In the Eye of the Squall:
Chapter 4: Beware of the Squall. . .
By Sephiroth_4000.
Tidus sat
slumped disconsolately, in a corner of his poor pathetic little room. Even the walls were padded. This was pathetic.
A guard stomped
by, lighter footsteps following.
"1223,1225, 1227. . .ah, Mr Leonhart's room. Very good, miss."
"Thank
you," a familiar voice said, even as the steel shot door swung open,
accompanied with the heavy clatter of keys.
"Yuna!" he
gasped. She glared at him from behind
the guards' back, a raised a finger to her lips. The guard bowed, then left, locking the door behind them, and
taking up station at the door.
"Oh, I knew
you wouldn't desert me!" he sobbed in incoherent relief. He would be free of this awful place, with
it's twice a day meals that never had any broccoli, and always brussel
sprouts. He would be free!!!! Free as a bird!
"Don't be
so sure." Her curt reply stopped his cries, and loosened the grip he had on her
ankles. He looked up, his face full of
woe.
"I found
out something interesting though," he babbled.
"Leonhart's being kept in here though!
Apparently they haven't found out that they're keeping two Squall
Leonhart's yet. . ."
She tapped
her lips thoughtfully with two slender fingers. "Hmm. . ." She smiled, a
blessedly familiar smile, the one with the slightly evil glint in her eye. "Tidus. . .I think you've done an excellent
job in getting yourself here. Very well
done."
He let her
patronization wash right over his head.
Now was not the time to be offended.
He kept his eyes down, and his posture subservient enough to satisfy
her. She smiled more fully, like a cat
with its whiskers, no it's whole face covered with cream. Ugh.
He swallowed down his distaste.
"I have a plan. . ."
Rinoa
sighed disconsolately, and slumped down, pillowing her head on her arms. It was late, and she didn't want to go back
to Garden. Quistis and Zell had been
nowhere, and she didn't want anyone to see her. Her, the one who had convinced Squall to go to that horrible
rehab centre. And now, SeeD might never
get their commander back. Whatever was
she to do?
Her musing
was shattered by the slamming of doors from below, and the sound of voices
(some more raucous then others) uplifted in song. Drunken song. She let her
lip curl in distaste. Who had let
drunkards in here? She jumped to her
feet, smoothed down her clothes, tossed her hair back, and squared her
shoulders, preparing to give whoever it was a good telling off. She strode out, giving the door a mighty
heave, (it crashed into the wall with a satisfactory crash) and her words died
on her lips.
Down below,
a slightly intoxicated Cloud and Sephiroth were gesturing helplessly to their
manager, at the crowd of people that had invaded the CCIM. Inc lobby. The sources of the song seemed to be two men
who had slung their arms over a third's shoulder. Despite the third's burden of the pair's weight, he hardly
staggered, as they lurched with drunken grace, sometimes in opposite directions.
"One
Jenova, two Jenova, three Jenova four!"
A dark haired, bulkily muscled man warbled, to a tune Rinoa remembered
vaguely from her bygone childhood.
Something called one potato, two potato. . .or something like that. . .
"Sephy
dematerialises leaving me some more!" A blond man sang back, his flight goggles
perched precariously on his head, slipping down to skew awkwardly over one eye.
"Five
Jenova, six Jenova, seven Jenova eight!"
"GOTTA
CATCH ALL THEM JENOVAS BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!"
"Dum, dum,
dum, dum. . ." They both blinked
blearily, as the third man quietly joined in, his red bandanna slipping off
onto the floor, ebony locks tumbling forward to conceal his pale face.
The blond
one grinned, and kept going. "Nine
Jenova, ten Jenova, then some more of those. . ."
"Throw it's
head at Scarlet so it bites her on the nose!" The dark man burst into
uproarious giggles.
"Jenova
Life, Jenova Death, Jenova side of fries!" the blond man bellowed.
"JENOVA'S
DAMN ANNOYING AND JENOVA NEVER DIES!!!!!"
they both joined in enthusiastically, though very unmusically.
Sephiroth
looked over one shoulder in irritation.
"Don't say that about my mother!" he yelled.
At that the
trio lost their precarious balance, and collapsed in a heap, laughing, almost on
the other group of drunken men. A bald
headed man flicked his sunglasses up for a moment, and shook his head. The red-headed man beside him grinned
wolfishly for a moment, carefully put one foot in front of another, got them
tangled, and fell down in heap as well, pulling his bald friend down with him.
"Mommy's
boy! $&^%&#. . ." the blond
shouted something else as well, but it was thankfully lost in the general
laughter.
Rinoa shook
her head weakly, and wearily leant her head on her cold bloodless hands. This was the last thing she needed. A couple of drunken guys, who happened to be
friends, or acquaintances at least, of those two really cute guys from the
other band. . .If only Squall was here!
If only she hadn't failed him. . .Oh, Squall. . .Would she ever see him
again?
Squall
huddled miserably in his cell, steering clear of the horrible sunlight. Oh. . .when would he ever see his beloved
chocolate ever again? It would be
enough just to see it, the precious sight of it. . .he dimly remembered Rinoa
bursting in to save him, but it was only a distant memory, as if it had
happened a very long time ago. When you
thought about it, the streaks in Rinoa's hair were kind of chocolate coloured.
. .
A key
rattled in the door, and a quiet curse followed. Squall looked up, his nostrils flaring, a mad gleam in his
eyes. Was it. . .could it possibly be.
. .A smell, gone for so long. . .
The door
swung open, and the smell wafted over enticingly. "Chocolate!" he screamed joyously, and leapt forward to the
source. . .
Tidus
frowned in concentration, jiggling the key, cursing. Oh, hopefully the people at this place were as cheap as he
thought, and had got keys and locks that could open all of them, or were close
enough, or old enough. . .please. . .
He grinned
in triumph, as the lock gave a quiet snick-click and the swung open
under his hand. He entered in quietly,
cautiously, slinking in like some giant jungle cat. . .
And only
just managed to stop himself from screaming hysterically, as the cool, calm and
collected Commander of SeeD leapt forward, and started to gnaw at his
head. They wrestled desperately, Squall
needing his daily intake of chocolate, and Tidus also needing his
hair. Why, oh why was this happening to
him? NO! He would not let this frothing maniac get to his beautiful
hair! In a fit of desperate strength,
he managed to wrestle Squall down, and gave him a hard blow to the head with
the arm length metal gauntlet he always wore.
Since it was an alloy, it weighed next to nothing, and he had always known
it would come in handy one day.
Despite Yuna's snide comments.
"Yuna!" he
hissed. " I got him!"
Yuna came,
with a quick clack, clack, of her shoes.
"Good. I'll get him to the
car. You stay here like a good little
boy. . .Mr Leonhart."
The door
locked close behind her, and as she dragged Leonhart's limp body away, Tidus
smiled contentedly. Mr Leonhart indeed.
It sounded very good. Like music to his
ears. . .
Rinoa
clapped her hands over her ears. They
would not stop. Sephiroth and Cloud
were still arguing with their manager about a song needing a girl named Aeris,
and the trio down below were bawling for the fiftieth time that dreaded Jenova
song. Ugh. She was going to go insane, particularly because their choir had
swelled. They had been joined by the
bald guy, the red-head, a brunette with a dot on his forehead, and a guy with
odd orangy-blond hair.
She was
going to scream in a moment. She
was. Going. To. Scream.
The sliding
doors slid open, admitting a petite brunette, who stopped for a moment, gaped,
then spotted Rinoa with her hands clapped over her ears. Her hair seemed much less bouncy then usual,
and her stride had lost it's usual skip.
"Selphie?"
Rinoa yelled over the drunken singers, who seemed to think their song was
hilarious, and burst into laughter each time they completed it. Anytime soon, her Limit Break was going to
come. . .By the Great Hyne, let it come soon, please. . .
"Rinoa?"
the girl said tearfully. "I. . .I need to talk to Squall. . ."
Rinoa
sagged, and turned away. "You can't get
to Squall, Selphie. He's at Rehab
remember?"
"Oh yeah."
Selphie's face was crestfallen. "Gee,
that's real bad luck. Super-duper-mega-"
"What's wrong?"
Rinoa asked, cutting off any other adjective before the inevitable bummer.
Selphie
sniffed dolefully. "I broke up with
Irvine. . ."
"WHAT!?"
Rinoa exclaimed. They had always seemed
so besotted with each, perhaps, shamefully, even more so then she and
Squall. After all, Irvine and Selphie
had kissed on the night of that horrible concert at Fisherman's Horizan,
whereas she and Squall had only kissed after beating up Ultimecia. And after checking up to see if Balamb was
okay. And after flying to Winhill to
see his mother's grave. And after all
those boring speeches at that party they had had. Not much of a celebration for saving the world, really. The SeeD Ball had been much grander. And only after all of that, had she and he
kissed. And it had taken for her to
almost be sealed away from him forever to get him to even hug her
properly. Geez.
Preoccupied
with her own miseries, Rinoa had neglected to listen to Selphie. ". . .and
then, I caught him letting one of those stupid Garden cadet bimbos wearing his
hat! I just couldn't stay with him
after that. . .Rinoa, are you listening?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes, of course I'm listening! He let them wear your hat!?"
"Yeeeaaah!!!!! He's such a meanie. . ."
Rinoa
frowned, but nodded her head sympathetically.
Wasn't meanie her word?
Author's Note: Hee hee. . .It's moving on now. I got momentarily stuck, but this one is
fairly easy to get unstuck, unlike my other fanfic. . .grr. . .stupid Maphiko:
Jenova's Legacy. . .Hmmph. .. Anyway, I won't bore you anymore. Where has Yuna taken Squall? What will Tidus do to get out of Rehab? Will
Rinoa be able to get him out? What is
the new song Sephiroth and Cloud want to sing?
All this and more! (Well, maybe not.)
Chapter 5 is coming. . .Stay tuned. . .Hee. Wait, wait there's MORE now!!!!
My friend Xiao Leonhart got very ticked off with me for using HER Jenova
Song, which she had already used in Final Fantasy Not-So-Mystic-Quest, said I
hadn't given credit (which I hadn't *hangs head bashfully*). Well, I'm SORRY. The Jenova song was hers, hers and hers. Mwahahahaha. And she did not rip it off from me. She thought it up. And I
didn't even think about it when I was writing.
I was sort of stuck. . .so yeah.
Are you happy now Xiao? ^_^
