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~*Chapter 2: Welcome*~
When Rinoa was finished with her soup, she helped Gundor with dinner. Her father, Caraway, was mildly pleased with the choice of food. All was well, until dinner conversation.
"So, Daddy, who was that man who came to visit you today?" Rinoa asked.
Her father almost choked on his food by the mention of the visitor. This concerned Rinoa.
"Oh, that young man is a.friend of mine," he said.
When he spoke, he gave Rinoa an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"What kind of friend father?" Rinoa had grown not to trust him. It usually meant bad news when he said that.
"Rinoa, Dear, you haven't touched your food," said Gundor, trying to change the subject.
"I had enough when you gave me the soup, Gundor," Rinoa answered firmly to Gundor. She turned her head back to her father. "Is he really going to stay with us?" Rinoa asked.
"Why, yes, Rinoa," his tone was different. Soft. It spooked Rinoa.
Rinoa could feel a tear forming in the corner of her eye. She felt hurt and upset whenever Caraway did things like this. It reminded Rinoa of her 13th birthday. All she wanted was a small family party. However, her father turned the party into a big fuss with everyone they knew invited.
"May I be excused?" Rinoa asked, keeping her head down.
Before he could even answer, she removed herself from the chair and ran to the upstairs into the guest room. It was where she needed to be then. Because that room belonged to her Grandmother Jodie before she died.
She locked the door so no one could come in. Then, with silence filling the room, she cried. She cried so hard, so much, that she was completely unaware when she blacked out.
When she awoke, there was a bitterly bright light shining through the circular window just above the bed. It was too bright for her, so she turned her back.. Right when she thought all was peaceful, there was a disturbing knock on the door. Then a loud voice. And she knew who it was.
"Rinoa, Dear, open up! Mr. Squall Leonheart is almost here!" It was Gundor.
She stretched before she actually did get up. Then, when she opened the door, Gundor busted open.
"Oh, my, Rinoa, Dear, you slept in here?" Gundor asked. "It's rather chilly. Don't you think?"
I chuckled. Then, I replied, "No, I was fine.
"Oh, Rinoa, Dear, you must hurry to get dressed. Your father is rather in a rush," Gundor said.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"Oh, it's quite all right, Rinoa, Dear," Gundor said. "Now, why don't you get dressed." He handed Rinoa a dress. It wasn't fancy, but it wasn't. too dreadful. Actually, it was just right. The dress was a stormy light blue color, which was her favorite color.
She excused herself to get ready for the guest. It took her an hour to complete her quest for a good first impression. By the time she was finished, Squall had already arrived. Rinoa came down wearing the casual stormy light blue dress that rose a few inches above her knees, with a silver necklace with a silver heart at the end of the chain. The shoes she wore were casual as well. They were black slip-ons.
When she made her way into the room, which they were in, Squall stared at her with amazement. He hadn't seen such a beauty before. He loved the way she spoke. Soft, yet rough. He also found much of an appeal to her looks. She had wild hair that was a combination of all black, except three strips on each side that were brown streaks. All of her hair was clipped in a small black clip, It was like Romeo and Juliet. Absolute magic! And her eyes! They were so dark and strange, they could see through your soul deep enough to pierce it. He was impressed by how well he dress looked so plain, yet on her it looked so elegant. It was like magic.
"Hello, everyone," she said, standing up straight.
When her father saw the way Squall was staring at her, he gave a cold look to him, which made him stop.
"Squall, this is my daughter, Rinoa," said Caraway.
She was surprised when he didn't say anything. All he did was tip his head. She decided she was going to make him speak. Just then, Rinoa took a seat next to him.
"Hi, I'm Rinoa," she said, smiling. "What's your name?"
"."Once again he was blank of words. It annoyed her.
"So, umm, where'd ya come from, Squall, is that right?" she asked in doubt.
Her father nodded.
"."Still.
"Okay." Before she could continue, her father interrupted.
"Rinoa, why don't you help Gundor with the drinks?" asked Caraway.
"Yes, sir," Rinoa said. She walked out of the kitchen doors. However, she just pretended to leave. Instead, she stayed behind the kitchen door to listen in on their conversation.
"So, is she always like that?" she heard an unknown voice. That must've been Squall. Man, he wasn't too bad himself, she thought.
"She is." Before her father continued, he made a noise that sounded as if he was coming to the door.
Rinoa heard these noises and ran away to the nearest place she could find - her father's office. She stayed there for about five minutes. Then, before she was going to leave, she saw a letter that was addressed to Squall Leonheart. She sat in her father's chair. Then, slowly and carefully, she slipped the letter off the desk, and then started reading.
Dear Mr. Leonheart,
I have heard of your services.
Rinoa paused. What services? she thought. She continued.
Is what I have heard true? Are you really the best out there? If it is, then I have a job for you. I wish for you.
Before she could continue, there was a knock on the door. There, before her, stood Gundor.
"Rinoa, Dear, I don't think I'll be in there," said Gundor.
"Right," Rinoa laughed nervously.
"Come, Rinoa, Dear," Gundor said, rolling his eyes.
"Yes, Gundor," Rinoa answered. She got up and followed Gundor.
"Ah, Rinoa, we thought we lost you," her father joked. She could barely believe her ears. A Joke!
Rinoa blushed.
"Why don't you show Mr. Leonheart to his room?" Caraway suggested.
"Yes, sir," Rinoa nodded.
Squall got up from his seat and followed Rinoa the whole way. First they went out the kitchen door, and then through the hall, which was very haunting to him because of the many golden and marble angel and lion statues and the dark red carpet. But for the people living there, it was quite the usual. Once they were passed the hall, it was up the stairs. They too were odd, because everything seemed cold and unusual. Rinoa saw this discomfort and hoped that then he would speak.
"Don't worry. They're just for show," she said.
Still. Silent.
"So, what do you think of my dad? He can be a real something, huh?" Rinoa said.
STILL. SILENT.
With the headache Rinoa was getting, she couldn't speak any longer.
The rest of the minutes that passed were quite silent, and peculiar. Different from the way it usually was. Then, when they finally arrived, it was hard for Rinoa to say, "Here's your room", because that was her grandmother's room. So instead he just said, "There it is."
He nodded.
Before she could leave, she heard something come from his room. She turned around.
"What?" she asked.
"Thank you, Rinoa," he whispered.
She nodded and smiled. Maybe having this 'Squall Leonheart' guy staying with them wasn't such a bad idea after all. Maybe, it could even lead to a good idea. Who knows what'll happen now that he was staying with them. All she could do was wait. Wait for an answer. Do things get better or worse now that he's staying? Will things be changed? Will they remain the same? Who knows?
Without another thought, she made her way downstairs to change her dress and prepare for ice-skating today.
So what'd ya'll think of that? Good? Bad? Read & Review! Thank you! I'll try to come up with the next chapter fast
~*Chapter 2: Welcome*~
When Rinoa was finished with her soup, she helped Gundor with dinner. Her father, Caraway, was mildly pleased with the choice of food. All was well, until dinner conversation.
"So, Daddy, who was that man who came to visit you today?" Rinoa asked.
Her father almost choked on his food by the mention of the visitor. This concerned Rinoa.
"Oh, that young man is a.friend of mine," he said.
When he spoke, he gave Rinoa an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"What kind of friend father?" Rinoa had grown not to trust him. It usually meant bad news when he said that.
"Rinoa, Dear, you haven't touched your food," said Gundor, trying to change the subject.
"I had enough when you gave me the soup, Gundor," Rinoa answered firmly to Gundor. She turned her head back to her father. "Is he really going to stay with us?" Rinoa asked.
"Why, yes, Rinoa," his tone was different. Soft. It spooked Rinoa.
Rinoa could feel a tear forming in the corner of her eye. She felt hurt and upset whenever Caraway did things like this. It reminded Rinoa of her 13th birthday. All she wanted was a small family party. However, her father turned the party into a big fuss with everyone they knew invited.
"May I be excused?" Rinoa asked, keeping her head down.
Before he could even answer, she removed herself from the chair and ran to the upstairs into the guest room. It was where she needed to be then. Because that room belonged to her Grandmother Jodie before she died.
She locked the door so no one could come in. Then, with silence filling the room, she cried. She cried so hard, so much, that she was completely unaware when she blacked out.
When she awoke, there was a bitterly bright light shining through the circular window just above the bed. It was too bright for her, so she turned her back.. Right when she thought all was peaceful, there was a disturbing knock on the door. Then a loud voice. And she knew who it was.
"Rinoa, Dear, open up! Mr. Squall Leonheart is almost here!" It was Gundor.
She stretched before she actually did get up. Then, when she opened the door, Gundor busted open.
"Oh, my, Rinoa, Dear, you slept in here?" Gundor asked. "It's rather chilly. Don't you think?"
I chuckled. Then, I replied, "No, I was fine.
"Oh, Rinoa, Dear, you must hurry to get dressed. Your father is rather in a rush," Gundor said.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"Oh, it's quite all right, Rinoa, Dear," Gundor said. "Now, why don't you get dressed." He handed Rinoa a dress. It wasn't fancy, but it wasn't. too dreadful. Actually, it was just right. The dress was a stormy light blue color, which was her favorite color.
She excused herself to get ready for the guest. It took her an hour to complete her quest for a good first impression. By the time she was finished, Squall had already arrived. Rinoa came down wearing the casual stormy light blue dress that rose a few inches above her knees, with a silver necklace with a silver heart at the end of the chain. The shoes she wore were casual as well. They were black slip-ons.
When she made her way into the room, which they were in, Squall stared at her with amazement. He hadn't seen such a beauty before. He loved the way she spoke. Soft, yet rough. He also found much of an appeal to her looks. She had wild hair that was a combination of all black, except three strips on each side that were brown streaks. All of her hair was clipped in a small black clip, It was like Romeo and Juliet. Absolute magic! And her eyes! They were so dark and strange, they could see through your soul deep enough to pierce it. He was impressed by how well he dress looked so plain, yet on her it looked so elegant. It was like magic.
"Hello, everyone," she said, standing up straight.
When her father saw the way Squall was staring at her, he gave a cold look to him, which made him stop.
"Squall, this is my daughter, Rinoa," said Caraway.
She was surprised when he didn't say anything. All he did was tip his head. She decided she was going to make him speak. Just then, Rinoa took a seat next to him.
"Hi, I'm Rinoa," she said, smiling. "What's your name?"
"."Once again he was blank of words. It annoyed her.
"So, umm, where'd ya come from, Squall, is that right?" she asked in doubt.
Her father nodded.
"."Still.
"Okay." Before she could continue, her father interrupted.
"Rinoa, why don't you help Gundor with the drinks?" asked Caraway.
"Yes, sir," Rinoa said. She walked out of the kitchen doors. However, she just pretended to leave. Instead, she stayed behind the kitchen door to listen in on their conversation.
"So, is she always like that?" she heard an unknown voice. That must've been Squall. Man, he wasn't too bad himself, she thought.
"She is." Before her father continued, he made a noise that sounded as if he was coming to the door.
Rinoa heard these noises and ran away to the nearest place she could find - her father's office. She stayed there for about five minutes. Then, before she was going to leave, she saw a letter that was addressed to Squall Leonheart. She sat in her father's chair. Then, slowly and carefully, she slipped the letter off the desk, and then started reading.
Dear Mr. Leonheart,
I have heard of your services.
Rinoa paused. What services? she thought. She continued.
Is what I have heard true? Are you really the best out there? If it is, then I have a job for you. I wish for you.
Before she could continue, there was a knock on the door. There, before her, stood Gundor.
"Rinoa, Dear, I don't think I'll be in there," said Gundor.
"Right," Rinoa laughed nervously.
"Come, Rinoa, Dear," Gundor said, rolling his eyes.
"Yes, Gundor," Rinoa answered. She got up and followed Gundor.
"Ah, Rinoa, we thought we lost you," her father joked. She could barely believe her ears. A Joke!
Rinoa blushed.
"Why don't you show Mr. Leonheart to his room?" Caraway suggested.
"Yes, sir," Rinoa nodded.
Squall got up from his seat and followed Rinoa the whole way. First they went out the kitchen door, and then through the hall, which was very haunting to him because of the many golden and marble angel and lion statues and the dark red carpet. But for the people living there, it was quite the usual. Once they were passed the hall, it was up the stairs. They too were odd, because everything seemed cold and unusual. Rinoa saw this discomfort and hoped that then he would speak.
"Don't worry. They're just for show," she said.
Still. Silent.
"So, what do you think of my dad? He can be a real something, huh?" Rinoa said.
STILL. SILENT.
With the headache Rinoa was getting, she couldn't speak any longer.
The rest of the minutes that passed were quite silent, and peculiar. Different from the way it usually was. Then, when they finally arrived, it was hard for Rinoa to say, "Here's your room", because that was her grandmother's room. So instead he just said, "There it is."
He nodded.
Before she could leave, she heard something come from his room. She turned around.
"What?" she asked.
"Thank you, Rinoa," he whispered.
She nodded and smiled. Maybe having this 'Squall Leonheart' guy staying with them wasn't such a bad idea after all. Maybe, it could even lead to a good idea. Who knows what'll happen now that he was staying with them. All she could do was wait. Wait for an answer. Do things get better or worse now that he's staying? Will things be changed? Will they remain the same? Who knows?
Without another thought, she made her way downstairs to change her dress and prepare for ice-skating today.
So what'd ya'll think of that? Good? Bad? Read & Review! Thank you! I'll try to come up with the next chapter fast