Chapter Eight
The stars twinkled in their eternal resting places, like lost souls bound there
forever. Rinoa marvelled at them, but also secretly envied them. How their
lives were so simple, there was nothing complicated.
Footsteps behind her, made her turn round, dragging her gaze from her stars.
There he stood, like a dream come true. Maybe he was.
The mist in her brain slowly cleared and she saw, him. The thing that had taken
away her precious love.
"Oh, god," she whispered.
"No, I'm Squall, or rather in his body," Squall replied.
Moving closer to her, she backed away. For the first time she was afraid of
this man, the one she had been destined to love. In his eyes, there was no more
humanity left in him.
"Why do you believe me to be the same as him?" Squall asked. Rinoa did not
reply. "He is no longer here, nor will he ever be again. And you have Andria to
thank for that."
"I don't believe you do," Andria said behind him.
Andria stood there, defiant. Ready to fight him. Rinoa moved back, away from
Squall. "Don't
think I won't kill you," she said.
"I would never dream of calling your bluff, I know you would destroy the one
you love most, if only to destroy me."
"Stop it," she cried.
"Are you unable to handle the truth Andria? I thought you could. It is
painful," he said, slowly walking round her in a circle, "what if you do kill
this body and release me. What will you tell Jake? That you not only killed
your brother, one of your best friends, and anyone else that had been near you,
but you also killed the only man you loved, his father. How will you tell him?"
Andria couldn't take any more. It was too much. Without thinking, she lashed
out at Squall, the dagger still in her hand. Blocking her, he stepped back and
kicked her in the shoulder. Taking the hit, she came back with a punch on his
jaw. He stepped back, stunned slightly.
Anger in his eyes, Squall leapt forward and rallied off kicks and punches at
her, one after the other. Grabbing her hand he threw the dagger to the floor,
then twisted her arm.
"Reminds me of last time, remember what I did to your arm then?"
Andria brought her leg up and kicked him in the face. He held his face where it
stung, blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth. He flicked it away.
"Don't forget," Andria warned, "you're still human. And I killed you once
before."
Squall then pulled out his gunblade, which he had had sheathed before.
"But now I have this," he said.
He then charged towards her, gunblade held high ready to impale her. Thinking
quickly, Andria bend down and in a second's flash stabbed him in the chest, the
knife sinking deep into his flesh.
Amazed, Squall staggered back, and then fell. Andria stood, shocked, not
believing what she had done. Rinoa ran to Squall and knelt down.
"What have you done," she cried.
Andria knelt down on his other side. Squall struggled as if in pain, then
stopped.
"Rinoa," he croaked, and brushed a bloodied hand against her cheek.
"I'm sorry," he said through the pain.
"No, I'm sorry, forgive me Squall," Andria pleaded.
Squall nodded slightly, it was getting harder for him to focus or breathe.
"I wish," he whispered, "… that I could have known my son. Tell him I…"
Squall didn't finish. His last breath escaped his lips, and he died.
"No," cried Rinoa, holding his head, hoping that it would bring him back.
"Rinoa, step back," commanded Andria; she now knew what Daina had meant when
she had said Andria would save Squall.
Rinoa ignored her and stayed, rocking Squall's lifeless body.
Andria concentrated her powers. Rinoa suddenly flew back six feet. Winded, she
slowly got to her feet.
"Andria, what the hell are you doing?"
An aura of red energy surrounded Andria and Squall. Andria placed one hand on
Squall's heart and another on his head. She let her energy, her life force flow
through her.
"My last gift to you," she whispered, "I promise you will see your son."
The red aura then turned white then disappeared. Andria fell onto Squall. Rinoa
slowly, hesitantly stepped towards them. She was unsure what had happened, what
Andria had done. Squall stirred slightly and she jumped. Squall was alive!
Seifer came up behind her and Rinoa looked at him. He nodded slightly.
"Andria gave up her life for your boyfriend," he said sorrowfully.
Slowly he bent down and picked her up. She wasn't even warm now. Slowly and
respectfully he walked away.
**********
Squall, awake now fully, watched Seifer take her away. It was real now; she
couldn't cheat death a third time. He was numb; he couldn't even feel Rinoa's
hugs, or her tears.
The dull pain in his chest slowly went away, but he couldn't feel that either.
There was an ache in his heart though, that made it hard to breathe. Anything
he had wanted to say to her now was too late; she was gone.
Epilogue
"It's a beautiful day, uncle Laguna," Ellone said, trying to cheer Laguna up.
They were visiting Raine's grave once more. Since Laguna had woken up, he had
been quiet and reserved; Ellone knew he was upset about Squall.
"I miss her, you know," he said finally.
"Andria," she asked, unsure about what he meant.
"No," he replied, smiling, "Raine."
"You're afraid Squall will make the same mistakes as a father, as what you did,
aren't you."
Laguna nodded then bent down. He rubbed his hands slowly over the marble stone,
Raine Loire. Maybe Rinoa hadn't been the one for him. Maybe, history had
repeated itself with Andria.
**********
Quistis took in the fresh breeze; she had needed time to think, so she had come
to the balcony. Everyone else was grieving in his or her own way.
"Need any company," Seifer asked, materialising in the doorway.
"Do what you want Seifer, I don't care," she replied. Seifer shrugged and stood
next to her.
"You feel sorry for judging her Quistis, don't you," Seifer said.
"Yes," she said finally. He was right. Because of her, Squall was alive. She
had sacrificed herself, for him. She had loved him as much as Rinoa. Fate,
however, was tricky.
"I miss her," muttered Seifer.
"Yeah, I miss her too," said Quistis.
**********
Sia and Vincent
sat in the cafeteria, neither speaking. Jake slept on Sia's arm. Squall had
asked her to look after him for an hour. She had willingly agreed, hoping it
would pre-occupy her, however he had slept all the time.
"Do you think she'll come back," asked Vincent, breaking the silence.
Sia shook her head. She thought it impossible.
**********
Walking through the golden fields, Squall didn't notice how beautiful they
looked, nor did he notice the second set of footsteps behind him.
Coming to the stone tablet, Squall produced a red rose and placed it on her
grave. She was finally buried there.
Squall sat down on the grass and thought. Truth was, he missed her a lot. He
had never really though of her as dead last year.
Rinoa came and sat down on the grass beside him. She had followed him from the
Garden, wondering what he was going to do.
Rinoa put her arm round him and hugged him. Squall was tense at first, but then
stopped resisting. He let her hold him; he needed to feel reassured.
"Grieve, for her Squall, I'll be there at the end," she whispered.
Quietly they watched the sunset, shrinking away for the dark to take over.
Squall didn't feel frightened of the dark, he felt broken inside.
The End
Ok, basically this is
technically the end, BUT I might consider making another sequel IF enough
people write to me reviewing it, asking for another sequel. If not, then, this
is it, the end.