Weav Says: Yea, I forgot to put a disclaimer on the last chapter, and I'm
too damned lazy to upload it again, so I'll put the disclaimer here.
No, I do not own any part of SquareEnix, nor any part of the Final Fantasy Franchise. That good enough for you?
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---Chapter Two---
Ellone and Rinoa were going up the stairs, to Ellone's dorm, to unpack her things. "You have a good time in Esthar, Ellie?" Rinoa asked.
"Yea, it was a good time. Dad, Kiros and Ward are fun bunch. But it's good to be back at the Garden," she said with a smile. The two of them went into her dorm, where three large suitcases sat on the floor. "And there's our afternoon's work," she laughed. She went over to the suitcase closest to her, opened it, and stared at all the clothes. Half them hadn't even been worn over the last month.
"Damn, Ellie, you've got a lot of clothes," Rinoa laughed, "Of course, I'm not really one to talk. My and Squall's closet is full of stuff, and all he's got in there is a few shirts."
Ellone got on her knees in front of the suitcase and started going through her clothes, sorting them into piles. Rinoa asked her what each pile was, and started sorting, along with her. "So what've you been up to for the last month, Rinny?" Ellone asked her.
"Oh, this and that." she said, "Squall's been gone so much, though. I haven't gotten much, well, you know." Rinoa blushed, turning nearly scarlet.
"Satisfaction?" Ellone said, and they both laughed. "Well, you never know where you can find some satisfaction."
"What do you mean?" Rinoa said, putting one of Ellone's bras on the underclothes pile. She liked the feel of it, the look of it. She started thinking she might not mind seeing her in just this. But then, she told herself she was a married woman, she couldn't have feelings for someone else.could she?
Ellone stood up, leaving the suitcase on the floor, "You know damn well what I mean," she said, "You know I'm not your average girl, you know that, right?"
Rinoa didn't know quite what she meant, "Ellie, are you saying that you want to do something, well, let's call it, um." she paused, "Frisky?"
"Exactly," she said. She grabbed Rinoa by the arm, pulled her up, and kissed her hard on the mouth.
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Squall and Selphie drove up to the Timber Hospital, to turn Zell's body in. It would be loaded onto the next train that was heading to Balamb, with a medcar. Selphie walked in first, and Squall, carrying Zell, came in after.
The nurse at the front desk knew the two of them, from numerous missions. "Ms. Tilmitt, Mr. Leonhart! What seems to be the problem with Mr. Dincht, over there?" she asked. The nurse was not a tall woman, nor a thin one. She was a snowberry; pale of skin and of uniform, and round as any berry.
"He's dead, Beth," Selphie told the nurse, "We want to put him in the morgue, and on the waiting list for the next medcar to Balamb."
"Oh, dear," Beth said, "I'm so sorry for you all, Mr. Dincht was one of the nicest SeeDs I've ever dealt with. We'll all miss him."
"So will we," Selphie said.
"Mr. Leonhart, just set him on that stretcher, over there," she said, pointing towards a stretcher, against the wall, "We'll have someone in here in no time, to take him down to the morgue."
Squall set Zell's body down on the stretcher, and walked toward the door. "Again, I'm really sorry he's dead," Beth said, "Mr. Dincht was a nice man." The two remaining SeeDs left the hospital, and entered their car in silence.
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Irvine Kinneas, SeeD Sharpshooter, was in the Training Center, using some Grats as target practice, for he was sitting on a steel pillar, aiming down at the half-animal, half-vegetable creatures which populated Balmb Garden's only practice arena. This had been his life for the past week, or so. Since Selphie went on that mission, with Squall and Zell. He didn't trust Zell with her. He didn't trust anyone with her, he just didn't want to lose the only girl he'd ever been able to get, without excessive lying, flirting, and all that horseshit.
He took out another Grat, that two SeeD candidates were just about to take on. He laughed as one of them drew a pistol on the dying Grat, shot it, and called it a kill to his female companion. "Oh, Cray," she said to him, "You're so good!" Then she hugged him. This just caused Irvine to laugh even more. But at the same time it made him long for Selphie's arms around him. He really did miss her.
"Oh well," he muttered to himself, "Nothing to do about that, just have to wait for her to get back," and he went back to shooting Grats.
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Rinoa pulled back from Ellone. After all, she was a married woman, and this was her husband's half-sister! "Something wrong, Rinny?" Ellone asked her. Her arms were still wrapped around her. Rinoa liked the feel of Ellone's arms. It was a good, warm feeling. Squall's hands were always cold, and they were rough with calluses. These hands were warm and smooth, and they felt wonderful on her back.
"No Ellie," she said, as a grin erupted over her features, "Nothing's wrong at all." She drew Ellone close, and kissed her again. Ellone's hands went up the back of Rinoa's shirt, and the warmth of her hands made her smile through the kiss. Ellone drew Rinoa's lips open, and their tongues touched. Ellone was a much better kisser than Squall, she thought.
Ellone walked her the five or so steps over to the bed, and fell backwards onto it, pulling her on top. She drew back from the kiss just long enough to take Rinoa's pale blue shirt off, over her head, and then went back to her.
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Squall and Selphie were on the short drive to the train station, from the hospital, and neither of them had said anything since dropping off Zell's body. Squall's gunblade now occupied the back seat of the small automobile, and the silence hung heavy in the air.
Selphie didn't like the mood that they were in, she almost never was in this bad a mood. And thinking about Irvine just put her in an even worse mood. She hadn't seen him in almost a week, since the mission started, and she missed him a lot. She turned her thoughts away from him, and tried to start up a conversation with Squall. "What are you thinking about, Squall?"
He remained silent, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on his small pistol, hostered at his thigh. He never wanted to feel vulnerable.
"Yoo-hoo!" Selphie said, "Squall!"
"What do you want?" he said, gruffly.
"Well," she offered, "I just wanted to know what was on your mind. We're in a pretty blue mood here, so maybe talking would lighten it a bit?"
He didn't reply for about half a minute, and Selphie started to slump up against the window, to watch the scenery go by. "Rinoa," he said, "I was thinking about Rinoa. I haven't seen her in almost a week, and even I get lonely sometimes."
"He speaks!" she said, and laughed, but stopped when he didn't join in the laughter. She had known Squall for years, and could only remember a few occasions where she had heard him laugh. Why did she even expect it this time. "Y'know," she said, "I'm lonely too. I miss my Irvy."
"Well, we won't be away from them for much longer. It's a 12-hour train ride from Timber to Balamb, and then an hour's drive to the Garden, but then we're back. So," he looked at the dashboard clock, "The train leaves in about an hour, we'll be home in 14 hours."
"Jeez, Squall," she laughed again, "That's the most you've said all at once, all week."
"I guess," he said, and pulled in at the train station. He dropped the car off at the rental office, took his baggage off, his gunblade out of the back seat, and walked over to the Terminal.
"Not long now," Selphie said, "And the time on the train'll go fast. I love trains."
"Yes you do," Squall said, and managed to crack a small smile. About half a smirk showed up on his face. "You really love your trains, Selphie."
The two of them loaded onto the train, settled themselves in the SeeD suite, and waited for departure. Squall picked up a month-old copy of Weapons Monthly, sat on the couch, put his feet up, and started reading. Selphie lay down on the bottom bunk of the bunk bed at the side of the room, and dozed off. The train started moving in no time.
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Author's Note: Hope you enjoy this chapter. I'll have the next one up, umm. Mid-week, I think. And I'm still lookin for a title. So if you have an idea for it, just put it up in a review. Thanks.
-Weav
No, I do not own any part of SquareEnix, nor any part of the Final Fantasy Franchise. That good enough for you?
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---Chapter Two---
Ellone and Rinoa were going up the stairs, to Ellone's dorm, to unpack her things. "You have a good time in Esthar, Ellie?" Rinoa asked.
"Yea, it was a good time. Dad, Kiros and Ward are fun bunch. But it's good to be back at the Garden," she said with a smile. The two of them went into her dorm, where three large suitcases sat on the floor. "And there's our afternoon's work," she laughed. She went over to the suitcase closest to her, opened it, and stared at all the clothes. Half them hadn't even been worn over the last month.
"Damn, Ellie, you've got a lot of clothes," Rinoa laughed, "Of course, I'm not really one to talk. My and Squall's closet is full of stuff, and all he's got in there is a few shirts."
Ellone got on her knees in front of the suitcase and started going through her clothes, sorting them into piles. Rinoa asked her what each pile was, and started sorting, along with her. "So what've you been up to for the last month, Rinny?" Ellone asked her.
"Oh, this and that." she said, "Squall's been gone so much, though. I haven't gotten much, well, you know." Rinoa blushed, turning nearly scarlet.
"Satisfaction?" Ellone said, and they both laughed. "Well, you never know where you can find some satisfaction."
"What do you mean?" Rinoa said, putting one of Ellone's bras on the underclothes pile. She liked the feel of it, the look of it. She started thinking she might not mind seeing her in just this. But then, she told herself she was a married woman, she couldn't have feelings for someone else.could she?
Ellone stood up, leaving the suitcase on the floor, "You know damn well what I mean," she said, "You know I'm not your average girl, you know that, right?"
Rinoa didn't know quite what she meant, "Ellie, are you saying that you want to do something, well, let's call it, um." she paused, "Frisky?"
"Exactly," she said. She grabbed Rinoa by the arm, pulled her up, and kissed her hard on the mouth.
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Squall and Selphie drove up to the Timber Hospital, to turn Zell's body in. It would be loaded onto the next train that was heading to Balamb, with a medcar. Selphie walked in first, and Squall, carrying Zell, came in after.
The nurse at the front desk knew the two of them, from numerous missions. "Ms. Tilmitt, Mr. Leonhart! What seems to be the problem with Mr. Dincht, over there?" she asked. The nurse was not a tall woman, nor a thin one. She was a snowberry; pale of skin and of uniform, and round as any berry.
"He's dead, Beth," Selphie told the nurse, "We want to put him in the morgue, and on the waiting list for the next medcar to Balamb."
"Oh, dear," Beth said, "I'm so sorry for you all, Mr. Dincht was one of the nicest SeeDs I've ever dealt with. We'll all miss him."
"So will we," Selphie said.
"Mr. Leonhart, just set him on that stretcher, over there," she said, pointing towards a stretcher, against the wall, "We'll have someone in here in no time, to take him down to the morgue."
Squall set Zell's body down on the stretcher, and walked toward the door. "Again, I'm really sorry he's dead," Beth said, "Mr. Dincht was a nice man." The two remaining SeeDs left the hospital, and entered their car in silence.
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Irvine Kinneas, SeeD Sharpshooter, was in the Training Center, using some Grats as target practice, for he was sitting on a steel pillar, aiming down at the half-animal, half-vegetable creatures which populated Balmb Garden's only practice arena. This had been his life for the past week, or so. Since Selphie went on that mission, with Squall and Zell. He didn't trust Zell with her. He didn't trust anyone with her, he just didn't want to lose the only girl he'd ever been able to get, without excessive lying, flirting, and all that horseshit.
He took out another Grat, that two SeeD candidates were just about to take on. He laughed as one of them drew a pistol on the dying Grat, shot it, and called it a kill to his female companion. "Oh, Cray," she said to him, "You're so good!" Then she hugged him. This just caused Irvine to laugh even more. But at the same time it made him long for Selphie's arms around him. He really did miss her.
"Oh well," he muttered to himself, "Nothing to do about that, just have to wait for her to get back," and he went back to shooting Grats.
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Rinoa pulled back from Ellone. After all, she was a married woman, and this was her husband's half-sister! "Something wrong, Rinny?" Ellone asked her. Her arms were still wrapped around her. Rinoa liked the feel of Ellone's arms. It was a good, warm feeling. Squall's hands were always cold, and they were rough with calluses. These hands were warm and smooth, and they felt wonderful on her back.
"No Ellie," she said, as a grin erupted over her features, "Nothing's wrong at all." She drew Ellone close, and kissed her again. Ellone's hands went up the back of Rinoa's shirt, and the warmth of her hands made her smile through the kiss. Ellone drew Rinoa's lips open, and their tongues touched. Ellone was a much better kisser than Squall, she thought.
Ellone walked her the five or so steps over to the bed, and fell backwards onto it, pulling her on top. She drew back from the kiss just long enough to take Rinoa's pale blue shirt off, over her head, and then went back to her.
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Squall and Selphie were on the short drive to the train station, from the hospital, and neither of them had said anything since dropping off Zell's body. Squall's gunblade now occupied the back seat of the small automobile, and the silence hung heavy in the air.
Selphie didn't like the mood that they were in, she almost never was in this bad a mood. And thinking about Irvine just put her in an even worse mood. She hadn't seen him in almost a week, since the mission started, and she missed him a lot. She turned her thoughts away from him, and tried to start up a conversation with Squall. "What are you thinking about, Squall?"
He remained silent, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on his small pistol, hostered at his thigh. He never wanted to feel vulnerable.
"Yoo-hoo!" Selphie said, "Squall!"
"What do you want?" he said, gruffly.
"Well," she offered, "I just wanted to know what was on your mind. We're in a pretty blue mood here, so maybe talking would lighten it a bit?"
He didn't reply for about half a minute, and Selphie started to slump up against the window, to watch the scenery go by. "Rinoa," he said, "I was thinking about Rinoa. I haven't seen her in almost a week, and even I get lonely sometimes."
"He speaks!" she said, and laughed, but stopped when he didn't join in the laughter. She had known Squall for years, and could only remember a few occasions where she had heard him laugh. Why did she even expect it this time. "Y'know," she said, "I'm lonely too. I miss my Irvy."
"Well, we won't be away from them for much longer. It's a 12-hour train ride from Timber to Balamb, and then an hour's drive to the Garden, but then we're back. So," he looked at the dashboard clock, "The train leaves in about an hour, we'll be home in 14 hours."
"Jeez, Squall," she laughed again, "That's the most you've said all at once, all week."
"I guess," he said, and pulled in at the train station. He dropped the car off at the rental office, took his baggage off, his gunblade out of the back seat, and walked over to the Terminal.
"Not long now," Selphie said, "And the time on the train'll go fast. I love trains."
"Yes you do," Squall said, and managed to crack a small smile. About half a smirk showed up on his face. "You really love your trains, Selphie."
The two of them loaded onto the train, settled themselves in the SeeD suite, and waited for departure. Squall picked up a month-old copy of Weapons Monthly, sat on the couch, put his feet up, and started reading. Selphie lay down on the bottom bunk of the bunk bed at the side of the room, and dozed off. The train started moving in no time.
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Author's Note: Hope you enjoy this chapter. I'll have the next one up, umm. Mid-week, I think. And I'm still lookin for a title. So if you have an idea for it, just put it up in a review. Thanks.
-Weav