A/N: So I seem to still not own FF8 or it's characters.. That doesn't mean that the creative juices won't flow… So, screw you if you sue me for having a sudden wake-up call at two A.M. with an idea. I didn't choose to wake-up with an idea. So, *gives them the one-gun salute*
~ 13: I Don't Want To Kill You But… ~
Squall ran to the front doors of the hotel. Silently, he opened the door, trying desperately to not disturb the reception. Silently, he walked across the floor like he belonged there. The people at reception had seen him earlier and assumed that he was just going to pick up one of the guests to go clubbing. Hey, it was late… You can't blame them for having such ludicrous thoughts. Squall pushed the up button and waited for the elevator. While he waited, an elderly couple approached him and gasped. He had returned! He isn't going to do something like that again, is he? And where is his blond companion? Surely the mischievous duo wouldn't be back for more, were they? Wasn't cherry-bombing the pool enough? The couple quickly left the hotel. Squall ignored the couple and got on the elevator once it had arrived. His nerves were in a frenzy, his palms were sweating and his stomach was in knots. How was he supposed to do this? Surely Johnny didn't think that he would be able to forget the past love of his life… Past love of his life? Where did that come from? Squall couldn't dwell on it any longer because the elevator had arrived to the sixth, revealing what he was up against. An empty hallway? It wasn't much of an adversary, but it was sufficient enough to torment him under the given circumstances. He didn't think that he was the killing sort, but after that brief flip through the papers and having previously known about the multiple ways of killing someone was beginning to make him think otherwise. He did not have control over his limbs, mainly his legs. They began to walk down the hall automatically, not requiring the order from his brain. They stopped directly in front of room 639.His arms didn't seem to obey him either as they emerged from his pockets with a keycard to room 639. How did he get it? Where did it come from? Did it matter? Not at this specific moment. His arms seemed to have a mind of their own as they approached the card slot and plunged the card into the card slot.
The green light flashed once and Squall took the card out and entered the room. In the center or the room was a double bed where lay Rinoa.
Squall took the syringe out and pulled the base back, letting it aspire the air. It would be quick and painless. She won't feel a thing and it might not look like a murder at all. Plus, there was a chance that it might not even work.
Hr approached the sleeping figure, unsuspecting of what would happen next.
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She lay asleep in her bed, seeing it like her soul had managed to astro-project out of her body. A silver cord attached at her navel kept her linked to her corpse. Hovering above her body, waiting for something to happen.
Then it happened. Someone stuck a key card in her door and opened. The person entered her room, almost as if he didn't want to be there.
She squinted her eyes, trying to decipher who had entered her room. Who ever it was removed a syringe from his pocket and drew back the base, letting the air rush in the hollow cylinder. He looked at her sleeping form once more and this time she managed to figure out who it was. He wouldn't, would he?
It couldn't be Squall.
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Her eyes shot open, terminating her dream. It wasn't a dream. He was actually standing above her, moonlight reflecting off his features.
She watched as he lowered himself to her, ready to inject the air into her bloodstream.
Suddenly, a newfound urge took over her and she sat up into a seated position and grabbed his shirt collar. She pulled him down so that his face was just centimeters away, feeling his breath on her cheeks. He had a really confused look in his eyes and waited in anticipation to see what she would do next.
"Don't." She simply said before she kissed him. Feelings that were far from extinct arose within her as she kissed him feverishly. She couldn't stop attacking him; it had been so long since she had last kissed him. Three weeks to be exact… And he wasn't resisting either.
After finally running out of oxygen, they broke it off, staring intently into each other's eyes.
"Why did you do that? How did you know I was here?" The questions came flooding out of his mouth, swallowing her with her quest for the answers deep within her mind.
"Wow, cowboy. Stop with the questions." She said before she continued, "I did that because the memories from way back when taunted me to do so. I haven't kissed you since three weeks ago and there wasn't much that I could do to stop myself from doing it. Besides, you didn't seem to hate the idea, either. But how I knew you were here is still quite odd for that matter. I had a dream right before I woke up and I was outside my body. It was weird."
"Oh." He said, "Well, I need a favor from you."
She looked at him, her eyes telling him to carry on.
"I need you to stay in this room until I call you to tell you to come out." He said, looking deeply into her eyes, pleading that she would do as he had asked her to.
"Why?" was the only word that escaped her lips.
"Because, the reason that I'm here right now is that I was supposed to kill you. I was told to do so by a mob leader, Johnny The Piranha. Please, tell me that you'll do so… Or could you please leave and go back home?" He asked her sincerely. He didn't want her to die.
"Then you have to promise to return to me. To come back for me. To leave these men who have taken advantage of your current state." She said.
"I promise… Or at least I'll die trying." He promised.
"All right. I won't leave until you tell me it's safe again." She whispered, drawing herself closer to him.
"Thank you." He whispered in her ear. He kissed this time and with a little less fever than before, but a lot more love in it.
Needless to say, he did not return home that night.
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The break of dawn is one of nature's wonders. The birds only start to wake up at that time of the day and search about for food for their offspring. The sleeping cities wake up at that time, ready to start another workday.
The doctor woke up to the sound of the phone ringing, a short conversation on the phone before he hung up. He went to the kitchen and popped in four pieces of toast into the toaster and turned on the coffee machine.
He then proceeded to Squall's room, knocking on the door to wake him up.
"Come on, big guy, time to wake up. I know you had a mission to accomplish last night, but Johnny beckons for our presence in half an hour." Fisher called from one side of the door.
When he didn't hear anything from the other side, he only yelled more, "Come on! Wake up, sleepy head!"
Still nothing.
Losing patience, Fisher opened the door, not caring if his patient slept in the nude or not. The sight before him sent him into a complete state of panic. There was no one in the bed. He wasn't home. Where was he?
Oh dear Hyne! Thought Fisher Johnny's going to kill the both of us! Where is he? Why did he have to pick today to pull an all-nighter somewhere? Damn! I should have a tracking device on that guy!
He ran to the kitchen when he heard the toast pop. Pulling the peanut butter out, he spread the thick, sticky substance across his toast hurriedly.
He got dressed and ran out the door; toast in his mouth and completely forgetting about his coffee.
I have to go find him! He thought.
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A/N: Well, I wrote this a couple days ago. Sorry for the delay. Review.
