Hello! SO sorry that I couldn't get this chapter up earlier, but-hey! I'm here now, aren't I?
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own any Final Fantasy 8 characters, or anything like that, blahblahblah...
Chapter Three
"Come on, Seifer! I wanna show you something!"
Rinoa playfully bounded up the redwood stairs with Seifer following behind. "Where are you
taking me?" he asked.
"To the top! I have something for you up there, to thank you for the Grendel scales."
"B-But--" He tried to stop her, but she was already out of sight. He followed her up the stairs.
There were many doors to many rooms in the hallway above, but then he saw Rinoa going up into
the room with a door made of--yes--redwood. It led to Rinoa's room.
Most of her furniture was made of stained redwood, as most of the things in the house, including
everything in the shop below. Her walls, like the shop, were painted a yellowish honey color, and
she had a shag, blue carpet. She had a victorian style balcony that had lovely glass doors with
brass handles; royal purple silk curtains with a sheer, purple top layer with gold stars embroidered
into the fabric flowed gently in the wind. Her fourposter bed(which was also made from redwood)
had thick, spiraling posts and a beautiful canopy made from the same materials that her curtains
were made of, with a lovely comforter that seemed to resemble a stained-glass pattern, forming
a red rose on it. A beautiful desk stood near the door, and she had a fireplace across from her
bed, red taper candles on the mantle piece. What did she want to do in here...? Seifer thought
nervously.
Rinoa opened her closet door, which seemed to be a walk-in. "Come in here," she said.
Seifer reluctantly stepped in, and saw Rinoa in the back, opening a hidden door that revealed a
ladder. She motioned for him to follow her up as she grabbed a homemade broom that had straws
made from perfectly straight birch twigs. Then she climbed up and disappeared out of sight; he
followed her, once more.
The ladder led up to the roof, which had a victorian roof, matching the style of the whole house.
Seifer looked around, "What are we doing up here?" he asked, being careful not to slip on the
slanted roof.
He looked over to see if Rinoa was going to answer him, he saw that she was mounting her broom
and looking over her shoulder at him, "Get on with me," she said.
Say what? Seifer thought. What is she getting at? Don't tell me she's gonna tell me to fly with her...
No one can fly on a broomstick; it's impossible.
"Come ON, it's safe," said Rinoa. "Don't worry, I've been flying since before I could stand."
Seifer blinked; Rinoa looked annoyed. "Let's go; come on! It'll be fun, I promise."
"You're kidding..." said Seifer.
"Dead serious," said Rinoa. Seifer reluctantly came over to her and stood next to her. "Just swing
your leg over--come on. And don't forget to hang on tight..."
He swung his leg over the broom and wrapped his arms around Rinoa's waist. A breeze came.
...She smells good, thought Seifer as her hair was ruffled in his face. He suddenly realized that
the breeze was blowing all around them like a tornado. What's going on, Seifer thought.
He stared at her, wondering if she knew what was going on; he then saw that the now violent
winds were coming from her. "...R-Rinoa? ...What's going o--whoah!" He felt the broom's body
rise up, bringing both him and Rinoa up. The roof was now a foot below him, and he felt the
broom swerving and bobbing up and down. Rinoa looked down annoyed at the broom and
slapped the pole with her hand.
WHOOSH! The broom shot up violently, Seifer yelling for help. "Whoo-HOO!!!" Rinoa shouted.
He felt so strange. He couldn't feel a thing below him except for the broom's body, and perhaps
Rinoa, but she was crazy, he decided. The wind was whipping around them both and he held onto
Rinoa for support, but he didn't dare to open his eyes.
"Seifer!" He heard Rinoa's voice, "Look!"
He opened one eye, and saw that they were actually FLYING! Seifer was stunned. They were
actually flying!!! She was a REAL, LIVE WITCH!!! How could this be possible? Then that
means that the 'finals' she was talking about were actually finals in some REAL magical school!
I KNEW that she was unusual, thought Seifer.
Hey--Not bad for something I thought of at midnight... *sigh* The next chapter shouldn't be too
long from now. Tell me what you think!
Kayli
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own any Final Fantasy 8 characters, or anything like that, blahblahblah...
Chapter Three
"Come on, Seifer! I wanna show you something!"
Rinoa playfully bounded up the redwood stairs with Seifer following behind. "Where are you
taking me?" he asked.
"To the top! I have something for you up there, to thank you for the Grendel scales."
"B-But--" He tried to stop her, but she was already out of sight. He followed her up the stairs.
There were many doors to many rooms in the hallway above, but then he saw Rinoa going up into
the room with a door made of--yes--redwood. It led to Rinoa's room.
Most of her furniture was made of stained redwood, as most of the things in the house, including
everything in the shop below. Her walls, like the shop, were painted a yellowish honey color, and
she had a shag, blue carpet. She had a victorian style balcony that had lovely glass doors with
brass handles; royal purple silk curtains with a sheer, purple top layer with gold stars embroidered
into the fabric flowed gently in the wind. Her fourposter bed(which was also made from redwood)
had thick, spiraling posts and a beautiful canopy made from the same materials that her curtains
were made of, with a lovely comforter that seemed to resemble a stained-glass pattern, forming
a red rose on it. A beautiful desk stood near the door, and she had a fireplace across from her
bed, red taper candles on the mantle piece. What did she want to do in here...? Seifer thought
nervously.
Rinoa opened her closet door, which seemed to be a walk-in. "Come in here," she said.
Seifer reluctantly stepped in, and saw Rinoa in the back, opening a hidden door that revealed a
ladder. She motioned for him to follow her up as she grabbed a homemade broom that had straws
made from perfectly straight birch twigs. Then she climbed up and disappeared out of sight; he
followed her, once more.
The ladder led up to the roof, which had a victorian roof, matching the style of the whole house.
Seifer looked around, "What are we doing up here?" he asked, being careful not to slip on the
slanted roof.
He looked over to see if Rinoa was going to answer him, he saw that she was mounting her broom
and looking over her shoulder at him, "Get on with me," she said.
Say what? Seifer thought. What is she getting at? Don't tell me she's gonna tell me to fly with her...
No one can fly on a broomstick; it's impossible.
"Come ON, it's safe," said Rinoa. "Don't worry, I've been flying since before I could stand."
Seifer blinked; Rinoa looked annoyed. "Let's go; come on! It'll be fun, I promise."
"You're kidding..." said Seifer.
"Dead serious," said Rinoa. Seifer reluctantly came over to her and stood next to her. "Just swing
your leg over--come on. And don't forget to hang on tight..."
He swung his leg over the broom and wrapped his arms around Rinoa's waist. A breeze came.
...She smells good, thought Seifer as her hair was ruffled in his face. He suddenly realized that
the breeze was blowing all around them like a tornado. What's going on, Seifer thought.
He stared at her, wondering if she knew what was going on; he then saw that the now violent
winds were coming from her. "...R-Rinoa? ...What's going o--whoah!" He felt the broom's body
rise up, bringing both him and Rinoa up. The roof was now a foot below him, and he felt the
broom swerving and bobbing up and down. Rinoa looked down annoyed at the broom and
slapped the pole with her hand.
WHOOSH! The broom shot up violently, Seifer yelling for help. "Whoo-HOO!!!" Rinoa shouted.
He felt so strange. He couldn't feel a thing below him except for the broom's body, and perhaps
Rinoa, but she was crazy, he decided. The wind was whipping around them both and he held onto
Rinoa for support, but he didn't dare to open his eyes.
"Seifer!" He heard Rinoa's voice, "Look!"
He opened one eye, and saw that they were actually FLYING! Seifer was stunned. They were
actually flying!!! She was a REAL, LIVE WITCH!!! How could this be possible? Then that
means that the 'finals' she was talking about were actually finals in some REAL magical school!
I KNEW that she was unusual, thought Seifer.
Hey--Not bad for something I thought of at midnight... *sigh* The next chapter shouldn't be too
long from now. Tell me what you think!
Kayli
