A/N: Here's chapter two! Chapter three will pop up sometime in the distant
future where elves rule and humans are all weird and stuff!
Chapter 2:
You're not Suppose to be here!
Squall cruised down the hallway sometime after curfew. He had his gunblade so if anyone asked, he was going to the training center. Even though it would be pretty pointless considering that he was at level one hundred and all he had to do was look at the grats and they'd die. But still, that was his excuse and he was sticking to it.
Slowly he came to a stop in front of a door and looked at the number. The halls being as dark as they were made it hard to make out the number, but he assumed he was at the right room. Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out small box labeled 'lock pick'. He kneeled down and proceeded to unlock the door and go inside.
Now Zell, he was doing the exact same thing, but in a different part of the dormitories. He was already in this room (Though he had just as much trouble reading the numbers as Squall did). He sat down the four small books he had already acquired and proceeded to look around the room; opening draws and such, but making sure to be very cautious.
He really did hate this plan. Why did Irvine have to make the plan? It would be easier to come into the rooms during school and steal the diaries not when everyone was sleep. He shrugged in frustrations. Playing Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide who was going to make the plan was not the brightest thing to do.
Another was starting to annoy Zell. He couldn't find the diary. Maybe this girl didn't keep one. But the list of that survey he had gotten off the internet said that ninety-eight percent of the girls in the garden kept a diary. Maybe she was one of the two percent. He turned to last place he was going to look. Around the bed.
"Oh....Squall..." moaned the girl.
Zell's head popped up quickly and he looked around and then down. "Huh?"
"Come to me...Squall..."
Zell's eyebrow rose.
"YES Squall! Give it to me!"
Zell's expression went to disgusting with that last comment. He scooted back and was going to decide to just leave, but something kept him there. He wanted to find this diary now. This person was dreaming about Squall. He HAD to find this diary. He started searching around the bed again and slipped his hand under their pillow. He smiled slightly when he felt a hard, square object. He slowly pulled it from under the pillow when they grabbed him and pulled him into the bed.
"Oh...Squall...we're together at last..."
Zell blinked. Wow, that voice sure sounded familiar. Who was it? Since they now had him in the headlock and against their chest he decided he might as well ask.
"Rinoa?"
They squeezed tighter and Zell choked and gagged for air. If this was Rinoa she was pretty strong for her size. They loosen up and Zell re-planed. He was going to get the hell out of there with the diary. He was just about to get free, when they tighten up once again. He was stuck again...
Irvine smiled. His plan was so great. Zell and Squall thought he was stupid for wanting to steal the diaries at night, but he had his own plan. Steal the diaries as a front, but really take pictures of all these beauties while they slept soundlessly (Well a couple of them snored) in their beds. Some wearing almost nothing. Some wearing too much. And some were just right.
Just because he forgot that the bright ball of light in the sky was the sun didn't mean he was stupid. It just meant he forgot. He was still very much smart. He knew guns and women. That's all he needed in life.
So after taking pictures of the next lovely girl, he stole their diary and moved on to the next room. So many rooms, so little time. Good thing Squall has the power (Being the commander and all) to get the rooms and which ones were girls and the others guys. Made life so easy for Irvine.
Squall stood in the corner of the room he had entered going over a few things. One of these things was really starting to bug him. The question crossed his mind a thousand times and his answer was always unclear.
Did all girls in this damn garden dream about him?
This was the seventh room he'd been in and the girl was shouting his name. It didn't matter if they hated him and were killing, dreaming about being with him. Whatever, they were all dreaming about him. (And shouting his name.)
He pushed off the wall and started out, grabbing the small diary as he did so. He'd have to conduct a survey on that sometime. Maybe have Selphie run around asking the girls. She could say it was for the fun of it. They didn't have to give any personal info just a simple 'Yes, I do indeed dream about Squall.' or a 'No, why would I dream about Squall' would do him just fine?
He'd get Rinoa to do it, but she was going off on trees, who knows what she'd do to girls who say they dreamt about her boyfriend. And Quistis was also out of the story because she was so wired off of coffee she couldn't even ask the question properly. He also recall hearing from Dr. Kadowaki that the last time Quistis was asleep was sometime two days ago. Apparently her sleep walking conditions drove her to drink coffee constantly. Poor woman, she'd be in an mental home before she's twenty-one.
He picked the lock to the next room and creeped inside. There he was again. Thinking about everything. It was bad for his focusing. He might accidentally walk into a guy's room or in on a person fully awake.
Squall blinked. That's just what thinking did. He standing in a fully lit room. The TV was on, the radio was on. He noticed that they were in the bathroom though. He glanced around once again. Wow, this room sure looked familiar. Maybe he had already come in here. Before he could think about it anymore a hand tapped him on his shoulder.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
Squall gulped and turned around.
Zell had had enough. Rinoa was going to get off of him and stop thinking he was Squall. It wasn't cool to think that he was Squall. Squall was weird and did weird things.
"Oh...Squally. Me and you forever."
Zell groaned. It was time he got out of here before Rinoa started to get off. And by 'Get off' he meant that in the most dirtest way possible. So with this thought in mind. He grabbed her arm, gripped it tightly and flung her out of the bed. She landed with a nice thud.
She groaned and started scrambling around on the floor, looking for something. Zell assumed it was her weapon. He soon found out that it was the light switch. Because the light came on, blindly them both slightly. His eyes widen. Her eyes widen and they both pointed at one another and exclaimed...
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"
Irvine walked to his room. He was carrying too much stuff and he had to drop off what he had before he could continue his rounds. But once he got to his room, he yawned and decided that he was done for tonight. He stripped down to his boxers and jumped on his bed with the handful of pictures he had. He proceeded to look through them tossing the ones that were bad (meaning the picture was hard to make out) and the ones that were BAD (meaning the girls were just plain ugly)
"Bad...BAD....bad...Oh would you look at this one! JESUS! Oh wow, hot mamma!" Irvine stared at the picture. It was Rinoa and she was wearing a white silk nightgown and since it was summer she hadn't had the covers over her. He kinda wondered how this got into the pile. He had taken this way before the guys had decided to do this diary thing. Oh well. It was nice to stumble upon pictures that were this good. He made a note to find the one he had of Quistis as well. That one knocked his hat off...or whatever the sane was. Going back to the subject of Rinoa, he looked at the picture and sighed.
"If only Rinoa wasn't going out with Squall and wasn't so damn wacky." With that he continued on looking through the pictures. Then suddenly he had an idea. His head popped up and grinned as he slowly let his thoughts piece together a glorious plan. Then he fell asleep.
What was Squall going to do? What was Zell going to do? What is Irvine planning to do?
Chapter 2:
You're not Suppose to be here!
Squall cruised down the hallway sometime after curfew. He had his gunblade so if anyone asked, he was going to the training center. Even though it would be pretty pointless considering that he was at level one hundred and all he had to do was look at the grats and they'd die. But still, that was his excuse and he was sticking to it.
Slowly he came to a stop in front of a door and looked at the number. The halls being as dark as they were made it hard to make out the number, but he assumed he was at the right room. Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out small box labeled 'lock pick'. He kneeled down and proceeded to unlock the door and go inside.
Now Zell, he was doing the exact same thing, but in a different part of the dormitories. He was already in this room (Though he had just as much trouble reading the numbers as Squall did). He sat down the four small books he had already acquired and proceeded to look around the room; opening draws and such, but making sure to be very cautious.
He really did hate this plan. Why did Irvine have to make the plan? It would be easier to come into the rooms during school and steal the diaries not when everyone was sleep. He shrugged in frustrations. Playing Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide who was going to make the plan was not the brightest thing to do.
Another was starting to annoy Zell. He couldn't find the diary. Maybe this girl didn't keep one. But the list of that survey he had gotten off the internet said that ninety-eight percent of the girls in the garden kept a diary. Maybe she was one of the two percent. He turned to last place he was going to look. Around the bed.
"Oh....Squall..." moaned the girl.
Zell's head popped up quickly and he looked around and then down. "Huh?"
"Come to me...Squall..."
Zell's eyebrow rose.
"YES Squall! Give it to me!"
Zell's expression went to disgusting with that last comment. He scooted back and was going to decide to just leave, but something kept him there. He wanted to find this diary now. This person was dreaming about Squall. He HAD to find this diary. He started searching around the bed again and slipped his hand under their pillow. He smiled slightly when he felt a hard, square object. He slowly pulled it from under the pillow when they grabbed him and pulled him into the bed.
"Oh...Squall...we're together at last..."
Zell blinked. Wow, that voice sure sounded familiar. Who was it? Since they now had him in the headlock and against their chest he decided he might as well ask.
"Rinoa?"
They squeezed tighter and Zell choked and gagged for air. If this was Rinoa she was pretty strong for her size. They loosen up and Zell re-planed. He was going to get the hell out of there with the diary. He was just about to get free, when they tighten up once again. He was stuck again...
Irvine smiled. His plan was so great. Zell and Squall thought he was stupid for wanting to steal the diaries at night, but he had his own plan. Steal the diaries as a front, but really take pictures of all these beauties while they slept soundlessly (Well a couple of them snored) in their beds. Some wearing almost nothing. Some wearing too much. And some were just right.
Just because he forgot that the bright ball of light in the sky was the sun didn't mean he was stupid. It just meant he forgot. He was still very much smart. He knew guns and women. That's all he needed in life.
So after taking pictures of the next lovely girl, he stole their diary and moved on to the next room. So many rooms, so little time. Good thing Squall has the power (Being the commander and all) to get the rooms and which ones were girls and the others guys. Made life so easy for Irvine.
Squall stood in the corner of the room he had entered going over a few things. One of these things was really starting to bug him. The question crossed his mind a thousand times and his answer was always unclear.
Did all girls in this damn garden dream about him?
This was the seventh room he'd been in and the girl was shouting his name. It didn't matter if they hated him and were killing, dreaming about being with him. Whatever, they were all dreaming about him. (And shouting his name.)
He pushed off the wall and started out, grabbing the small diary as he did so. He'd have to conduct a survey on that sometime. Maybe have Selphie run around asking the girls. She could say it was for the fun of it. They didn't have to give any personal info just a simple 'Yes, I do indeed dream about Squall.' or a 'No, why would I dream about Squall' would do him just fine?
He'd get Rinoa to do it, but she was going off on trees, who knows what she'd do to girls who say they dreamt about her boyfriend. And Quistis was also out of the story because she was so wired off of coffee she couldn't even ask the question properly. He also recall hearing from Dr. Kadowaki that the last time Quistis was asleep was sometime two days ago. Apparently her sleep walking conditions drove her to drink coffee constantly. Poor woman, she'd be in an mental home before she's twenty-one.
He picked the lock to the next room and creeped inside. There he was again. Thinking about everything. It was bad for his focusing. He might accidentally walk into a guy's room or in on a person fully awake.
Squall blinked. That's just what thinking did. He standing in a fully lit room. The TV was on, the radio was on. He noticed that they were in the bathroom though. He glanced around once again. Wow, this room sure looked familiar. Maybe he had already come in here. Before he could think about it anymore a hand tapped him on his shoulder.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
Squall gulped and turned around.
Zell had had enough. Rinoa was going to get off of him and stop thinking he was Squall. It wasn't cool to think that he was Squall. Squall was weird and did weird things.
"Oh...Squally. Me and you forever."
Zell groaned. It was time he got out of here before Rinoa started to get off. And by 'Get off' he meant that in the most dirtest way possible. So with this thought in mind. He grabbed her arm, gripped it tightly and flung her out of the bed. She landed with a nice thud.
She groaned and started scrambling around on the floor, looking for something. Zell assumed it was her weapon. He soon found out that it was the light switch. Because the light came on, blindly them both slightly. His eyes widen. Her eyes widen and they both pointed at one another and exclaimed...
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"
Irvine walked to his room. He was carrying too much stuff and he had to drop off what he had before he could continue his rounds. But once he got to his room, he yawned and decided that he was done for tonight. He stripped down to his boxers and jumped on his bed with the handful of pictures he had. He proceeded to look through them tossing the ones that were bad (meaning the picture was hard to make out) and the ones that were BAD (meaning the girls were just plain ugly)
"Bad...BAD....bad...Oh would you look at this one! JESUS! Oh wow, hot mamma!" Irvine stared at the picture. It was Rinoa and she was wearing a white silk nightgown and since it was summer she hadn't had the covers over her. He kinda wondered how this got into the pile. He had taken this way before the guys had decided to do this diary thing. Oh well. It was nice to stumble upon pictures that were this good. He made a note to find the one he had of Quistis as well. That one knocked his hat off...or whatever the sane was. Going back to the subject of Rinoa, he looked at the picture and sighed.
"If only Rinoa wasn't going out with Squall and wasn't so damn wacky." With that he continued on looking through the pictures. Then suddenly he had an idea. His head popped up and grinned as he slowly let his thoughts piece together a glorious plan. Then he fell asleep.
What was Squall going to do? What was Zell going to do? What is Irvine planning to do?
