Final Fantasy VIII 2: After the Armageddon

(You Know. The one that never happened!)

Authors: Confesser Kahlan and Anara

Disclaimer: See chapter one

Chapter four: I Said, 'Don't take it That Way!!"

Quistis knocked on Irvine's door and quietly turned the doorknob at his muffled, "Come in."

She closed the door behind her and turned around to see Irvine walk into his bathroom, with a towel wrapped around his waist and his clothes in one hand. "Hope you don't mind, I just got out of the shower. I'll be right out", he called over his shoulder.

Quistis shook her head. "No it's fine. I just wanted to know if you had seen the cockroa…ah…I mean, Rinoa."

The bathroom door opened and Irvine walked out dressed in his chaps and vest. He picked up his coat. "The last time I saw her, she was crying over Squall jumping to gruesome death. Why? Worried about her?"

She snorted. "Hardly. She owes me 50 Gil. Oh, well. So, do you think Squall is dead?"

They walked out the door. Irvine grabbed his hat and shook his head. "'Course not. The authors of this story are unable to kill off the main characters. If they could, Rinoa would be dead by now."

"I see what you mean. Wait. What authors?"

Irvine shrugged. "I have no idea. It just came to me."

Quistis shrugged, closed the door, and straitened her skirt while Irvine placed his hat on his head. Just then, Zell came running down the hall. He skidded to a stop, glanced at the door and stared at Quistis and Irvine. "Irvine! With Quissy?!?"

Irvine frowned at him, puzzled. "Huh? What are you talking about?"

Quistis however, understood at once. "WHAT?!"

Zell and Irvine watched, stunned, as she collapsed in a dead faint.

Irvine blinked, then turned to Zell. "You killed her."

Zell glared at him. "Okay. First: She's not dead. Second: Why are you blaming me?"

"It IS your fault. 'Sides, you're just so easy to blame."

"ARRRGG!!!"

Meanwhile, at the Golden Saucer…

Barret walked back to the main room. "Cloud? Tifa? Hello? Where is everybody?"