Author's Notes: Thanks for your continued support, guys. Here's more of the
story, I hope you like it! I'll reveal some of what's going to happen here,
so pay attention! ;) Oh yeah, and about the sharpshooter stuff.I know
what's been happening with the sniper and all. I've been watching the news,
I know it's probably controversial to put something like this in my story,
but it was really the only thing I could think of that was different than,
"Invading Garden's." I think that topic is a little overrated, no offense
to anyone. If you have a different suggestion for what could happen, feel
free to leave it in your review. Please keep reviewing, and I'll keep
posting at my incredible rate. Hehe.
Secrets of the Sorceress Chapter 3
Signs
Later that evening, when Squall came home, I was eating dinner with Quistis in the Cafeteria. We were discussing recent news in the area, and it was starting to creep me out. We'd both seen a story on the news the night before that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Two renegade SeeD's Irvine knew from Galbadia Garden were on the loose.and incredibly good sharpshooters, from Irvine's information. The last place they'd been seen was Deling, and the news had said they were on the move again. Quistis and I were terrified. Just as we were having our conversation about it, Squall came to sit down next to me, looking weary and beaten.
"Hey Squall!" I cried, and threw my arms around him. "How was your day?" Dumb question, Rinoa, look at the man.
"Let's just say it wasn't the greatest. All of the Garden's are on a panic because of this whole sharpshooter thing."
"Actually," I said, "Quisty and I were just talking about that before you got here."
"Oh please," he held up his hands, begging for mercy. "No more, no more!"
I laughed a little at his pleas, and looked over at Quistis. She was smiling, and a mischievous look sparkled in her crystal eyes. "Oh Hyne Rinoa," she said, emphasizing the word, 'Hyne.' "Can you believe everything they're saying? Those two sharpshooters hurt three people already!" Her words were slow and stressed, and I giggled at her torture on Squall. I decided to join in on the joke.
"I know Quisty, Irvine says they're pretty bad kids. I hope they don't come here!" Squall covered his ears, making both of us laugh. I bumped him to show we were kidding, and turned serious again.
"It really is scaring us though. I know we can all defend ourselves, but this is a sharpshooter we're talking about. They won't use full fledged attacks, which is what we're prepared for."
Quistis and Squall were nodding knowingly. I felt Squall's hand slip into mind under the table, and give it a little squeeze. "We talked about all this at our meeting. We're putting double security on every entrance of each Garden. These guy's faces are flying all around the news, and there are police out there doing everything they can to catch them. We're taking every precaution possible."
As Squall continued, I looked across at Quistis again, and gave a pained expression, causing her to bring a hand to her mouth to stifle a snicker. I couldn't stand it when he went into his technical mode, and Quistis knew it. As I always told her, it reminded me of a robot when he did that. So Squall was unable to see me, I put my four fingers and thumb together in a yammering motion, making it even harder for Quistis to keep her composure. Seeing this, Squall followed her wandering attention to me. I immediately stopped the movement, and gained an innocent expression. I knew he probably guessed I was poking fun at him, but tried to cover it up.
"What?" I said meekly, looking back and forth between him and Quistis. He nodded, and faced forward again.
"You know what," he stated. "Anyway, I don't think you need to be scared. We're making sure everyone is safe. And with me by your side, what more could you ask for?" At the end of his sentence, he broke into a grin, which appeared more often than it had in the past, but it was one of those things I wished could have been seen almost always. It was so sexy on him.
"Yeah Quistis," I said, giving him a peck on the cheek. "We have nothing to worry about." I winked at her, and tossed the rest of my dinner into the trash. I brought my napkin out of my lap, threw it away, grabbed Squall's hand and headed out of the Cafeteria, waving goodbye to Quistis.
We headed up to Squall's office, making sure to lock out interrupting business, and I sat down on Squall's couch, right on top of his lap. I slid my hand slowly down the side of his face, and came to rest it on the back of his neck. He let out a contented sigh, and I felt his usual tenseness melt away.
"You did have a hard day," I said quietly, staring at the floor. He took my chin in his hands, and carried it back up to him. Curiosity read in his eyes, and I could almost feel a little apprehension from him.
"What makes you think that?"
I shrugged a little. "I can feel it in you." At this remark, he chuckled dryly.
"You know, that's kind of creepy," he said. I tilted my head, and pushed for more.
"You've always told me you don't mind it. If you want me to stop telling you."
"No, no," he interrupted. "It's not that. I just think it's kind of weird to be married to my own personal psychic."
That caused me to laugh hard. I'd never thought of it that way before. The fact that I could read his feelings was a little like a psychic, I'd just never made that comparison. As soon as I could control my laughter, I looked at him again, amusement glimmering in my eyes.
"I never thought of it like that. Maybe I should start charging you for a reading," I said facetiously. Now it was his turn to laugh. When the room was finally silent again, my eyes locked with his mesmerizing ones. Leaning in, our lips intertwined. I expected to feel the usual spark I did every time I kissed Squall. Not this time.
As if a wave were crashing over me, sudden flashes of mental pictures raced through my mind, invading every emotion I usually felt when I touched Squall's lips. A series of pictures ran through.Garden. two men who looked like the sharpshooters we'd been talking about.me, running toward the center of the stairway.screaming someone's name.and.Squall?
The picture of Squall was the most disturbing. I got the feeling he was the one I was calling to, because my voice sounded so desperate. I could read the frightened expression on his face, but couldn't figure out why. The only thing I could clearly see was his face, and that was the only thing I didn't want to see at that moment. Suddenly, they contorted in a pained look I'd never seen before on another human being, and then, just as quickly as it had come, the visions vanished.
Secrets of the Sorceress Chapter 3
Signs
Later that evening, when Squall came home, I was eating dinner with Quistis in the Cafeteria. We were discussing recent news in the area, and it was starting to creep me out. We'd both seen a story on the news the night before that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Two renegade SeeD's Irvine knew from Galbadia Garden were on the loose.and incredibly good sharpshooters, from Irvine's information. The last place they'd been seen was Deling, and the news had said they were on the move again. Quistis and I were terrified. Just as we were having our conversation about it, Squall came to sit down next to me, looking weary and beaten.
"Hey Squall!" I cried, and threw my arms around him. "How was your day?" Dumb question, Rinoa, look at the man.
"Let's just say it wasn't the greatest. All of the Garden's are on a panic because of this whole sharpshooter thing."
"Actually," I said, "Quisty and I were just talking about that before you got here."
"Oh please," he held up his hands, begging for mercy. "No more, no more!"
I laughed a little at his pleas, and looked over at Quistis. She was smiling, and a mischievous look sparkled in her crystal eyes. "Oh Hyne Rinoa," she said, emphasizing the word, 'Hyne.' "Can you believe everything they're saying? Those two sharpshooters hurt three people already!" Her words were slow and stressed, and I giggled at her torture on Squall. I decided to join in on the joke.
"I know Quisty, Irvine says they're pretty bad kids. I hope they don't come here!" Squall covered his ears, making both of us laugh. I bumped him to show we were kidding, and turned serious again.
"It really is scaring us though. I know we can all defend ourselves, but this is a sharpshooter we're talking about. They won't use full fledged attacks, which is what we're prepared for."
Quistis and Squall were nodding knowingly. I felt Squall's hand slip into mind under the table, and give it a little squeeze. "We talked about all this at our meeting. We're putting double security on every entrance of each Garden. These guy's faces are flying all around the news, and there are police out there doing everything they can to catch them. We're taking every precaution possible."
As Squall continued, I looked across at Quistis again, and gave a pained expression, causing her to bring a hand to her mouth to stifle a snicker. I couldn't stand it when he went into his technical mode, and Quistis knew it. As I always told her, it reminded me of a robot when he did that. So Squall was unable to see me, I put my four fingers and thumb together in a yammering motion, making it even harder for Quistis to keep her composure. Seeing this, Squall followed her wandering attention to me. I immediately stopped the movement, and gained an innocent expression. I knew he probably guessed I was poking fun at him, but tried to cover it up.
"What?" I said meekly, looking back and forth between him and Quistis. He nodded, and faced forward again.
"You know what," he stated. "Anyway, I don't think you need to be scared. We're making sure everyone is safe. And with me by your side, what more could you ask for?" At the end of his sentence, he broke into a grin, which appeared more often than it had in the past, but it was one of those things I wished could have been seen almost always. It was so sexy on him.
"Yeah Quistis," I said, giving him a peck on the cheek. "We have nothing to worry about." I winked at her, and tossed the rest of my dinner into the trash. I brought my napkin out of my lap, threw it away, grabbed Squall's hand and headed out of the Cafeteria, waving goodbye to Quistis.
We headed up to Squall's office, making sure to lock out interrupting business, and I sat down on Squall's couch, right on top of his lap. I slid my hand slowly down the side of his face, and came to rest it on the back of his neck. He let out a contented sigh, and I felt his usual tenseness melt away.
"You did have a hard day," I said quietly, staring at the floor. He took my chin in his hands, and carried it back up to him. Curiosity read in his eyes, and I could almost feel a little apprehension from him.
"What makes you think that?"
I shrugged a little. "I can feel it in you." At this remark, he chuckled dryly.
"You know, that's kind of creepy," he said. I tilted my head, and pushed for more.
"You've always told me you don't mind it. If you want me to stop telling you."
"No, no," he interrupted. "It's not that. I just think it's kind of weird to be married to my own personal psychic."
That caused me to laugh hard. I'd never thought of it that way before. The fact that I could read his feelings was a little like a psychic, I'd just never made that comparison. As soon as I could control my laughter, I looked at him again, amusement glimmering in my eyes.
"I never thought of it like that. Maybe I should start charging you for a reading," I said facetiously. Now it was his turn to laugh. When the room was finally silent again, my eyes locked with his mesmerizing ones. Leaning in, our lips intertwined. I expected to feel the usual spark I did every time I kissed Squall. Not this time.
As if a wave were crashing over me, sudden flashes of mental pictures raced through my mind, invading every emotion I usually felt when I touched Squall's lips. A series of pictures ran through.Garden. two men who looked like the sharpshooters we'd been talking about.me, running toward the center of the stairway.screaming someone's name.and.Squall?
The picture of Squall was the most disturbing. I got the feeling he was the one I was calling to, because my voice sounded so desperate. I could read the frightened expression on his face, but couldn't figure out why. The only thing I could clearly see was his face, and that was the only thing I didn't want to see at that moment. Suddenly, they contorted in a pained look I'd never seen before on another human being, and then, just as quickly as it had come, the visions vanished.