In the Eye of the Squall:
Chapter 2: "I'm gonna be a popstar!"
By Sephiroth 4000
"Myyyyy GF's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Squall exploded out of the car, shaken out of his chocolate induced daze. Someone had had the gall to draw his GF's from him!!!!!! He bet it was Seifer or Fujin who had done it; the mad albino woman had never forgiven him for drawing Pandemona from her. Then again, fair was fair; she had not protected her GF properly. He would protect his. They were his dammit!!!!!!
Eyes narrowed, senses keen and ready, a predatory gleam in his eye, Squall set off to the hunt.
Rinoa sighed, and pushed back her bangs, fidgetting restlessly on the stiff leather seats. Agent Doggin had gone to receive approval from his superiors, or some such doggerel, so she gathered. Meanwhile she was stuck out here in the blah lobby, looking like an idiot.
Her mayfly attention flitted back and forth from different subjects, first wondering where Agent Doggin was, what Squall was doing, whether she should just leave, or what should she wear tomorrow. . and then it was all blown away into speechlessness as two men that appeared to be in their twenties came out of one of the studios.
They were impossible looking. One had spiky blond hair that stood out in all directions, and wore ultra baggy pants and a sleeveless turtleneck, and heavy industrial looking gloves. His companion was even more fantastical looking, with super long hair that practically went to the back of his knees. He was wearing a leather trenchcoat, along with leather trews and knee high boots, and leather gloves. Two leather straps crisscrossed his bare chest.
Squall would eat his heart out. This guy's wearing even more leather then he does!
She ran a speculative gaze on them both. They were, to put it bluntly, devastating. They could even give her darling Squall a run for his money in the category of looks!
"Honestly, Seph!" the blonde one said earnestly as they passed her. "I reckon you would look good as a blonde. Or maybe a brunette. You could pick the dye up when we get my hair gel. . ."
The tall one gazed at the blonde one (as Rinoa had tagged them) his whole expression one of utter disbelief. His glowing emerald eyes narrowed ominously. "I told you this, Cloud. I already joined your stupid band. I am not touching my hair!"
"Awww," the other one whined good naturedly. "Then again, you'd probably get really bad roots."
They passed out of hearing then, and Rinoa smiled dreamily. They apparently worked for CCIM Inc. Therefore if she joined up, perehaps she would see them around again. . .
"Miss Heartilly! We got the go-ahead for you. We'd like to hear you sing though first. Do you need time to prepare a song. . .?" Agent Doggin waited anxiously.
"No, no" she said smoothly, rising gracefully to her feet. "I'm ready."
"Wishing they. . .would be heeeeeaardd. . ."
"Fantastic," Agent Doggin murmured. He had finally hit the mother load. This girl was going to make him rich. Honestly. He wouldn't even try to swindle her, not with her rabid boyfriend. His Peter Jackson suit would never be the same; the cinders and ashes were imbedded into it. Yet he couldn't bear to throw it away. But with this girl, he could afford to buy many more. Especially since there was sale on everyday. He grinned in glee, eyes dancing behind his wrap-arounds. His darling Oakleys. Soon, everything would be alright. He was going to be filthy stinking rich!
"You will know that you are no dah-reeemeeeerrr. . ."
Yes. It would be all be his, instead of just dreams. He applauded Miss Heartilly vigorously. She smiled and blushed.
Back in the basement. No one would visit here; they were utterly safe. Tidus grimaced. It was so damn drafty down here though. Nothing like the warm balmy islands of Spira. . .except when there were tsunamis and typhoons and such.
Yuna paced up and down impatiently. "Did you get them?" she demanded impatiently.
In response, he drew them from himself. Well, not all of them. Bahamut, Tonberry, Leviathen, and Pandemona would have to do for her. He was keeping Quetzocotal to himself.
He deserved something after all.
She received them easily, with the rest of her Aeons, and breathed in deeply, enjoying the current of power flowing through her, smiling. Ugh. That smile. She had something in her teeth.
"What are you plans next?" he asked cautiously. It wasn't likely she'd tell him, but at least he could try.
She sniffed disdainfully, and tossed her hair. "Why would you need to know?"
Damn.
"But I shall tell you anyway. I want you to try to sneak up on Leonhart's other little friends, and swipe their GF's as well."
"And," he drawled, "Am I supposed to do that? They're always surrounded by people."
She stamped a foot in his direction. "How am I supposed to know!!! Honestly, figure out that yourself!"
With that, she stomped off to the elevator, the fabric of her skirt rustling loudly. He tried not to grin, but it came anyway. She had just authorized him to do something he could turn very much to his advantage. . .
Now where in the name of the Water God could he find some brown hair dye?
Her face a study of quiet pensiveness, Rinoa exited the building of CCIM Inc. It was time to tell Squall her news. She wondered how he would take it. . .
As she reached the car, and pulled her keys out, she nearly tripped over Squall, who was peculiarly hunched over and staring avidly at the ground.
"Squall!" she squawked, her arms madly windmilling, as she strove to keep her balance in about a gazillion inch high heels. Oh! He was such an inconsiderate idiot.
"Huh?"
Oh. Very intelligent Squall. What did I see in him anyway? She thought in annoyance, finally regaining her balance. She bent over and scooped up her keys.
"Here, let me get those for you, Sorceress." He reached them before she did, then handed them over with a flourish. He was trying to make it up to her. What a dear boy. She smiled, her luminous black eyes lighting up with the fire of dawn. . .
"Oh Squall!!! You'll never guess!! I'm gonna be a popstar!"
He choked.
Tidus stared at the sales girl with an acute sense of despair. "You mean all of the hair dye is gone? All?"
The sales girl fidgetted under his steady blue stare. "Well, you see sir, " she floundered, "It were the most extraordinary thing."
"Yes?"
"Well, these two gennelmen come in. I knew they was strange from their outlandish hair an' clothing, but I was polite like to 'em anyway. The blonde one, he asked for the hair gel. Looked like he needed it, anyways, his hair was juat a mass of spikes." Here she paused to giggle breathlessly, while Tidus ground his teeth, and slowly counted to ten.
"An' then, the blonde guy just starts to tease the other guy, who had like the most 'mazing hair I've ever seen! I mean, it were completely white, and long, and silky lookin'. The blonde starts offering him dye, sayin' stuff like "You'd look good as a redhead! Just like that Turk what's his name??? Runo, or somethin'?" Anyways, the white haired guy is jus' getting' madder an' madder, until finally he goes over the edge, gets out this massive sword, and starts whacking me dye bottles everywhere! I mean, gallons and gallons o' dye was a-wasted, and the stains. . ." she shook her head mournfully, her bright pink hair going everywhere.
"Then the blonde looks a bit frightened, you know? He waits til the other guy calms down a little bit, slaps down this huuuge roll of gil in front of me, and mutters an apology. Then he drags his friend off like."
His fists clenching, his stomach roiling, Tidus glared furiously at the ditzy girl for a moment. She wilted. "And when will the dye arrive?" He could hardly recognise the tense grating voice as his own.
She cowered in terror. "Mebbe four to five weeks like."
He exhaled sharply, his vision actually going red in fury for a moment, then sharply turned and stalked out before he could commit murder.
All over town! It seemed like this duo had destroyed every bit of dye in Balamb. Even the hairdresser had mournfully said, "Mon Dieu! My hair dye all gone; though royally paid for."
What was he to do? It looked like he'd have to ask her. Ugh.
His knees shook. His hands were icy. His voice quavered as he said, "My name's Squall. And I'm a chocoholic."
He was so going to kill Rinoa and Quistis for this! When he told them about the disappearence of his GF's they had only looked at him pityingly, and sent him here to stay for a month. Rehab. Just another synonym for hell. Without chocolate, he was nothing. It hadn't been the Auras that had saved the day when he had fought Ultimecia; it had been the chocolate.
What was he going to do? He had to escape. Somehow. Some way.
"Well Squall," said a woman in a drab grey suit, in a tone far too cheerful. "You've taken the first step."
Rinoa smiled politely at the brunette in the horrid pink dress and clashing yellow sash. They shook hands. Gingerly. "I'm Esther," the brunette chirped. "I'm the manager for "Once We Were Angels," formed by Cloud Strife."
"Really?" Rinoa said. Oh, all this small talk was grating on her nerves.
"Yes! Would you like to see? They're rehearsing right now!"
"Okay. . ." It couldn't hurt to see her competition.
With that, Esther swept aside the curtain that blocked the window that viewed the studio. Immediately, Rinoa's attention was captured as the two singers were the two young men she had seen in the lobby yesterday.
The blonde one was singing, jumping up and down enthusiastically, sending his hair flopping up and down, the spikes waving madly. Esther turned up the sound. . .
(To the tune of "Pretty Fly" by Offspring.) As he screamed into the microphone, Rinoa sighed in envy. "You know it's pretty hard, To get my hair to stay, My fans think it's cool, but Sephy thinks it gay! You may think it looks easy, You may think it looks fun, But getting my hair up, Is my problem number one!!!!!!! So spike it well, And supergel! If people think I look hot, then my hair products will sell. . . ." He trailed off, and the white haired one gave a snort of disgust.
"Aren't you ever going to finish the lyrics?" he asked laconically.
"Maybe," the blonde, presmably Cloud Strife, snapped. "Just do your part."
"As you wish," the other sighed, then launched into song. "Strife, you're so deluded, your hair is really dumb, Looks like you got a power point and stuck it with your thumb! My hair is really silky, my hair is really nice, That's why I sell my hair mousse, for nearly twice the price!"
With that, Cloud rejoined him for the chorus, and they sang duet, their voices melding, thrumming through the speakers. "So spike it well, And supergel!! If people think I look hot then my hair products will sell!!!!"
They both stopped, and mopped their brows, the tried to get their disordered hair back in order. It had gotten extremely mussed during their moshing. Rinoa clapped spontaneously. The blonde looked up, smiled, then winked playfully. Rinoa smiled dreamily and waved. . .But then she snapped out of it and realised what she was doing. Squall had been gone for little more then a couple of hours, and she was. . .In horror, she backed up a few steps, then fled as if all the hounds of hell were on her heels. . .
She slowed soon, and calmed herself down. It didn't mean anything, she just missed having Squall around, and naturally she turned to anyone who looked remotely friendly. Yeah, that was all. That was all.
Author's Note: Hmmm. . .That one was a bit short, and it jumped around a bit too much. Oh well. The plot should thicken soon. Or what passes as a plot in this. The song was written by my friends while they were at camp and I couldn't go 'cause I had bloody tonsilitus. . .gr. Hoped you liked.
Chapter 2: "I'm gonna be a popstar!"
By Sephiroth 4000
"Myyyyy GF's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Squall exploded out of the car, shaken out of his chocolate induced daze. Someone had had the gall to draw his GF's from him!!!!!! He bet it was Seifer or Fujin who had done it; the mad albino woman had never forgiven him for drawing Pandemona from her. Then again, fair was fair; she had not protected her GF properly. He would protect his. They were his dammit!!!!!!
Eyes narrowed, senses keen and ready, a predatory gleam in his eye, Squall set off to the hunt.
Rinoa sighed, and pushed back her bangs, fidgetting restlessly on the stiff leather seats. Agent Doggin had gone to receive approval from his superiors, or some such doggerel, so she gathered. Meanwhile she was stuck out here in the blah lobby, looking like an idiot.
Her mayfly attention flitted back and forth from different subjects, first wondering where Agent Doggin was, what Squall was doing, whether she should just leave, or what should she wear tomorrow. . and then it was all blown away into speechlessness as two men that appeared to be in their twenties came out of one of the studios.
They were impossible looking. One had spiky blond hair that stood out in all directions, and wore ultra baggy pants and a sleeveless turtleneck, and heavy industrial looking gloves. His companion was even more fantastical looking, with super long hair that practically went to the back of his knees. He was wearing a leather trenchcoat, along with leather trews and knee high boots, and leather gloves. Two leather straps crisscrossed his bare chest.
Squall would eat his heart out. This guy's wearing even more leather then he does!
She ran a speculative gaze on them both. They were, to put it bluntly, devastating. They could even give her darling Squall a run for his money in the category of looks!
"Honestly, Seph!" the blonde one said earnestly as they passed her. "I reckon you would look good as a blonde. Or maybe a brunette. You could pick the dye up when we get my hair gel. . ."
The tall one gazed at the blonde one (as Rinoa had tagged them) his whole expression one of utter disbelief. His glowing emerald eyes narrowed ominously. "I told you this, Cloud. I already joined your stupid band. I am not touching my hair!"
"Awww," the other one whined good naturedly. "Then again, you'd probably get really bad roots."
They passed out of hearing then, and Rinoa smiled dreamily. They apparently worked for CCIM Inc. Therefore if she joined up, perehaps she would see them around again. . .
"Miss Heartilly! We got the go-ahead for you. We'd like to hear you sing though first. Do you need time to prepare a song. . .?" Agent Doggin waited anxiously.
"No, no" she said smoothly, rising gracefully to her feet. "I'm ready."
"Wishing they. . .would be heeeeeaardd. . ."
"Fantastic," Agent Doggin murmured. He had finally hit the mother load. This girl was going to make him rich. Honestly. He wouldn't even try to swindle her, not with her rabid boyfriend. His Peter Jackson suit would never be the same; the cinders and ashes were imbedded into it. Yet he couldn't bear to throw it away. But with this girl, he could afford to buy many more. Especially since there was sale on everyday. He grinned in glee, eyes dancing behind his wrap-arounds. His darling Oakleys. Soon, everything would be alright. He was going to be filthy stinking rich!
"You will know that you are no dah-reeemeeeerrr. . ."
Yes. It would be all be his, instead of just dreams. He applauded Miss Heartilly vigorously. She smiled and blushed.
Back in the basement. No one would visit here; they were utterly safe. Tidus grimaced. It was so damn drafty down here though. Nothing like the warm balmy islands of Spira. . .except when there were tsunamis and typhoons and such.
Yuna paced up and down impatiently. "Did you get them?" she demanded impatiently.
In response, he drew them from himself. Well, not all of them. Bahamut, Tonberry, Leviathen, and Pandemona would have to do for her. He was keeping Quetzocotal to himself.
He deserved something after all.
She received them easily, with the rest of her Aeons, and breathed in deeply, enjoying the current of power flowing through her, smiling. Ugh. That smile. She had something in her teeth.
"What are you plans next?" he asked cautiously. It wasn't likely she'd tell him, but at least he could try.
She sniffed disdainfully, and tossed her hair. "Why would you need to know?"
Damn.
"But I shall tell you anyway. I want you to try to sneak up on Leonhart's other little friends, and swipe their GF's as well."
"And," he drawled, "Am I supposed to do that? They're always surrounded by people."
She stamped a foot in his direction. "How am I supposed to know!!! Honestly, figure out that yourself!"
With that, she stomped off to the elevator, the fabric of her skirt rustling loudly. He tried not to grin, but it came anyway. She had just authorized him to do something he could turn very much to his advantage. . .
Now where in the name of the Water God could he find some brown hair dye?
Her face a study of quiet pensiveness, Rinoa exited the building of CCIM Inc. It was time to tell Squall her news. She wondered how he would take it. . .
As she reached the car, and pulled her keys out, she nearly tripped over Squall, who was peculiarly hunched over and staring avidly at the ground.
"Squall!" she squawked, her arms madly windmilling, as she strove to keep her balance in about a gazillion inch high heels. Oh! He was such an inconsiderate idiot.
"Huh?"
Oh. Very intelligent Squall. What did I see in him anyway? She thought in annoyance, finally regaining her balance. She bent over and scooped up her keys.
"Here, let me get those for you, Sorceress." He reached them before she did, then handed them over with a flourish. He was trying to make it up to her. What a dear boy. She smiled, her luminous black eyes lighting up with the fire of dawn. . .
"Oh Squall!!! You'll never guess!! I'm gonna be a popstar!"
He choked.
Tidus stared at the sales girl with an acute sense of despair. "You mean all of the hair dye is gone? All?"
The sales girl fidgetted under his steady blue stare. "Well, you see sir, " she floundered, "It were the most extraordinary thing."
"Yes?"
"Well, these two gennelmen come in. I knew they was strange from their outlandish hair an' clothing, but I was polite like to 'em anyway. The blonde one, he asked for the hair gel. Looked like he needed it, anyways, his hair was juat a mass of spikes." Here she paused to giggle breathlessly, while Tidus ground his teeth, and slowly counted to ten.
"An' then, the blonde guy just starts to tease the other guy, who had like the most 'mazing hair I've ever seen! I mean, it were completely white, and long, and silky lookin'. The blonde starts offering him dye, sayin' stuff like "You'd look good as a redhead! Just like that Turk what's his name??? Runo, or somethin'?" Anyways, the white haired guy is jus' getting' madder an' madder, until finally he goes over the edge, gets out this massive sword, and starts whacking me dye bottles everywhere! I mean, gallons and gallons o' dye was a-wasted, and the stains. . ." she shook her head mournfully, her bright pink hair going everywhere.
"Then the blonde looks a bit frightened, you know? He waits til the other guy calms down a little bit, slaps down this huuuge roll of gil in front of me, and mutters an apology. Then he drags his friend off like."
His fists clenching, his stomach roiling, Tidus glared furiously at the ditzy girl for a moment. She wilted. "And when will the dye arrive?" He could hardly recognise the tense grating voice as his own.
She cowered in terror. "Mebbe four to five weeks like."
He exhaled sharply, his vision actually going red in fury for a moment, then sharply turned and stalked out before he could commit murder.
All over town! It seemed like this duo had destroyed every bit of dye in Balamb. Even the hairdresser had mournfully said, "Mon Dieu! My hair dye all gone; though royally paid for."
What was he to do? It looked like he'd have to ask her. Ugh.
His knees shook. His hands were icy. His voice quavered as he said, "My name's Squall. And I'm a chocoholic."
He was so going to kill Rinoa and Quistis for this! When he told them about the disappearence of his GF's they had only looked at him pityingly, and sent him here to stay for a month. Rehab. Just another synonym for hell. Without chocolate, he was nothing. It hadn't been the Auras that had saved the day when he had fought Ultimecia; it had been the chocolate.
What was he going to do? He had to escape. Somehow. Some way.
"Well Squall," said a woman in a drab grey suit, in a tone far too cheerful. "You've taken the first step."
Rinoa smiled politely at the brunette in the horrid pink dress and clashing yellow sash. They shook hands. Gingerly. "I'm Esther," the brunette chirped. "I'm the manager for "Once We Were Angels," formed by Cloud Strife."
"Really?" Rinoa said. Oh, all this small talk was grating on her nerves.
"Yes! Would you like to see? They're rehearsing right now!"
"Okay. . ." It couldn't hurt to see her competition.
With that, Esther swept aside the curtain that blocked the window that viewed the studio. Immediately, Rinoa's attention was captured as the two singers were the two young men she had seen in the lobby yesterday.
The blonde one was singing, jumping up and down enthusiastically, sending his hair flopping up and down, the spikes waving madly. Esther turned up the sound. . .
(To the tune of "Pretty Fly" by Offspring.) As he screamed into the microphone, Rinoa sighed in envy. "You know it's pretty hard, To get my hair to stay, My fans think it's cool, but Sephy thinks it gay! You may think it looks easy, You may think it looks fun, But getting my hair up, Is my problem number one!!!!!!! So spike it well, And supergel! If people think I look hot, then my hair products will sell. . . ." He trailed off, and the white haired one gave a snort of disgust.
"Aren't you ever going to finish the lyrics?" he asked laconically.
"Maybe," the blonde, presmably Cloud Strife, snapped. "Just do your part."
"As you wish," the other sighed, then launched into song. "Strife, you're so deluded, your hair is really dumb, Looks like you got a power point and stuck it with your thumb! My hair is really silky, my hair is really nice, That's why I sell my hair mousse, for nearly twice the price!"
With that, Cloud rejoined him for the chorus, and they sang duet, their voices melding, thrumming through the speakers. "So spike it well, And supergel!! If people think I look hot then my hair products will sell!!!!"
They both stopped, and mopped their brows, the tried to get their disordered hair back in order. It had gotten extremely mussed during their moshing. Rinoa clapped spontaneously. The blonde looked up, smiled, then winked playfully. Rinoa smiled dreamily and waved. . .But then she snapped out of it and realised what she was doing. Squall had been gone for little more then a couple of hours, and she was. . .In horror, she backed up a few steps, then fled as if all the hounds of hell were on her heels. . .
She slowed soon, and calmed herself down. It didn't mean anything, she just missed having Squall around, and naturally she turned to anyone who looked remotely friendly. Yeah, that was all. That was all.
Author's Note: Hmmm. . .That one was a bit short, and it jumped around a bit too much. Oh well. The plot should thicken soon. Or what passes as a plot in this. The song was written by my friends while they were at camp and I couldn't go 'cause I had bloody tonsilitus. . .gr. Hoped you liked.