Sorry everyone. I'm really late with this update, but I've been really lazy lately. ; Hopefully, I'll get all this finished…soon…
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Square. I wish I owned them but unfortunately, I don't. Too bad.
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Quistis stepped across the threshold into Cid's office, her posture straight, the air around her regal and proud. She acknowledged Seifer, who was leaning against the wall, with a simple nod. A façade, she thought bitterly. How good she was at secrets.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" she said, her focus on the man that was scanning a piece of paper in his hand. He seemed to noticed her presence only then.
"Yes, yes. Quistis, I'm glad you could join us." He stood up, circled his desk to lean against it. With the distance closed between him and the two SeeDs, he clasped his hands in front of him, a grave look upon his face. Quistis was briefly aware of Seifer coming up to stand next to her, before Cid caught her attention again.
"No use beating around the bush. SeeDs Rinoa Heartilly and Irvine Kinneas have neglected to send in their report. Based on past reports and information gathered from the two SeeDs… I fear the worst."
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Meanwhile, somewhere off in the middle of an ocean…
The island itself was out in the middle of nowhere.
White sand and thin palm trees filled her vision as far as it could reach. Breathing a heavy sigh, she dropped down to the soft white sand, legs folded, and hands under her chin.
"We're out in the middle of NOWHERE!"
Rinoa swiped angrily at the sand, feeling it slip through her fingers like water slipping out to form a waterfall. Irvine leaned against the bent trunk of a nearby palm tree, his face tilted toward the cloudy sky.
"Look on the bright side, you wanted a vacation," he commented, bringing his eyes back to Rinoa who glared icicles at him. Irvine forced a nervous laugh and went back to contemplating if he would make it out of this alive and in one piece.
Rinoa stared at the endless leagues of salt water for a moment more before picking herself up, dusting off the remaining amounts of sand and turning a full 360. She made her way up the beach, stopping a small distance from the tree that Irvine was leaning against and pulling out a pocket knife from under her right heel. Aiming with one eye, she held the knife in her right hand behind her for velocity, alarming a very petrified Irvine.
"Now, Rinoa. We've haven't come to that yet. We're not---AH!" Irvine ducked as Rinoa, blatantly ignoring him, let the small knife fly. The knife went high above Irvine's head and landing securely in the middle of the batch of fruit.
The coconut landed with a soft thud a few feet from Irvine.
Irvine stared wide-eyed at the round fruit. "A warning, next time, would be greatly appreciated."
Rinoa grinned.
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I'm sorry; this chapter was really short, but I have major case of writers' block. Any ideas would be appreciated to get my out of this slump.