Disclaimer: I don't own final fantasy 8 and all its contents. Any names
seen in this story that might resemble the name of a certain Disney star is
purely coincidental
(a story that just builds itself as I write. I'm not even sure what ff this is gonna be. By the way, all the placed and locations are based on the game, so I wont waste time writing scenery location that much, since players of the game should know the place well.)
"500 GIL," the shopkeeper said. His face was turning red with annoyance, "That's my final answer." The old man was round and with a white moustache. He wore clothes that resembled Headmaster Cid.
Squall sighed, "I've only got 400. Surely a hundred GIL isn't much of a difference?"
"Young man!" the shopkeeper shouted, stern as he was. "A gunblade crafted in the Revolver-series is worth at least 900 GIL," he pointed to the price tag. "I've already went below my profit by offering such a low price!"
The shop door opened, ringing a little bell above it. Squall stepped out of the Weapon Shop, disappointed. He really wanted one. A Revolver Gunblade would surely make things easier for passing the Primary Field Test. The custom Gunblades given out by Garden felt like nothing more than gun handles with knifes glued onto it. Plus he had to top Seifer's newly bought Maverick.
Ever since he started using it, Seifer has been the top in his class, leaving Squall as second best. The thought of Seifer beating him really sucked. But with the Revolver, he would surely excel further then his rival.
"Next bus to Garden! Leaving in 2 minutes!" the bus-conductor shouted. Hesitating, Squall entered the bus. He would try and buy the Revolver another day. As the bus drove out of Balamb, and the great green grasses of the Balamb region surrounded the entire bus, Squall wondered how long 'another day' would be.
"Gah!" Squall dashed towards a classmate, Gunblade up raised high. She was slightly smaller then him, though around the same age. Her face could not be seen, both of them having safety masks on.
Parrying Squall's attack with her two daggers, she jumps backwards. With great speed, she makes it her turn to attack. A swift back-way stab forces Squall to block with his gunblade.
A blast of a whistle ends their dual. Squall lowered his gunblade while the girl withdrawed her daggers. "That's about it for today," said Instructor Java. He tossed two towels at them, "A little more maneuver practice and you guys have got it made," he commented.
"Thanks," the girl spoke. She took off her mask, letting her beautiful blonde hair loose. She was Squall's girlfriend, Hillary. Her pretty blue round eyes brought the un-talkative loner to do any of her bidding.
"You're still better then me," Squall said, trying to be humble. He wiped the sweat off and passed the towel back to Instructor Java.
"Well," Java placed his arm around their shoulders, "you better get off to bed now. Field Practice is tomorrow. It's essential for you to have enough rest to absorb everything you can learn from it. Now, off you go."
The two of them left the gymnasium. Garden was quiet not a trace of movement could be seen, besides the fish-fountain in the middle and their footsteps echoing in the silence. Their walk to the dormitory was rather plain, not a single word was said. They reached a corridor.
"Well, here's my stop." Hillary pointed. Both of them just stood still. It felt awkward, only the two of them in the middle of the night. Squall felt like kissing her. Her lips were like a magnet, drawing him closer. He can hear her breathing heavily. She must have felt the same too. He stared into her eyes. She looked back. It was marvelous, just looking at her eye to eye. With a sudden urge, he grabbed hold of her waist, and kissed her on the lip. Surprised at his own actions, Squall tore off. He looked at Hillary's stunned face. She hadn't expected it. Just as Squall thought she might've given him a hard slap, Hillary leaped into his arms and placed her lips at his. Squall gave in. He didn't care whether he was too young at 13, or what the Garden rules say. He knows he loves this girl, and god-damn it feels so good. She broke it off, and stared into his eyes. The same feeling passed by Squall again. Looking at her eyes, it was the best ecstasy in the entire world. Squall was disappointed when she took her eyes off his. But what she did instead was far better. She held on tightly to him, and rested her head against his chest. He could feel her warm breath.
"Don't ever leave me."
Squall stroked her hair, "Never."
The two had met in Balamb Garden since their first day there. Hillary was from a Trabia Orphanage, while Squall came from Edea's.
All the new students in Balamb, mainly 8 years old, were gathered in the cafeteria. Headmaster Cid was sitting at a table together with some Garden Faculties. Squall and the other bunch of 8 year olds stood quietly, not knowing what was going on. Where is this place? Will they see their friends again? Only a few knew, but kept it to themselves. A chubby boy started to cry, followed by a few others. Squall placed his hands against his ears, trying to drown out the cries. He looked around, and saw a little girl crouching at a corner, sniffing. Her crying wasn't as childish and loud as the others. Instead it was very mature. Slowly, he pushed his way through the crowd of children. A Garden Faculty, trying to calm the children down, tugged at Squall shirt, but he pulled away and continued walking towards her.
"Why are you crying?" Squall asked. The girl was wearing a blue dress. She had her hands against her face, crying. "Please don't cry."
Hearing Squall, the little girl looked at him. Her eyes were blue and watery. Usually a child's eyes would be red once they start crying. But hers were clear blue, as if she was holding back.
"Who are you?" she asked, wiping her eyes with her left sleeve.
"Me?" Squall pointed to himself. "I'm Squall."
"That's a funny name," she laughed weakly in between small sobs.
Squall felt a little put off. "What's yours then?"
"Hillary," she wiped the last tear off. "Hillary Miilguen."
Squall smiled, "Your name's funny too!"
"No it's not, Squack!" she retorted, putting out her tongue.
"That's Squall!"
Hillary laughed, "Oh, sorry. Tee-hee"
The two of them started laughing out loud, a contra to the surrounding mob of children crying their eyes out.
Cid was registering all the children's names, when Edea tapped him on the shoulder.
"Cid, look." She pointed at the two children laughing. Cid was stunned, "My, that is, how should I say, weird."
"It's the first time he's laughing." Edea said. She remembered how hard it was to get him to play along with the other children, or even laugh. He would always be by himself.
Headmaster Cid placed his hand on Edea's shoulder, "I feel happy for him."
Edea smiled, "Me too." After all their attempts to cheer him up, make friends with him, or even talk, this little girl had came out of nowhere and brighten up his entire life.
(okay... from what I can tell is that my story is a fiction of what happens in between Squalls life in the orphanage and when he meets Rinoa. AS you can see his a little cheerful now. Their all 13 years old by the way. As YES, my writing sucks. I haven't written a fanfic for a very long time. Though even during my my fanfiction writing time I don't think I was even good at all. Oh well ^_^, read and review please! Continuation as soon as possible)
(a story that just builds itself as I write. I'm not even sure what ff this is gonna be. By the way, all the placed and locations are based on the game, so I wont waste time writing scenery location that much, since players of the game should know the place well.)
"500 GIL," the shopkeeper said. His face was turning red with annoyance, "That's my final answer." The old man was round and with a white moustache. He wore clothes that resembled Headmaster Cid.
Squall sighed, "I've only got 400. Surely a hundred GIL isn't much of a difference?"
"Young man!" the shopkeeper shouted, stern as he was. "A gunblade crafted in the Revolver-series is worth at least 900 GIL," he pointed to the price tag. "I've already went below my profit by offering such a low price!"
The shop door opened, ringing a little bell above it. Squall stepped out of the Weapon Shop, disappointed. He really wanted one. A Revolver Gunblade would surely make things easier for passing the Primary Field Test. The custom Gunblades given out by Garden felt like nothing more than gun handles with knifes glued onto it. Plus he had to top Seifer's newly bought Maverick.
Ever since he started using it, Seifer has been the top in his class, leaving Squall as second best. The thought of Seifer beating him really sucked. But with the Revolver, he would surely excel further then his rival.
"Next bus to Garden! Leaving in 2 minutes!" the bus-conductor shouted. Hesitating, Squall entered the bus. He would try and buy the Revolver another day. As the bus drove out of Balamb, and the great green grasses of the Balamb region surrounded the entire bus, Squall wondered how long 'another day' would be.
"Gah!" Squall dashed towards a classmate, Gunblade up raised high. She was slightly smaller then him, though around the same age. Her face could not be seen, both of them having safety masks on.
Parrying Squall's attack with her two daggers, she jumps backwards. With great speed, she makes it her turn to attack. A swift back-way stab forces Squall to block with his gunblade.
A blast of a whistle ends their dual. Squall lowered his gunblade while the girl withdrawed her daggers. "That's about it for today," said Instructor Java. He tossed two towels at them, "A little more maneuver practice and you guys have got it made," he commented.
"Thanks," the girl spoke. She took off her mask, letting her beautiful blonde hair loose. She was Squall's girlfriend, Hillary. Her pretty blue round eyes brought the un-talkative loner to do any of her bidding.
"You're still better then me," Squall said, trying to be humble. He wiped the sweat off and passed the towel back to Instructor Java.
"Well," Java placed his arm around their shoulders, "you better get off to bed now. Field Practice is tomorrow. It's essential for you to have enough rest to absorb everything you can learn from it. Now, off you go."
The two of them left the gymnasium. Garden was quiet not a trace of movement could be seen, besides the fish-fountain in the middle and their footsteps echoing in the silence. Their walk to the dormitory was rather plain, not a single word was said. They reached a corridor.
"Well, here's my stop." Hillary pointed. Both of them just stood still. It felt awkward, only the two of them in the middle of the night. Squall felt like kissing her. Her lips were like a magnet, drawing him closer. He can hear her breathing heavily. She must have felt the same too. He stared into her eyes. She looked back. It was marvelous, just looking at her eye to eye. With a sudden urge, he grabbed hold of her waist, and kissed her on the lip. Surprised at his own actions, Squall tore off. He looked at Hillary's stunned face. She hadn't expected it. Just as Squall thought she might've given him a hard slap, Hillary leaped into his arms and placed her lips at his. Squall gave in. He didn't care whether he was too young at 13, or what the Garden rules say. He knows he loves this girl, and god-damn it feels so good. She broke it off, and stared into his eyes. The same feeling passed by Squall again. Looking at her eyes, it was the best ecstasy in the entire world. Squall was disappointed when she took her eyes off his. But what she did instead was far better. She held on tightly to him, and rested her head against his chest. He could feel her warm breath.
"Don't ever leave me."
Squall stroked her hair, "Never."
The two had met in Balamb Garden since their first day there. Hillary was from a Trabia Orphanage, while Squall came from Edea's.
All the new students in Balamb, mainly 8 years old, were gathered in the cafeteria. Headmaster Cid was sitting at a table together with some Garden Faculties. Squall and the other bunch of 8 year olds stood quietly, not knowing what was going on. Where is this place? Will they see their friends again? Only a few knew, but kept it to themselves. A chubby boy started to cry, followed by a few others. Squall placed his hands against his ears, trying to drown out the cries. He looked around, and saw a little girl crouching at a corner, sniffing. Her crying wasn't as childish and loud as the others. Instead it was very mature. Slowly, he pushed his way through the crowd of children. A Garden Faculty, trying to calm the children down, tugged at Squall shirt, but he pulled away and continued walking towards her.
"Why are you crying?" Squall asked. The girl was wearing a blue dress. She had her hands against her face, crying. "Please don't cry."
Hearing Squall, the little girl looked at him. Her eyes were blue and watery. Usually a child's eyes would be red once they start crying. But hers were clear blue, as if she was holding back.
"Who are you?" she asked, wiping her eyes with her left sleeve.
"Me?" Squall pointed to himself. "I'm Squall."
"That's a funny name," she laughed weakly in between small sobs.
Squall felt a little put off. "What's yours then?"
"Hillary," she wiped the last tear off. "Hillary Miilguen."
Squall smiled, "Your name's funny too!"
"No it's not, Squack!" she retorted, putting out her tongue.
"That's Squall!"
Hillary laughed, "Oh, sorry. Tee-hee"
The two of them started laughing out loud, a contra to the surrounding mob of children crying their eyes out.
Cid was registering all the children's names, when Edea tapped him on the shoulder.
"Cid, look." She pointed at the two children laughing. Cid was stunned, "My, that is, how should I say, weird."
"It's the first time he's laughing." Edea said. She remembered how hard it was to get him to play along with the other children, or even laugh. He would always be by himself.
Headmaster Cid placed his hand on Edea's shoulder, "I feel happy for him."
Edea smiled, "Me too." After all their attempts to cheer him up, make friends with him, or even talk, this little girl had came out of nowhere and brighten up his entire life.
(okay... from what I can tell is that my story is a fiction of what happens in between Squalls life in the orphanage and when he meets Rinoa. AS you can see his a little cheerful now. Their all 13 years old by the way. As YES, my writing sucks. I haven't written a fanfic for a very long time. Though even during my my fanfiction writing time I don't think I was even good at all. Oh well ^_^, read and review please! Continuation as soon as possible)