A/N: This is for the Clash of the Couples Contest.
Clash of the Couples by Pink Starz and Jello Ink
The rules are:
1. No lemons, please! R is ok, NC-17 is a no go. Sorry guys, family entertainment only.
2. There must be a plot! Basically, explain the characters' actions. 'Because' doesn't count! ^_~ PWP will not even be looked at!
3. A limit of four chapters. If you write really short chapters normally, put several in one upload.
4. The following couples don't count, we want something over and above the norm.
i) Seifer x Quistis, Rinoa, or Selphie
ii) Squall x Quistis, Rinoa or Selphie
iii) Seifer x Squall, Zell or Irvine
iv) Zell x Quistis, Rinoa or Selphie
v) Irvine x Quistis, Rinoa or Selphie
5. No incest please, Squall and Laguna are NOT an option.
Criteria for judging:
1. Creativity in plot structure
2. Grammar/ Spelling (mechanics) This is not as major as the other sections, but still counts to a degree.
3. Proper and selective inclusion of humorous and romantic elements as a basis for the plotline.
4. Weirdness factor of the couple in question! Rated 1-10!
Are you up to the challenge, FFVIII writers?
Well I decided I was up for the challange. The only problem I see I might have trouble doing is the four chapter limit. So be prepared for LONG chapys.
Dust of Lion, Heart of Diamonds
·º°º·.·º°º·Chapter 1·º°º·.·º°º·
His hands always sweat whenever he visited this place. He could never understand why. Maybe it was because they had always sweat around her when she was alive.
Squall leaned over and set the bundle of white roses carefully on top of the tomb stone. The head stone was sold white marble with two angelic wings reaching for the sky. Her name graced the marble in swirl letters adorned with tiny flowers. Rinoa Heartily. The tombstone had sat upon the hill for exactly a year, and it was still untouched by the weather.
It had been another year that the brown hair sorceress had suffered before she had truly joined the angels. It was just that, that had killed her. Those pure wings of angelic white, and her sorceress powers. After Ultimicia, after Time Compression Rinoa started to slip into faints, and would forget things easily. It turned out that the power inside her was eating away her brain driving her to madness.
Perhaps that was why all sorceress were evil. Because their power nestled into their brain destroying all rationality. Rinoa had died alone, while Squall had been away on some diplomatic SeeD mission. He could never forgive himself for that.
Life without her had become dull. Things around him seemed muted, voices and colors. It made him realize that they were all dead. Dead people walking.
He had began to think love was all a fairy tale. Soul mates, just a simple lie. Love was a fleeting reaction in the brain. Commitment, just another four letter word. Perhaps if love had been more like stories and like that old movie Laguna had been in he would have sought it out again. If love could have been immortal and not just confuse, and cause pain.
Squall sighed standing up. Her grave sight overlooked Obel Lake, its waters glistening in the morning sun. The leaves in the trees surrounding him gave a tinkling song as the wind blew.
"I would have loved her better then you ever could have" a voice came from behind him. Instantly Squall's muscles tensed at the sound of the rich voice filled with arrogance. The brown haired man turned around slowly too look upon the scarred face of his lifetime rival.
"Almasy" Squall said giving him the satisfaction of acknowledgement.
"One last duel, Squall. To see which one of us really is the best" Seifer said with his famous smirk.
"Forget it" Squall said walking past Seifer heading down the hill.
Squall fell suddenly as Seifer rammed into his shoulder blade. Squall hopped up growling and instantly drawing his glowing Lionheart. Seifer chuckled titling his head back a bit as he drew the slim Hyperion from his side.
Squall was the one that moved first blue clashing with black sending sparks scattering through the air. Seifer spun around attempting to bring his gunblade into Squall's shoulder but it was blocked easily. The struggle was like an age-old battle, fury and rivalry running very deep.
The killing blow took them both by surprise. One minute Squall had black Seifer easily. The next the Hyperion had slid off the Lionheart into Squall's side. His lifeblood rushed from the wound staining the green grass below him as he fell. Seifer cursed and Squall heard him running away into the trees. His rival hadn't even stayed to gloat. His gray eyes fluttered shut blocking out the sun. Now Rinoa's fate was truly upon Squall.
He would die alone.
One thing that Squall Leonhart never realized though. That he was truly never alone. There had always been one that had watched over him. Been with him before Rinoa, present even the night that they had first danced.
And she was there now. Appearing in a shower of ice, glimmering like diamonds. Instantly the air grew cold, freezing his blood into tiny crystals on the blades of grass. The faint breath coming from Squall slightly opened lips curled up into a mist. The GF Shiva dropped to her knees beside Squall, the dirt and grass instantly sheeting over with ice.
She brushed his hair back from his face with one blue hand. He instantly began to shiver at her closeness. So cold it was almost painful. Shiva decided at that instant there was only one thing she could do. Breaking the cardinal rule of GF society, she did what she had to. She leaned over and placed her tinted blue lips against Squall's soft pink ones.
And She breathed.
Clash of the Couples by Pink Starz and Jello Ink
The rules are:
1. No lemons, please! R is ok, NC-17 is a no go. Sorry guys, family entertainment only.
2. There must be a plot! Basically, explain the characters' actions. 'Because' doesn't count! ^_~ PWP will not even be looked at!
3. A limit of four chapters. If you write really short chapters normally, put several in one upload.
4. The following couples don't count, we want something over and above the norm.
i) Seifer x Quistis, Rinoa, or Selphie
ii) Squall x Quistis, Rinoa or Selphie
iii) Seifer x Squall, Zell or Irvine
iv) Zell x Quistis, Rinoa or Selphie
v) Irvine x Quistis, Rinoa or Selphie
5. No incest please, Squall and Laguna are NOT an option.
Criteria for judging:
1. Creativity in plot structure
2. Grammar/ Spelling (mechanics) This is not as major as the other sections, but still counts to a degree.
3. Proper and selective inclusion of humorous and romantic elements as a basis for the plotline.
4. Weirdness factor of the couple in question! Rated 1-10!
Are you up to the challenge, FFVIII writers?
Well I decided I was up for the challange. The only problem I see I might have trouble doing is the four chapter limit. So be prepared for LONG chapys.
·º°º·.·º°º·Chapter 1·º°º·.·º°º·
His hands always sweat whenever he visited this place. He could never understand why. Maybe it was because they had always sweat around her when she was alive.
Squall leaned over and set the bundle of white roses carefully on top of the tomb stone. The head stone was sold white marble with two angelic wings reaching for the sky. Her name graced the marble in swirl letters adorned with tiny flowers. Rinoa Heartily. The tombstone had sat upon the hill for exactly a year, and it was still untouched by the weather.
It had been another year that the brown hair sorceress had suffered before she had truly joined the angels. It was just that, that had killed her. Those pure wings of angelic white, and her sorceress powers. After Ultimicia, after Time Compression Rinoa started to slip into faints, and would forget things easily. It turned out that the power inside her was eating away her brain driving her to madness.
Perhaps that was why all sorceress were evil. Because their power nestled into their brain destroying all rationality. Rinoa had died alone, while Squall had been away on some diplomatic SeeD mission. He could never forgive himself for that.
Life without her had become dull. Things around him seemed muted, voices and colors. It made him realize that they were all dead. Dead people walking.
He had began to think love was all a fairy tale. Soul mates, just a simple lie. Love was a fleeting reaction in the brain. Commitment, just another four letter word. Perhaps if love had been more like stories and like that old movie Laguna had been in he would have sought it out again. If love could have been immortal and not just confuse, and cause pain.
Squall sighed standing up. Her grave sight overlooked Obel Lake, its waters glistening in the morning sun. The leaves in the trees surrounding him gave a tinkling song as the wind blew.
"I would have loved her better then you ever could have" a voice came from behind him. Instantly Squall's muscles tensed at the sound of the rich voice filled with arrogance. The brown haired man turned around slowly too look upon the scarred face of his lifetime rival.
"Almasy" Squall said giving him the satisfaction of acknowledgement.
"One last duel, Squall. To see which one of us really is the best" Seifer said with his famous smirk.
"Forget it" Squall said walking past Seifer heading down the hill.
Squall fell suddenly as Seifer rammed into his shoulder blade. Squall hopped up growling and instantly drawing his glowing Lionheart. Seifer chuckled titling his head back a bit as he drew the slim Hyperion from his side.
Squall was the one that moved first blue clashing with black sending sparks scattering through the air. Seifer spun around attempting to bring his gunblade into Squall's shoulder but it was blocked easily. The struggle was like an age-old battle, fury and rivalry running very deep.
The killing blow took them both by surprise. One minute Squall had black Seifer easily. The next the Hyperion had slid off the Lionheart into Squall's side. His lifeblood rushed from the wound staining the green grass below him as he fell. Seifer cursed and Squall heard him running away into the trees. His rival hadn't even stayed to gloat. His gray eyes fluttered shut blocking out the sun. Now Rinoa's fate was truly upon Squall.
He would die alone.
One thing that Squall Leonhart never realized though. That he was truly never alone. There had always been one that had watched over him. Been with him before Rinoa, present even the night that they had first danced.
And she was there now. Appearing in a shower of ice, glimmering like diamonds. Instantly the air grew cold, freezing his blood into tiny crystals on the blades of grass. The faint breath coming from Squall slightly opened lips curled up into a mist. The GF Shiva dropped to her knees beside Squall, the dirt and grass instantly sheeting over with ice.
She brushed his hair back from his face with one blue hand. He instantly began to shiver at her closeness. So cold it was almost painful. Shiva decided at that instant there was only one thing she could do. Breaking the cardinal rule of GF society, she did what she had to. She leaned over and placed her tinted blue lips against Squall's soft pink ones.
And She breathed.