Squall awoke from his restless sleep, cold sweat running down his temple and on to his cheek. He knew something was happening, somewhere. he felt it in the pit of his stomach. Squall stood up and moved to the bathroom. He turned on the light and splashed his face with water from the tap. What was this feeling?
"You alright?" came a voice from behind him. He turned around to see Rinoa standing in the doorway. Even though she had only got up, she still looked beautiful. Bathed in moonlight from the window she looked angelic.
Squall gave a simple nod and forced a small smile. He moved over and hugged her, just wanting some comfort and relief from the feeling he had felt mere minutes before. Squall turned off the bathroom light and they both went back to bed, where he fell to sleep in minutes.
Squall awoke to the sound of his alarm clock and quickly pushed the button so as not to disturb Rinoa. An almost impossible task really as she was such a heavy sleeper but he didn't care. So long as she didn't wake.
He found his clothes in the dim light of the early morning sun and quickly put them on. The short sleeved jacket with Griever on the arms, his white sleeveless shirt and black jeans with his belts. His favourite clothes. Finally he walked over to his gunblade case and flipped the two catches. Lifting up lid he stared at the blade as it shinned like gem in a fire. This blade had gotten him out of many a dangerous situation, protecting him as well as his companions.
He lifted it out of the case slowly and carefully, admiring its beauty. Squall opened the bullet housing cylinder and slipped a cold bullet into each of the holes. Now he was ready for whatever lay ahead. Whatever he had felt before, whatever was coming, he'd be ready. He'd protect everyone he cared about. he'd protect Rinoa.
Squall placed his gunblade into his belt and turned to the door. He took one last look over his shoulder at Rinoa as she turned over in her sleep. He formed a small grin and walked out into the cold deserted hallway.
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"You alright?" came a voice from behind him. He turned around to see Rinoa standing in the doorway. Even though she had only got up, she still looked beautiful. Bathed in moonlight from the window she looked angelic.
Squall gave a simple nod and forced a small smile. He moved over and hugged her, just wanting some comfort and relief from the feeling he had felt mere minutes before. Squall turned off the bathroom light and they both went back to bed, where he fell to sleep in minutes.
Squall awoke to the sound of his alarm clock and quickly pushed the button so as not to disturb Rinoa. An almost impossible task really as she was such a heavy sleeper but he didn't care. So long as she didn't wake.
He found his clothes in the dim light of the early morning sun and quickly put them on. The short sleeved jacket with Griever on the arms, his white sleeveless shirt and black jeans with his belts. His favourite clothes. Finally he walked over to his gunblade case and flipped the two catches. Lifting up lid he stared at the blade as it shinned like gem in a fire. This blade had gotten him out of many a dangerous situation, protecting him as well as his companions.
He lifted it out of the case slowly and carefully, admiring its beauty. Squall opened the bullet housing cylinder and slipped a cold bullet into each of the holes. Now he was ready for whatever lay ahead. Whatever he had felt before, whatever was coming, he'd be ready. He'd protect everyone he cared about. he'd protect Rinoa.
Squall placed his gunblade into his belt and turned to the door. He took one last look over his shoulder at Rinoa as she turned over in her sleep. He formed a small grin and walked out into the cold deserted hallway.
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