June 21st, 2072, 1:00am
It was the big day. Everything had been planned for months. The flowers, the dresses, the catering, the vows. It was all done. Selphie smiled in satisfaction after hanging up her bridesmaid gown at 1 in the morning and finally went to sleep.
Quistis was still in the town of Balamb. After giving the caterers directions on where to drop the cake, she had felt the sudden impulse to go drinking. In between her 4th and 5th beers, she thought long and hard about why she was out here, crying and getting drunk. She concluded that since she had gone through so much trouble not to let the wedding bother her outwardly or inwardly that it had to surface eventually and that's why she was crying her eyes out and drinking like there was no tomorrow. But of course there was. The wedding was tomorrow.
Zell was sound asleep.
Irvine had been sound asleep until he heard a rather large thump and was taken from dreamland. It had been a rather nice dream too, one where he and Selphie and a number of scantily clad maids lived in a tropical paradise where he would never ever have to fill out ammunition requisition forms again. Now he was wide-awake and staring at the sparkling night sky. He saw a shooting star, then another. A meteor shower. He grabbed his telescope and a notepad. This was just the inspiration he needed for that song everyone expected him to write for tomorrow. He looked at the clock. Everyone expected him to write for today.
Rinoa was sound asleep. Of course when Rinoa was sound asleep, she gurgled a little and tossed and turned, but was sound asleep nonetheless.
Squall was far from asleep. He was going to have bags under his eyes and Selphie was going to attack him with some sort of makeup so the pictures wouldn't look awful, but he didn't really care. He had already gone to the Training Center and killed a few things and now he was back in his dorm, pacing the floor. Something was bothering him, and damned if he knew what it was. He was marrying the girl of his dreams, and that was all there was to it. He quickly ran through the checklist of things that bothered him; not his father, he'd put that away a long time ago, not this whole 'commander' thing, he'd learned to live with it. And it had nothing to do with the wedding itself because Selphie had threatened to beat him within an inch of his life if he so much as thought a bad thought. He concluded that he was just jittery and took several sleeping pills.
June 21st, 2072, 8:30 am
Rinoa pounded furiously on Selphie's door.
"Selphie!!! Wake up!! We need to check the tape of the rehearsal dinner. And where the hell is Quistis?! Selphie!!!" To no avail. She decided to let Selphie get her beauty sleep until she was really necessary. She then stormed off in search of Quistis.
Quistis had the biggest hangover she had ever had, considering she had never had one before. It was not helped by the fact that Rinoa was banging and screaming on her door. She was about to get up and apologize until she remembered her revelation from last night. She had a big ass problem with this wedding. And damned if she was going to hide it anymore.
"People with hangovers are trying to sleep Rinoa! And maybe if you would stop whining and relying on Selphie to do it for you, then stuff would get done!" She slammed the door in her friend's face. She tried to deny the fact that it had felt reeeeeaaally good.
Any other day Rinoa would have started crying and begged Quistis to tell her what was the matter. But today was her special day: nothing was going to get her down. And she was off to talk to the guys in charge of the sound system.
In the boy's wing of dormitories, Zell was pounding and screaming on Squall's door. "Squall, man, you can do as much of that on the honeymoon as you want! Get up!" Zell was freaking.
"Man, Rinoa'll kill both of us!!" He then got an idea, and immediately prayed to Hyne, hoping Squall wouldn't kill him. He punched in the code to Squall's door. He didn't even know how he knew it, he just did.
He found Squall fast asleep in his clothes, a dirty gunblade and a package of sleeping pills next to him.
"What the hell?" Zell walked over and started slapping him around. "Squall, wake u---" Squall had grabbed the hand Zell was about to hit him with.
"Don't do that anymore, Zell. What? It's 8:30?!" Squall was running down the hall to the showers before Zell could say another word.
June 21st, 2072, 10:46am
"Selphie, honey, wake up! This is getting a little ridiculous." Irvine knocked politely on Selphie's door.
"Honey, come on, Rinoa'll have both our heads." Irvine knocked way less politely on Selphie's door and sighed. "You'd better not be decent." he said with a wicked smile as he punched in her door code.
Gone.
She was gone. The bedcovers were strewn about; numbers of the little glass butterflies and dolphins hanging from her ceiling were now on the floor, some in bits. Her wallpaper was ripped in places, as if by finger nails, and one half of her Strange Vision was broken in half, despite it's core of Adamantine. And there was a large, spreading bloodstain in the middle of the floor.
::author's note::
what did ya' think? i like it! it's a mystery/selphvine /squalln'rinoa's wedding/ It'll be okay, i think. r&r, pleeease?
It was the big day. Everything had been planned for months. The flowers, the dresses, the catering, the vows. It was all done. Selphie smiled in satisfaction after hanging up her bridesmaid gown at 1 in the morning and finally went to sleep.
Quistis was still in the town of Balamb. After giving the caterers directions on where to drop the cake, she had felt the sudden impulse to go drinking. In between her 4th and 5th beers, she thought long and hard about why she was out here, crying and getting drunk. She concluded that since she had gone through so much trouble not to let the wedding bother her outwardly or inwardly that it had to surface eventually and that's why she was crying her eyes out and drinking like there was no tomorrow. But of course there was. The wedding was tomorrow.
Zell was sound asleep.
Irvine had been sound asleep until he heard a rather large thump and was taken from dreamland. It had been a rather nice dream too, one where he and Selphie and a number of scantily clad maids lived in a tropical paradise where he would never ever have to fill out ammunition requisition forms again. Now he was wide-awake and staring at the sparkling night sky. He saw a shooting star, then another. A meteor shower. He grabbed his telescope and a notepad. This was just the inspiration he needed for that song everyone expected him to write for tomorrow. He looked at the clock. Everyone expected him to write for today.
Rinoa was sound asleep. Of course when Rinoa was sound asleep, she gurgled a little and tossed and turned, but was sound asleep nonetheless.
Squall was far from asleep. He was going to have bags under his eyes and Selphie was going to attack him with some sort of makeup so the pictures wouldn't look awful, but he didn't really care. He had already gone to the Training Center and killed a few things and now he was back in his dorm, pacing the floor. Something was bothering him, and damned if he knew what it was. He was marrying the girl of his dreams, and that was all there was to it. He quickly ran through the checklist of things that bothered him; not his father, he'd put that away a long time ago, not this whole 'commander' thing, he'd learned to live with it. And it had nothing to do with the wedding itself because Selphie had threatened to beat him within an inch of his life if he so much as thought a bad thought. He concluded that he was just jittery and took several sleeping pills.
June 21st, 2072, 8:30 am
Rinoa pounded furiously on Selphie's door.
"Selphie!!! Wake up!! We need to check the tape of the rehearsal dinner. And where the hell is Quistis?! Selphie!!!" To no avail. She decided to let Selphie get her beauty sleep until she was really necessary. She then stormed off in search of Quistis.
Quistis had the biggest hangover she had ever had, considering she had never had one before. It was not helped by the fact that Rinoa was banging and screaming on her door. She was about to get up and apologize until she remembered her revelation from last night. She had a big ass problem with this wedding. And damned if she was going to hide it anymore.
"People with hangovers are trying to sleep Rinoa! And maybe if you would stop whining and relying on Selphie to do it for you, then stuff would get done!" She slammed the door in her friend's face. She tried to deny the fact that it had felt reeeeeaaally good.
Any other day Rinoa would have started crying and begged Quistis to tell her what was the matter. But today was her special day: nothing was going to get her down. And she was off to talk to the guys in charge of the sound system.
In the boy's wing of dormitories, Zell was pounding and screaming on Squall's door. "Squall, man, you can do as much of that on the honeymoon as you want! Get up!" Zell was freaking.
"Man, Rinoa'll kill both of us!!" He then got an idea, and immediately prayed to Hyne, hoping Squall wouldn't kill him. He punched in the code to Squall's door. He didn't even know how he knew it, he just did.
He found Squall fast asleep in his clothes, a dirty gunblade and a package of sleeping pills next to him.
"What the hell?" Zell walked over and started slapping him around. "Squall, wake u---" Squall had grabbed the hand Zell was about to hit him with.
"Don't do that anymore, Zell. What? It's 8:30?!" Squall was running down the hall to the showers before Zell could say another word.
June 21st, 2072, 10:46am
"Selphie, honey, wake up! This is getting a little ridiculous." Irvine knocked politely on Selphie's door.
"Honey, come on, Rinoa'll have both our heads." Irvine knocked way less politely on Selphie's door and sighed. "You'd better not be decent." he said with a wicked smile as he punched in her door code.
Gone.
She was gone. The bedcovers were strewn about; numbers of the little glass butterflies and dolphins hanging from her ceiling were now on the floor, some in bits. Her wallpaper was ripped in places, as if by finger nails, and one half of her Strange Vision was broken in half, despite it's core of Adamantine. And there was a large, spreading bloodstain in the middle of the floor.
::author's note::
what did ya' think? i like it! it's a mystery/selphvine /squalln'rinoa's wedding/ It'll be okay, i think. r&r, pleeease?