Author's note: This is my first attempt at taking other people's characters, and it's probably going to be total crap...Anyways, forgive me if I get some of them out of character...And flames will be fed to evil rabid zombies!!! (Muahaha) Oh yeah...this takes place a year or so after the events of Final Fantasy 8, and the heroes are somehow seperated. (I'll take care of the details of that later)

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy Characters belong to Square. If they belonged to me, I'd be filthy rich and making someone else write my fics. If I put any other characters in there that aren't mine, I'll let you know whose they are. And the song belongs to Dashboard Confessional.

Forgotten

Rinoa laid on her back, staring at the celieng. She knew she should be happy, that everything was going her way. She had a budding career as a singer, and everyone she met loved her. Well, she amended, almost everyone. If the others had loved her, she wouldn't be alone. She leaned over and stared out the window, looking over the lights of the city. Another week, another world. This one was technological and seemed, somehow, cold and cruel. Probably because she didn't know anyone. She sat up and resolved to meet someone here, because she figured she would be here for a while. A few weeks or so, her publicist had told her. She pulled on a new shirt, forsaking the one she had spilled pasta sauce on earlier that evening. Walking out the door of the hotel, she looked up at the glaring lights and shivered compulsively. Everyone stared at her. She was a small human in a world of theives and assasins.
Eventually, she found a small music club that looked relatively safe. A group sat at a table that unnerved her, but she ignored it and watched the group that was playing a loud rock song that had the crowd excited. She liked it, the lyrics spoke to her somehow. She closed her eyes and listened to the siger that was up there as he started a new song, one that was much quieter, considering that it was late at night and most of the crowd had left after that other song. RInoa leaned back and just listened.

So this is odd/Painful realization that all has gone wrong/And nobody cares at all/And nobody cares at all/ So you buried all your lovers clothes and burned the letters lover wrote/But it doesn't make it any better/Does it make it any better?/And the plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had your first kiss/Reminds you that the memories will fade/So this is strange/A sidedstepping has come to be a brilliant dance/Where nobody leads at all/Where nobody leads at all/And the picture frames are facing down and the ringing from this empty sound/Is deafening and keeping you from sleep/And breating is a foriegn task and thinking's just too much to aske/ And you're measuring you minutes by a clock thats blinking eights/ And this is incredible starving insaitiable yes this is love for the first time/ And you'd like to think that you were invincible well weren't we all once/Before we felt loss for the first time/Well this is the last time/This is the last time.
The siger finished his song and left the stage. The club was closing and finally Rinoa felt the eighteen hour days she had been living get their revenge. She left for the hotel, tired and hungry and wishing she still had Squall to force him to carry her back to the hotel. As she was falling asleep against a brick wall that had graffiti spilled over it by fledgeling poets that thought they had something profound to say, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see the singer from the club, his black/blue hiar falling into his smiling eyes and chains hanging all over his black clothing and a shirt that read , he was even more punk than than shge would have accepted a year ago, but now he was fine, a misfit in a world of misfits. You need some help getting home? he offered. A little shocked, and more than a little mistrusting, Rinoa shook her head and walked off, thinking subconsciously of Squall. Why did he make her think of him? She didn't want to think of Squall, or of that rainy night that changed her life forever...

So, what do you think? Want more? THEN REVIEW!!! (plz *smile*) Oh, and a reminder...Flames will be fed to evil rabid zombies