Nail in my hand from my creator.
Disclaimer: I don't own final fantasy 8.
"This is futile!" Quistis exclaimed.
"Nah, it's a complete and utter waste of time." Irvine replied.
Quistis rolled her icy blue eyes and tried to keep down the scream that was boiling up inside of her.
'Why am I surrounded by total idiots?' Quistis thought to herself.
Squall ran a frustrated hand through his brunette tresses of hair. They'd been searching for about two hours and there was no sign of Selphie or Rinoa.
He'd listened to his friend's mindless ramblings and complaints for hours and it was starting to get old.
'Maybe this was a mistake... was she really worth risking my friend's lives for? We might not even find her, then... what about Selphie?'
Squall started his old habit of staring directly at the ground as he walked. With a slight hunch. It was what he used to do when he was invisible. Popularity wise that is. Until he'd met his cliché, as soon as they'd entered his life he'd climbed up the social ladder till he was a social elitist. But now it seemed as though he was nothing again. Like he was a mistake in existence. The universe accidentally sent him to occupy this body instead of someone else.
"Squall, your chin should be parallel to the ground at all times." Seifer reminded.
He knew, how could he forget? Only losers walked like that. But that's what popularity was, it wasn't who your friends were, it was how you acted, walked, dress even down to what you watched on TV. No wonder Rinoa was oppressed, but he couldn't blame popularity for that. She didn't even have a chance.
"Oh I am so glad about Father Caraway sending us away from that demon hell hole. I feel closer to god already."
Squall's head jerked towards the noise. It was obviously two females... talking about Caraway. This implied that they were part of the cult, which also implied that the cult was near.
Squall turned to the group to see them waiting for his orders or something.
'...k...'
"Well what should we do?" Zell asked.
Squall thought about the question for awhile. He could just go get Rinoa, but what about Selphie? If they ran into trouble they couldn't just abandon her.
"Alright, Zell, Irvine, you two continue on to the avalanche site, search for Selphie. The rest of us will go and break Rinoa out."
Zell found himself breathing a sigh of relief. He really wanted to find Selphie. 'After all, it is my fault that she's even lost.'
Rinoa hummed to herself softly as she hung out another load of washing. She wasn't aware what song she was humming, but she was humming. She felt a pair of cold arms drape around her waist.
'... John...'
"Rinoa, I demand your presence."
"That's funny John, I was under the impression that I was already in it."
John whipped his hands back to his sides and glared at the back of Rinoa's head. He hated the fact that she acted so stupid, so female, all the time.
"As your future husband I demand that we consummate our engagement."
Rinoa dropped her washing basket by her feet in shock. Sex before marriage wasn't even heard of.
"I'm sorry; I just hallucinated, could you please repeat that?"
"As your future husband I demand that we consummate our engagement."
Rinoa spun around to meet his icy glare. His eyes, so filled with hate and anger fighting an invisible battle between Rinoa's naive eyes.
"I apologize John, but I cannot comply with that order. I believe to strongly in my faith to consummate anything before I am wed." 'Why do I feel like I'm immoral? What is wrong with me talking to John?'
"Well, if you won't do it willingly then..."
John made a grab for Rinoa's throat, but in the last second Rinoa raised her arm. Instead of grabbing her neck he grabbed her wrist.
"So you'll rape me?"
John gave her a look that could melt ice.
"Merely taking what is mine. You are my property Rinoa. I wanted a taste of what I could've had every night if it wasn't for the fact that you're to meet your end."
With that John turned and walked away.
Rinoa watched him leave with a detached look upon her face. Like what he'd said didn't affect her. But the sad part was, that it hadn't affected her, for it held a kind of normality that her life had doomed her to.
'Meet my... end?'
Squall, Seifer and Quistis huddled against the side of a fallen tree. They could see the camp quite clearly now, Seifer had claimed to have seen a couple of the "ugly bitches" from school but it wasn't proven yet.
"What the hell are we waiting for? We know that its there cult, how many cults do you think there are in these hills?" Seifer hissed.
"Shhhh. the big kids are trying to talk." Quistis scowled.
"I have no idea how we're going to infiltrate their camp. We'll stick out like dogs balls." Squall sighed.
"Duh, we wait till nightfall. With darkness on our side it won't matter." Seifer whispered.
Quistis tilted her head and rested it on the palm of her hand.
"No I still don't think it'll work. I mean, look at us. I'm wearing bright orange, Seifer's wearing a trench coat and I don't think that fur will be acceptable."
"Oh, and what would you suggest?"
Quistis grinned and pointed at a group of teenagers walking out of the camp. Alone.
Thirty five minutes later.
"And if you squeal one more time." Seifer concluded his sentence by raising his fist to the boy.
"Dude, I can't wear this!" Squall complained.
Quistis stepped out from behind the tree she's got changed behind and grimaced at the clothes.
"When were full length skirts cool? My god child, why oh why did you choose this?" Quistis enquired pointing at the long skirt.
"Oh so you like the blouse?" Seifer sniggered.
The baggy black blouse wasn't exactly what you'd call the sexiest piece of clothing in the world.
"It could be helped; this skirt is too far gone."
Before Quistis could complain about her clothes any further she noticed the clothes they had to wear.
"And umm, Seifer I don't think your in any position to diss what I'm wearing."
Seifer and Squall wore a pair of fitting navy blue pants and a black button up top (I'm sorry I'm not comfortable putting blouse). They'd both tried to make it cool, but failed miserably.
"Can one of you guys braid?" Quistis asked.
Squall and Seifer glanced at each other and shrugged their shoulders.
"What is that like a county in Trabia?" Seifer enquired.
Rinoa walked aimlessly around the camp. Her father had let everyone out whenever they liked at the moment, he said there was no change of sin in this place. She watched the masses weave in and out of each other absently mindedly. She thought about what John had said to her today, about her meeting her end.
'To shuffle off this mortal coil would be a godsend. Lord God, kill me now.' Rinoa thought to herself.
Her secret thoughts at least that's what she called them, neither women nor men were supposed to think such things.
'First my fiancé insists on my rape, and then I'm told that I shall die soon. I wish for the simple life. The one Jesus had in mind when he died for our sins. I don't think he died so that we could be ruled by Caraway the religious dictator.'
Rinoa's thoughts were cut off by the sudden lock of gold that speed past her. It was a man, he had swept back hair. Gel obviously. But they weren't allowed to decorate themselves in such ways.
Squall leant against a pole that was holding one quarter of a tent up with his head bent down. He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked over to see Quistis and Seifer.
"She's over there. Make the nab and lets go. These frigid chicks are freaking me out." Seifer said with a shiver.
It wasn't a shiver of "EW Yuck" It was a "dear god man, lets go its fucking cold." Which it was.
Rinoa noticed a boy following her; she never did like people watching her. So she took a sharp left and ended out behind one of the lines of tents. She was shocked to see him still there when she looked behind her again.
"Is there a problem sir?" Rinoa called out.
The person didn't stop walking, or gave any indication that he was going to till he stopped right in front of Rinoa.
She was slightly nervous now, after what John had said to her. She immediately started facing the ground. She felt uneasy at having a man so close to her. She felt a soft hand reach under her chin and lift it up, so that she could face him.
When she finally got the guts to open her eyes she saw Squall. He was smiling, but not ear to ear, just enough.
Rinoa felt a rush of relief flood over her entire body. She was going to restrain her instincts, but knew that Squall wouldn't persecute her for showing emotion. She latched onto him and buried herself into his jacket.
She felt him playing with her hair as she did so. A trait that she's hated in John, but loved in Squall.
Before Squall could even try to convince Rinoa to leave with him she started ushering him with talking.
"Oh my Gosh Squall. I think they are going to... kill me. And today John tried to rape me, but he didn't call it rape he called it consummating our engagement. And yesterday I saw this man slit his own wrist Squall! He killed himself in front of my father and some sort of make-shift choir! Father called it a sacrifice and..."
"Hmmm, whats this about rape?"
"John said that he wanted to have uhhh..."
"Sex?"
"Yes... that... with me before I met my end."
Squall sighed and bit his bottom lip. He suspected that getting out would be a hell-ova lot harder than getting in.
"Well that sounds like a death threat. Do you wanna go?" Squall asked, 'Great one Leonhart real tactful.'
"Desperately."
*sigh* finally!!!!
Well that's all for today. Cheers for reviewing if you review.
Disclaimer: I don't own final fantasy 8.
"This is futile!" Quistis exclaimed.
"Nah, it's a complete and utter waste of time." Irvine replied.
Quistis rolled her icy blue eyes and tried to keep down the scream that was boiling up inside of her.
'Why am I surrounded by total idiots?' Quistis thought to herself.
Squall ran a frustrated hand through his brunette tresses of hair. They'd been searching for about two hours and there was no sign of Selphie or Rinoa.
He'd listened to his friend's mindless ramblings and complaints for hours and it was starting to get old.
'Maybe this was a mistake... was she really worth risking my friend's lives for? We might not even find her, then... what about Selphie?'
Squall started his old habit of staring directly at the ground as he walked. With a slight hunch. It was what he used to do when he was invisible. Popularity wise that is. Until he'd met his cliché, as soon as they'd entered his life he'd climbed up the social ladder till he was a social elitist. But now it seemed as though he was nothing again. Like he was a mistake in existence. The universe accidentally sent him to occupy this body instead of someone else.
"Squall, your chin should be parallel to the ground at all times." Seifer reminded.
He knew, how could he forget? Only losers walked like that. But that's what popularity was, it wasn't who your friends were, it was how you acted, walked, dress even down to what you watched on TV. No wonder Rinoa was oppressed, but he couldn't blame popularity for that. She didn't even have a chance.
"Oh I am so glad about Father Caraway sending us away from that demon hell hole. I feel closer to god already."
Squall's head jerked towards the noise. It was obviously two females... talking about Caraway. This implied that they were part of the cult, which also implied that the cult was near.
Squall turned to the group to see them waiting for his orders or something.
'...k...'
"Well what should we do?" Zell asked.
Squall thought about the question for awhile. He could just go get Rinoa, but what about Selphie? If they ran into trouble they couldn't just abandon her.
"Alright, Zell, Irvine, you two continue on to the avalanche site, search for Selphie. The rest of us will go and break Rinoa out."
Zell found himself breathing a sigh of relief. He really wanted to find Selphie. 'After all, it is my fault that she's even lost.'
Rinoa hummed to herself softly as she hung out another load of washing. She wasn't aware what song she was humming, but she was humming. She felt a pair of cold arms drape around her waist.
'... John...'
"Rinoa, I demand your presence."
"That's funny John, I was under the impression that I was already in it."
John whipped his hands back to his sides and glared at the back of Rinoa's head. He hated the fact that she acted so stupid, so female, all the time.
"As your future husband I demand that we consummate our engagement."
Rinoa dropped her washing basket by her feet in shock. Sex before marriage wasn't even heard of.
"I'm sorry; I just hallucinated, could you please repeat that?"
"As your future husband I demand that we consummate our engagement."
Rinoa spun around to meet his icy glare. His eyes, so filled with hate and anger fighting an invisible battle between Rinoa's naive eyes.
"I apologize John, but I cannot comply with that order. I believe to strongly in my faith to consummate anything before I am wed." 'Why do I feel like I'm immoral? What is wrong with me talking to John?'
"Well, if you won't do it willingly then..."
John made a grab for Rinoa's throat, but in the last second Rinoa raised her arm. Instead of grabbing her neck he grabbed her wrist.
"So you'll rape me?"
John gave her a look that could melt ice.
"Merely taking what is mine. You are my property Rinoa. I wanted a taste of what I could've had every night if it wasn't for the fact that you're to meet your end."
With that John turned and walked away.
Rinoa watched him leave with a detached look upon her face. Like what he'd said didn't affect her. But the sad part was, that it hadn't affected her, for it held a kind of normality that her life had doomed her to.
'Meet my... end?'
Squall, Seifer and Quistis huddled against the side of a fallen tree. They could see the camp quite clearly now, Seifer had claimed to have seen a couple of the "ugly bitches" from school but it wasn't proven yet.
"What the hell are we waiting for? We know that its there cult, how many cults do you think there are in these hills?" Seifer hissed.
"Shhhh. the big kids are trying to talk." Quistis scowled.
"I have no idea how we're going to infiltrate their camp. We'll stick out like dogs balls." Squall sighed.
"Duh, we wait till nightfall. With darkness on our side it won't matter." Seifer whispered.
Quistis tilted her head and rested it on the palm of her hand.
"No I still don't think it'll work. I mean, look at us. I'm wearing bright orange, Seifer's wearing a trench coat and I don't think that fur will be acceptable."
"Oh, and what would you suggest?"
Quistis grinned and pointed at a group of teenagers walking out of the camp. Alone.
Thirty five minutes later.
"And if you squeal one more time." Seifer concluded his sentence by raising his fist to the boy.
"Dude, I can't wear this!" Squall complained.
Quistis stepped out from behind the tree she's got changed behind and grimaced at the clothes.
"When were full length skirts cool? My god child, why oh why did you choose this?" Quistis enquired pointing at the long skirt.
"Oh so you like the blouse?" Seifer sniggered.
The baggy black blouse wasn't exactly what you'd call the sexiest piece of clothing in the world.
"It could be helped; this skirt is too far gone."
Before Quistis could complain about her clothes any further she noticed the clothes they had to wear.
"And umm, Seifer I don't think your in any position to diss what I'm wearing."
Seifer and Squall wore a pair of fitting navy blue pants and a black button up top (I'm sorry I'm not comfortable putting blouse). They'd both tried to make it cool, but failed miserably.
"Can one of you guys braid?" Quistis asked.
Squall and Seifer glanced at each other and shrugged their shoulders.
"What is that like a county in Trabia?" Seifer enquired.
Rinoa walked aimlessly around the camp. Her father had let everyone out whenever they liked at the moment, he said there was no change of sin in this place. She watched the masses weave in and out of each other absently mindedly. She thought about what John had said to her today, about her meeting her end.
'To shuffle off this mortal coil would be a godsend. Lord God, kill me now.' Rinoa thought to herself.
Her secret thoughts at least that's what she called them, neither women nor men were supposed to think such things.
'First my fiancé insists on my rape, and then I'm told that I shall die soon. I wish for the simple life. The one Jesus had in mind when he died for our sins. I don't think he died so that we could be ruled by Caraway the religious dictator.'
Rinoa's thoughts were cut off by the sudden lock of gold that speed past her. It was a man, he had swept back hair. Gel obviously. But they weren't allowed to decorate themselves in such ways.
Squall leant against a pole that was holding one quarter of a tent up with his head bent down. He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked over to see Quistis and Seifer.
"She's over there. Make the nab and lets go. These frigid chicks are freaking me out." Seifer said with a shiver.
It wasn't a shiver of "EW Yuck" It was a "dear god man, lets go its fucking cold." Which it was.
Rinoa noticed a boy following her; she never did like people watching her. So she took a sharp left and ended out behind one of the lines of tents. She was shocked to see him still there when she looked behind her again.
"Is there a problem sir?" Rinoa called out.
The person didn't stop walking, or gave any indication that he was going to till he stopped right in front of Rinoa.
She was slightly nervous now, after what John had said to her. She immediately started facing the ground. She felt uneasy at having a man so close to her. She felt a soft hand reach under her chin and lift it up, so that she could face him.
When she finally got the guts to open her eyes she saw Squall. He was smiling, but not ear to ear, just enough.
Rinoa felt a rush of relief flood over her entire body. She was going to restrain her instincts, but knew that Squall wouldn't persecute her for showing emotion. She latched onto him and buried herself into his jacket.
She felt him playing with her hair as she did so. A trait that she's hated in John, but loved in Squall.
Before Squall could even try to convince Rinoa to leave with him she started ushering him with talking.
"Oh my Gosh Squall. I think they are going to... kill me. And today John tried to rape me, but he didn't call it rape he called it consummating our engagement. And yesterday I saw this man slit his own wrist Squall! He killed himself in front of my father and some sort of make-shift choir! Father called it a sacrifice and..."
"Hmmm, whats this about rape?"
"John said that he wanted to have uhhh..."
"Sex?"
"Yes... that... with me before I met my end."
Squall sighed and bit his bottom lip. He suspected that getting out would be a hell-ova lot harder than getting in.
"Well that sounds like a death threat. Do you wanna go?" Squall asked, 'Great one Leonhart real tactful.'
"Desperately."
*sigh* finally!!!!
Well that's all for today. Cheers for reviewing if you review.