Falling Into Action
Squall stood in the Training Room, forcing to keep his eyes open. It was so quiet. It was odd. Not many fiends had stumbled upon him, and he wondered if there may have been a specific reason. He wanted to turn back and get some sleep. He wasn't even aware that it was nearing Midnight.
He sat for a moment to rest, and yawned. He closed his eyes, and almost stumbled backwards from being so fatigued. He listened for fiends, but also listened to the roof above him. Something was making a metalic noise.
He heard a voice, and held out his gunblade. He looked up into the ventilation, and wondered if someone was up there.
"Squall," shouted a hollow voice. "Squall!" It repeated. Who was up there?
"What do you want?" Squall asked, feeling as though he was talking to the wind. No answer. "Who's there?!" He called loudly.
"Squall, it's me!" He began to recognize the voice. Zell?
"Zell?" He asked confused. "Zell, is that you?"
"Squall, listen to me! I know you can't hear so well--"
There was a loud "thump!" and it sounded as though Zell has fallen further down into the ventilation. Squall listened. "Zell?"
"Ow, son of a bitch!"
"Zell, what's going on?"
There was shuffling and moaning, and then Zell said, "Rinoa's in trouble!"
Squall blinked. "What do you mean?"
"The power's out! Something bad's going to happen"
Rinoa laid in her bed, staring out at the beams of moonlight that entered through her window. The clouds had began to shade the bright glowing. It seemed so peaceful. She couldn't quite sleep. Outside her window, she heard the movement of the waves in the ocean, and a warm, peaceful breeze blew on the summer shore. The moon provided a warm, assuring nightlight.
Yet, she couldn't sleep. She kept thinking about Squall. She giggled to herself. She layed only in panties and a black tanktop. She somewhat wished for Squall to enter through her dorm room, and lie at her side. He would slide his soft hands to her sides, and she would be swept away--
She shook her head. Not for a while, she thought to herself, even though it would be nice.
She listened, and watched as the dim hall-light poured into her room. She held her breath. Her heart thumped painfully against her chest. Was Squall coming to see her, this late at night?
The door swung open. She couldn't see who is was, but who else would it be? Now, she didn't know if her heart was beating so quickly because she was frightened or excited.
"Squall?" She whispered.
He did not answer. He only moved closer. The clouds in the sky had moved over the radiance of the moon, so she could not see his face. Perhaps.. he was just romancing the moment much more with silence.
She felt his skin, his fingertips, against her bare legs. She held her breath again, and her heart pounded faster and faster. He moved his fingers up her legs, and across her hips, then up to her sides. He held her tightly. She pulled him down on top of her, unaware of what she was doing.
He grinned, and pinned her arms under her, pinning her legs down with his own weight. She gasped. "Squall, you're hurting me."
He leaned forward, and softly breathed into her ear: "I'm not Squall"
Squall sheathed his gunblade, and sprinted from the Training Room. His eyes were unfocused from the darkness as he left. He wasn't aware that the power had been knocked out. He cursed under his breath "Why didn't I know? What did Zell mean?"
So many thoughts ran through his mind, but he wasn't sure what of. Rinoa was in trouble? By whom--?
Raiun! What if that little bastard had gotten a hold of her? He had to get there! Raiun had been looking at Rinoa oddly, seducingly. He wasn't going to let that little worm live if he ever touched Rinoa.
He ran for the dorm rooms, and tried desperatly to keep his balance. His eyes still hadn't fully adjusted, and it was pitch black enough as it was. What if he got there too late?
Rinoa's arms had been pinned under her, as well as her whole body. What was going on? Who was this on her?
Everything was happening so fast. Her head spun, and she felt dizzy. She could smell his sour breath, but she couldn't recognize his voice. Even in the dim lighting, it looked like Squall. What was happening?
She flailed and kicked when she realized what was happening, and tried whining, but he had his hand over her mouth. He hadn't clamped his hand down far enough so she could bite him. It was difficult for her to breathe.
She felt his hands moving up her sides further, and sliding the straps of her shirt off of her shoulders. She felt his waist being pressed into her harder, and his weight was crushing her.
Everything was beginning to turn darker, and then, strangely glowing.
Then she heard the door being kicked in.
He moved off of her quickly, but she still couldn't see. She kept coughing because she was finally able to breathe. All she could hear was him being shoved against the wall. She heard glass break, and covered her face from any shards that may have come her way. She heard something tumble outside her window, and down the Garden walls. Then there was silence.
She shuddered, trying to regain her normal breathing. She listened.
"Rinoa?"
It was Squall's voice this time. Tears welded in her eyes. "Squall?"
He could tell her voice was cracking. She must have been so scared. He held her, running his fingers along her arms to soothe her. She wasn't even sure what had happened, it all happened so quickly. She continued to cry, even though she tried to force herself to stop. Eventually, the clouds scattered away from the moon, and she could see Squall's face. He had fallen asleep before her, and she stroked his soft face, and smiled. She wiped away her drying tears, and fell asleep in his arms.
(Whew, well, there you have it. The climax of the story '.'!)