Sorry I haven't updated in ages. I have coursework and exams and stuff to do. Damn school. I don't mean for all my updates to be so short, it's school's fault.
Chapter 4
"Hey. Hey, let me out. Let me out!"
"Yo, Squall. You gonna go shut her up before she bangs that door down?" Squall rose silently and unlocked the door to the cabin. His captive, obviously sensing a chance of escape, ran towards the door, only to find her way blocked by Squall.
"Sit down and shut up." He commanded, holding on to her shoulders in an attempt to calm her.
"Sit down and shut up? Sit down and shut up? Why the hell should I do that? I demand that you tell me why I'm here. Well, aren't you going to say anything?"
"…….."
"Tell me dammit!"
"Orders." Squall hoped that would satisfy her and keep her quiet. For the time being at least.
"Who's orders?" she demanded.
"Look, lady. I won't answer your questions so just go talk to a wall." Squall was quickly losing patience.
"You really should learn to be more polite to your guests. And I do have a name you know."
"What a coincidence, so do I," he drawled. He found himself being swiftly slapped across the face.
"You'd better learn some manners." She stormed across the room and sat in the corner, arms folded. "Yes, what are you staring at?" Squall wasn't aware that he had been.
"Nothing. Sorry." Squall leant back against the wall and ran his gloved hand through his hair, brushing thin wispy strands from out of his eyes. "Look, lady. Do you want some food or something?" Squall was conscious of the fact that if she wasn't looked after properly, he wouldn't get paid. She shook her head.
"It's Rinoa by the way."
"What?"
"My name. So you can stop calling me lady." She slowly got back to her feet and walked towards Squall. "Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"
"Doesn't matter who I am."
"Yes it does. I like to know who takes me hostage," she joked. For some reason, she wasn't afraid of the man who stood before her. It wasn't because of his appearance. He looked every bit the trained fighter, muscled arms, strong build and a scar running down the centre of his face. There was just something about his manner that made Rinoa feel quite at ease with him, as if she knew he wouldn't harm her. Besides, he was far too aloof to be your average soldier, trained only to kill. He was something different. Rinoa waited for a reply, but none came. He merely raised one eyebrow, quizzically, as if he knew she was joking. "Please?" He sighed, deeply.
"Squall."
"There. That wasn't so difficult was it?"
"Hmphh." He turned away.
"So, who are you working for?" she asked hopefully.
"Nobody."
Oh, don't give me that. I know you're working for someone, I have lots of enemies. Just tell me who." He remained silent. She sighed, knowing that she would not get any answers out of him. "Just promise me something okay?" Her voice was tinged with sadness. The sudden change caused Squall to look at her, puzzled. "Promise me you're not working for General Caraway." Seeing the hopeful, pleading look in her eyes, Squall quickly turned away. Fighting, he could do, but lying? He hated lying to people. He had been called aloof, uncaring, cold and selfish, but never in his life had anyone accused him of being dishonest. It was one thing that he was proud of. "Look at me." He couldn't. "You are working for him. Aren't you?" He couldn't answer. "No." A tear slipped down her cheek and she sniffed slightly. "No." She slid down the wall and put her head in her hands. Squall didn't know why, but this hurt him inside. Maybe it reminded him of all the times he had cried in his childhood. He knew how she felt, and it made him feel totally powerless. He didn't know what to do, how to make her feel better. He felt sorry for her. Everything that he'd been told about her made him think that she was a powerful, ruthless leader but meeting her had made him change his mind. She seemed warm and fragile, not a typical leader. Kneeling down beside her, he said the only thing that he could think of.
"I'm sorry."