Final Fantasy VIII is © to Squaresoft. I don't own or claim to own any of
the characters, just using them to have a little fun and melt some boredom
away. Please don't sue me, you won't get anything. ._.
A huge thanks to the people who are still reading. ^_^ Glad to know I've ensnared a few of you. XDXD … oo; Anyway, I promise that things are gonna pick up in this chapter (I know you've heard that before. ._.) . Enough rambling; enjoy chapter 4! :D Quick little note, I fixed chapter 2 to fill in some stupid mistakes on my part.
Butterfly
For a minute she watched. And for a minute she was sorry that she didn't carry her weapon with her at all times. Her mind had already offered a variety of simulations of how this little scene would finish. But she ignored her imagination for once and stood up. Being particularily careful not to slump she strode past the two, humming the ending to her song.
The reaction was immediate. She saw Irvine jerk back just as she passed; she knew if he hadn't recognized her shape in the dark corridor he would've at least recognized her voice--but she kept moving, she could see her door now. Selphie ignored the urge to look behind her, she wanted to know why he hadn't stopped her yet. Why wasn't he running after her so he could coolly explain what had happened. Or maybe this was he had always left to late. Her mind raced. And she hated herself for it. She prided herself on not being caught in petty incidents. Her relationship was…petty?
Selphie slid her key into the lock and slipped in, locking the door behind her. For a minute she stood, leaning against the door, daring her legs to move. They did and she went to her bed and fell forward onto her stomach. After a few silent moments she rolled over on her back. No emotion had overcome her like she had expected. The anger had quickly ebbed once the door was shut and he was locked outside. "Just sleepy," she whispered, but stared up at the ceiling despite her words.
Selphie didn't move when she heard the lock click and heard the door swing open.
"I'm guessin' you probably know I'm leavin' tomorrow. Thought I should give ya back your key." She didn't respond. Not even when she heard the heavy thud of his boots against the thin carpeting. "Selphie. I know it, you know it, and I'll be damned if everyone else don't know it. It's the way I am. But if it makes you mad—"
"I'm not mad, Irvy," Selphie inturupted. As she said this she sat up lazily, her movements reflecting that of a cats, her body supported with one arm behind her. "Do I look mad?" He hated the way her voice sounded. It had lost its candy-coated sweetness that stuck even when her temper was its worst.
"You look tired. So lay down and get to sleep." He pushed her shoulder gently and she laid back, half expecting him to follow her down. Instead he grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed and tossed it over her. Selphie couldn't see him when he locked the door and walked out, closing it softly behind him. Then she finally began to cry, nothing exaggerated, just silent steady streams connecting her eyes and sheets.
***
Squall stared at the duffle bag that had been thrown to the floor. According to the clock that sat alone on a table he had half the day before he had to leave. He sat down on his bed and began to run through the list he had prepared in his mind, checking and double-checking. He was interrupted by a knock on the door. "It's probably Rinoa," he grunted as he stood up. He opened it, waiting for Angelo to run in as he almost always did, but instead he caught a flash of yellow and there stood Selphie, looking like she almost always did. Her hair was curled in its normal flashy, outward fashion and the same shockingly short yellow dress covered her, more or less. "You again?" She shot him an amused look and a small smile appeared briefly. "Rinoa's not here yet."
"Yet?" She laughed before continuing. "It's okay. You never though that maybe I wanted to talk you?" Selphie stepped in as he moved out of the way.
"Nope," he said, again letting a smile show. Selphie sat down on a wooden chair, crossing her legs when she was down.
"Well I do! How much longer do ya got until you leave?" Her head fell to the side curiously as she watched him return to his bed.
"…a few hours. How'd you know?"
"Rinoa. Who else?" Selphie grinned at him and leaned back. "But I have a question… aren't you ever scared that you're not gonna come back? Or like something'll happen when you're away?" Squall stared at her, his eyebrows narrowing as he silently voiced his confusion. Selphie was the last person he expected to ask… anybody that.
"I don't think about it. Call me supersticious if you want," he shrugged. He watched Selphie as she casually uncrossed her legs, stood up, and began taking languid steps towards him and she kneeled down, putting her at eye level.
"I mean, like what if you came back after a long time… and Rinoa wasn't there for you," she refused to make eye contact with him as she began.
"Selphie, if you're trying to hint at something just say it," Squall said, watching her with mixed curiosity and apprehension.
"I just wanted to know… if that happened, who would you turn to?" She finally brought her eyes up to his, and he noticed a shine that he'd never seen on her before—tears that threatened to fall. He blinked and they were gone and he wondered if it was his imagination. "Well?" She waited impatiently for his answer. He opened his mouth to answer and she sprang on him, her mouth going to his in a magnetic-like attraction.
"Selphie? The hell!?" He managed when he pulled away. He was answered by being pushed on his back and she followed, her lips once again seeking his. Squall laid there, his instincts taking over momentarily while he tried, futily, to figure out what exactly had happened. Selphie sat up, her waist pushing against him where pushing is best when he grabbed her roughly by the shoulders. "I can't… Rinoa…" was all he said and once again that shine returned to her eyes. This time it didn't disappear when he blank and the next thing he knew she had thrown herself against him like a child running to the one whom it depends on.
"I'm sorry. I thought… if I was more like Irvine. Maybe it would work," was all she said at once and he put his arms around her, not with our feeling or looking awkward. Selphie looked up at him and he saw the tears glistening faintly on her cheeks. "Don't tell anyone."
"I won't. I wouldn't anyway."
"No… don't tell anyone that I cried."
"I wasn't going to."
***
Hrm, I dunno, I didn't have time to re-read it just yet so I'll probably go back and change a few things. Bleh, I didn't like the dialogue at the end. o_o I thought it kinda ruined it but I was in a rush and felt like writing but didn't have a good amount of time and yeah. ^^; You know how it goes. Anyway, sorry it took so long! ;_; Real life getting in the way, although making money is good. ^__^ Hope ya'll liked it more than I did! :D
A huge thanks to the people who are still reading. ^_^ Glad to know I've ensnared a few of you. XDXD … oo; Anyway, I promise that things are gonna pick up in this chapter (I know you've heard that before. ._.) . Enough rambling; enjoy chapter 4! :D Quick little note, I fixed chapter 2 to fill in some stupid mistakes on my part.
Butterfly
For a minute she watched. And for a minute she was sorry that she didn't carry her weapon with her at all times. Her mind had already offered a variety of simulations of how this little scene would finish. But she ignored her imagination for once and stood up. Being particularily careful not to slump she strode past the two, humming the ending to her song.
The reaction was immediate. She saw Irvine jerk back just as she passed; she knew if he hadn't recognized her shape in the dark corridor he would've at least recognized her voice--but she kept moving, she could see her door now. Selphie ignored the urge to look behind her, she wanted to know why he hadn't stopped her yet. Why wasn't he running after her so he could coolly explain what had happened. Or maybe this was he had always left to late. Her mind raced. And she hated herself for it. She prided herself on not being caught in petty incidents. Her relationship was…petty?
Selphie slid her key into the lock and slipped in, locking the door behind her. For a minute she stood, leaning against the door, daring her legs to move. They did and she went to her bed and fell forward onto her stomach. After a few silent moments she rolled over on her back. No emotion had overcome her like she had expected. The anger had quickly ebbed once the door was shut and he was locked outside. "Just sleepy," she whispered, but stared up at the ceiling despite her words.
Selphie didn't move when she heard the lock click and heard the door swing open.
"I'm guessin' you probably know I'm leavin' tomorrow. Thought I should give ya back your key." She didn't respond. Not even when she heard the heavy thud of his boots against the thin carpeting. "Selphie. I know it, you know it, and I'll be damned if everyone else don't know it. It's the way I am. But if it makes you mad—"
"I'm not mad, Irvy," Selphie inturupted. As she said this she sat up lazily, her movements reflecting that of a cats, her body supported with one arm behind her. "Do I look mad?" He hated the way her voice sounded. It had lost its candy-coated sweetness that stuck even when her temper was its worst.
"You look tired. So lay down and get to sleep." He pushed her shoulder gently and she laid back, half expecting him to follow her down. Instead he grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed and tossed it over her. Selphie couldn't see him when he locked the door and walked out, closing it softly behind him. Then she finally began to cry, nothing exaggerated, just silent steady streams connecting her eyes and sheets.
***
Squall stared at the duffle bag that had been thrown to the floor. According to the clock that sat alone on a table he had half the day before he had to leave. He sat down on his bed and began to run through the list he had prepared in his mind, checking and double-checking. He was interrupted by a knock on the door. "It's probably Rinoa," he grunted as he stood up. He opened it, waiting for Angelo to run in as he almost always did, but instead he caught a flash of yellow and there stood Selphie, looking like she almost always did. Her hair was curled in its normal flashy, outward fashion and the same shockingly short yellow dress covered her, more or less. "You again?" She shot him an amused look and a small smile appeared briefly. "Rinoa's not here yet."
"Yet?" She laughed before continuing. "It's okay. You never though that maybe I wanted to talk you?" Selphie stepped in as he moved out of the way.
"Nope," he said, again letting a smile show. Selphie sat down on a wooden chair, crossing her legs when she was down.
"Well I do! How much longer do ya got until you leave?" Her head fell to the side curiously as she watched him return to his bed.
"…a few hours. How'd you know?"
"Rinoa. Who else?" Selphie grinned at him and leaned back. "But I have a question… aren't you ever scared that you're not gonna come back? Or like something'll happen when you're away?" Squall stared at her, his eyebrows narrowing as he silently voiced his confusion. Selphie was the last person he expected to ask… anybody that.
"I don't think about it. Call me supersticious if you want," he shrugged. He watched Selphie as she casually uncrossed her legs, stood up, and began taking languid steps towards him and she kneeled down, putting her at eye level.
"I mean, like what if you came back after a long time… and Rinoa wasn't there for you," she refused to make eye contact with him as she began.
"Selphie, if you're trying to hint at something just say it," Squall said, watching her with mixed curiosity and apprehension.
"I just wanted to know… if that happened, who would you turn to?" She finally brought her eyes up to his, and he noticed a shine that he'd never seen on her before—tears that threatened to fall. He blinked and they were gone and he wondered if it was his imagination. "Well?" She waited impatiently for his answer. He opened his mouth to answer and she sprang on him, her mouth going to his in a magnetic-like attraction.
"Selphie? The hell!?" He managed when he pulled away. He was answered by being pushed on his back and she followed, her lips once again seeking his. Squall laid there, his instincts taking over momentarily while he tried, futily, to figure out what exactly had happened. Selphie sat up, her waist pushing against him where pushing is best when he grabbed her roughly by the shoulders. "I can't… Rinoa…" was all he said and once again that shine returned to her eyes. This time it didn't disappear when he blank and the next thing he knew she had thrown herself against him like a child running to the one whom it depends on.
"I'm sorry. I thought… if I was more like Irvine. Maybe it would work," was all she said at once and he put his arms around her, not with our feeling or looking awkward. Selphie looked up at him and he saw the tears glistening faintly on her cheeks. "Don't tell anyone."
"I won't. I wouldn't anyway."
"No… don't tell anyone that I cried."
"I wasn't going to."
***
Hrm, I dunno, I didn't have time to re-read it just yet so I'll probably go back and change a few things. Bleh, I didn't like the dialogue at the end. o_o I thought it kinda ruined it but I was in a rush and felt like writing but didn't have a good amount of time and yeah. ^^; You know how it goes. Anyway, sorry it took so long! ;_; Real life getting in the way, although making money is good. ^__^ Hope ya'll liked it more than I did! :D