~A new way to begin~ Chapter Two!
Author's Note: Whahoo! I got a review! Take that computer! *does her happy dance* ^___^ Gomen. I don't know who this is going to turn out yet, I guess I'm going to write it as I go, so I make NO promises! And I excuse the spelling for half of the things that are spelled wrong, mainly the names of cities, sorry! Oh, and sorry for making up cities, but, my memory is faltering, and I needed a new city. Enjoy!
"None of you know why you're here. At least, none of you should. I am not going to deny the abundance, or lack, or your intelligence." A few chuckles rose around the room. The speaker smiled. "Two weeks ago, Galbadian forces reported that the International Union of Magic was destroyed, with ninety five of its members dead. Witnesses say that they saw a woman with dark hair wearing long blue dress was seen walking away; not a scratch was on her. In Dollet, a that same woman in blue was seen fleeing the scene after a small force of small imp-like creatures set fire to the Criminal Facility, which housed Galdren Noose, who recently went on a killing masacre, and killed twenty-two people in a shopping center in Thebes."
Seifer's father sat down, opening the floor to his son. His face was set as he smoothed his hair, which wasn't slicked back for a change. "No one knows what to do. I've gathered all of you here-" he looked around the room at all the people in chairs at the long table. They looked back at them, faces of young, old, new, familiar, light skinned, dark skinned, woman, or man. "You are the best that SeeD's got out there. We've been hired, all of the SeeD's have been hired, to find and destroy the people who are behind this. Wether it is the woman in blue, the man in blue, or neither of them. We will find and destroy the enemy!" He slammed his fist, which caused an uproar of applause and cries. Seifer, satisfied, settled down in his chair again, next to Rinoa, who was now dressed in a white wide sleeved shirt, and a navy blue skirt. She stood out from all of the others, as they were still dressed in their SeeD uniforms of navy blue.
She was staring down at the table top when Mortimer stood and circled the table, handing out rather large folders to each person. He placed Squall's in front of him, and he looked at it. Very neatly at the top were the words, "Leonheart, Squall." which suggested that this was especially for him. He opened the packet as others were looking at theirs, and stared at the many sheets of people inside.
"Inside these envelopes are the names, pictures, and statuses of the people who you will be in command of in your area. Some of them maybe be older than you, but you must remember that you are here, they are not. You are in charge. You will be meeting in the nearest garden in your area the day after tomorrow at three o'clock. Do not be late. This mission is too priceless to screw up on now." He finished circling, and sat down in his seat again.
Renald cleared his voice to cease the mummers that were filling the room. He gently shook his wife's arm, and she aroused from her slumber. He smiled at her, and faced the room. "I know that it is late, so I must be asking you all to turn in." He stopped, and slapped his hand to his forehead. "Oh, of course! Stupid me, we have yet to show you your rooms." He stood up, and the rest of the men copied him. They pushed in their chairs, grabbed their folders, and followed Renald out of the room and down the hall. He then lead them up a spiral staircase, and down a hall. Seifer stepped to the side, and let the others pass, grabbing Squall as he walked by.
"This way," he said, motioning him down a different hall. "I have a special room for you." Squall followed him silently as he lead him up another spiral staircase. He opened a door, which Squall thought opened to some smaller room, which was unfurnished, but was surprised when he looked around at a circular room with a large bed, and a desk on the opposite side. Squall walked through and Seifer closed the door behind him.
"So, what do you think?"
Squall stared at Seifer. Since when did he care about his opinion? "I don't know."
Seifer raise his eyebrows, and nudges Squall. "What do you mean you don't know? You have to have some kind opinion. Hundreds of people have died already, Squall. Rinoa was there when the Embassy in New Haven fell to pieces. Even she had an opinion on the matter, stupid as it may be." He paused, staring at Squall, who showed slight discomfort to the way he treated his fiance.
"Whatever." Squall walked over to one of the many windows and looked outside, marveling at the view. Seifer walked up behind him, and grabbed Squall's arm, forcing him to face him.
"Get this strait, Leonheart. You don't like me, and I certainly don't like you. But believe it or not, this is a problem which all SeeD's must face, and if that means that I have to work with yo-"
Squall yanked his arm back. "What in the hell is wrong with you, Seifer? Since when did you give a damn about anyone besides yourself?" His patients nearly snapped when Seifer laughed at him. He laughed so hard, tears came to his eyes as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Whats wrong with me?" he repeated. "I don't know, Squall. You tell me. Havent you ever heard of a change of heart?"
Squall shuffled his foot around, string at the floor. "Anyone has more change of heart than you, Seifer. I don't know what's wrong with you, but you don't fool me." Again, to Squall's annoyance, Seifer laughed.
"You're right. Something is wrong with me. None of your concern, however." He stood suddenly, and gripped Squall's arm again, pushing him onto the bed. "Be warned, Squall. Don't get in my way, or I might make you regret it. Everyone says my change in attitude is remarkable, but if they only knew, like you, or me-"
The door behind them opened. Seifer grabbed his gunblade and thrust it at the person's chest, only inches away from penetrating it. Seifer swore.
"Dammit, you worthless woman!" Squall moved his head to look past Seifer in time to see Rinoa sink to the floor. She starred up at him with a slight trace of fear in her eyes, but Squall didn't think it was due to the weapon that had been close to her chest. The sound of Seifer's voice worried him. Something was defiantly wrong with Seifer, but did he care, really? So what if Seifer went on a murderous rampage and got killed. That would only make life a bit easier for him. He shook his head, and came back to the scene in front of him.
"What is it that you want, exactly?" said Seifer, sheathing his gunblade once more. Rinoa picked herself off the ground, nodded a slight greeting to Squall, and stood up straight.
"I'm leaving," she said. There was a bit of force in her voice. Seifer blinked at her.
"Where?"
Now it was Rinoa's turn to blink. Was he really letting her leave so easily? "I have a few errands to make, and I have to talk to the church."
"No, Rinoa. Where are you really going?"
She looked confused. Seifer simply smiled at her. "What do you mean where am I really going? Look, Seifer, I really don't have time for this, my train leaves in an hour."
Seifer nodded towards her, and said, "wait outside." Rinoa glared slightly at him, not moving. "I said wait outside," he repeated, and took Rinoa by the arm, leading her out the door. He slammed it shut after her, and sighed, resting against it. "Squall, you're the lucky one, you're the loner." Squall stared at him. How could this make him lucky? "I tell you, woman are nothing but trouble, filthy bitches. They take what they want, and leave you the rest. Remember what I said about my romantic dream?" Squall nodded. "Well, that all went to hell." With that, he turned and opened the door, leaving. Squall could hear foot steps quickening, and Seifer's voice saying "Get back here."
"Whatever, Seifer," Squall said, and laid back on the bed. He folded his arms beneath him, and stared over at the window, the days events running through his head. Who could these people be? What did they want? Who could that woman possibly be?
A thought stuck him. If this woman was powerful to destroy city buildings, and had an army, no matter how big, of imp-like creatures behind her, what made those people think that SeeD could destroy them? After all, SeeD is just normal people who have been practicing fighting from the beginning, what could they possibly do against an all-powerful sorceress?
Squall shrugged to himself, grabbed the pillow, and laid his head on it. Tomorrow was tomorrow, after all, and he had to make the journey home. If 'home' was the right word for it.
Seifer came crashing through the doors to his father's study, slightly out of breath. His father continued to write, and Seifer waited. Being with his father more often had made him more obedient in his presence, but that was about it.
Renald finally set his pen aside, and turned his body around to face his son. "Yes? Is there a problem?"
"Rinoa ran off again. Do you know where she went?" Seifer moved and sat down in a chair, resting his elbows on his knees. His father looked at him thoughtfully.
"I believe," he said slowly, thinking over the conversation they had earlier that evening. He looked over at the clock; it was two in the morning. He yawned, and addressed Seifer again, who was waiting impatiently. "I believe," he said again, "that she went to Balamb. She was going to attend the SeeD meeting there, talk to the church, and then she was off to her father's for a week."
"I see," said Seifer, sarcastically. "And why does she not share any of this with me, may I ask?"
"I don't know," Renald snapped. "Maybe its because I treat her more like a human being than you do? If you ask me, Seifer, right now, you would make a pretty lousy husband."
"Well, no one asking you!" Seifer yelled at him. He stood up.
A shot of annoyance went through Renald's head as he turned back to his work. "Go to your room."
Seifer stared, dumbstruck for a moment, and repeated, "go to my room? Who do you think you are?!"
Renald laughed at Seifer. "I believe the last time I checked, I was your father, and your last chance at sanity. Go to your room this instance."
Seifer glared at him for a moment, and then turned and fleed, slamming the door behind him. He stormed up the staircase, and slammed the door to his room, and screamed in fury.
"That child," his father said, with a grin, "never grows up."
Rinoa stared out the window into the darkness as her train sped up down the tracks. She tried to keep Seifer out of her mind, but even more, that idiot Squall. How could he just sit there and let Seifer beat on her like that? Even if he didn't know her.
A nock sounded at the door, and she turned to it, the light from the wall lamps flickered slightly as Rinoa turned to the door, and called "Come in!"
A tall man in a black suit entered, followed by two more men, dressed the same. Rinoa stared at them, trying to see if she recognized them. She didn't. She stood, and folder her hands in front of herself. "Can I help you?"
"Yes," the first man said, in a deep voice, "you can." He stepped forward, and grabbed Rinoa by the arm. She cried out and tried to pull back, but the man had a strong hold on her. She pulled back her hand, and struck his face, her hand stinging as it connected his face. His dark brown hair rustled a bit, as his face turned sideways from her slap. He stared in that direction momentarily, and then used his other hand to touch Rinoa's temple. She gasped, and suddenly felt the overpowering sensation overwhelm her. Her eyes slid shut, as sleep engulfed her.
The other two men grabbed her, while the fist stood back a moment to look at her. She was beautiful while she slept, he thought. One of the men kicked him slightly to release him from his trance on her, and asked "Where do you want her, Number One?"
Number One considered it. It was late enough in the night, around three thirty, but people were still up and walking around, after a party they had a few cars down. He shook his head, and said "put her on the bed. We will see about moving her in an hour or so, before that servant of hers gets back."
The other two nodded, and laid her gently on the bed. Number One walked over to her side, and caressed her cheek, stroking it gently. "You must stay with us now," said he. "I'm afraid you cannot go home. We need you... you need us, admit it." Of course, she wasn't going to, she had no clue who these people were. And she couldn't speak even if she wanted to. Sleep had too much of a hold on her.
He stood up strait, and walked over to the other side of the room to sit down next to the other two and watch her sleep, as the train rolled on towards Balamb.
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Author's Note-
Ahh, too much OOC if you ask me. But I tried, oh I tried. Sorry if you think its too much, and I am welcome to suggestions. So e-mail me, or IM me, and we can have a talk! I like advice on how to make my fanfic's better... ^____^ Ja ne!
Author's Note: Whahoo! I got a review! Take that computer! *does her happy dance* ^___^ Gomen. I don't know who this is going to turn out yet, I guess I'm going to write it as I go, so I make NO promises! And I excuse the spelling for half of the things that are spelled wrong, mainly the names of cities, sorry! Oh, and sorry for making up cities, but, my memory is faltering, and I needed a new city. Enjoy!
"None of you know why you're here. At least, none of you should. I am not going to deny the abundance, or lack, or your intelligence." A few chuckles rose around the room. The speaker smiled. "Two weeks ago, Galbadian forces reported that the International Union of Magic was destroyed, with ninety five of its members dead. Witnesses say that they saw a woman with dark hair wearing long blue dress was seen walking away; not a scratch was on her. In Dollet, a that same woman in blue was seen fleeing the scene after a small force of small imp-like creatures set fire to the Criminal Facility, which housed Galdren Noose, who recently went on a killing masacre, and killed twenty-two people in a shopping center in Thebes."
Seifer's father sat down, opening the floor to his son. His face was set as he smoothed his hair, which wasn't slicked back for a change. "No one knows what to do. I've gathered all of you here-" he looked around the room at all the people in chairs at the long table. They looked back at them, faces of young, old, new, familiar, light skinned, dark skinned, woman, or man. "You are the best that SeeD's got out there. We've been hired, all of the SeeD's have been hired, to find and destroy the people who are behind this. Wether it is the woman in blue, the man in blue, or neither of them. We will find and destroy the enemy!" He slammed his fist, which caused an uproar of applause and cries. Seifer, satisfied, settled down in his chair again, next to Rinoa, who was now dressed in a white wide sleeved shirt, and a navy blue skirt. She stood out from all of the others, as they were still dressed in their SeeD uniforms of navy blue.
She was staring down at the table top when Mortimer stood and circled the table, handing out rather large folders to each person. He placed Squall's in front of him, and he looked at it. Very neatly at the top were the words, "Leonheart, Squall." which suggested that this was especially for him. He opened the packet as others were looking at theirs, and stared at the many sheets of people inside.
"Inside these envelopes are the names, pictures, and statuses of the people who you will be in command of in your area. Some of them maybe be older than you, but you must remember that you are here, they are not. You are in charge. You will be meeting in the nearest garden in your area the day after tomorrow at three o'clock. Do not be late. This mission is too priceless to screw up on now." He finished circling, and sat down in his seat again.
Renald cleared his voice to cease the mummers that were filling the room. He gently shook his wife's arm, and she aroused from her slumber. He smiled at her, and faced the room. "I know that it is late, so I must be asking you all to turn in." He stopped, and slapped his hand to his forehead. "Oh, of course! Stupid me, we have yet to show you your rooms." He stood up, and the rest of the men copied him. They pushed in their chairs, grabbed their folders, and followed Renald out of the room and down the hall. He then lead them up a spiral staircase, and down a hall. Seifer stepped to the side, and let the others pass, grabbing Squall as he walked by.
"This way," he said, motioning him down a different hall. "I have a special room for you." Squall followed him silently as he lead him up another spiral staircase. He opened a door, which Squall thought opened to some smaller room, which was unfurnished, but was surprised when he looked around at a circular room with a large bed, and a desk on the opposite side. Squall walked through and Seifer closed the door behind him.
"So, what do you think?"
Squall stared at Seifer. Since when did he care about his opinion? "I don't know."
Seifer raise his eyebrows, and nudges Squall. "What do you mean you don't know? You have to have some kind opinion. Hundreds of people have died already, Squall. Rinoa was there when the Embassy in New Haven fell to pieces. Even she had an opinion on the matter, stupid as it may be." He paused, staring at Squall, who showed slight discomfort to the way he treated his fiance.
"Whatever." Squall walked over to one of the many windows and looked outside, marveling at the view. Seifer walked up behind him, and grabbed Squall's arm, forcing him to face him.
"Get this strait, Leonheart. You don't like me, and I certainly don't like you. But believe it or not, this is a problem which all SeeD's must face, and if that means that I have to work with yo-"
Squall yanked his arm back. "What in the hell is wrong with you, Seifer? Since when did you give a damn about anyone besides yourself?" His patients nearly snapped when Seifer laughed at him. He laughed so hard, tears came to his eyes as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Whats wrong with me?" he repeated. "I don't know, Squall. You tell me. Havent you ever heard of a change of heart?"
Squall shuffled his foot around, string at the floor. "Anyone has more change of heart than you, Seifer. I don't know what's wrong with you, but you don't fool me." Again, to Squall's annoyance, Seifer laughed.
"You're right. Something is wrong with me. None of your concern, however." He stood suddenly, and gripped Squall's arm again, pushing him onto the bed. "Be warned, Squall. Don't get in my way, or I might make you regret it. Everyone says my change in attitude is remarkable, but if they only knew, like you, or me-"
The door behind them opened. Seifer grabbed his gunblade and thrust it at the person's chest, only inches away from penetrating it. Seifer swore.
"Dammit, you worthless woman!" Squall moved his head to look past Seifer in time to see Rinoa sink to the floor. She starred up at him with a slight trace of fear in her eyes, but Squall didn't think it was due to the weapon that had been close to her chest. The sound of Seifer's voice worried him. Something was defiantly wrong with Seifer, but did he care, really? So what if Seifer went on a murderous rampage and got killed. That would only make life a bit easier for him. He shook his head, and came back to the scene in front of him.
"What is it that you want, exactly?" said Seifer, sheathing his gunblade once more. Rinoa picked herself off the ground, nodded a slight greeting to Squall, and stood up straight.
"I'm leaving," she said. There was a bit of force in her voice. Seifer blinked at her.
"Where?"
Now it was Rinoa's turn to blink. Was he really letting her leave so easily? "I have a few errands to make, and I have to talk to the church."
"No, Rinoa. Where are you really going?"
She looked confused. Seifer simply smiled at her. "What do you mean where am I really going? Look, Seifer, I really don't have time for this, my train leaves in an hour."
Seifer nodded towards her, and said, "wait outside." Rinoa glared slightly at him, not moving. "I said wait outside," he repeated, and took Rinoa by the arm, leading her out the door. He slammed it shut after her, and sighed, resting against it. "Squall, you're the lucky one, you're the loner." Squall stared at him. How could this make him lucky? "I tell you, woman are nothing but trouble, filthy bitches. They take what they want, and leave you the rest. Remember what I said about my romantic dream?" Squall nodded. "Well, that all went to hell." With that, he turned and opened the door, leaving. Squall could hear foot steps quickening, and Seifer's voice saying "Get back here."
"Whatever, Seifer," Squall said, and laid back on the bed. He folded his arms beneath him, and stared over at the window, the days events running through his head. Who could these people be? What did they want? Who could that woman possibly be?
A thought stuck him. If this woman was powerful to destroy city buildings, and had an army, no matter how big, of imp-like creatures behind her, what made those people think that SeeD could destroy them? After all, SeeD is just normal people who have been practicing fighting from the beginning, what could they possibly do against an all-powerful sorceress?
Squall shrugged to himself, grabbed the pillow, and laid his head on it. Tomorrow was tomorrow, after all, and he had to make the journey home. If 'home' was the right word for it.
Seifer came crashing through the doors to his father's study, slightly out of breath. His father continued to write, and Seifer waited. Being with his father more often had made him more obedient in his presence, but that was about it.
Renald finally set his pen aside, and turned his body around to face his son. "Yes? Is there a problem?"
"Rinoa ran off again. Do you know where she went?" Seifer moved and sat down in a chair, resting his elbows on his knees. His father looked at him thoughtfully.
"I believe," he said slowly, thinking over the conversation they had earlier that evening. He looked over at the clock; it was two in the morning. He yawned, and addressed Seifer again, who was waiting impatiently. "I believe," he said again, "that she went to Balamb. She was going to attend the SeeD meeting there, talk to the church, and then she was off to her father's for a week."
"I see," said Seifer, sarcastically. "And why does she not share any of this with me, may I ask?"
"I don't know," Renald snapped. "Maybe its because I treat her more like a human being than you do? If you ask me, Seifer, right now, you would make a pretty lousy husband."
"Well, no one asking you!" Seifer yelled at him. He stood up.
A shot of annoyance went through Renald's head as he turned back to his work. "Go to your room."
Seifer stared, dumbstruck for a moment, and repeated, "go to my room? Who do you think you are?!"
Renald laughed at Seifer. "I believe the last time I checked, I was your father, and your last chance at sanity. Go to your room this instance."
Seifer glared at him for a moment, and then turned and fleed, slamming the door behind him. He stormed up the staircase, and slammed the door to his room, and screamed in fury.
"That child," his father said, with a grin, "never grows up."
Rinoa stared out the window into the darkness as her train sped up down the tracks. She tried to keep Seifer out of her mind, but even more, that idiot Squall. How could he just sit there and let Seifer beat on her like that? Even if he didn't know her.
A nock sounded at the door, and she turned to it, the light from the wall lamps flickered slightly as Rinoa turned to the door, and called "Come in!"
A tall man in a black suit entered, followed by two more men, dressed the same. Rinoa stared at them, trying to see if she recognized them. She didn't. She stood, and folder her hands in front of herself. "Can I help you?"
"Yes," the first man said, in a deep voice, "you can." He stepped forward, and grabbed Rinoa by the arm. She cried out and tried to pull back, but the man had a strong hold on her. She pulled back her hand, and struck his face, her hand stinging as it connected his face. His dark brown hair rustled a bit, as his face turned sideways from her slap. He stared in that direction momentarily, and then used his other hand to touch Rinoa's temple. She gasped, and suddenly felt the overpowering sensation overwhelm her. Her eyes slid shut, as sleep engulfed her.
The other two men grabbed her, while the fist stood back a moment to look at her. She was beautiful while she slept, he thought. One of the men kicked him slightly to release him from his trance on her, and asked "Where do you want her, Number One?"
Number One considered it. It was late enough in the night, around three thirty, but people were still up and walking around, after a party they had a few cars down. He shook his head, and said "put her on the bed. We will see about moving her in an hour or so, before that servant of hers gets back."
The other two nodded, and laid her gently on the bed. Number One walked over to her side, and caressed her cheek, stroking it gently. "You must stay with us now," said he. "I'm afraid you cannot go home. We need you... you need us, admit it." Of course, she wasn't going to, she had no clue who these people were. And she couldn't speak even if she wanted to. Sleep had too much of a hold on her.
He stood up strait, and walked over to the other side of the room to sit down next to the other two and watch her sleep, as the train rolled on towards Balamb.
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Author's Note-
Ahh, too much OOC if you ask me. But I tried, oh I tried. Sorry if you think its too much, and I am welcome to suggestions. So e-mail me, or IM me, and we can have a talk! I like advice on how to make my fanfic's better... ^____^ Ja ne!