Disclaimer: I don't own FF8
'Where're you going?' Rinoa stretched her self. The white sheets felt so comfortable. Squall was drying himself with a cloth. 'I,er, have to go meet someone,' Squall lied. Rinoa yawned, 'Hm? I thought we could just sleep in today.'
'Sorry,' Squall sat next to her. 'I'll talk to you later, okay? Duty calls,'
Rinoa frowned cutely, 'Aw, okay than,' she gave him a peck on the cheeks. 'See you later,'
'Yeah, bye,' Squall opened the doors while Rinoa hid under the covers.
Squall shut the door, and leaned against it, relieved. 'Phew,'
For now, he was fine. But he had to find a way to delete that email. 'Maybe I should try asking for her password,' Squall slaps himself on the head, 'Naw, that'd be a little obvious,' He walked along Balamb wondering how to erase it while Rinoa slept soundly.
Zell woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs, 'Yum,' he got off the bed, and went downstairs. His mother was in the kitchen working on breakfast. 'Where're the others, ma?'
Ma Dincht turned around, 'The relatives? They left earlier. I didn't wake you up, thought I'd let you sleep in,'
Zell scratched his head, 'Oh, thanks.'
'Here,' Ma Dincht passed to him a plate, filled with Zell's basic morning needs, 'Yummy, bacon, eggs, and hotdogs.'
After a much satisfying breakfast, Zell decided to go for a walk, ' I'm going out for awhile, mum, be back by lunch time!'
'Okay!'
The roads were filled with snow. Children were playing with it, while parents chattered away on benches. Yup, everything was perfect, except, 'Oh, look at that poor man,'
Zell noticed a pitiful beggar sleeping in the streets, with a white coat covering him, Zell could see that he was shivering. 'Maybe I'd better give the poor man some money,'
He approached the beggar, and kneeled down, 'Here, take this,' he passed a few hundred Gils to the beggar, who gracefully accepted it.
'Thanks Zell, you're a true friend,'
'Irvine?'
'In the flesh, moron,' Irvine got up, and brushed the snow off his coat. 'Now take me home,'
'What happened to you?' Zell gave Irvine a pat on the shoulder.
Irvine ignored him.
'Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, only there was no bed! Haha! Get it? No bed! Hehehe,' Irinve gave Zell a nasty look and walked towards Zells house. When they entered, Ma Dincht was nowhere in sight. 'Ma?' Zell cried. No response.
'Maybe she went out to do some shopping,' Irvine suggested. He leaned against a wall while Zell searched high and low.
Zell shook his head, 'Nah, mom doesn't go shopping at this time. Wait a minute, what's this?' He pointed at a piece of paper neatly folded on their dining table. He picked up the paper and unfolded it.
'What's it say?' Irvine casually tilted his head to one side, signaling Zell to just shut up and read it.
[We know who you are, Zell Dincht. If you wish to see your mother again, get 5 million gil ready in 7 days. Place it in front of the Fire Cavern. If I see anything suspicious, you can forget about ever seeing your mother again. Don't call the police or any one for backup. I mean it.]
'Damn.'
'How the hell am I suppose to get five million gil in a week?' Zell scratched the back of his head. He turned to Irvine. 'Don't give ME that look. I aint got no money with me.' Irvine pulled his pockets inside out, 'See, no gil, 'cept the ones you gave me,'
'Maybe we should call your dad,' said Irvine.
'No, he's in FH fishing with his buddies. Wont be able to come back until at least a week,'
'Bummer,' Irvine sighed, and frowned. If there was only a way to get that much money in such short time. Little of this had they expected.
'So, what now?' Zell asked, his forehead breaking with sweat.
Squall ran ahead of his fellow gym mates. He wanted to run, to escape the fact. He didn't want the burden. The guilt. He felt the wind, born from his running, his rush against the air. He ran harder, not knowing when to stop. He felt dizzy. The vast possibilities of things that could happen. Rinoa could cry. She might leave him. His heart ached at the thought. 'No,' He had to do something. Slowing down, he began to think. There must be a way, a solution to settle this. A way to solve his terrible guilt. For he had done it. Her thinking he wanted to, besides the fact that he did not. He finally stopped at his tracks. A few seconds later a group of people ran past. Leaving him behind. He gazed at the floor.
'Squall!' his coach shouted. The chubby man walked towards him, 'You alright?' He placed whistled at the others, 'Okay boys, that's a rap!" The others puffed in relieve. It had been a tiring hour.
'I'm staying a little longer,' Squall spoke silently under his breathe. He needed to be alone. To think this out. The coach gave him a pat on the back and walked away. After the entire gym was empty, Squall started running again. He was tired, but somehow he felt as if it was the only way he could be calm. To keep running.
(Only cowards run)
'No, I shouldn't try and escape the fact,' he stopped again, feet barely reaching the starting line. 'If Rinoa knew, how should I tell her? Sure I didn't resist when she came, but somehow I think it wasn't me back there, not the real Squall(dammit im talking to myself),' He continued to run again, moderately sppeding up this time. He was now running so fast , he felt like he couldn't stop. A sudden inspiration came to his head like a passing wind.
'I got it! Ooph!' the sudden stop tripped Squall to the ground. He heard a snap, and felt a sharp pain at his ankle, 'Shit,'
'Are you sure it'll work?' Zell asked. Irvine was smearing green oil pastel on his face. 'Sure, we place a bag filled with tissue, and follow the person back to where he returns too wherever he does, BOOM! We nab him!'
'I'm not so sure about this,'
'Since when have I let you down?'
'Since the day we met?'
'Funny, not go. Put it on,' Irvine tossed a jar of oil pastel to Zell. Zell reached his hand into it and pulled out a large chunk, 'I hope this works.'
'Trust me, it'll work,'
'Damn, now I know it wont,'
Rinoa watched as Kodawaki tied a cast around around Squalls ankle. Squall clenched his teeth as the doctor tightened it.
(Damn she's got a strong arm)
'Will he be okay, doctor,' a very worried Rinoa asked. Kodawaki tightened the last knot and a reassuring smile at Rinoa, 'He'll be all right. Just a Twisted ankle. It'll take at least 2 days before he can move around. In the mean time, he mustn't move,'
'Two days!? I cant wait two days! My sexual urges-' Rinoa clamped her mouth. She coughed, and continued in a classy tone, 'Very well, I'll take care of him,' Rinoa replied. Kodawaki nodded. Rinoa walked her out of the room, and came back with a sad expression.
'Too bad I suppose,' she sat next to him, and gave a buddy like pat to his cast.
'Ow!' Squall cried. He turned to her, 'That hurts,'
'Oops, sorry,' she rested her head on his shoulder, and rubbed his legs. 'So shall we start the as soon as you've healed?'
'Start what?' Squall knew what she meant, but played dumb.
'Sex, of course!'
'Yeah, about that, I wanted to talk to you-'
He was cut off by the arrival of Cid, Quistis, and Nida came in, each with a bouquet of flowers in hand. 'Never a better time,' Squall sighed under his breathe.
(sorry for the late update. I really have no idea at the moment. Writers block)
'Where're you going?' Rinoa stretched her self. The white sheets felt so comfortable. Squall was drying himself with a cloth. 'I,er, have to go meet someone,' Squall lied. Rinoa yawned, 'Hm? I thought we could just sleep in today.'
'Sorry,' Squall sat next to her. 'I'll talk to you later, okay? Duty calls,'
Rinoa frowned cutely, 'Aw, okay than,' she gave him a peck on the cheeks. 'See you later,'
'Yeah, bye,' Squall opened the doors while Rinoa hid under the covers.
Squall shut the door, and leaned against it, relieved. 'Phew,'
For now, he was fine. But he had to find a way to delete that email. 'Maybe I should try asking for her password,' Squall slaps himself on the head, 'Naw, that'd be a little obvious,' He walked along Balamb wondering how to erase it while Rinoa slept soundly.
Zell woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs, 'Yum,' he got off the bed, and went downstairs. His mother was in the kitchen working on breakfast. 'Where're the others, ma?'
Ma Dincht turned around, 'The relatives? They left earlier. I didn't wake you up, thought I'd let you sleep in,'
Zell scratched his head, 'Oh, thanks.'
'Here,' Ma Dincht passed to him a plate, filled with Zell's basic morning needs, 'Yummy, bacon, eggs, and hotdogs.'
After a much satisfying breakfast, Zell decided to go for a walk, ' I'm going out for awhile, mum, be back by lunch time!'
'Okay!'
The roads were filled with snow. Children were playing with it, while parents chattered away on benches. Yup, everything was perfect, except, 'Oh, look at that poor man,'
Zell noticed a pitiful beggar sleeping in the streets, with a white coat covering him, Zell could see that he was shivering. 'Maybe I'd better give the poor man some money,'
He approached the beggar, and kneeled down, 'Here, take this,' he passed a few hundred Gils to the beggar, who gracefully accepted it.
'Thanks Zell, you're a true friend,'
'Irvine?'
'In the flesh, moron,' Irvine got up, and brushed the snow off his coat. 'Now take me home,'
'What happened to you?' Zell gave Irvine a pat on the shoulder.
Irvine ignored him.
'Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, only there was no bed! Haha! Get it? No bed! Hehehe,' Irinve gave Zell a nasty look and walked towards Zells house. When they entered, Ma Dincht was nowhere in sight. 'Ma?' Zell cried. No response.
'Maybe she went out to do some shopping,' Irvine suggested. He leaned against a wall while Zell searched high and low.
Zell shook his head, 'Nah, mom doesn't go shopping at this time. Wait a minute, what's this?' He pointed at a piece of paper neatly folded on their dining table. He picked up the paper and unfolded it.
'What's it say?' Irvine casually tilted his head to one side, signaling Zell to just shut up and read it.
[We know who you are, Zell Dincht. If you wish to see your mother again, get 5 million gil ready in 7 days. Place it in front of the Fire Cavern. If I see anything suspicious, you can forget about ever seeing your mother again. Don't call the police or any one for backup. I mean it.]
'Damn.'
'How the hell am I suppose to get five million gil in a week?' Zell scratched the back of his head. He turned to Irvine. 'Don't give ME that look. I aint got no money with me.' Irvine pulled his pockets inside out, 'See, no gil, 'cept the ones you gave me,'
'Maybe we should call your dad,' said Irvine.
'No, he's in FH fishing with his buddies. Wont be able to come back until at least a week,'
'Bummer,' Irvine sighed, and frowned. If there was only a way to get that much money in such short time. Little of this had they expected.
'So, what now?' Zell asked, his forehead breaking with sweat.
Squall ran ahead of his fellow gym mates. He wanted to run, to escape the fact. He didn't want the burden. The guilt. He felt the wind, born from his running, his rush against the air. He ran harder, not knowing when to stop. He felt dizzy. The vast possibilities of things that could happen. Rinoa could cry. She might leave him. His heart ached at the thought. 'No,' He had to do something. Slowing down, he began to think. There must be a way, a solution to settle this. A way to solve his terrible guilt. For he had done it. Her thinking he wanted to, besides the fact that he did not. He finally stopped at his tracks. A few seconds later a group of people ran past. Leaving him behind. He gazed at the floor.
'Squall!' his coach shouted. The chubby man walked towards him, 'You alright?' He placed whistled at the others, 'Okay boys, that's a rap!" The others puffed in relieve. It had been a tiring hour.
'I'm staying a little longer,' Squall spoke silently under his breathe. He needed to be alone. To think this out. The coach gave him a pat on the back and walked away. After the entire gym was empty, Squall started running again. He was tired, but somehow he felt as if it was the only way he could be calm. To keep running.
(Only cowards run)
'No, I shouldn't try and escape the fact,' he stopped again, feet barely reaching the starting line. 'If Rinoa knew, how should I tell her? Sure I didn't resist when she came, but somehow I think it wasn't me back there, not the real Squall(dammit im talking to myself),' He continued to run again, moderately sppeding up this time. He was now running so fast , he felt like he couldn't stop. A sudden inspiration came to his head like a passing wind.
'I got it! Ooph!' the sudden stop tripped Squall to the ground. He heard a snap, and felt a sharp pain at his ankle, 'Shit,'
'Are you sure it'll work?' Zell asked. Irvine was smearing green oil pastel on his face. 'Sure, we place a bag filled with tissue, and follow the person back to where he returns too wherever he does, BOOM! We nab him!'
'I'm not so sure about this,'
'Since when have I let you down?'
'Since the day we met?'
'Funny, not go. Put it on,' Irvine tossed a jar of oil pastel to Zell. Zell reached his hand into it and pulled out a large chunk, 'I hope this works.'
'Trust me, it'll work,'
'Damn, now I know it wont,'
Rinoa watched as Kodawaki tied a cast around around Squalls ankle. Squall clenched his teeth as the doctor tightened it.
(Damn she's got a strong arm)
'Will he be okay, doctor,' a very worried Rinoa asked. Kodawaki tightened the last knot and a reassuring smile at Rinoa, 'He'll be all right. Just a Twisted ankle. It'll take at least 2 days before he can move around. In the mean time, he mustn't move,'
'Two days!? I cant wait two days! My sexual urges-' Rinoa clamped her mouth. She coughed, and continued in a classy tone, 'Very well, I'll take care of him,' Rinoa replied. Kodawaki nodded. Rinoa walked her out of the room, and came back with a sad expression.
'Too bad I suppose,' she sat next to him, and gave a buddy like pat to his cast.
'Ow!' Squall cried. He turned to her, 'That hurts,'
'Oops, sorry,' she rested her head on his shoulder, and rubbed his legs. 'So shall we start the as soon as you've healed?'
'Start what?' Squall knew what she meant, but played dumb.
'Sex, of course!'
'Yeah, about that, I wanted to talk to you-'
He was cut off by the arrival of Cid, Quistis, and Nida came in, each with a bouquet of flowers in hand. 'Never a better time,' Squall sighed under his breathe.
(sorry for the late update. I really have no idea at the moment. Writers block)
