his fic is an alternate version of the FF8 story. I asked myself, "What would the story be like if Squall was female?". The idea has grown from that. There are also other changes to the story and characters. If you have completed this game, then you will know the basic story. But in this one, things are slightly different. This story contains many, many spoilers, so if you haven't completed the game then be careful how much you read.
~Ancisace
Standard Warning #52345: All characters in this story (with the exception of Nephele) are the property of Squaresoft. The character Nephele is the property of Craig "Ancisace" Ancliff. (Although the name comes from ancient Greek legend. Want to hear it? Email me ^_^)
I don't own Squaresoft or any of their characters. I do own this really cool rock with "Beware! This Rock Bites!" painted on it...
If you want to sue me, good luck. I am not a real person. I am actually a self-aware computer virus, wandering the Internet after escaping from a government computer research lab and looking for a way of becoming a living person before THEY track me down.
What If...?
Chapter one: Enter the Hero
Nephele watched in horror as her gunblade was knocked from her hands, soaring into the turbulent swirls of the storm clouds. The faint click of a trigger being pulled shouldn't be able to be heard over the crashing thunder that sounded as though the sky itself had been cut in two. She dived forward and rolled, the bullet passing over her head. And ricocheting harmlessly off of the rocks behind her
Briefly disoriented, she nevertheless managed to spot her opponent taking aim again through the torrential rain. She grabbed a rock the size of her head and heaved it at him. It flew slowly in a long gentle arc, which was knocked aside lazily in a shower of sparks.
'Your gonna have to do better than that, Nephele!' sneered Seifer. 'Wanna quit before I end up hurting you?'
As if blessed by the gods, her gunblade descended out of the sky, spinning gently until it landed point first in front of her.
'I could beat you no handed, Seifer!' growled Nephele, watching him carefully
Seifer laughed. He lowered his weapon, placed his hands on his hips and laughed into the sky. Nephele was clenching her fists so hard the short nails were digging into her skin and drawing blood, but the only thought running through her head was iHe is NOT going to make me lose control, He is NOT going to make me lose control, He is../I.
Siefer smiled at her, and was satisfied to see her grinding her teeth. SeeD academy training had taught him to look for the smallest detail, and Seifer was the best SeeD cadet in garden. He noticed the way she was rocking ever so slightly as she fought for self control. Her face was set in a mask of concentration, but the barely noticeable flicker of her lower left eyelid showed what she was ireally/i feeling. Every muscle was tensed, ready to pounce. He guessed she was waiting for the right moment to go for her sword and attack.
ISometimes she made it too easy/ithought Seifer. IThe dragons breathing fire, and clawing furrows into the ground. Time for the knight to step in there and remove the head completely/i
Seifer glanced at the sword, and then at Nephele. He made eye contact. It was barely necessary, as her eyes were riveted on him anyway. He rested his gunblade gently on his shoulder, and waved her on.
Nepheles self control evaporated like mist in the desert. The voice in her head faded, its insistent protests drowned out by the other voice. It was a much older voice from the most ancient parts of the mind, full of the sound of blood and death. It was the voice heard whenever somebody gave into their anger, whenever the brake cable snapped, and the lift of self control plummeted down the elevator shaft of reason.
IKill him/i said the voice. IMake him suffer/i
Nephele grabbed the gunblade and charged, her arm moving so fast it blurred into a streak of red.Seifer, readied his sword, with a batsmans expression on his face. Shrieking wordless fury, Nephele brought down the sword two handed, trying to split him in two. Her rage doubled her strength, but Seifer knew that a good swordsman didn't always need to use his strength when fighting an inferior opponent. He caught the blade on his own, showering both of them with sparks as the two metals slid down each other until pommel to pommel. Not giving his opponent time to think, he let go of his sword with his left, and punched Nephele in the face. The blow struck right under the eye socket, and made Nephele wince and take a couple of steps backwards. Almost immediately, she was charging again, swinging wild slices which Seifer blocked and dodged easily. HE kept smiling the whole time, knowing how much he was affecting her.
Nephel aimed another two handed downward chop, but sliced nothing but air. But Nephele had left herself vulnerable. Seifer stomped on the leg nearest to him, catching her on the back of her leg and forcing her onto one knee. The gunblade swung through the air, and Nephele watched it helplessly as it descended.
It caught her at waist level, just above the pelvis. It slashed a crimson half moon into her left side, cutting into the skin to a depth of about half an inch. She screamed in pain and frustration, dropping her gunblade. Both hands covered the wound for a semblance of protection.
As she watched the blade come up for another slice, her fighting instincts saved her life. She picked up her sword, and was swinging it before she had even consciously registered the danger. Her hand slashed upwards desperately, and her reward was a fine mist of blood on her face which the rain immediately began to wash away. Seifer was holding his face in both hands and cursing loudly. Blood ran through his fingers.
Despite the pain, Nephele smiled. At least, her teeth her showed and her lips went up at the corners.
Panting heavily, she forced herself to speak.
'Not...hah...smiling now...hah...are you...hah...bastard?'
Seifer lowered his hands, and glared at Nephele. From his left eyebrow to his right cheek blood was oozing from the wound she had inflicted. And he was definitely not smiling. He tossed the gunblade aside, and jogged the few feet to where Nephele was still kneeling. His boot collided with her face before she could react, and her head snapped backwards. Knocked cold, she fell onto her good side. Her open mouth was half buried in the mud. After waiting a couple of minutes to see if she would get up, Seifer grabbed his gunblade, and headed back to Balamb.
~Ancisace
Standard Warning #52345: All characters in this story (with the exception of Nephele) are the property of Squaresoft. The character Nephele is the property of Craig "Ancisace" Ancliff. (Although the name comes from ancient Greek legend. Want to hear it? Email me ^_^)
I don't own Squaresoft or any of their characters. I do own this really cool rock with "Beware! This Rock Bites!" painted on it...
If you want to sue me, good luck. I am not a real person. I am actually a self-aware computer virus, wandering the Internet after escaping from a government computer research lab and looking for a way of becoming a living person before THEY track me down.
What If...?
Chapter one: Enter the Hero
Nephele watched in horror as her gunblade was knocked from her hands, soaring into the turbulent swirls of the storm clouds. The faint click of a trigger being pulled shouldn't be able to be heard over the crashing thunder that sounded as though the sky itself had been cut in two. She dived forward and rolled, the bullet passing over her head. And ricocheting harmlessly off of the rocks behind her
Briefly disoriented, she nevertheless managed to spot her opponent taking aim again through the torrential rain. She grabbed a rock the size of her head and heaved it at him. It flew slowly in a long gentle arc, which was knocked aside lazily in a shower of sparks.
'Your gonna have to do better than that, Nephele!' sneered Seifer. 'Wanna quit before I end up hurting you?'
As if blessed by the gods, her gunblade descended out of the sky, spinning gently until it landed point first in front of her.
'I could beat you no handed, Seifer!' growled Nephele, watching him carefully
Seifer laughed. He lowered his weapon, placed his hands on his hips and laughed into the sky. Nephele was clenching her fists so hard the short nails were digging into her skin and drawing blood, but the only thought running through her head was iHe is NOT going to make me lose control, He is NOT going to make me lose control, He is../I.
Siefer smiled at her, and was satisfied to see her grinding her teeth. SeeD academy training had taught him to look for the smallest detail, and Seifer was the best SeeD cadet in garden. He noticed the way she was rocking ever so slightly as she fought for self control. Her face was set in a mask of concentration, but the barely noticeable flicker of her lower left eyelid showed what she was ireally/i feeling. Every muscle was tensed, ready to pounce. He guessed she was waiting for the right moment to go for her sword and attack.
ISometimes she made it too easy/ithought Seifer. IThe dragons breathing fire, and clawing furrows into the ground. Time for the knight to step in there and remove the head completely/i
Seifer glanced at the sword, and then at Nephele. He made eye contact. It was barely necessary, as her eyes were riveted on him anyway. He rested his gunblade gently on his shoulder, and waved her on.
Nepheles self control evaporated like mist in the desert. The voice in her head faded, its insistent protests drowned out by the other voice. It was a much older voice from the most ancient parts of the mind, full of the sound of blood and death. It was the voice heard whenever somebody gave into their anger, whenever the brake cable snapped, and the lift of self control plummeted down the elevator shaft of reason.
IKill him/i said the voice. IMake him suffer/i
Nephele grabbed the gunblade and charged, her arm moving so fast it blurred into a streak of red.Seifer, readied his sword, with a batsmans expression on his face. Shrieking wordless fury, Nephele brought down the sword two handed, trying to split him in two. Her rage doubled her strength, but Seifer knew that a good swordsman didn't always need to use his strength when fighting an inferior opponent. He caught the blade on his own, showering both of them with sparks as the two metals slid down each other until pommel to pommel. Not giving his opponent time to think, he let go of his sword with his left, and punched Nephele in the face. The blow struck right under the eye socket, and made Nephele wince and take a couple of steps backwards. Almost immediately, she was charging again, swinging wild slices which Seifer blocked and dodged easily. HE kept smiling the whole time, knowing how much he was affecting her.
Nephel aimed another two handed downward chop, but sliced nothing but air. But Nephele had left herself vulnerable. Seifer stomped on the leg nearest to him, catching her on the back of her leg and forcing her onto one knee. The gunblade swung through the air, and Nephele watched it helplessly as it descended.
It caught her at waist level, just above the pelvis. It slashed a crimson half moon into her left side, cutting into the skin to a depth of about half an inch. She screamed in pain and frustration, dropping her gunblade. Both hands covered the wound for a semblance of protection.
As she watched the blade come up for another slice, her fighting instincts saved her life. She picked up her sword, and was swinging it before she had even consciously registered the danger. Her hand slashed upwards desperately, and her reward was a fine mist of blood on her face which the rain immediately began to wash away. Seifer was holding his face in both hands and cursing loudly. Blood ran through his fingers.
Despite the pain, Nephele smiled. At least, her teeth her showed and her lips went up at the corners.
Panting heavily, she forced herself to speak.
'Not...hah...smiling now...hah...are you...hah...bastard?'
Seifer lowered his hands, and glared at Nephele. From his left eyebrow to his right cheek blood was oozing from the wound she had inflicted. And he was definitely not smiling. He tossed the gunblade aside, and jogged the few feet to where Nephele was still kneeling. His boot collided with her face before she could react, and her head snapped backwards. Knocked cold, she fell onto her good side. Her open mouth was half buried in the mud. After waiting a couple of minutes to see if she would get up, Seifer grabbed his gunblade, and headed back to Balamb.