AN: Yet another randomly begun fic. SxS - with plot!
Disclaimers: ff8 characters are © Squaresoft
Warnings: Angst, language and SxS
"The GF's true power..." My ears prick up at Griever's words, the first he has uttered throughout the fight. "...to show you..." I roll my eyes.
"Griever! Make them bleed!" I roar at him. If the two facing him are surprised to suddenly hear my voice again, they give no sign, instead taking the opportunity to heal themselves and prepare for whatever the GF might do next.
Griever summons the shockwave pulsar attack that makes him one of the most powerful GFs in existence. I watch, safe within my shield, as Irvine slowly bows to the force of the attack. It would be interesting were the final fight to come down to me and myself. But I know it cannot be so. I will not pull my punches simply because I lost last time. I hope to win whatever the outcome, although I would prefer that my hands are not stained with this blood again. But if I succeed, if I prevail in this fight, then I will carry out my original plan and compress time to find him again.
I watch myself heal Irvine as Griever goes into convulsions, losing his preferred form and compressing to a large sphere of energy. A few more breaths I wait, ensuring that both are healed and ready to fight my next incarnation.
"I shall junction myself unto Griever..." Well, I watch the smaller black sphere sink towards Griever's waiting form, not really. I mean, I'm already junctioned physically to two GFs and that was enough to cause a slight speech impediment. I don't really want to know what a third would do to me. Besides, if I junctioned myself physically to Griever, then the GF could not join my earlier self, if he survives.
"Rghaah..." Griever roars as the ball of energy revitalises him enough to take a new physical form. Slowly the ball unfolds into a new creature, something crossed between a lion and Hyne only knows what. Some sort of insect maybe? The fight recommences, but Irvine casts Aura on me, and Griever is forced to lose much of the form to stay corporeal after a devastating lionheart limit break.
A short while later and Griever's defeat is complete. The mighty GF slowly vanishes in a shower of coloured sparks that fade to white. It is almost like a snowstorm, a surreal one, that surrounds the two fighters. But their ordeal isn't over yet. Not yet. Not quite. I must still say what must be said to cause myself to fall into the wrong time. Only, this time, this time I will not leave the future in Edea's hands...
AN: mwahahahahaaaaaaaaa... teaser! Sorry bout the ultra-short chpt, but my muses and I are feverishly working towards the end of this fic (which is soooooooooooooon!) and there had to be a break here cause it felt right...
Gwendolyn-flight: I'm glad u like it :)
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S. Wing: I shall indeed continue...
Redrum: If u still don't get it at the end I'll try and do a FAQ thingy :)