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~
revelation
he waltzed out of the room; as if he owned the place -
fear, and suspicion prevail. by the bedside one lone figure sits;
dark-haired, silent and worried (rinoa, you can't leave me)
and boiling over (seifer's going to get two fractures in his skull)
shock. bad news. (they're gonna stop the funding to trabia garden)
and outrage (galbadia's requested seifer, we've gotta let him go)
with angry cries of protest (you're gonna let him go after what he did?)
head shaking slowly, we've got no choice in the matter (he's galbadia's now)
one quick nod from the blonde instructor.
and one silverhaired woman and dark skinned man
lean over the table, trying to comfort their proud friend
innocent, she says, and the blonde instructor enters, tossing
paper and pen down onto the table (your written test)
he looks up and smirks (galbadia talked sense into you?)
she doesn't reply, as he takes the pen and starts scribbling down
quick answers (smooth, and easy)
time passes, and he throws down the pen (new record, only 25 minutes)
she looks up, takes the paper, nods, and he leaves
glance through the paper, is there a flaw? (excuse to detuct one mark)
and small words written in the corner – I didn't do it.
a brown-haired girl runs around, frantic
the sharpshooter reaches out and gently consoles her
she collapses, whispering words he understands.
thank you irvy.