Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy 8....NOW TRY TO SUE ME!! I'll win!!

Summary: Basically, Rinoa as a younger child (15) is forced into marriage but runs away from the wedding, and everything she knew....This is her tale of how she started her life over....

Note: It's not that late but I am having a New Years party at the moment....And well, my girlfriend obviously didn't get much sleep last night since cause when we stopped kissing for a second, she immediately fell asleep *shruggs* And well, since I'm waiting for her to wake up....I put on my head phones and began to listen to Sinead O'Connor's song, "No mans Women" Which obviously inspired me to write this.....AND it's in italics because I thought it gave it something extra, my brother says it gives it a magical innuendo.....And well, I'm gonna try to finish this before my girlfriend wakes up, so it's gonna be short.......hehe....

........Wow........that was a long 'note'.....

~*One Fine Day*~

Chapter 1: The Long Run From A to B

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"You look beautiful dear." Rinoa's stylist told her as she looked her up and down. The stylist had a big dumb smile on her face while Rinoa had none. It was not a day to rejoice. It felt awkward having this dress on. It was snow white and highly expensive embroidery's.

"Nothing is to expensive for my one and only daughter." her father had said while they were picking out dresses. But what he really meant was 'Nothing is to expensive for my little money snatcher!'. The marriage was purely for her father. She was getting married just so he could bathe in the money that her fiancée gave off. He was just taking full advantage of this perfect opportunity. A striking 21 year old with an overwhelming amount of money marrying a 15 year old girl so weak that she could be manipulated into anything by anyone. A perfect couple. Rinoa wanted to scream, punch her father, punch her fiancée, and finally shoot herself in the head a few times for being so weak that her evil manipulative father could steal money from people with her help. Such a used feeling crept over her body.

The curtain opened to revile hundreds and hundreds of relatives of her fiancée and to her own side of the family. None were crying with joy, they had blank expressions on their faces, except her fathers. The crowd knew what was going on, just another money scam. But her father was just oh so happy with this hook up. As Rinoa walked down the red carpet she glared at her father and he glared back. Well there was one thing good about getting married, her father would be gone for good. She would never have to see his face again.

She walked up the alters steps and stood, stiff, next to her soon to be husband. As she looked on at the Bishop her fiancée leaned close to her ear.

"Soon you will be Mrs. Rinoa Fortengo." he told her. She kept looking at the Bishop, pretending not listen to him. "And then you will be by my side forever and you will do everything I want, like the good girl you are." he told her. Rinoa's eyes opened in shock. Thoughts and images of her actually washing floors, massaging his feet, cooking, making love to the man she didn't even love at all, flashed through her head. She began to glare at the thoughts as they passed by quicker and quicker. She wouldn't, no, she couldn't take her future with open arms.

"NEVER!" she screamed at him. She threw the flowers she held in her hands to the floor. The crowd gasped loudly and stood up at the sight. "I will never be your servant!" she screamed at him again. "Nor will I ever be your bitch!" she whispered menacingly to him. She gathered her wedding dress in her hands and began to run out of the church, crying. Never would she take that anymore. She wasn't a girl, she was a women, she wasn't a bitch she wasn't really anything. Or at least now she wasn't. She had run away from her marriage, she had ran away from her money supply, she had ran away from her family.

Her high heels clicked against the cement of the sidewalk as people looked on in wonder. 'What the hell is that girl doing?' they were probably thinking. More tears began to flow down her face as painful ideas of living on the street, living in a box, with a wedding dress on. But first she wanted to run home. Home? It wasn't going to exist much more longer to her if her father came back. She wanted to grab her stuff and run away, Angelo by her side the entire time. Angelo, her faithful dog, was left behind from the wedding for fear of the dog ripping her fiancée's head into pieces, along with her fathers. The dog was never fond of people who acted mean around Rinoa. It's huggable exterior gave itself false advertisement to people who had disliked Rinoa.

She reached her house with ease. She flung the door open, and called.

"Angelo!" the dog awoke from its sleep in her bedroom and ran towards the stairs which lead down stairs to the main hall. The dog skidded on the wooden floor, but regained his traction and ran down the stairs. He reached the floor with ease, but skidded out of conrtol and slammed into a small coffee table which held up a statue of the Guardian Force, Shiva. The coffee table's legs broke off with impact and the statue resting on top immediately fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. Not feeling any regret, Angelo picked himself up and walked to the entrance where Rinoa waited. She giggled lightly.

"Doesn't matter, we are never coming back here anyways." she told him as she scratched his head. The dog nuzzled into her hand. "Finally, I'm gonna start my life right." she said to herself as she looked from her faithful dog and looked at what used to be her home......

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A/N: Well? Well???????? HOW DID YA LIKE IT!?!?!?!?! I have changed my writing style a bit to add some background info on the surroundings and stuff...........PLUS it isn't romance!! *gasp*dramatic reprise*....and this is really fun to write so you are gonna be seeing more of this soon......

R+R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!