What's love got to do with it?

(a.k.a Not as Planned)

Disclaimer;: Wow, am I sorry for not updating so quickly, school started -_-(). I don't own anything..

Chapter Twelve

The "Happiest" Day of one's life

" You can't have one without the other

Love and Marriage, Love and Marriage.."

"Oh you're so vain, now your world is way to fast

Nothing is real, and nothing lasts

I'm aware... I'm in love, but you don't care

Turn your angry into lust; I'm still here

But you don't trust at all, and I'll be waiting

Love and Sex and Loneliness

Take what's yours and leave the rest

Damn it's good to be alive

I'm torn in pieces; I'm dying, and waiting

My heart is reeling; I'm blind and waiting for you"

Before he even knew it, it was his wedding day. "The happiest day of one's life"...Bullshit Squall thought. This wasn't a happy day at all, this was a sick day, and something you look back at in a few years and still get that pain in your stomach. Rinoa and Squall weren't talking, not just not talking, not looking at one another, not even coming in contact, and sometimes not ever in the same room. Rinoa and Squall had come to unspoken agreement, to hate each other forever. She was upset cause she guessed that Squall had cheated on her, he was mad that she thought that he could cheat on her. Squall could under go, the pain and agony of Rinoa's glares, full of the silent promise of hatred, but to make matters worse, Zell wasn't speaking to him either. Squall guessed that Zell also thought the worse of him, that he had been having some kind of affair with Quistis. So, Squall had moved his dwelling area to the pub, the only place he had now. Seifer had been telling everyone that Squall and Quistis had been going behind Rinoa's back since she had moved into the Leonhart manor. This cause some spirit's to fall into Squall's lap on "accident" of course, Squall knew why this kept happening. So, here he was in the small dressing room, fixing his suit. He tugged a few times on the black jacket and stood up straight. This would have been a great day, about 4 days ago, but now it was like a business meeting. Exciting in a point, boring in the other. He paused hearing a knock on the door, he turned looking at the door then went back to staring at the mirror.

"You may entered.." He called after a moment, he really wasn't in the mood for it. Quistis slowly entered and shut the door behind her. Squall turned and stopped looking at her.

"Leave.." He snapped turning back around fixing his suit once more.

"Sir ..I just wanted a ..." Quistis started.

"I think you have done enough, do you disagree?" He said calmly, as he turned and faced her. Quistis paused and looked down.

"I am sorry... I have told you many times.." Quistis looked up at him frowning.

"Actions are louder then words, my friend.." Squall turned his back to her, adjusting his suit once more. Quistis stepped forward, and held onto her necklace. Squall watched her in the mirror, then paused. She looked so much like Rinoa when she did that, gripping onto her necklace as if it was the last thing in the world that would save her. He paused and looked back up at her, the way she was standing and looking up and down Squall sensed an inner battle ragging inside her, till she just stared at him, the battle seemed to be over.

"Squall..Seifer did this to you.." She whispered placing a hand on his arm, he flung her hand off of his arm, and stared at her.

"No, do not plan your mistake on Seifer, Quistis! I know what you did, I was there remember, you betrayed me! Everyone betrayed me!" Squall shouted, advancing toward her, his face full of fury, a fury, Quistis had never seen on her masters, no, her friends face. Quistis stood still and glared at Squall.

"I understand your upset sir.." She started.

"Upset! Why do you think I am upset Quistis?!" Squall paced back at forth, he had the urge to strike her, but he didn't. He did not want to sink to that level of being, so instead he paced around. He stopped and pointed firmly at her.

"Why did Seifer do this then, explain that to me, then I might understand why you committed the terrible, god for saken crime that you did." He growled. He stopped and crossed his arms across his chest, Quistis guessed to control him for shooting, but she was only half-right, he did this to control himself from striking her. She looked away embarrassed and ashamed.

"He said he could love me.." Quistis whispered, as she closed her eyes. Squall paused raising his eyebrows, he was about to say something really nasty, and then he noticed a tear run down her cheeks. He sighed looking away, then grabbed the desk chair, and threw at the wall. The chair spilt into millions of pieces, Squall paused and looked at the debris, it reminded him of his life, millions of pieces, impossible to put back together. He looked back at her, and stepped forward. Quistis closed her eyes tightly, expecting him to take his fury out of her, but he just hugged her. Quistis buried her face into his shoulder and wept.

While Quistis and Squall made up, Rinoa stared blankly at the mirror in front of her. She fixed her hair and cursed herself. Why should she care what she looked like to this man, who was only in name her husband? She learned when she was younger, that husbands were someone you loved, and wanted to share your life with. Squall was neither of these things to her out loud, but inside she ached for him. She loved and hatred Squall, never the same thing at the same time. Zell walked in, smiling sadly when he looked at her. She stood up and nodded, tossing the Vail in front of her face. Zell stepped forward and touched her arms slightly.

"You are breath taking." He smiled again and kissed her cheek. Rinoa just stared at him and smiled slightly.

"Thank you Zell, you've been a dear friend to me, in these last few days." She smiled and kissed his cheek in return. Zell blushed and muttered something while hurrying out the door.

Squall stood in the front of the room, the priest close by, and then he rose his hands. Everyone stood up slowly as the bride to be walked down the aisle. Squall paused and opened his mouth slightly when he saw Rinoa, she was an angel. Her black hair was up, some bangs were dropping to the side. The dress fit her like it was made for her, clinging to her small body, while bring her body out for all to see. She was perfect. When Rinoa reached the Priest and Squall, she merely glared at Squall, then looked at the Priest. Squall turned and looked at the Priest. Squall and Rinoa exchanged meaningless vows, saying that they would love each other, forever. Squall once and awhile would steal glances at Rinoa, who looked bored and annoyed. Squall frowned and looked forward. When it was all over, they both turned and walked back down the aisle. The Priest merely shook his head watching them, walk as far as they could away from one another.

Squall and Rinoa, for the sake of tradtional, kept the entire smiling and waving thing at the pub. After a few drinks, and a meal or two, Squall was ready to hit the sack. As he reliantly picked up the annoyed Rinoa, for the old carry into room deal, some hooting and sheering came from downstairs. Some comments followed like "Hope you can work tomorrow" "Tell us if Seifer beat you to it" " She's a fine dandy she is, find me having a go?" Nasty drunk things of course. Squall shut the door quickly behind him and looked around the little inn room. Rinoa quickly walked toward the bathroom, and slammed the door shut after her. Squall just shook his head, and started to change into some different clothes. After a very short period of time, Rinoa returned in an all white sleep dress. Squall tilted his head to the side looking at her.

"Stop staring." She snapped, climbing into bed.

" I can stare at my wife." He said firmly.

" Only in name, this bed is nice, I was going to ask you how it was since you already been on top of it with another women, but I found out for myself thanks." She sighed closing her eyes tightly; tears were slowly running down her face again. He laid down on the opposite side of her, their backs faced each other. She paused sitting up looking at him.

"I will not take advanced of you, if that is what you are about to ask." He snorted, turning and looking at her. She looked upward, that was exactly what she was going to ask.

"I might be intoxicated, but I'm not an animal." He sighed closing his eyes. She nodded and lay back down.

It was freezing in the room, Rinoa noticed right away. The covers were thin, she guessed so people don't get hot when they.. she shook her head firmly, dirty thoughts. She sighed shivering and shaking. Squall glanced over at her, and blinked a few times.

"Are you all right?" He asked quietly.

"I'm fine." She snapped closing her eyes. Squall sat up now, his bare chest seemed to glow an eerie white color. He removed some of the blankets that were covering him, and placed them over Rinoa. Rinoa opened her eyes and looked back at him, then back down at the blankets.

"Thanks...' She muttered, closing her eyes again. He muttered something and lay down next to her, his back facing hers.

"What was that?" She asked, trying to control a yawn but failing.

"I said. I hope you remember that, maybe you will not be so quick to lose your temper with me tomorrow." He grumbled. Rinoa sat up, facing him. She tucked the corners of the blankets around her sides, she wanted to make sure he didn't get a peek earlier, but she mentally kicked herself, what she meant to think was that he would never get a peek.

" I am not a demon child, I do not snap on those who do not deserve it, and you sure, deserve what you get." She fumed; Squall sat up staring at her hard.

"I could have you now, you understand?" He asked quickly, hovering over her now, as if to make sure she understood what he was talking about. Rinoa quickly looked away and blushed.

'Yes." She muttered looking away.

"Then you should be grateful, not because I choose not to take you when you are not ready for me, or you would refuse me, because I am a noble man, and I do not force myself upon anyone, drunk or sober. I will not let the alcohol that has consumed my mind and desires take over. So good night to you, my wife." He laid his head back down against his pillow and closed his eyes. Rinoa sat them dumbstruck. What he was saying, of course was true. It was a fact that some men forced their new wives to sleep with themselves the night they married, or sometimes sadly, the night they met. Squall and Rinoa had known each other for awhile now, they should have already slept together she knew this. As Rinoa laid her head back down against the pillow, this time she faced Squall's back, she choose to stare at his backside. She narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to figure him out, he was drunk, he was a man, he was her husband, stronger, quickly, he could force her to have him now, but he wasn't.. She smiled slightly, she felt a certain..Gratitude toward him.