Disclaimer: I obviously own none of ffviii!!!
Warnings: slight AU.... slight yaoi later... violence... 'crap action'...
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After the long, long battle with the creature from Hell, Squall slumped down onto a rock. Exausted, he sang to himself, "The happy boy called Squall," he squeeked joyfully, "He had ten thousand squirrels. He marched them up to the top of the hill, then marched them down again," he jumped up and marched around his rock, "and when you're up, you're up," he continued gleefully," and when your down, your down. And when you're only halfway up, you neither up nor down." This he sang a whole bunch of times until he got sick of singing about little furry animals.... and until his strength returned. And so, he trudged over away from the smooth rock and towards the river. With the power of Aquapatrisé, meaning, one who glides over water, he stepped onto the water, and without drowning, swiftly made it across.
Squall then came upon an old, ratty house. He hoped to find someone living inside because he was kinda lost and had no way to contact Zell.
"Hello?!?!" he called out. Noone answered. He then proceeded to walk through the door, desperatly listening for a response. "HELLO??" he called out again. Out of nowhere, the wind tore open a window, shattering it in the process. A newspaper ironically just came a-fluttering in. "Raine Leonhart Loire, 26, and mother of two, has been killed in a freak accident where she stood in the middle of a road and got rolled over by an eleven ton circus mobile. 'The damn thing jus' skidded off the road and into my wife,' says 27 year old Laguna Loire. The truck then had a severe gas leak and then blew up the town," an article read.
"My mother..."he whispered. Devestatingly angry, he tore that paper in halves, then in fourths and sent the pieces sprawling over the dusty floors. But, even as the house was not his, he felt kinda bad that he trashed it.
"What are you doing?" asked Zell, who suddenly appeared.
"My mother... She is dead! I-- I see no reason to go on, now, only to save my father, " the brunette whispered somberly. "I cannot find the will to go on!" As he spoke, tears of dispair streamed down his face.
"One drawback and you quit?"
"Yes!" Squall yelled, trudging out the front door sadly.
A/N: More!
Warnings: slight AU.... slight yaoi later... violence... 'crap action'...
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After the long, long battle with the creature from Hell, Squall slumped down onto a rock. Exausted, he sang to himself, "The happy boy called Squall," he squeeked joyfully, "He had ten thousand squirrels. He marched them up to the top of the hill, then marched them down again," he jumped up and marched around his rock, "and when you're up, you're up," he continued gleefully," and when your down, your down. And when you're only halfway up, you neither up nor down." This he sang a whole bunch of times until he got sick of singing about little furry animals.... and until his strength returned. And so, he trudged over away from the smooth rock and towards the river. With the power of Aquapatrisé, meaning, one who glides over water, he stepped onto the water, and without drowning, swiftly made it across.
Squall then came upon an old, ratty house. He hoped to find someone living inside because he was kinda lost and had no way to contact Zell.
"Hello?!?!" he called out. Noone answered. He then proceeded to walk through the door, desperatly listening for a response. "HELLO??" he called out again. Out of nowhere, the wind tore open a window, shattering it in the process. A newspaper ironically just came a-fluttering in. "Raine Leonhart Loire, 26, and mother of two, has been killed in a freak accident where she stood in the middle of a road and got rolled over by an eleven ton circus mobile. 'The damn thing jus' skidded off the road and into my wife,' says 27 year old Laguna Loire. The truck then had a severe gas leak and then blew up the town," an article read.
"My mother..."he whispered. Devestatingly angry, he tore that paper in halves, then in fourths and sent the pieces sprawling over the dusty floors. But, even as the house was not his, he felt kinda bad that he trashed it.
"What are you doing?" asked Zell, who suddenly appeared.
"My mother... She is dead! I-- I see no reason to go on, now, only to save my father, " the brunette whispered somberly. "I cannot find the will to go on!" As he spoke, tears of dispair streamed down his face.
"One drawback and you quit?"
"Yes!" Squall yelled, trudging out the front door sadly.
A/N: More!