Nail in my hand from my creator.
Beating me down... Disclaimer: I don't own final fantasy 8.
Squall felt tension in the pit of his stomach. He turned his car around and watched Rinoa walk off into the distance. She stopped outside a gate not far down the road took a deep breath and walked inside. Squall watched the gate a little longer than he had meant to and when he came out of his daze he had over a million questions in his head.
Why do I feel like this? What is this feeling?
Ahhh, tis love...
Shut up you! What do you know! Me and her are nothing alike, she's in a fucking cult for gods sake, if I get attached to her then she might be in some sort of mass suicide and then where does that leave me?
Love is in the air, every site and every sound....
WE ARE COMPLETE OPPOSITES!
Then a thought came to Squall that he wasn't even conscious he remembered anymore. It was of when Seifer and Quistis had finally hooked up.
Quistis sat on top of Seifer fighting her erg to plant a kiss on his face. Seifer's arms were wrapped tightly around Quistis in a desperate plea for her to give in to her emotions. Quistis finally came to her senses and slapped Seifer across the face, in return he rolled over so he was on top of Quistis. "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU FIGHTING THIS! You want this more than I do! I'm the sexy smooth guy you want and you're the hardcore bitch I've always dreamed of! WE COMPLETE EACH OTHER..."
Oh my god, that idiot actually came up with something that makes sense. Squall thought.
Finally a horn tooting at Squall brought him completely back and he was able to drive again.
Rinoa cried out as her father grabbed her hair and threw her to the floor. He grabbed another chunk of it and held her head up.
"Come here my children, I want you to see you sister as she really is." Caraway beckoned.
Rinoa clawed at his hands and began begging him to let go, but rage had overcome him.
"Your sister had been frolicking with some boy, this is bad, and what do we do to naughty people?" Caraway said in a scarily insane voice.
"We punish them." The youngest of them whispered.
Caraway nodded, he then pointed at his eldest son, a boy about 14 years old by the name of Zackeria.
"I want you to punish your sister Zackeria. Hit her as hard as you can."
Rinoa felt warm tears sliding down her face and took a short intake of breath. Zack looked at Rinoa sympathetically and punched her in the mouth lightly.
"HARDER!" Caraway screamed.
Again his struck her, he had to repeat this four times before his father was satisfied that it was as hard as he could. Caraway pointed at the youngest now, Charlotte, she was three.
"Show your sister how you feel Charlotte, spit."
Charlotte shook her head and looked innocently up at Caraway.
"I SAID SPIT or you'll be down here with her."
The child spat in Rinoa's face and smiled softly at her, Charlotte's way of apologizing.
"Get out of here. NOW!" Caraway ordered.
The children complied without argument.
"See Rinoa? That's what they think of you, what they all think of you. You're not their sister and they know it, you're a virus. You infested yourself inside my family and now you're trying to suck us dry of all life, but I won't let you." Caraway whispered.
Squall pulled up his driveway and parked his car. He walked up to the front door and opened it.
"And just where have you been?"
Squall cringed at the shrillness of the woman's voice. He turned around to see his mother standing in the doorway of the lounge staring at him angrily.
"I've been ringing your cell phone all night and you haven't answered once. You know I don't mind you out but I like to at least know where you are!"
Squall rolled his eyes and stalked off to his room, on the way he tripped up on one of Laguna's roller skates lying in the middle of the stair case.
"God damn it Dad! Pick your shit up!" Squall shrieked.
Rinoa was hurled out her front door and onto the street. She landed on the pavement beside her house. She grabbed her letter box and hoisted herself up.
"Come out my family. There is something you all must see."
Out of all the houses, obediently came the residents.
"This here is the face of sin." Caraway continued while pointing at Rinoa.
Rinoa cringed at the faces she was getting; they all started staring at her like she was the devil himself.
"Rinoa has been caught socializing with males neither from our sect, made worse by the fact that she in engaged! She has made herself out to be a whore and is tarnishing the good name of our family. Never forget what we stand for and let this be a lesson to you all. Outsiders cause filth, filth is not allowed in this sect."
Caraway walked up to Rinoa and grabbed her arm in a vise like grip and hauled her inside.
"Get to your room, Satan's slut!"
Rinoa lay on her bed in her room that she shared with the three other females of the family. Their room was pretty basic, white wallpaper, four single beds and three dressers. The youngest had a handmade toy hidden under her bed, they weren't allowed such distractions. She heard a sort knock on the door and allowed them entrance.
"Rinoa what did you do?" her sister Teresa, age 8, quivered.
"Nothing, just ignore Father; he just took things out of hand." Rinoa replied.
"Father told us that we weren't to speak to you." Teresa continued.
"Well maybe you should listen to him." Rinoa said irately.
The other two sisters weren't talking to her. They all lived in fear of their father; he just seemed to be this intangible figure that had to be listened to. Teresa was always a little bit rebellious and had often copped a beating for it.
"Yeah Teresa, your ganna get us in a lot of trouble!" one of the other sisters cried.
Teresa glared at them and continued, "You had to have done something really bad."
Rinoa just ignored her and rolled over to face the wall. Before she knew it she found herself thinking about Squall.
I wonder what he's doing... I wish I was with him... that kiss... it felt so... right...
The next day, FRIDAY...
Rinoa looked at her reflection in a car window as she passed it on her way to school. Her usual 'friends' that accompanied her to school were walking 100 meters behind her, in fear she guessed. On her cheek was a nice little shiner from her little brother and her lip was slightly split.
He can hit, I'll give him that.
She saw the school getting closer and closer, nearly immediately she felt a smile come over her face, Squall was at school.
She cut through the parking lot and noticed all their cars lined up together, they were all here, which made her smile even more. People started to give her funny looks; no one smiled that much in the morning, especially that "Ugly bitch".
Squall locked his car and headed towards the main doors of the school, he was a bit late this morning but he wasn't overly concerned about it. He was usually early anyway. He heard someone mutter something about and "Ugly bitch" and turned around to see Rinoa walking through the car park.
"Rinoa!" he yelled loudly.
"Who the fucks Rinoa?" some random kid cried out.
Squall rolled his eyes and yelled again, assuming that she hadn't heard him. But she just kept on walking, as if he wasn't even there.
... Snob...
Lunch Period...
Squall played with his food in a state of waking unconsciousness. In other words he was daydreaming. All day he hadn't been able to talk to Rinoa once. And apparently she'd ignored all the others as well as him.
"I say we go and confront the bitch. How dare she just walk right past as if she hadn't seen us!" Seifer exclaimed.
Quistis rolled her eyes in perfect grace and rested her head in the palm of her hand.
"That won't work. If she's dead set on ignoring us then let her. No loss to me." Quistis replied.
Quisty! How can you be so mean?" Selphie whispered, like it was a big secret.
"HEY!" Zell yelled suddenly attracting the attention of nearly everyone in the room, "Why don't we just go to her house? If we confront her at home then she might see how much we care!"
"Oh yeah Zell. Isn't that just the best idea! Fuck you're a faggot!" Seifer snarled.
"Yeah, way to go Zell!" Selphie agreed.
"Now now children it's not Zell's fault that he's retarded." Irvine laughed.
"Here's a novel idea, why don't we leave her alone. She knows what she's missing, and it's her decision." Quistis said quietly.
"WHAT ARE YOU GUYS? NUTS?" Squall suddenly burst out.
"... K..." Seifer muttered.
"She's got no idea what she's missing. Its like she's in the parallel universe and no matter what we do she'll never see."
"Uhhh, dude. We've been trying for about a day. You can't expect to see immediate results. Give it time; if you want something bad enough it'll happen." Irvine said in an unnatural wave of knowledge.
Squall threw his bag in the backseat of his car and sat down in the driver's seat. He watched for awhile, all the other students walk past, clutching their books as if someone might steal them. By the end of it he was almost damn sure that there was a book-thief on the loose, not that he would've minded someone stealing all his books. Then she walked past. As she inevitably had to. Finally, after trying to all day, he locked eyes with her. She continued to walk while staring at him. He was scowling, but his eyes told a different story. He was confused.
Whats that on her cheek? Is that some dirt... dirty bitch... hey, that shit aint dirt! Squall thought as he watched her go.
Immediate acting needed to take place.
Right I need to find out who the fiancé is...
This chapter took me about two-three days to write, and I've come to a conclusion. The next chapter might be more of an exclusive into Squall and Rinoa's lives. Rinoa's life isn't hard enough for my ideas to work and Squall's life isn't, well it just isn't. Shock... horror... gasp! I actually have ideas for what I'm doing with this story. Rinoa's life's about to get *censored* up!!!!
It's cool if you review. It's cool if you don't...
Beating me down... Disclaimer: I don't own final fantasy 8.
Squall felt tension in the pit of his stomach. He turned his car around and watched Rinoa walk off into the distance. She stopped outside a gate not far down the road took a deep breath and walked inside. Squall watched the gate a little longer than he had meant to and when he came out of his daze he had over a million questions in his head.
Why do I feel like this? What is this feeling?
Ahhh, tis love...
Shut up you! What do you know! Me and her are nothing alike, she's in a fucking cult for gods sake, if I get attached to her then she might be in some sort of mass suicide and then where does that leave me?
Love is in the air, every site and every sound....
WE ARE COMPLETE OPPOSITES!
Then a thought came to Squall that he wasn't even conscious he remembered anymore. It was of when Seifer and Quistis had finally hooked up.
Quistis sat on top of Seifer fighting her erg to plant a kiss on his face. Seifer's arms were wrapped tightly around Quistis in a desperate plea for her to give in to her emotions. Quistis finally came to her senses and slapped Seifer across the face, in return he rolled over so he was on top of Quistis. "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU FIGHTING THIS! You want this more than I do! I'm the sexy smooth guy you want and you're the hardcore bitch I've always dreamed of! WE COMPLETE EACH OTHER..."
Oh my god, that idiot actually came up with something that makes sense. Squall thought.
Finally a horn tooting at Squall brought him completely back and he was able to drive again.
Rinoa cried out as her father grabbed her hair and threw her to the floor. He grabbed another chunk of it and held her head up.
"Come here my children, I want you to see you sister as she really is." Caraway beckoned.
Rinoa clawed at his hands and began begging him to let go, but rage had overcome him.
"Your sister had been frolicking with some boy, this is bad, and what do we do to naughty people?" Caraway said in a scarily insane voice.
"We punish them." The youngest of them whispered.
Caraway nodded, he then pointed at his eldest son, a boy about 14 years old by the name of Zackeria.
"I want you to punish your sister Zackeria. Hit her as hard as you can."
Rinoa felt warm tears sliding down her face and took a short intake of breath. Zack looked at Rinoa sympathetically and punched her in the mouth lightly.
"HARDER!" Caraway screamed.
Again his struck her, he had to repeat this four times before his father was satisfied that it was as hard as he could. Caraway pointed at the youngest now, Charlotte, she was three.
"Show your sister how you feel Charlotte, spit."
Charlotte shook her head and looked innocently up at Caraway.
"I SAID SPIT or you'll be down here with her."
The child spat in Rinoa's face and smiled softly at her, Charlotte's way of apologizing.
"Get out of here. NOW!" Caraway ordered.
The children complied without argument.
"See Rinoa? That's what they think of you, what they all think of you. You're not their sister and they know it, you're a virus. You infested yourself inside my family and now you're trying to suck us dry of all life, but I won't let you." Caraway whispered.
Squall pulled up his driveway and parked his car. He walked up to the front door and opened it.
"And just where have you been?"
Squall cringed at the shrillness of the woman's voice. He turned around to see his mother standing in the doorway of the lounge staring at him angrily.
"I've been ringing your cell phone all night and you haven't answered once. You know I don't mind you out but I like to at least know where you are!"
Squall rolled his eyes and stalked off to his room, on the way he tripped up on one of Laguna's roller skates lying in the middle of the stair case.
"God damn it Dad! Pick your shit up!" Squall shrieked.
Rinoa was hurled out her front door and onto the street. She landed on the pavement beside her house. She grabbed her letter box and hoisted herself up.
"Come out my family. There is something you all must see."
Out of all the houses, obediently came the residents.
"This here is the face of sin." Caraway continued while pointing at Rinoa.
Rinoa cringed at the faces she was getting; they all started staring at her like she was the devil himself.
"Rinoa has been caught socializing with males neither from our sect, made worse by the fact that she in engaged! She has made herself out to be a whore and is tarnishing the good name of our family. Never forget what we stand for and let this be a lesson to you all. Outsiders cause filth, filth is not allowed in this sect."
Caraway walked up to Rinoa and grabbed her arm in a vise like grip and hauled her inside.
"Get to your room, Satan's slut!"
Rinoa lay on her bed in her room that she shared with the three other females of the family. Their room was pretty basic, white wallpaper, four single beds and three dressers. The youngest had a handmade toy hidden under her bed, they weren't allowed such distractions. She heard a sort knock on the door and allowed them entrance.
"Rinoa what did you do?" her sister Teresa, age 8, quivered.
"Nothing, just ignore Father; he just took things out of hand." Rinoa replied.
"Father told us that we weren't to speak to you." Teresa continued.
"Well maybe you should listen to him." Rinoa said irately.
The other two sisters weren't talking to her. They all lived in fear of their father; he just seemed to be this intangible figure that had to be listened to. Teresa was always a little bit rebellious and had often copped a beating for it.
"Yeah Teresa, your ganna get us in a lot of trouble!" one of the other sisters cried.
Teresa glared at them and continued, "You had to have done something really bad."
Rinoa just ignored her and rolled over to face the wall. Before she knew it she found herself thinking about Squall.
I wonder what he's doing... I wish I was with him... that kiss... it felt so... right...
The next day, FRIDAY...
Rinoa looked at her reflection in a car window as she passed it on her way to school. Her usual 'friends' that accompanied her to school were walking 100 meters behind her, in fear she guessed. On her cheek was a nice little shiner from her little brother and her lip was slightly split.
He can hit, I'll give him that.
She saw the school getting closer and closer, nearly immediately she felt a smile come over her face, Squall was at school.
She cut through the parking lot and noticed all their cars lined up together, they were all here, which made her smile even more. People started to give her funny looks; no one smiled that much in the morning, especially that "Ugly bitch".
Squall locked his car and headed towards the main doors of the school, he was a bit late this morning but he wasn't overly concerned about it. He was usually early anyway. He heard someone mutter something about and "Ugly bitch" and turned around to see Rinoa walking through the car park.
"Rinoa!" he yelled loudly.
"Who the fucks Rinoa?" some random kid cried out.
Squall rolled his eyes and yelled again, assuming that she hadn't heard him. But she just kept on walking, as if he wasn't even there.
... Snob...
Lunch Period...
Squall played with his food in a state of waking unconsciousness. In other words he was daydreaming. All day he hadn't been able to talk to Rinoa once. And apparently she'd ignored all the others as well as him.
"I say we go and confront the bitch. How dare she just walk right past as if she hadn't seen us!" Seifer exclaimed.
Quistis rolled her eyes in perfect grace and rested her head in the palm of her hand.
"That won't work. If she's dead set on ignoring us then let her. No loss to me." Quistis replied.
Quisty! How can you be so mean?" Selphie whispered, like it was a big secret.
"HEY!" Zell yelled suddenly attracting the attention of nearly everyone in the room, "Why don't we just go to her house? If we confront her at home then she might see how much we care!"
"Oh yeah Zell. Isn't that just the best idea! Fuck you're a faggot!" Seifer snarled.
"Yeah, way to go Zell!" Selphie agreed.
"Now now children it's not Zell's fault that he's retarded." Irvine laughed.
"Here's a novel idea, why don't we leave her alone. She knows what she's missing, and it's her decision." Quistis said quietly.
"WHAT ARE YOU GUYS? NUTS?" Squall suddenly burst out.
"... K..." Seifer muttered.
"She's got no idea what she's missing. Its like she's in the parallel universe and no matter what we do she'll never see."
"Uhhh, dude. We've been trying for about a day. You can't expect to see immediate results. Give it time; if you want something bad enough it'll happen." Irvine said in an unnatural wave of knowledge.
Squall threw his bag in the backseat of his car and sat down in the driver's seat. He watched for awhile, all the other students walk past, clutching their books as if someone might steal them. By the end of it he was almost damn sure that there was a book-thief on the loose, not that he would've minded someone stealing all his books. Then she walked past. As she inevitably had to. Finally, after trying to all day, he locked eyes with her. She continued to walk while staring at him. He was scowling, but his eyes told a different story. He was confused.
Whats that on her cheek? Is that some dirt... dirty bitch... hey, that shit aint dirt! Squall thought as he watched her go.
Immediate acting needed to take place.
Right I need to find out who the fiancé is...
This chapter took me about two-three days to write, and I've come to a conclusion. The next chapter might be more of an exclusive into Squall and Rinoa's lives. Rinoa's life isn't hard enough for my ideas to work and Squall's life isn't, well it just isn't. Shock... horror... gasp! I actually have ideas for what I'm doing with this story. Rinoa's life's about to get *censored* up!!!!
It's cool if you review. It's cool if you don't...