Prologue
R&R!!! Rinoa is a young teen that is determined to be the world's best skater. She goes through a hard time at home, especially when she meets a mysterious man by the name of 'Squall Leonheart'. Soon her father announces that he would stay with them for a while. Immediately, she has a curiosity about him. However, when one night she stays after school to see her father murdered and Squall no where to be found, that curiosity turns into suspicion. Pretty soon, she discovers more about him than she ever wanted to know. Maybe a little about her self as well..
Chapter 1:
She glided along the thin ice so gracefully. Winter was the best time for her practice. Rinoa practiced so hard. Of course, she had a reason to do this - it was for her mother, Julia Heartilly.
For, Julia Heartilly was just as determined and just as graceful as her daughter. All she had left was her father, and he wasn't really involved in her life, or even cared what was happening in her life. She was kind of a ghost to him. Many people would ask about her, but he didn't say much. She was hurt by his reaction. It didn't even seem like a problem when she brought home low-test scores. Every night and day Rinoa would wonder if it was her fault he treated her like dirt.
As she glided along the thin ice, her skates left marks and scratches wherever she roamed. Although she could cut the ice, she was an angel behind that dark hair. It began to snow, and as she got colder, her skin got paler. With her dark hair, it made her seem sick. Of course, her father didn't care; it was her butler that truly cared about her.
"Rinoa, dear, it's getting cold. Shouldn't you come back in?" asked Gundor, their servant.
Rinoa sighed, "Why? My father doesn't care!" She shouted. For, Rinoa showed much resentment toward her father.
"First of all, Rinoa, do not speak like that! Your father loves you, and is working hard to support you. If he could he would spend all day with you, Dear," Gundor explained.
"Yea, right," Rinoa laughed.
"Come, Dear, I'll fix you some soup," Gundor said.
Rinoa sighed once more before actually doing what Gundor asked her.
Their home was nice and cozy. She had a big mansion, which she had lived in as a child. Since no one came to visit her, though, she was lonely. And with her father always being busy, she really had no one to talk to besides Gundor, who was usually busy cleaning or trying to please her father.
In the living room, there were two small rose couches of various colors of rose pink, green, ivory, and dark blue. It was actually quite fancy in there. The walls were painted a romantic rose color with wallpaper that matched the couches. There was a coffee table that was faced toward the couches, and the floor was of burgundy carpeting. This was Rinoa's favorite room because it reminded her of her mother.
Next to the living room was the family room. It was also quite a lovely room. The couches were small and white. The floor was fine hard wood. This room showed purity and was the only room in the house that would make you feel as if you are in a hospital. Rinoa always was creped out by this room.
Her father's office was next to the kitchen. He usually spent most of his time there. Sometimes he would be so busy he would completely forget Rinoa's birthday, any holiday, and sometimes his own birthday even. This room had to be Rinoa's worst room.
The room, which Rinoa slept, was farther away from her father's office than any of the rooms. She couldn't stand her father, which was probably why Rinoa thought this was the only room for her own protection.
The kitchen was where Gundor would usually be found. He was absolutely a profession at the art of a chef. Rinoa could also be found helping Gundor. She always loved baking foods and learning what kind of food they are. Whenever her father would have guests over, she would help Gundor prepare a fine meal. He appreciated that too.
As they entered the kitchen, Rinoa kicked off her skates and skipped ahead of him. She was constantly happy after ice-skating, yet at the same time upset at her father.
"Oh, Dear, Rinoa, would you please check on your father?" asked Gundor.
"Alright," Rinoa sighed.
Gundor tried so hard to bring together Rinoa and her father. Yet, no matter how hard he tried something would go wrong. He always blamed himself for these happenings. However, it was really Rinoa's father that caused this, because he didn't want to get close or even try to get close to Rinoa. Neither of them understood why. Rinoa just assumed that he just hated her.
"Daddy?" Rinoa asked, hanging in the doorframe.
"Yes?" That was all he ever said. Yes and no.
"Is there anything that you may want?" Rinoa tried so hard to please him. She never could.
"No." His voice was still firm. He didn't ask her if she was all right or if something was wrong. Never.
She left his office, frowning. It upset her that he never spoke as a human being. When he did though, they would always get in a major fight and end as a mess.
"Rinoa, Dear, are you all right?" Gundor asked.
"Yes," she was without expression. He knew something was wrong with Rinoa.
"Dear, why don't you go change for now. When you get back your soup will be ready. I promise," Gundor suggested.
Rinoa nodded, ever so slightly. She dragged herself through the hall. It was cold and dark. She reached her room. It was also cold and dark. It was empty and looked like the kind of room that would belong to a girl just like Rinoa. The window at the end of her room was the coldest window. For it revealed a large tree that stretched into the distance. That tree was covered in snow and shadow all year. It was like her. Alone.
As she reached the washroom located in her room, she reached for a washcloth and turned the faucet for warm water on. She soaked the cloth in warm water and washed her face. After being in the cold frost, she needed something to bring her back.
After the washroom stop, she made her way to her closet and threw on some warmer clothes than her ice skating clothes. She threw on some nice and cozy blue jeans with an ivory turtleneck. Those clothes were the best casual clothes she had, because her father wouldn't nag on her about those clothes.
When she reentered the kitchen, just like Gundor promised, there was a nice hot bowl of soup on the table. However, just like he didn't promise, there was a man about her age in her father's office, talking to her father.
"Gundor," Rinoa whispered, "Who's in Daddy's office?"
"His name is Squall Leonheart. He seems to be a close friend of your father's," Gundor explained.
Rinoa nodded.
Suddenly, he headed their way. They panicked.
"Act like you're minding your own business," Rinoa sid as she pushed Gundor and herself both in the kitchen as this man by the name of 'Squall Leonheart' passed by them.
Once he left, they both let out a sigh of relief.
"Gundor?" called Rinoa's father, Caraway.
"Yes sir?" he asked.
"Can you spare a minute of your time?" Rinoa's father asked.
"Yes sir," he answered.
When he left, Rinoa found a letter on the counter from Squall Leonheart that was unopened. Should she dare to open it? She dares.
She ripped and tore the envelope open, hoping to find some kind of reason why he was there. However, when she looked at the letter, she saw no writing. All that was there was a blank paper. How could you write a letter to have it be untouched?
When there was a sound of steps drawing towards the kitchen, she rushed to put the letter back in the envelope and stuffed it under the stack of papers. Once she was finished, all that was left was the intense beat of her heart and the person that was drawing near.
Before she could hide her fear behind her long black hair, the person walked calmly in. Thank goodness it was just Gundor.
"Oh, Gundor, thank goodness it's just you. You scared me," said Rinoa.
"Rinoa, Dear, please, sit down," Gundor requested.
"Alright," Rinoa said.
She made her way to the rather large table. Then, Rinoa sat down.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Rinoa, this may come as a shock to you, but we have a visitor staying with us for a while," Gundor said.
"It is not a shock," Rinoa said dully.
"Although, Rinoa, Dear, it is not just any person, it is Mr. Squall Leonheart, that young man that came by to see your father," Gundor explained.
"Him? But he is my age! Is he married?" asked Rinoa.
"No. Miss Rinoa, Dear, he's just going to be stying for a bit," said Gundor.
Rinoa replied, "I see."
"Now, come, you must eat your soup," said Gundor. He pushed the soup toward her.
Rinoa sighed. "Thank you, Gundor."
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R&R!!! Rinoa is a young teen that is determined to be the world's best skater. She goes through a hard time at home, especially when she meets a mysterious man by the name of 'Squall Leonheart'. Soon her father announces that he would stay with them for a while. Immediately, she has a curiosity about him. However, when one night she stays after school to see her father murdered and Squall no where to be found, that curiosity turns into suspicion. Pretty soon, she discovers more about him than she ever wanted to know. Maybe a little about her self as well..
Chapter 1:
She glided along the thin ice so gracefully. Winter was the best time for her practice. Rinoa practiced so hard. Of course, she had a reason to do this - it was for her mother, Julia Heartilly.
For, Julia Heartilly was just as determined and just as graceful as her daughter. All she had left was her father, and he wasn't really involved in her life, or even cared what was happening in her life. She was kind of a ghost to him. Many people would ask about her, but he didn't say much. She was hurt by his reaction. It didn't even seem like a problem when she brought home low-test scores. Every night and day Rinoa would wonder if it was her fault he treated her like dirt.
As she glided along the thin ice, her skates left marks and scratches wherever she roamed. Although she could cut the ice, she was an angel behind that dark hair. It began to snow, and as she got colder, her skin got paler. With her dark hair, it made her seem sick. Of course, her father didn't care; it was her butler that truly cared about her.
"Rinoa, dear, it's getting cold. Shouldn't you come back in?" asked Gundor, their servant.
Rinoa sighed, "Why? My father doesn't care!" She shouted. For, Rinoa showed much resentment toward her father.
"First of all, Rinoa, do not speak like that! Your father loves you, and is working hard to support you. If he could he would spend all day with you, Dear," Gundor explained.
"Yea, right," Rinoa laughed.
"Come, Dear, I'll fix you some soup," Gundor said.
Rinoa sighed once more before actually doing what Gundor asked her.
Their home was nice and cozy. She had a big mansion, which she had lived in as a child. Since no one came to visit her, though, she was lonely. And with her father always being busy, she really had no one to talk to besides Gundor, who was usually busy cleaning or trying to please her father.
In the living room, there were two small rose couches of various colors of rose pink, green, ivory, and dark blue. It was actually quite fancy in there. The walls were painted a romantic rose color with wallpaper that matched the couches. There was a coffee table that was faced toward the couches, and the floor was of burgundy carpeting. This was Rinoa's favorite room because it reminded her of her mother.
Next to the living room was the family room. It was also quite a lovely room. The couches were small and white. The floor was fine hard wood. This room showed purity and was the only room in the house that would make you feel as if you are in a hospital. Rinoa always was creped out by this room.
Her father's office was next to the kitchen. He usually spent most of his time there. Sometimes he would be so busy he would completely forget Rinoa's birthday, any holiday, and sometimes his own birthday even. This room had to be Rinoa's worst room.
The room, which Rinoa slept, was farther away from her father's office than any of the rooms. She couldn't stand her father, which was probably why Rinoa thought this was the only room for her own protection.
The kitchen was where Gundor would usually be found. He was absolutely a profession at the art of a chef. Rinoa could also be found helping Gundor. She always loved baking foods and learning what kind of food they are. Whenever her father would have guests over, she would help Gundor prepare a fine meal. He appreciated that too.
As they entered the kitchen, Rinoa kicked off her skates and skipped ahead of him. She was constantly happy after ice-skating, yet at the same time upset at her father.
"Oh, Dear, Rinoa, would you please check on your father?" asked Gundor.
"Alright," Rinoa sighed.
Gundor tried so hard to bring together Rinoa and her father. Yet, no matter how hard he tried something would go wrong. He always blamed himself for these happenings. However, it was really Rinoa's father that caused this, because he didn't want to get close or even try to get close to Rinoa. Neither of them understood why. Rinoa just assumed that he just hated her.
"Daddy?" Rinoa asked, hanging in the doorframe.
"Yes?" That was all he ever said. Yes and no.
"Is there anything that you may want?" Rinoa tried so hard to please him. She never could.
"No." His voice was still firm. He didn't ask her if she was all right or if something was wrong. Never.
She left his office, frowning. It upset her that he never spoke as a human being. When he did though, they would always get in a major fight and end as a mess.
"Rinoa, Dear, are you all right?" Gundor asked.
"Yes," she was without expression. He knew something was wrong with Rinoa.
"Dear, why don't you go change for now. When you get back your soup will be ready. I promise," Gundor suggested.
Rinoa nodded, ever so slightly. She dragged herself through the hall. It was cold and dark. She reached her room. It was also cold and dark. It was empty and looked like the kind of room that would belong to a girl just like Rinoa. The window at the end of her room was the coldest window. For it revealed a large tree that stretched into the distance. That tree was covered in snow and shadow all year. It was like her. Alone.
As she reached the washroom located in her room, she reached for a washcloth and turned the faucet for warm water on. She soaked the cloth in warm water and washed her face. After being in the cold frost, she needed something to bring her back.
After the washroom stop, she made her way to her closet and threw on some warmer clothes than her ice skating clothes. She threw on some nice and cozy blue jeans with an ivory turtleneck. Those clothes were the best casual clothes she had, because her father wouldn't nag on her about those clothes.
When she reentered the kitchen, just like Gundor promised, there was a nice hot bowl of soup on the table. However, just like he didn't promise, there was a man about her age in her father's office, talking to her father.
"Gundor," Rinoa whispered, "Who's in Daddy's office?"
"His name is Squall Leonheart. He seems to be a close friend of your father's," Gundor explained.
Rinoa nodded.
Suddenly, he headed their way. They panicked.
"Act like you're minding your own business," Rinoa sid as she pushed Gundor and herself both in the kitchen as this man by the name of 'Squall Leonheart' passed by them.
Once he left, they both let out a sigh of relief.
"Gundor?" called Rinoa's father, Caraway.
"Yes sir?" he asked.
"Can you spare a minute of your time?" Rinoa's father asked.
"Yes sir," he answered.
When he left, Rinoa found a letter on the counter from Squall Leonheart that was unopened. Should she dare to open it? She dares.
She ripped and tore the envelope open, hoping to find some kind of reason why he was there. However, when she looked at the letter, she saw no writing. All that was there was a blank paper. How could you write a letter to have it be untouched?
When there was a sound of steps drawing towards the kitchen, she rushed to put the letter back in the envelope and stuffed it under the stack of papers. Once she was finished, all that was left was the intense beat of her heart and the person that was drawing near.
Before she could hide her fear behind her long black hair, the person walked calmly in. Thank goodness it was just Gundor.
"Oh, Gundor, thank goodness it's just you. You scared me," said Rinoa.
"Rinoa, Dear, please, sit down," Gundor requested.
"Alright," Rinoa said.
She made her way to the rather large table. Then, Rinoa sat down.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Rinoa, this may come as a shock to you, but we have a visitor staying with us for a while," Gundor said.
"It is not a shock," Rinoa said dully.
"Although, Rinoa, Dear, it is not just any person, it is Mr. Squall Leonheart, that young man that came by to see your father," Gundor explained.
"Him? But he is my age! Is he married?" asked Rinoa.
"No. Miss Rinoa, Dear, he's just going to be stying for a bit," said Gundor.
Rinoa replied, "I see."
"Now, come, you must eat your soup," said Gundor. He pushed the soup toward her.
Rinoa sighed. "Thank you, Gundor."
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