellone?
Possessed?
"I hope that you have disabled his ability to make mind kontact..."
The other voice, slow and swaying, with an unpleasant lag between words, spoke up.
"Yesss, Sssorceress..."
"What will be done next? We have obtained the girl. She has the powers needed to make the kaste of eternity. We need the boy too. Must we take him by force? He will need to die anyway."
Die? Squall? No!
But she was helpless. She felt so useless. She could not do anything. She was sitting here listening to them talk of killing Squall, and she couldn't lift a finger to help him. What a failure she was. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
*I love you, Squall...*
The slow, swaying voice sounded again...it was a surprisingly young voice, almost -
"Theee riiingg. I have curssssed the ring. If he weaaarsss the riing some haaarm wiill befaall hiim at the perfecct time. Theen he will beee weeakk enough for us too overcome him..."
*Don't wear the ring Squall, don't touch the ring, please, for me Squall...*
She tried to communicate to his mind, but she couldn't. She remembered what the silhouette had said...his mind contact powers had been disabled...
Even as she was thinking, the silhouette was becoming clearer. Colours of purples and pinks swathed the misty figure, and horns began to sprout from an ornate headpiece. The mist cleared, and she was standing there, a lethal expression written on her evilly beautiful face. The crimson lips opened, leering cruelly at her.
"Kome here and show our young lady who you really are."
More footsteps. A smaller, more petite figure edged into view. Mist trailed behind her and she walked with a swaying step, almost as if she was unreal, surreal...
Rinoa slowly looked up at the figure above her, first the white shoes, the white legs, the clinging dress, the narrow waist, the arms, draped with a filmy green shawl, the face -
What Rinoa saw there almost stopped her heart.
And miles away, tears streaming down his face, Squall Leonheart grasped the cool metal of the ring around his neck, praying that somehow, in some way, it would take him to the woman he loved.
So, how was it? For the love of God, review it to tell me how it was and whether it is worth a continue. It only takes a few seconds to review, and it would make me really, really happy!!!! :)
**Disclaimer; I don't own the final fantasy characters, squaresoft do (i think).**
Author's note: Please review, for the love of God! It only takes five seconds (approximately!) and it would make me a very happy bunny. Thank you. Now read the story!
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*Squall?*
Her limbs felt heavy, yet they were numb, almost as if they didn't exist. Perhaps they didn't. Perhaps she didn't exist any more.
Clouds of mist obscured her thoughts, veiling her brain. Only a few words managed to penetrate that mist. The others were gone, lost forever. Why couldn't she think properly? She would have frowned in frustration, only the muscles in her face seemed to have given up completely. She could feel her hair, uncomfortably warm against her neck and shoulders, gently brushing the shoulders of her azure-blue dress. She could not see, but what could she feel?
Cold steel around her delicate wrists, tightly clamped into place. She shuddered involuntarily, and felt vibrations running down her spine. At least they were something tangible, something she knew was there.
*Squall?*
The name struggled up through the thick fog in her mind and bubbled up to the surface. What would he be thinking? If he thought she didn't love him - if he thought that was why she had left -
She choked back a sob and forced herself to arrange her thoughts. Why had she left?
She hadn't left. She had been taken.
It had been the middle of the night, her arms had been around Squall. Her head had been resting on his firm chest, finding just the right place. The moonlight had been playing on his beautiful, soft brown hair, playing the waltz she knew so well from the night they had first met. And then -
The waltz had changed abruptly to a tune so fast, so erratic, yet so eerie that she could not keep track of it. Her mind had been seized, before her body - a strong, ghostly hand reaching out to snatch her, to tear her away -
Another ghostly hand, ripping away her necklace -
Her ring.
She didn't know how she had not noticed it before. Its familiar, cool presence on her bare neck was absent, leaving only a burning hollow of grief in its place. At least, with her ring, she would have felt whole. Now she felt thoroughly alone, empty, and -
Full of love for Squall. Her knight.
She could hear footsteps approaching, the vibrations being sent along the cold stone floor to where she lay. She shrank back automatically.
The silhouette whipped away the compression helmet that was clamped over Rinoa's face. Light, albeit dingy and dark,but light all the same, flooded Rinoa's eyes. She shook her head and flexed her fingers, finally looking up to meet the hollow eyes of a shadowy silhouette. She tried to move, to scramble away, but her hands were still crushed together in the cold steel chains, her legs cuffed to the cold floor. She could see the rest of the room now; a dingy, dungeon-like place with a strange light emanating from each of its four corners. A strange, cold-looking throne was inset into the soaring, high wall at the back of the room. The sight nagged something at the back of her memory. It was altered, but she was almost positive it was -
"Rinoa"
The voice wasn't coming from the silhouette, it was coming from behind her. Rinoa tried to twist round to see who was speaking, but the chains held her firmly in place. The silhouette before her started to speak, in a harsh, grating, faintly Russian accent.
"Kurse that Squall. That insufferable SeeD. Trying to make mind kontakt with the possessed."
Mind contact? Ellone?
Possessed?
"I hope that you have disabled his ability to make mind kontact..."
The other voice, slow and swaying, with an unpleasant lag between words, spoke up.
"Yesss, Sssorceress..."
"What will be done next? We have obtained the girl. She has the powers needed to make the kaste of eternity. We need the boy too. Must we take him by force? He will need to die anyway."
Die? Squall? No!
But she was helpless. She felt so useless. She could not do anything. She was sitting here listening to them talk of killing Squall, and she couldn't lift a finger to help him. What a failure she was. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
*I love you, Squall...*
The slow, swaying voice sounded again...it was a surprisingly young voice, almost -
"Theee riiingg. I have curssssed the ring. If he weaaarsss the riing some haaarm wiill befaall hiim at the perfecct time. Theen he will beee weeakk enough for us too overcome him..."
*Don't wear the ring Squall, don't touch the ring, please, for me Squall...*
She tried to communicate to his mind, but she couldn't. She remembered what the silhouette had said...his mind contact powers had been disabled...
Even as she was thinking, the silhouette was becoming clearer. Colours of purples and pinks swathed the misty figure, and horns began to sprout from an ornate headpiece. The mist cleared, and she was standing there, a lethal expression written on her evilly beautiful face. The crimson lips opened, leering cruelly at her.
"Kome here and show our young lady who you really are."
More footsteps. A smaller, more petite figure edged into view. Mist trailed behind her and she walked with a swaying step, almost as if she was unreal, surreal...
Rinoa slowly looked up at the figure above her, first the white shoes, the white legs, the clinging dress, the narrow waist, the arms, draped with a filmy green shawl, the face -
What Rinoa saw there almost stopped her heart.
And miles away, tears streaming down his face, Squall Leonheart grasped the cool metal of the ring around his neck, praying that somehow, in some way, it would take him to the woman he loved.
So, how was it? For the love of God, review it to tell me how it was and whether it is worth a continue. It only takes a few seconds to review, and it would make me really, really happy!!!! :)