Missing: Chapter Four
His eyes weren't so bright today. It reminded her of a mist-covered glen in Ireland, one she'd seen in a book. A green to dark to be true brought on by the elements surrounding the land.
Rather like the reason why his eyes were so dark.
"No change?"
The dark haired woman shook her head, closing the book she'd been reading.
The light blue coverlet seemed to swamp the small frame upon the bed. Raven colored strands were strewn across a pristine white pillow. She'd move her head sometimes, looking as though she'd wanted to cry out. But her eyes never opened. She'd been this way for two weeks, ever since...
With a sigh, a hand raked though short golden strands. They were both lost him now. One within the haze of her mind, the other not even on this earth, for all they knew.
They had all found each other in the field, and then Squall had been sucked away. By who or what.... They had no idea. Even Ellone had tried to call for him, but had been unable to break whatever spell had been cast.
"Seifer..." She spoke his name softly, and he looked up, unaware that his head had dropped. "They'll be alright. Edea is working on it."
"I hope so..." He took another look at Rinoa, then slowly turned and walks away. Ellone didn't try to stop him; instead, she went back to where she had marked her page.
They'd often been read this book as child, the tale of Cloud and his group of friends, out to save the world. But she'd always felt for the villain in this story... A cast aside angel.
He was part of the reason Squall and Seifer had taken up the gunblade, that and the movie Laguna had made, so long ago. Seifer had adapted Laguna's stance, but his love of swordplay had all come from this book.
She had just begun to read of Aeris' death, when a few blue droplets began to splotch the pages.
'Damnit all ta' hell....'
Irvine scowled as his aim was off again. He'd hit the bulls-eye, but not on the target he'd been aiming at.
A few feet away, he heard the relentless pounding of an overstuffed punching bag - stop. He turned slightly, glancing at Zell.
His usual upbeat hair was limp, drenched with sweat. Zell had been going at it for almost three hours, and he was red from exertion. It seemed he'd undone his junctions, Irvine had seen him knock a bag clear off with one punch.
"You alright?" He drawled, watching as Zell lifted his head. He was wearing his old knuckles, his first pair. Black masking tape was wound around the metal and leather, the only thing holding them together.
"Do I look like I'm alright?" He asked, puffing his bangs from his face.
"You look like you wanna beat the shit outta something otha' then a bag..."
Zell just nodded, eyes studying the red leather of the bag.
"Training center? Coupla' hours?"
"Yea. Should we ask Quisty and Selphie?"
Irvine nodded. He'd yet to see either of them for a day, both were holed up in the library, going through the many books of magic and para-magic that the Gardens and Laguna had sent to them. All in an effort to find Squall.
He slowly started to dust the hilt of the weapon, looking for any cracks amongst the gleaming pewter of the lion. As the cloth ran over the base, he noticed something under the left hind paw. His eyes narrowed for a moment, till he saw that it wasn't a flaw, but an inscription.
Griever.
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A/N - Tried to make this one a bit longer. ^_^ Yes, I will have Vinnie in this, hopefully in a very original way... and No, Zack will not be with Aeris. (Watches the plot bunnies go wild) Hehe, maybe I'll write the next chapter in a few minutes...
Disclaimers: I wish I owned them, I'd make clones, and give them out to people whom review. : Plays with her new Fett toy:
His eyes weren't so bright today. It reminded her of a mist-covered glen in Ireland, one she'd seen in a book. A green to dark to be true brought on by the elements surrounding the land.
Rather like the reason why his eyes were so dark.
"No change?"
The dark haired woman shook her head, closing the book she'd been reading.
The light blue coverlet seemed to swamp the small frame upon the bed. Raven colored strands were strewn across a pristine white pillow. She'd move her head sometimes, looking as though she'd wanted to cry out. But her eyes never opened. She'd been this way for two weeks, ever since...
With a sigh, a hand raked though short golden strands. They were both lost him now. One within the haze of her mind, the other not even on this earth, for all they knew.
They had all found each other in the field, and then Squall had been sucked away. By who or what.... They had no idea. Even Ellone had tried to call for him, but had been unable to break whatever spell had been cast.
"Seifer..." She spoke his name softly, and he looked up, unaware that his head had dropped. "They'll be alright. Edea is working on it."
"I hope so..." He took another look at Rinoa, then slowly turned and walks away. Ellone didn't try to stop him; instead, she went back to where she had marked her page.
They'd often been read this book as child, the tale of Cloud and his group of friends, out to save the world. But she'd always felt for the villain in this story... A cast aside angel.
He was part of the reason Squall and Seifer had taken up the gunblade, that and the movie Laguna had made, so long ago. Seifer had adapted Laguna's stance, but his love of swordplay had all come from this book.
She had just begun to read of Aeris' death, when a few blue droplets began to splotch the pages.
'Damnit all ta' hell....'
Irvine scowled as his aim was off again. He'd hit the bulls-eye, but not on the target he'd been aiming at.
A few feet away, he heard the relentless pounding of an overstuffed punching bag - stop. He turned slightly, glancing at Zell.
His usual upbeat hair was limp, drenched with sweat. Zell had been going at it for almost three hours, and he was red from exertion. It seemed he'd undone his junctions, Irvine had seen him knock a bag clear off with one punch.
"You alright?" He drawled, watching as Zell lifted his head. He was wearing his old knuckles, his first pair. Black masking tape was wound around the metal and leather, the only thing holding them together.
"Do I look like I'm alright?" He asked, puffing his bangs from his face.
"You look like you wanna beat the shit outta something otha' then a bag..."
Zell just nodded, eyes studying the red leather of the bag.
"Training center? Coupla' hours?"
"Yea. Should we ask Quisty and Selphie?"
Irvine nodded. He'd yet to see either of them for a day, both were holed up in the library, going through the many books of magic and para-magic that the Gardens and Laguna had sent to them. All in an effort to find Squall.
He slowly started to dust the hilt of the weapon, looking for any cracks amongst the gleaming pewter of the lion. As the cloth ran over the base, he noticed something under the left hind paw. His eyes narrowed for a moment, till he saw that it wasn't a flaw, but an inscription.
Griever.
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A/N - Tried to make this one a bit longer. ^_^ Yes, I will have Vinnie in this, hopefully in a very original way... and No, Zack will not be with Aeris. (Watches the plot bunnies go wild) Hehe, maybe I'll write the next chapter in a few minutes...
Disclaimers: I wish I owned them, I'd make clones, and give them out to people whom review. : Plays with her new Fett toy: