:: No Love ::
"So, Squall Leonhart. Finally showed up huh?" A feminine voice rang out in the distance as Squall and the others exited the Garden building. Covering a bit more distance at a run, the group glimpsed a woman standing in the middle of the large space at the front of the building.
She cut an impressive figure with a white, translucent blade drawn and held with a single hand at her side. The black catsuit, which covered her like a second skin, besides drawing much male attention, also brought out the paleness of her skin and the grey eyes that were set within a slim heart-shaped face. Her hair drifted lazily in the light breeze, a glowing mane of white.
"You're?" Wary of the stranger and the deadly blade she carried at her side, Squall spoke carefully as he descended the steps with his friends close behind. His hand was on his gunblade, but he kept it safely out of view, should this small movement of his trigger off hostility from the other party.
The woman watched Squall and his posse carefully. They looked just like any other 19 year olds, nothing on their faces or the way they carried themselves showed that they were the few who single-handedly saved the world from Sorceress Ultimecia.
She smirked. They didn't even look the least bit intimidating, except for perhaps the leader of them – Squall Leonhart. Maybe that was why he was the leader.
The grin on her face grew wider.
To Squall and his posse, that smile on the stranger's face was equivalent to a panther licking its bloodstained fangs, looking at its next meal.
Selphie shuddered. Suddenly even this sleeveless dress that she wore all the time in wintery Trabia seemed insufficient in summery Balamb.
Rinoa moved closer to Squall, finding the warmth that came from him reassuring.
Squall seemed not the least bit disconcerted, looking the woman steely in the eye.
Just then, the woman [ a/n: im getting sick of typing 'the woman', lol ] raised her blade and pointed it straight at Squall. That was when Squall recognized the distinct features of the weapon as a gunblade. It was a beautiful one too, the blade made out of a material so white and translucent, it looked like it was made out of ice.
"I'm here, to challenge you, Leonhart."