One Short Breath From Heaven
Author's Note: Gah!! It's been a while since I've written a story for my own pleasure. I haven't written a Final Fantasy one in so long, so I think it's time I do. ;_; I do not own the yummy Squall, Irvine, or Seifer. I do not even own the beautiful girls of Final Fantasy 8. I do not own any of them. SquareSoft does (Lucky!) I do not own the song lyrics, but I do own this story (Haha!) I'd appreciate reviews, and constructive criticism is the way to go! O_o;
One Short Breath From Heaven
By: Rebecca Nguyen
~*~ Prologue ~*~
"NO!" She sprung up, her eyes wide open, a few tear droplets running down her pale cheeks. Drenched in sweat, Rinoa quietly stood up from the bed, and walked out onto the balcony, needing the brisk, cold air to refresh her.
It had been the same dream from the past few months. It would show her in Squall's arms, happy, excited, joyful then; she would be ripped away, and would never be able to see him again. She lived a horrible life in the dream; the person that she lived with had a hazy face. He caused destruction, destroyed towns, cities, and country sides with his crazy, out- of-tune self. He was a maniac, even if it were only a dream.
Two strong hands wrapped around Rinoa's waist, holding her tightly, as she felt the warmth of her best friend's body. He was more than her lover- He was her best friend, her soul mate, even. Squall gently placed a kiss on the back of her head, knowing about the nightmares.
"Rin-Rin, the same one?" Squall said in the cutest, but most concerned way.
She nodded her head yes, as he continued to cuddle her. "Squall, let's go back to bed." She smiled at him, and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, walking back into the bedroom.
~*~*~
He sat there, his sandy hair grown past his chin, as he worked on his little bombs.
"Little, little pretty works of arts, that's what you are! You guys make daddy proud, and you blow up a few thousand people! Daddy will be real proud of you!" A tear came to the man's eye, as he looked at a photo, of a woman with raven black hair, and chocolate eyes like no other.
"My dear Rinoa, soon, you will be mine. All of the world will cease to exist, and what will be left, would be you and I, together, forever! No one will stop me now!" He put the photo down gently, not wanting to ruin the picture of Rinoa.
"Time to cause some destruction ." The man said, putting on a trench coat, and a hat, sliding a few micro bombs inside his pocket.
A/N: Prologue, done. Who do you think the crazed maniac is?! Well, you can't find out, until I post it! More chapters coming on the way, if I get some reviews. =D If not, I probably still will continue with this story, but pwee-ase review!
Author's Note: Gah!! It's been a while since I've written a story for my own pleasure. I haven't written a Final Fantasy one in so long, so I think it's time I do. ;_; I do not own the yummy Squall, Irvine, or Seifer. I do not even own the beautiful girls of Final Fantasy 8. I do not own any of them. SquareSoft does (Lucky!) I do not own the song lyrics, but I do own this story (Haha!) I'd appreciate reviews, and constructive criticism is the way to go! O_o;
One Short Breath From Heaven
By: Rebecca Nguyen
~*~ Prologue ~*~
"NO!" She sprung up, her eyes wide open, a few tear droplets running down her pale cheeks. Drenched in sweat, Rinoa quietly stood up from the bed, and walked out onto the balcony, needing the brisk, cold air to refresh her.
It had been the same dream from the past few months. It would show her in Squall's arms, happy, excited, joyful then; she would be ripped away, and would never be able to see him again. She lived a horrible life in the dream; the person that she lived with had a hazy face. He caused destruction, destroyed towns, cities, and country sides with his crazy, out- of-tune self. He was a maniac, even if it were only a dream.
Two strong hands wrapped around Rinoa's waist, holding her tightly, as she felt the warmth of her best friend's body. He was more than her lover- He was her best friend, her soul mate, even. Squall gently placed a kiss on the back of her head, knowing about the nightmares.
"Rin-Rin, the same one?" Squall said in the cutest, but most concerned way.
She nodded her head yes, as he continued to cuddle her. "Squall, let's go back to bed." She smiled at him, and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, walking back into the bedroom.
~*~*~
He sat there, his sandy hair grown past his chin, as he worked on his little bombs.
"Little, little pretty works of arts, that's what you are! You guys make daddy proud, and you blow up a few thousand people! Daddy will be real proud of you!" A tear came to the man's eye, as he looked at a photo, of a woman with raven black hair, and chocolate eyes like no other.
"My dear Rinoa, soon, you will be mine. All of the world will cease to exist, and what will be left, would be you and I, together, forever! No one will stop me now!" He put the photo down gently, not wanting to ruin the picture of Rinoa.
"Time to cause some destruction ." The man said, putting on a trench coat, and a hat, sliding a few micro bombs inside his pocket.
A/N: Prologue, done. Who do you think the crazed maniac is?! Well, you can't find out, until I post it! More chapters coming on the way, if I get some reviews. =D If not, I probably still will continue with this story, but pwee-ase review!