A/N: Characters not mine, all belong to Squaresoft.
A/N2: Based off Spirits by kurai illusion. I'll say it again: if you like this,
go read her fic~
incriminating evidence
where is he? he's not here yet -
and the test has started [he can't be messing
this up, not again] . fuujin doesn't know where
he is [this can't be good, he's always with them] -
a scream; as they flinch back from the
grass stained with reddish-brown flecks.
blood. eyes widen as they fall upon her weapon;
her shooting star. (this can't be! no…rinoa..)
gasps of horror. she isn't…she can't be…
ears perceive the sound of dripping.
eyes search, afraid, and the shocked whisper -
a t-rexaur's head, and his gunblade through it.
his hyperion.
she waits, and they return, shocked and scared
and worried – what's wrong she asks, and they
tell her in tones of fear and anxiety. he walks through the
door, blond hair wet.
what took you so long? and he says he was delayed.
disbelieving looks, and angry cries of 'murderer'
after all, in their eyes, those weapons are enough
to incriminate him.