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~My Song to You~
Chapter Six: Murder












The long oak dining table took up more than half of the furnished and carpeted room. A grand crystal chandlier hung in the center of the room, casting its light on the guests sitting below. The room was awfully brown, and Squall didn't know why it bugged him. Brown was a color you'd see everywhere, but he was anxious. Anxious to see her, not wooden tables or the serious looking faces of representitives of every garden that existed.

He was dismayed when he noticed all the seats were filled except for one which was five seats away from his, diagonally. Quistis noticed his anxiety and couldn't help but feel the same as him.

"Squa.." She was cut off by the light tapping of a spoon on a wine glass.

Everyone's attention was turned towards the head of the table, where Ryan Deling stood with a some what smile on his aging face. He placed the silverware back onto the table and clapped his hands together. "Well, as you all know, you are all honoured guests to be at this dinner tonight. Let us all congratulate Galbadia Garden's renaissance a sucess!"

Everyone raised their glasses and a loud 'cling' sound rung around the room as applaud and cheers were the only sound in the cozy room.

President Deling took his seat once again. "Let us begin then."

Squall stared at his plate with boredom shown on his face, whereas Zell was staring at his plate with complete interest. Quistis shifted her sapphire eyes around and occasionally casted a worried glance towards Squall, but he paid no heed to notice.

Damnit...I don't need to give a damn who she was...
And with that he stabbed his fork into the meat infront of him.




She walked alone, all alone, through the dark and empty streets of Galbadia. Her pale hand tucked a strand of long dark hair behind her nicely shaped ears as she continued on her way slowly, pulling her long coat closer.

Her body shivered as she waited for the light to change. The red light seemed to vibrate as she stared at it, and it frightened her for no reason.

Finally, the light changed to green and she walked hastilly past, not wanting people to see her. It was starting to drizzle, and she would love to be sitting at home, even though it was rather frightening to live in a huge mansion all alone.

Her heels clicked against the wet pavement as she turned a corner that was completely empty except for a hunched over shadow. Out of curiousity, she went closer to the shadow and lowered herself to see if she was able to see the person's face.

"Excuse me? Are you alright?" She asked softly.

The person stepped out of the shadows and she found herself staring at a wrinkled face of an old old man. He looked ancient almost, and it seemed like if she tapped him he would fall right over.

"Why would you care..." He stated it more than asking a question.

The young woman stepped back a bit, a bit surprised at the response. "I...I was just...making sure..."

"Sorceresses have no heart, they do not care about lives, more so of a homeless old man's life!" He spat.

Her round eyes widened. "How..."

"I can see young one," The lips of the wrinkled face curled into a smirked, showing the few yellow teeth left. "You heartless creature!" He advanced slowly towards her with a pointed bony finger.

She stared, horrified, although she knew she was much more stronger than this old man. "Nothing but a heartless witch! Witch!!" He continued to holler at her.

Her hands flew to her ears as she backed away. "Stop it!! I'm not like that..." She cried back weakly.

"Don't act innocent...I've been alive many decades and I know. I tell you witch, I know when one is asking for pity! And that's what I will give you! I pity you, for being such a cruel thing, all you strive for, all your life's goal, is just power."

"You won't ever suceed, good always wins."

"You'll never have a family."

"A sweet loving child to greet you everyday, no one to call you mom."

"No one will ever be there, no one will stand by your side. And if they do, they are frightened. Frightened to loose there lives under your cruel little hands." His menacing piercing grey eyes shot at her like bullets.

She felt hot burning tears at the verge of spilling. "Who are you?! Why are you being so mean to me?!"

"Mean?!" The old man laughed...literally cackled. "You're the one who will cause the world chaos."

She couldn't take the hurtful words this old man was saying, and causing her. Her eyes flashed a brilliant bright purple as her hand shot out from the inside of her jacket pocket and her suddenly long fingers nails pierced the wrinkled flesh of the old man in front of her.

The old man did not cry, did not scream, did not look in anguish. But he merily smirked, showing his yellow teeth once again, and slowly raised one hand to point at her. "You...will...never...be..."

Her grip tightened, her blazing purple eyes giving no sign of weakening.

"loved..." And the old man dropped dead.



The next thing she knew, she was at home. Laying on her pink covered sheeted bed, her chocolate brown eyes staring intently at the peach coloured ceiling above her.

Rinoa Heartilly felt sick.

She sat up and stared at her right hand, her nails were normal, but she could see the stain of fresh blood still emarked and soaked into her skin. She felt like throwing up, who wouldn't?

Oh Hyne...Oh Hyne... Was all that repeated in her head as she buried her face into her hands, tears spilling freely now that she was alone.

I'm sorry... She uttered. I didn't mean to...I...I really didn't...I couldn't control myself...my emotions...aren't in my control. I'm sorry...oh dear Hyne I'm sorry..

Rinoa stared at her hands with anguish as she slammed them against her wooden desk, not feeling any pain, she just felt numb. I killed someone...I killed someone...

Her puffy eyes lowered and landed on a picture frame of her and Angelo. She missed that dog...who always stuck with her when ever she needed help. But she had to give Angelo up, she was scared. Scared that she would possibly hurt her beloved dog also, just as she did tonight.

Yet one thing nagged at her. Who was the old man...and how did he know so much. It sent a chill down her spine and she wondered if he was one of those old fortune tellers or people that claimed to be able to see .

She stepped into the washroom slowly and turned on the warm water from the tap. She stuck her stained hand under the running water and watched as it blended and disappeared completely with the clear liquid.

Somehow, she knew she would never forget this day. Her very hands that brought her happiness and music to others, were weapons to innocent lives. She couldn't stand it.

You're a murderer Rinoa Heartilly. A little voice screamed in her already filled mind.

She hit her head on the washroom cabinet. "I know! I know...please...leave me alone..." She muttered to herself.

Now she was hallucinating. "What's wrong with me...am I that..messed up?! I'm talking to myself...I'm killing people...I can't even control myself.....hyne..." A fresh set of tears found their way down her pale cheeks.

Stop pitying yourself Rinoa. It's not going to help, because you're a killer, plain and simple. That's all you are...that old man was right. You'll never be loved, you'll never have a loving family, a kid to greet you 'mama'. No love, no family, no future. You have nothing Rinoa.

"...That's true..." She couldn't help but start to believe the little fights she was having in her mind. This reminded her of Squall. He had little quarrels with his thoughts. And here she was, doing the exact same thing.

Someday they're going to find out, what you did tonight...and they're going to come after you, and everyone's going to be merciless. They'll find you, and do the exact same thing you did to that man. Maybe worst, but for sure, they'll come...

She clenched her fists into tight balls as she pulled at her hair. Another pounding headache seemed to arise and all she could do was sit on the marble washroom floor.

"They're all after me..."






AN: Basically Rinoa is just really...freaked that she actually killed someone. Not like she wanted to though. And now she's starting to hallucinate with her own thoughts and things. If that wasn't clear in the fic I'm just clearing up some things ^^;; Hope you guys liked this chapter and stay tuned ~