"Transcending Reality" by: Emerald Eyes
"Now I'm here for all to see everything torn out of me. Too late
to drown in all my doubt. Too much, too late to sort things out." –Gravity
Kills
This is the second chapter to my freaky little fic. This
is where the plotline starts to get weird. I live for reviews, but please no
flames. If I made a mistake somewhere, or if there was something about the
story that bothered you, by all means, tell me… but please don't be a meanie.
Oh yeah, this chapter is MUCH better than the previous one. I didn't take the
time to add to the first chapter like I usually do when I write. But I think
this chapter is really interesting (and you can expect all the chapters
subsequent to it to be that way too!)… And for all of you FF8 fans: this is
your lucky day (er… I should say 'lucky chapter')! –Emerald
Eyes ^o^ Oh yeah, I don't own
the characters… blah blah blah blah… squaresoft's property… blah blah blah…
Chapter Two: A Redhead, A Gunblade,
and The Inexplicable
Reno awoke. He couldn't remember anything from the previous night. 'I must have been plastered,' he thought. He slowly opened his eyes, expecting the light to be harsh and unwelcoming. Instead he found it to be quite friendly. 'That's odd,' he thought, 'I should have a hell of a hangover.' He lay motionless on the cold floor for a while, trying to remember what had happened to him. He didn't remember much of anything at all, but that was understandable.
Reno took a look at his surroundings. He was in a dimly lit, rather uncomfortable looking room. There were a few desks here and there, swivel chairs abandoned haphazardly by them. Papers littered the desks, while some were discarded unceremoniously on the rough carpeted floor. Judging by the way the place was deserted; he guessed the time to be at some ungodly hour of the night when all of the people that worked in the office were at home in bed.
He slowly sat up and unconsciously rubbed the cramp in his neck. He had been lying in an awkward position for quite a while, judging from the high level of pain. He rose to his feet and stretched.
Being very curious at the moment he decided to explore his surroundings. Reno made his way past various desks. He stopped to examine a particular piece of paper that had captured his interest. It was sprawled out on the desk lying atop a keyboard for a computer. It was a picture of an optimistic blonde teenage boy wearing a yellow shirt and blue overalls. He was carrying a sword that looked like it was made of water. Beneath the picture there was a logo that read "Final Fantasy X" and the name "Tidus" below that, followed by "Character design by Tetsuya Nomura."
Reno, his interest in the picture now depleted, moved from the desk. His foot bumped against something soft on the floor, causing a groan to emanate from underneath the desk. Reno frowned. 'Is it just me, or does it sound like someone's chilling underneath the desk?' Curious, he bent down to look underneath.
He was right. Underneath the desk a teenage boy with ruffled brown hair and a peculiar looking sword was sprawled out in a rather uncomfortable position. The boy wore black pants, a white tee shirt, and a comfy looking black jacket with a fur collar.
Reno was unsure of what to do with the boy. What exactly was he supposed to do? It wasn't everyday that you woke up on the floor all by yourself, in a place you've never been before, having no clue what was going on.
Thankfully, he didn't have to do anything. The unconscious teenager groaned again and shifted positions. His eyes slowly slid open and soaked in the scene with mild interest. When his gray eyes fell on the redhead before him, his bewildered expression instantly turned hostile. The brunette leaped onto his feet and in the blink of an eye had his "sword" against Reno's throat.
The redhead held a very astonished expression on his face. He obviously hadn't expected the brunette to react as quickly as he did. It was very rare for someone to outsmart a Turk, especially if that Turk just happened to be Reno.
"Who are you?" the boy spat out menacingly, "Where is this place? Why am I here?"
The boy looked to be in control but by the way his hands were shaking, and the quick, shallow breaths he was taking, the Turk could tell that he was a bit frightened. Using this to his advantage, Reno slowly inched his hand towards the nightstick that was resting at his left hip. Thankfully, the boy didn't seem to notice. 'Good,' thought Reno, 'He'll be in for a bit of a surprise.'
Before the kid in the black jacket knew what hit him, the Turk had inflicted him with a sufficient amount of electricity. The boy cried out and slumped to the ground. His eyes meekly stared up at the redhead towering over him. The boy coughed.
"Who are you?" he weakly managed to get out.
The redhead grinned, "My name's Reno. I'm a Turk. That'll explain why you just got your ass kicked." The brunette glared up irately causing Reno laugh, "What's your name, kid?"
"Squall," the boy said simply. Reno waited for him to say more, but when it became obvious that Squall had nothing more to say he decided to speak.
"There's no reason for you to glare at me like that, kid. It looks to me like both you and I are in the same dilemma." Squall's expression softened at Reno's words, but he still glanced up uneasily at the Turk. "You see, I woke up on the floor over there in the corner only about ten minutes ago." The redhead pointed a bony finger to the spot where he had been sleeping, "I don't know anything more than you do."
Squall looked incredulously at him, "Whatever." The redhead stared back with intense green eyes. He wasn't going to say anything else, but curiosity finally overcame his suspicions. "I'm a SeeD, Reno, so don't underestimate me. And I've never heard of a 'Turk' before."
This caught Reno off guard. How could the kid not know who the Turks were? 'Everyone knows who we are', he thought, "Uh, Squall?" The boy looked at him curiously, "You've never heard of the Turks before?" When the boy shook his head Reno continued, "We work for, uh, USED to work for Shinra. We were in the Department of Administrative Research." Squall still held a blank expression on his face. "Uh…ShinRa Electric Company? You know, mako reactors, SOLDIER, that big-ass mako cannon in Junon?" Instead of the look of revelation Reno was expecting from the youth, the boy looked at him strangely.
"What the hell are you talking about?" the SeeD spat in annoyance, "I've never heard of any of the things you've just mentioned! Don't fuck with me, 'TURK'! Like I said, I'm with SeeD. I'm Squall Leonhart. I saved the world from Sorceress Ultemecia and time compression."
"Would you believe it," the Turk passively said, "if I told you that I have never heard of this 'SeeD' thing before? I've never heard of this Sorceress Ulte-whatever, and I have no idea what the hell 'time compression' is, kid," he paused to think of something more to say, "And, Leonhart, I've never heard of YOU."
"Whatever," Squall sighed. Reno's comments were only making him irate, "Reno, it would be impossible for you NOT to have heard of SeeD."
"…And it's also kind of impossible for you to have never heard of ShinRa Incorporated before…"
Both men were contemplating the meaning of each other's words when two blondes in white walked into the room…
"R—Rufus?" an incredulous Turk stuttered, not believing his eyes, "You're supposed to be dead…"
Squall Leonhart's eye's narrowed and glared at the other blonde who had entered, "Seifer…"
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Oooooo… suspense! So… want to know exactly what's
up with Seifer and Rufus? Well, you'll find out in the next chapter (which I've
already started to write). Please be nice and write a review… and if you get
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lot of my artwork, but everyone says I'm a real good artist so you might want
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