NOTE: If you're here to primarily read the Squalfie and don't feel like reading the preliminary chapters which focus mostly on Selphie and Squall from individual angles, then I give you the choice to skip to the Part 1 summary before heading straight for Part 2 when the action officially kicks in. ^^
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Hey all, Zen here! ^.^ This is my first ever attempt at writing a public fan fiction, something which I otherwise wouldn't have done if I had never signed up to a FF8 role playing board to play the role of Selphie, (I'm not like her in real life, I can merely imitate her personality =P) set in a post-game storyline. The board died a long time ago, but I've managed to salvage the posts that I created and I shall now attempt to incorporate them into a brand new storyline…
This fic will centre primarily around Squall and Selphie, because I'm fascinated to see how they might be paired together in the line of duty, and what similarities they might share – the other FF8 cast members might appear, but most will not be present for the first part of this story. To Rinoa fans out there, I apologise for omitting the relationship between her and Squall, because I don't trust myself to write impartially on a relationship which I have no real liking for. I might make references to it later however, though not at the present moment. The situations of all the ff8 characters will also eventually be explained.
Apologies if the story moves somewhat slowly at first, there are a couple of things that need to be teased out before the action fully begins…
Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this! ^^
PROLOGUE - Yellow Huntress:
To any onlooker or passer-by, the sight would have appeared to be.... unsettling. Perhaps even faintly amusing, but unsettling all the same. Bunched up against the elaborate framework of the quad entrance, trying to blend into the inscribed designs, the huntress awaited the approaching hunted, poised and as still as a sentinel golem.... albeit, a rather bright and yellow golem, but the huntress hadn't really paid much due attention to her attire. All that mattered was....
Footsteps sounded against the slick tiled
staircase beyond the quad entrance, resounding with an echo that sounded to her
ears like the harbinger of everything she'd ever hoped for.... her cheeks
flushed a rosy red as adrenaline sped through her veins with a thrilling surge,
burning even more intensely through her flesh as the cooling atmosphere of the
Garden blew across her heated skin, and then came the jarring click of heels as
the prey proceeded to stride upon the level ground of the quad corridor,
drawing ever closer to where she stood concealed and watchful. Watchful and
waiting.... soon.... her knees bent into a stance as familiar as an age-old
friend and as smoothly as sluicing water, arms flexing as the muscles bunched
around blood and bone, eyes narrowing to two slit points, calves tensing for
the final spring. The footsteps rang clear and true, so close that she fancied
that she could almost touch them as tangible objects in the air before her. She
steadied herself and balanced her weight evenly upon her toes at a perfect
right angle to the doorway, coiling the tension in her legs to near breakpoint
for maximum expulsion. An inky shadow suddenly lanced across the marble path.
STRIKE!
"Hi there! You know me right?? Well that isn't
really fair is it, hee hee,
you knowing me and me not knowing you and all that but that doesn't really
matter does it?? You look real nice today, you know that? That hair is really really nice, it's a really nice look for you, true to Hyne and all that. So like, wanna
help with the Garden Festival??? It's gonna be
great!! Real fun and all that and....."
The young SeeD novice darted past with reflexes that must have been perfected over a series of similar encounters from previous occasions, babbling incoherent excuses about crippling problems with ingrown toenails and raced away down the main corridor with a myriad of high pitched protests pitched at his back. In the space of a few seconds, he had vanished around the corner.
"Fudge and fiddlesticks!!" Selphie stamped her booted heel against the marble tiles in frustration. Then something occurred to her. "HEY!! No running in the Garden!!" she cried after the intended catch, but by then he was already cowering in a foetal crouch in the corner with the fancy moulding in his designated dorm a good thirty metres away. With a sigh, Selphie picked at a random piece of fluff on the sole of her foot, disguising the disappointment that had wedged itself somewhere between her throat and her gut. Gathering cronies for the second Garden Festival this year was even tougher than the first - what was with everyone nowadays?? Sometimes, it seemed to Selphie that Squall's inclination towards the 'un-fun' side of living was an aspect that had been taken up with uncanny enthusiasm among the SeeDs of Balamb... she rolled her eyes towards the ceiling at the mere notion, and peeled herself away from her designated territorial ground to scope for better hunting luck within the vicinities of Balamb Garden, heels clacking loudly against the tiles as she swung into her bouncing gait...
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Phew! Prologue's outta the way… onto the big stuff now! More Selphie antics in the next chapter, so drink up the happiness before the second chapter hits you hard… O_-