Disclaimer: I do not own Alanis Morset (forgive my spelling!), Final Fantasy VIII, or any of the related characters.

Notes: I have up the outlines for the chapters up to 27 figures out. Yea. Chapters 17, and 18 are going to be especially gruesome. Blood, guts, cannibalism. You get the picture. I'm writing this while I'm on cold medicine. I'm groggy, so pardon my mistakes. Also, if someone knows what, "Fithos, Lusec, Wecos, and Venosec," mean in English, please tell me. I can't find it in any of the online Latin-English dictionaries (I tried Japanese too) (It is supposedly in Latin). Thank you. -Tinsîr.

Chapter 3: It's Like Rain.

Squall stood by the stone pillar in a controlled fury. His mind raced in heated thoughts of revenge, and ending his pain. The lightning cracked as he left the dry patio, and walked into the rain. For a moment he felt safe, and secure when the first few rain drops fell onto him, as if they brought back a long lost memory about his mother. He stood for a moment, and then continued his way to the beach. It was a high tide from the down pour, and debris was piled everywhere. He found a large piece of drift wood, and sat on it.

Squall: *Damn. I'm freezing my ass off. I should go in.but I can't. She'll think it's all better, and sleep with some guy again.. Edea sure has been acting odd lately. Oh, shit. Rinoa must have fucked with Cid too. *

The thought sickened Squall, and it made a terrible kind of sense. Edea almost never acted hostile except when Sorceress Ultimecia possessed her, and she was being plain mean to Cid, and Rinoa. The tide reaches Squall's scuffed leather boots, but his sat in his deep thought position as it finally reached his ankle. He finally noticed, and stood up.

He looked at the bleak southern horizon, where the dark clouds met the churning ocean. He then strolled to the abandoned lighthouse seeking its shelter. The once beautiful lighthouse was now nothing more than a tall, gray structure in desperate need of repair. He remembered what it was like when he was little, the light and Edea always shooing them away from it. He could have sworn he saw the child version of Irvine running in circles after Zell for tattling. Squall only silently chuckled, and opened the door.

Rat feces covered the first floor of the lighthouse, and Squall almost threw up from the stench of drowned rats, and other rank things. He climbed the now crumbling stairs, and finally reached the top. The glass was badly shattered in places, but there were still quite a few dry spots to take shelter in.

Squall: *Well, this isn't the best place to be if the glass breaks from the wind, but it will do. So what if I get another scar? I ..don't care anymore. Do I? Do I even care about anything anymore... That glass. It looks really sharp. I. I could kill myself with it. (he picks it up) No, not yet. She needs to pay for her crimes.. But I. love her..? (He dropped to his knees, and clutched the fragment of glass).. I love her. still.? *

Squall furiously rose, and threw the glass out of a hole in the window. It splashed into the ocean, and a wail was heard from below the lighthouse. Squall looked out the window as the rain poured upon his head. A slender figure dressed in white was disturbed by the glass being thrown, and yelled in a foreign tongue. Squall stood in amazement, and the figure bent down to pick up something. Squall's keen eyes saw that it was the shard of glass he threw, and ran down the stairs.

Squall: *Impossible! That went out at least three hundred yards! *

He tripped as he ran down the flight of stairs, and fell onto a hole in the wall. He saw the pale figure stare up at him, and time stood still. Her golden hair flapped in the wind, and raindrops fell onto her small lips. Time recommenced after she jumped into the ocean.

Squall (rushing down the stairs): *Damn, she must have used stop on me. She'll die in the ocean though. How could anyone be so stupid? *

Squall halted as he came upon the rock the girl once stood. All that remained was a sea shell. He picked it up, and looked at it. Ancient ruins were inscribed on the back, and he placed it in his pants pocket. He stood in shock for a moment, but realized it was freezing. He wandered back to his spot by the stone pillar of the house, and Edea stood waiting for him.

Edea: I guess you figured out why I am so angry, Squall. That look on your face.

Edea went into Squall's muscular arms, and sobbed. She was the only mother he even remotely knew, and her sadness pierced his heart. She wept for a while, and he clutched her tightly. He vowed revenge on Cid for hurting her so badly. He dared not to hurt Rinoa though, for his affection still was hers. He thought of the irony of the whole situation. The one person that he loved, trusted, and cared for was the one person that hurt him.

("Ironic" by Alanis Morset plays in the background)

It's like ra-in on your wedding day.