Rating: R (I tried to keep it lower, but it just wasn't destined to happen - unlike other things [which are responsible for the rating])
Disclaimer: SG characters are (c) MGM (thankie to Morrigan for that :p). FF8 characters are (c) Squaresoft, original characters are mine – ask nicely and I might let you play with them, s'long's you don't break them...
Warnings: SxS - Yaoi (guyxguy) later - if u don't like, don't read. Character death. Maybe angst (I do like to torture my characters sometimes :p), language (prob nothin u aint heard b4, but still...)
~Chapter Two: Elsewhere~
Squall shifted uneasily in his sleep, waking enough to feel Rinoa in his arms before he closed his eyes, trying to drift into his dreams again. It was no use. Now he was awake there would be no more sleep until the next night. Besides, he felt uneasy, the old itch between the shoulderblades warning him like mad that there was trouble. Only there wasn't. SeeD was a long way in his past now, they could deal with their own problems, and Rinoa - the only other possible source of anxiety - was safe in his arms. So why wouldn't the feeling go away?
He sighed softly, and gently eased himself out of the bed, taking care not to wake Rinoa. She woke more easily now, and she needed the sleep more now she was pregnant. Naked, but uncaring - who after all was in this area, besides themselves, to see or care? - Squall walked over to the window and drew back the edge of a curtain. The moonlight would disturb Rinoa, or so he excused the automatic behaviour. He knew it wasn't really that. It was the SeeD training rearing its ugly head again, making him paranoid. But then again, it never hurt to be cautious, and gut instinct had saved him on more than one occasion.
The moon was full, and bright, and the clearing outside the front of the house was brightly lit. Some nights, although he had kept it secret from Rinoa, when the moon lit up the clearing like it was daybreak, he took lionheart down from its resting place and went outside and practised. There was only one element missing. An opponent, or rather, a certain opponent.
Squall smiled grimly. Moving silently, he dressed and fetched lionheart. Each time he said it was the last. Each time he lied. It was like some part of him couldn't let go of the past, couldn't let go of... He shied away from his thoughts. Tonight felt different for some reason, a reason beyond his admission of his addiction. He could feel in his heart, in his soul, that something was going to happen.
AN: Maybe I should've put the yaoi warning in later, then everyone would've jumped to exactly the wrong conclusion with this chapter...
Please rxr and check out my original fic 'Time Without Age' – I want people to vote on its poll so that I can write the next chapter... *blushes* shameless plug, I know, *hides* won't do it again – honest *tries to look innocent and fails* :p
