Not as Planned

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Chapter Two

" It's All about Chemistry

Won't you show me everything you know

Wonder what you do to me."

Squall shifted slightly again in his saddle, it was hurting him to ride so long and so hard. The weather was terrible now, and the horses were starting to slow down. Squall glanced at the stranger on his side, she looked perfectly fine, sitting in the saddle rocking to the motion of the horse. He grumbled slightly, looking forward. How could she be perfectly fine, while he, the man was suffering. After a few moments, he glared at her, finally sick of the silence.

"Are you doing ok, Milady?" He asked slightly annoyed. She just stared at him, raising an eyebrow slightly.

" You ask now, when were are almost to the shelter we've been seeking?" She answered looking forward. Squall was taken back but her quick comments, that left him speechless.

" Sorry Milady, I've had much on my mind." He answered looking forward once again.

"So have I" She answered almost as quickly as the question had been answered.

" Do you wish to share your thoughts, or keep them to yourself?" He asked, happy to be at least talking to someone, even if it was her. She looked at him, then forward again.

"My thoughts are mine, good sir. I do not wish to dwell on them, for they are not worth your time." She sighed slightly, moving herself slightly. Squall smirked at this, so she wasn't made of stone. Though her body seemed to hold a unseen power, odd for such a petite body. Squall looked forward, his smirk widening slightly, he would enjoy having that body in his bed.

Rinoa sighed, and moved slightly. She was a good rider, she'd always had been. It was something she would do, while her father and her sister would chat and spend time with each other. It had been tough for her to sit back and be ignored, but at least she occupyed her time well. She had been riding without problem, while the man next to her shifted himself every couple of hills they crossed. It was true she had been watching him carefully, curious more then attracted. She wanted to see his face during certain periods of time, to be able to read him, understand him. She wasn't enjoying his company though, he was rude, and very proud of himself.

" Well.." He started absent mindly, looking at her. She looked back at him.

"Well what?" She asked watching his brow furrow, that was his annoyed look.

" We are to be wed, maybe we should learn more about each other." He offered shifting once more.

"That sounds fair. I'm Rinoa Heartily, I'm old enough to be passed down, My father and I do not enjoy each other's company, I've been to many schools, and I'm a good rider, pardon my bragging. I see you are not though." She finished this long sentence with a hint of a smile, as his brow furrowed again.

" No, I am not. Thank you for pointing that out." He snapped, then controlled himself.

"Well if you wish to do it that way, My name is Squall Leonhart.." He started, but she looked confused.

"Why do you not bear your fathers name?" She asked.

"Why do you not bear yours?" He asked tilting his head to the side.

"Ah, very good question, but to interupt you, go on" She nodded looking forward. He smirked slightly, he finally left her speechless, something he had tried to do for the last hour, but he frowned slightly. This wasn't as good as he thought, he missed her quick remarks, then shook the feeling aside.

" Well, I'm old enough to marry, and I got this scar on my face, that I saw you eyeing when I first met you, from an old friend of mine." He finished shifting once more.

"A friend gave you a scar, do you not mean an old foe?" She asked puzzled by this.

" No, I mean what I saw, just as you do. He is an old friend, we were battling, and he swung his sword, slashing my face, leaving me scarred for life, but an eye for an eye, I marked him, the same way, but opposite postions." He looked at her pointing to the scar to indicate once more that it was there. She nodded slightly.

"I understand now." She cleared her throat slightly.

'I also do not get along with my father, so we have something in common." He finished looking forward, the weather was growing unbearable.

" The only thing I must add." She finished his sentence. He glanced at her, then shook his head looking forward.

" Your father seemed... unhappy with you." He said slowly, as if not trying to hurt her feelings, but not trying that hard. She looked at him, annoyed now, then looked forward fuming.

"It is not my fault, he doesn't enjoy my presence, good sir. My father blames me for my mother giving birth to me, then passing away. Something I could not help. My father was willing to give me away to ..anyone." She would not give him the pleasure of saying you, but went on never the less.

" I have no illusion of this marriage, I know you aren't marrying me out of love, or even like. I can take care of myself, I have been doing it my entire life." She added quickly. He looked at her now, clearing his throat slightly.

"What do you mean?" He asked shifting once more.

"I have heard about you, good sir. Rumors pass around sir." She smiled slightly, looking at his angered face.

"I'm sorry I haven't heard of you, milady. There was no record of you being on this earth." He added harshly. She blinked at him, the words had hurt a lot, but she did not want to give him the satifaction of seeing how much damage they had done. She nodded once and kicked the side of her horse.

"And you will not be hearing much from me either." She called over her shoulder, pressing forward ending their discussion. Squall gripped the horses reigns watching her raven black hair flow in the nasty wind all around him. His servant Zell rode up next to him, smirking slightly.

"She is a wild one, my Lord." He smirked slightly, as Squall looked at him. Zell, Irivine, and Quistis had been his friends beforehand, and now they were his loyal servants, mostly they just hung around him, and did nothing he asked of them.

" I do not need your opion Zell, I am in a foul mood." Squall growled looking forward again. Rinoa had joined Quistis, and was now talking to her, without a backward glance at Squall. The hoof noises on his other side, told Squall that Irivine was now on his side. He glanced at Irivine, who looked pleased with himself.

"Yes Irivine?" Squall asked looking forward.

"She'll be a tough one to mount my lord." Irivine muttered so only Squall, and Zell would hear him. Squall smirked at Irivine.

" You are a horrid man you know that Irivine, but never the less, I shall inform you, that Squall Leonhart, always mounts what he wishes, and it will do you good not to forget that." Squall kicked the side of his horse, moving forward to speak to Quistis and Rinoa. As Squall seemed to come into Rinoa's gaze, she stopped talking instantly, looking forward once again.

"Hello Ladies." Squall smiled looking from Quistis, then frowned when he looked at Rinoa. Quistis shrugged slightly and looked forward, as the building came into view. Squall almost jumped out of his saddle with regratied. His body was aching now, and he was getting more, and more into a foul mood. When they reached the inn, everyone dismounted, and walked their horses into the stables. After that, they entered the Inn, and Zell left the party to make arrangements for the room. Squall and the others sat down, Rinoa who had been quiet now, looked around. There were some man in the corner, pointing toward her and nodding to each other. One of the men, appoarched the group muttering.

"My we have a word with you Milady?" He asked slowly and carefully. Rinoa looked around at the others bewildered, but stood never the less, and walked with the man back to the other men in his group. Squall was growing more, and more annoyed with Rinoa. She should have asked if she could leave his party, she needed to be taught some manners. After a few moments, Rinoa was walking briskly back toward them, an angered look on her face, mixed slightly with fear, as one of the man grabbed her arm pulling her around to face him. Rinoa struck him hard across the face, as Irivine, Zell, and Squall walked over toward them. The other men moved toward them also.

"That bitch struck me!" The man who was holding his face, shouted glaring at Rinoa.

"You spoke foul to me sir." Rinoa snapped glaring at him. The man smirked slightly, a disgusting smirk.

" I bet you enjoyed my words." He said, as Rinoa moved to strike him again, Squall grabbed her arms and pulled her forcefully back.

"I am sorry sir, this is my wife, and I will ignore whatever you said to her, this time." Squall snapped, he didn't like people touching his stuff. The man smirk, turned sour, and he and his gang turned and left them. Squall glared at Rinoa, and pulled her forcefully upstairs, swinging her into one of the rooms they had rented. Rinoa pulled away, and rubbed the spot he had been holding onto, a bruise was slowly appearing.

"You can take care of yourself correct?" Squall snapped looking at her. Rinoa bit her lip then looked hard at him.

"Yes I can." She answered looking down.

"Ah, was that part of doing so?" He asked moving toward her. Rinoa took a step back quickly.

"I am sorry." She said shortly.

"You should be sorry, you should have asked me if you could go with them!" Squall roared. Rinoa's head snapped up to this.

"I am not your dog, I do not need to ask if I can use to wash room do I? I am a human being." She said calmly but her facial expression showed she was furious.

"You are my human being!" Squall roared advancing toward her. This time Rinoa's tongue got the better of her.

" I do not belong to you, I will be your wife, and that choose was not my own. And I know not yours, but I will not be talk to like this, I will do as I wish, not as you wish." She snapped back crossing her arms across her chest. Squall rose his hand to hit her, but then stopped, looking at her.

".. I have never struck a women before, do not tempt me now." He said quickly, lowering his hand. Rinoa sighed slightly, looking relieved. When she was younger her father had struck her a few times, for asking him questions about their relationship, she didn't want to repeat it. After a few moments of glaring at each other Rinoa looked around.

"Is this where I will sleep?" She asked cautionly. Squall looked around.

"Yes, and since I announced down stairs that we are married, I will have to sleep here too, I do not want those men downstairs to take advanced of you." He nodded slightly.

" Wow, thanks." She said sarcastically. He nodded toward her, ignoring her last comment.

"Bathe, change, and sleep." He nodded again.

" Wow, thanks again." She snapped, walking toward the bathroom. He fists clenched as he left the room.

After a period of time, he returned to the room, fully of food, and sleepy. He was holding a plate of food, since he recalled that Rinoa had not eaten. But entering the quiet and cold room, he noticed she was sleeping, and placed the food next to her. He changed and slid into the bed, he brushed up against her flowing raven hair, and stopped. It was like silk, he watched her, leaning over her now. She was amazing, never could anyone say she was dull. Her breathing was soft, and undisturbed. At least that was something to look forward to, her sleeping. Or him sleeping with her, was always on his mind now. He laid down next to her, smirking slightly again. He had a wife that needed to be broken, but never the less, he had a wife to come home to every night. Someone to share his bed every night, something to mount as Irivine had put it, every night. Then a thought struck him, that mounting her wasn't as important as he thought. He shook his head quickly, distrubed by this sudden thought that had creeped into his mind. Must be the food, he thought lying on his side, facing her.

"yes..just the food." he muttered before closing his eyes.

There you go guys, please review. I need to know if this sucks or not.