I Don't own, so don't sue. By the way thank you for reviewing, however some of the praise goes to my co-writer. Her pen name is Majesa. Her works are good. Well, anyway I know that this may not be long, but please don't be too cross. This is my first fanfic after all.

In His Eyes
Chapter 2
Squall woke to the loud booming of the intercom. He was really getting tired of this. He looked down at the sleeping angel in the bed before him and remembered how he cried out to her in a vain attempt to wake her. He had been sure that nothing would happen, but he had thought she had twitched at one point. He had thought she had heard him. However, now he was almost positive that it had been all in his mind.

"Wishful thinking," Squall thought to himself. "That's all it is."

Suddenly, Zell burst into the room shouting for him to hurry up, not even realizing that Squall was having one of his oh so few critical moments.

 "Squall! Come on, we need to hurry! Quick as possible!" Zell shouted in an urgent tone.
"Curse him and his loud mouth," Squall thought to himself, although his face showed none of the conflicting emotions going on inside of his head. He preferred to keep his feelings to himself. Squall reached out to wipe some of Rinoa's hair from her eyes, allowing his fingers to linger on her cheek. Squall quickly pulled away and spared Zell a glance before walking out of the door, not at all surprised to see Zell with his mouth hanging open. Maybe he had overdone it a bit, let his emotions take control.

Little did he know that as soon as he left, Rinoa was thrown into darkness.

 She started to fall. It was a slow fall. More like sinking. She then realized that she was sinking. In an ocean that she was unfamiliar with. As she sank, she clawed desperately at the water above her, all the while the little air in her lungs was draining from her body slowly. She tried to move her legs only to realize that something was holding her left one still. She chanced a glance down at her legs and opened her mouth to shriek releasing what little air she had left.

There, wrapped around her ankle was a Lefty. She had not realized how close to the bottom she had been until she noticed that it was coming from the sandy surface that was the ocean floor. During the few moments it took her to ponder on this a Righty sprang forth from the ground trapping her right ankle.

She searched desperately for something, anything that she could use as a weapon. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a jagged piece of coral. Stretching her arm painfully to reach it, her fingertips just rarely brushed the rough texture of the coral. Finally she grasped the coral in her hand as if it were a dagger. Twisting slightly she impaled the makeshift dagger into the Righty causing it to release her with a jerk. Rinoa then moved her leg at an angle where it could not grab it again. Then she whirled around to hack away at the Lefty. After three strikes the Lefty withered away into nothingness.

She then kicked hard with her legs now painfully aware of the extreme burning in her lungs due to the lack of oxygen, if it was that. She was so close to the surface now that she could actually see a shimmering light. She knew she had to hurry for the burning sensation in her lungs had proceeded to scorch her throat.

Suddenly she broke through the surface and took in huge gasps of air causing the burning to subside. Rinoa finally started toward land feeling quite waterlogged. After a few moments she took in her surroundings and thought "How strange...a desert. How ironic it is that this seems to be the only body of water around. Not only that, but dangerous waters." Standing slowly, wincing as she stood on painful, throbbing legs she began her long and tiring journey.

"I will come back to you Squall. Just wait for me." She said as she trudged on into the horizon. She was going to find her way out of this nightmare, and back into the arms in which she belonged.