Foursome
It was a metaphorical construct, a glass cube floating endlessly in space surrounded by the specks of light that were stars. It didn't really exist in any dimension but the fact that it could possibly be, made it reality here and now, wherever and whenever that was.
Time materialised into the cube, the glass sides clouding and the cube became a room, a square antique wooden table placed in the middle, its mahogany surface covered with a cloth covered in coloured swirls that moved aimlessly over it.
The walls were pale beige, plain and uninteresting, the room lit from within as there were no windows or light fixtures present. A tall grandfather clock stood at one side, a scythe hung up on the opposite wall its wooden handle dark and curved while the crescent blade shone an eerie blue. On the wall behind her was a pair of tilted scales whilst in front of her was the picture of a winding river.
Four chairs were placed around the table, one for each side. She wondered if they would come, surely they could sense the turbulence that Squall's mind was causing right now?
She sat in her chair and waited for a brief moment as two figures materialised in their respective chairs. Fate took the form of a man in his thirties, with short wavy blond hair, his eyeballs blue/green in colour, like balls of water, with no iris or pupil. He had a chiselled handsome face and wore a loose dark blue robe, the sleeves draping and flared. Death appeared opposite him, a thin, sallow young man, his hair long pitch black and shiny. His eyeballs were the red and orange of flame while his robe was a dark swirling black with shades of violet.
'Well?' Fate asked when they were finally corporeal.
'We're having trouble with this Squall-Paine situation.' Death told him.
'What trouble?' Fate said oblivious.
'They both stubbornly refuse to let go of each other!' Time told him.
'So?' Fate said nonchalantly.
'Well it could be disastrous for both of them if it continues or is this some plan of yours?' Death asked tilting his head and giving Fate a long stare.
'If this was planned why would I have forbidden it?' Fate retorted.
'Because you didn't really, did you? You told Squall everything and made him even more curious.' A soft cheerful voice came from one of the wall of the room and another figure materialised.
'What are you doing here?' Death snarled as a youth in his late teens appeared at the empty seat, his hair a mop of copper, tufts of hair hanging over his face, covering one of his pure emerald eyes. He wore a white shirt with white denim jeans, patches of black marring their pristine condition, contrasting with his tanned skin.
'Hey now... I am invited to these little gatherings of yours remember? There are Four of us.' He said smoothly taking his place.
'Damn you Injustice!' Death growled glowering at him.
'Hey don't get angry at me! You all treat me like I'm evil... I didn't ask to be this way.' Injustice retorted.
'Enough!' Time snapped, ever the older sister.
Injustice gave her a wry grin whilst Death silenced himself reluctantly.
'So is what Injustice said true? You actually plan to let them connect?' Time asked in disbelief.
'Sounds good to me.' Injustice muttered causing Death to shoot him a look.
'You'd really believe him?' Fate replied making a theatrical gesture at Injustice.
'Well it's not like you always honest with us.' Time said softly.
'Yeah we know what a twisted bastard you are.' Injustice interjected grinning.
Fate laughed him off. 'You think I'll give something your way?' he retorted.
'Soon enough Squall will come to me.' Injustice said softly cracking his fingers in an unnerving way.
'You wish.' Death muttered although the look on Time's face was disconcerting.
'You really believe that? Since when did you ever win?' Fate smirked.
'Sephiroth.' Injustice said simply.
'Just once out of ten possible chances and even then Sephiroth was defeated.' Death remarked.
'Defeated yes, destroyed no.' Injustice said mischievously.
'And what's that supposed to mean?' Time asked.
'Did I say it meant anything?' Injustice snapped back sarcastically. 'Besides what's all this talk of winning about? I know for a fact I never win that's my role, my influence is in control.' He said to Fate.
'Enough squabbling. We need to fix this problem.' Time snapped.
'Isn't a problem from my point of view' Injustice replied leaning back in his chair.
'Nothing ever is for you.' Death retorted bitterly.
'Leave them to it, they won't be able to meet and when they see how futile it is they will give up.' Fate answered grandly.
'I doubt it, Squall is demanding we arrange for them to meet once and then he'll let it rest.' Time said reluctantly, not wanting Injustice to know.
Injustice gave a bemused grin to this, noticing her discomfort.
'We don't work like that!' Death raged, his eyes blazing hotly.
Injustice was aware of Fate's gaze on him, he was wondering what his elder brother was up, why he was letting this continue. What game was he playing now?
'Well I guess if you're not going to help him then I will wait and see what Squally does next.' Injustice told them grinning and faded away.
Fate smiled faintly unnoticed by the others but paid attention to their voices of outrage.
'See! Now he will get the upper hand! Are you insane Fate?' Death snarled.
'You knew that Squall threatened to accept any offer from Injustice if we didn't let him see Paine?' Time asked turning her deep black eyes on Fate for an intensive stare.
'No I'm not insane Death, so you think I could be inflicted with such a mortal problem?' Fate told Death with an extravagant hand gesture.
'You're letting Injustice run free with this! He could turn Squall against us! Do you want to unbalance the multi-verse?' Death retorted slamming a thin hand on the table.
'Or is this what you want? Is this some twisted game you want to play?' Time muttered.
'You have no understanding. If I were to continually win then the multi- verse would be unbalanced!' Fate snapped finally becoming agitated.
'You mean you want Squall to turn?' Time gasped in horror.
'Injustice will never let us hear the end of this.' Death moaned.
'Who said Squall will definitely turn? This will test him and see if he will be able to face later trials. If Injustice can turn him then it will have to be arranged for someone else to take his place.' Fate said coldly.
'How can you be so callous?' Time asked disdainfully.
'It was the way I made, I am not as entangled in mortal ways as the pair of you that's why I am not emotionally attached as you.' Fate replied and faded away.
'Bastard!' Time snarled to his retreating essence, although what he said was true, she and Death were tied to the mortals more closely but that didn't mean he had the right to use them as pawns. It seemed like Squall understood exactly what Fate was like.
'Now what do we do?' Death whined.
It was a metaphorical construct, a glass cube floating endlessly in space surrounded by the specks of light that were stars. It didn't really exist in any dimension but the fact that it could possibly be, made it reality here and now, wherever and whenever that was.
Time materialised into the cube, the glass sides clouding and the cube became a room, a square antique wooden table placed in the middle, its mahogany surface covered with a cloth covered in coloured swirls that moved aimlessly over it.
The walls were pale beige, plain and uninteresting, the room lit from within as there were no windows or light fixtures present. A tall grandfather clock stood at one side, a scythe hung up on the opposite wall its wooden handle dark and curved while the crescent blade shone an eerie blue. On the wall behind her was a pair of tilted scales whilst in front of her was the picture of a winding river.
Four chairs were placed around the table, one for each side. She wondered if they would come, surely they could sense the turbulence that Squall's mind was causing right now?
She sat in her chair and waited for a brief moment as two figures materialised in their respective chairs. Fate took the form of a man in his thirties, with short wavy blond hair, his eyeballs blue/green in colour, like balls of water, with no iris or pupil. He had a chiselled handsome face and wore a loose dark blue robe, the sleeves draping and flared. Death appeared opposite him, a thin, sallow young man, his hair long pitch black and shiny. His eyeballs were the red and orange of flame while his robe was a dark swirling black with shades of violet.
'Well?' Fate asked when they were finally corporeal.
'We're having trouble with this Squall-Paine situation.' Death told him.
'What trouble?' Fate said oblivious.
'They both stubbornly refuse to let go of each other!' Time told him.
'So?' Fate said nonchalantly.
'Well it could be disastrous for both of them if it continues or is this some plan of yours?' Death asked tilting his head and giving Fate a long stare.
'If this was planned why would I have forbidden it?' Fate retorted.
'Because you didn't really, did you? You told Squall everything and made him even more curious.' A soft cheerful voice came from one of the wall of the room and another figure materialised.
'What are you doing here?' Death snarled as a youth in his late teens appeared at the empty seat, his hair a mop of copper, tufts of hair hanging over his face, covering one of his pure emerald eyes. He wore a white shirt with white denim jeans, patches of black marring their pristine condition, contrasting with his tanned skin.
'Hey now... I am invited to these little gatherings of yours remember? There are Four of us.' He said smoothly taking his place.
'Damn you Injustice!' Death growled glowering at him.
'Hey don't get angry at me! You all treat me like I'm evil... I didn't ask to be this way.' Injustice retorted.
'Enough!' Time snapped, ever the older sister.
Injustice gave her a wry grin whilst Death silenced himself reluctantly.
'So is what Injustice said true? You actually plan to let them connect?' Time asked in disbelief.
'Sounds good to me.' Injustice muttered causing Death to shoot him a look.
'You'd really believe him?' Fate replied making a theatrical gesture at Injustice.
'Well it's not like you always honest with us.' Time said softly.
'Yeah we know what a twisted bastard you are.' Injustice interjected grinning.
Fate laughed him off. 'You think I'll give something your way?' he retorted.
'Soon enough Squall will come to me.' Injustice said softly cracking his fingers in an unnerving way.
'You wish.' Death muttered although the look on Time's face was disconcerting.
'You really believe that? Since when did you ever win?' Fate smirked.
'Sephiroth.' Injustice said simply.
'Just once out of ten possible chances and even then Sephiroth was defeated.' Death remarked.
'Defeated yes, destroyed no.' Injustice said mischievously.
'And what's that supposed to mean?' Time asked.
'Did I say it meant anything?' Injustice snapped back sarcastically. 'Besides what's all this talk of winning about? I know for a fact I never win that's my role, my influence is in control.' He said to Fate.
'Enough squabbling. We need to fix this problem.' Time snapped.
'Isn't a problem from my point of view' Injustice replied leaning back in his chair.
'Nothing ever is for you.' Death retorted bitterly.
'Leave them to it, they won't be able to meet and when they see how futile it is they will give up.' Fate answered grandly.
'I doubt it, Squall is demanding we arrange for them to meet once and then he'll let it rest.' Time said reluctantly, not wanting Injustice to know.
Injustice gave a bemused grin to this, noticing her discomfort.
'We don't work like that!' Death raged, his eyes blazing hotly.
Injustice was aware of Fate's gaze on him, he was wondering what his elder brother was up, why he was letting this continue. What game was he playing now?
'Well I guess if you're not going to help him then I will wait and see what Squally does next.' Injustice told them grinning and faded away.
Fate smiled faintly unnoticed by the others but paid attention to their voices of outrage.
'See! Now he will get the upper hand! Are you insane Fate?' Death snarled.
'You knew that Squall threatened to accept any offer from Injustice if we didn't let him see Paine?' Time asked turning her deep black eyes on Fate for an intensive stare.
'No I'm not insane Death, so you think I could be inflicted with such a mortal problem?' Fate told Death with an extravagant hand gesture.
'You're letting Injustice run free with this! He could turn Squall against us! Do you want to unbalance the multi-verse?' Death retorted slamming a thin hand on the table.
'Or is this what you want? Is this some twisted game you want to play?' Time muttered.
'You have no understanding. If I were to continually win then the multi- verse would be unbalanced!' Fate snapped finally becoming agitated.
'You mean you want Squall to turn?' Time gasped in horror.
'Injustice will never let us hear the end of this.' Death moaned.
'Who said Squall will definitely turn? This will test him and see if he will be able to face later trials. If Injustice can turn him then it will have to be arranged for someone else to take his place.' Fate said coldly.
'How can you be so callous?' Time asked disdainfully.
'It was the way I made, I am not as entangled in mortal ways as the pair of you that's why I am not emotionally attached as you.' Fate replied and faded away.
'Bastard!' Time snarled to his retreating essence, although what he said was true, she and Death were tied to the mortals more closely but that didn't mean he had the right to use them as pawns. It seemed like Squall understood exactly what Fate was like.
'Now what do we do?' Death whined.