Empyrean Sphere
Chapter Two: Damn Snow
Disclaimer: I don't have the time or patience, so just see chapter one.
POV unknown"Are you sure she can't hear us?" I roll my eyes in annoyance and smack the little weasel in the back of the head.
"For the upteenth time, no, she or any of them cannot hear us." He looked around uneasily before meeting my eyes, his mouth opened, but I cut him off with a growl.
"Shut up, a-right?" He nodded shakily, his mouth snapping shut. The silence we had lapsed into is broken by footsteps of the younger girl, the one with short dark hair. My eyes wander back to the other girl, the brunette-blonde.
"X-Phile? As in the X-Files? Whoa, hey, did you see that one about the sha-"
"Shut up, before I get out my Swiss army knife, and cut out your tongue, then feed it to you." I snarl menacingly. We watch in silence as the younger one nears the older one. Wait for it . . . wait for it . . . As their screams get louder, we start chuckling, and soon they're laughing with us. Wait . . .
"Did you hear that?"
"What? Our girly ass screams?"
"He he he . . ." I turn angrily to Weasel and his eyes go wide at his mistake, and the girls look at each other, afraid.
"Fuck rag . . ."
Aerith's POVMy head is casually leaning against Cloud's shoulder, his arms around my waist. My eyelids began to droop, as Zen and Squall argue over who can bench more. Cloud, end of discussion, now can we move on? As my eyes close completely, there's a loud bang where the doors to the Great hall had slammed open. My head jerks up as everyone turns to see what the-
"Yuffie? Kari?" Cloud's voice echoes as they stumble to close the doors, look at each other, then sprint toward us. They're pale and look as if they've seen a-
"The- ther- someo- in the . . . cast-thi-"Kari gasps, gripping the back of the sofa as Yuffie slumps onto the other love seat next to Squall.
"There's no one else here. It's just us." After my statement, Kari and Yuffie shake their heads rapidly, both still panting.
"We could hear someone else, laughing with us, but it wasn't us." Yuffie insisted. I eye her skeptically, but when my eyes wander over to Zen, he's looking terrified.
"You mean it's a gho-"I cut him off with a glare saying, 'Please don't encourage them.'
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Yuffie's POV
"Did you have to tell them? . . . Everything?" I hiss at Kari as we silently drag our baggage, (their baggage) to our rooms. We took a different staircase than the others; so we're in a different wing. Zenny, Kari, and I are currently walking up, and walking up, and walking up. This is taking forever!
Won't this be a fun trip? I get to stay in a room by myself in a room on the third floor, away from everyone, (on purpose, but that's not the point) because Kari and Zenny want their privacy a few rooms down a different frigging hallway! Bastards . . .
Upon reaching my door, once again, I watch Zenny and Kari, arm in arm, stroll around the corner toward their room. Disgusting . . . With a deep sigh, I push my door open, only to be hit with a gust of cold air; freezing cold air. My window is sitting open while wind and snow blow in. Everything is covered in a thin layer of snow. Growling, I walk over to my bag, and brush the snow off, then sling it over my shoulder; then I retrieve a thick blanket from a drawer and set them down in the hallway outside my door. Still mumbling curses, I walk over and attempt to close the window, but my futile pushing does nothing, it doesn't even budge. It's as if someone is holding it open, from the outside.
"Right and I'm the frigging gingerbread man." Finally giving up, I stand back and look down at my clothes; I'm freezing and covered in snow. Concealing my anger, I turn on my heel and stride out.
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Squall (Leon) POV
Snow has always amazed me, in a weird, hard to explain kinda way. I don't really understand it. I don't mean how it's made or any other scientific whoopdy-doo; I mean how it falls. It falls so gracefully, yet it looks heavy at the same time. Almost as if it's trying to fight the never ending pull of gravity. I don't really think it wants to be here. Why would it want to journey to the surface rather than stay in the clouds? On the surface it's melted and dried up; the sun, in that sense, is a murderer who cannot be stopped, but the thing is, we don't want to stop it. It's something we love, desire, and hate at the same time. Well, it's hard to explain. My point is that snow does not belong here; it's forced here, against its will. And there's not a damn thing it can do about it. It reminds me of Yuffie. I could tell by the look in her eyes when she was on the wet floor, she had no idea whatsoever that I was attending this little "magical getaway" or so Aerith calls it, gag. Anyway, she doesn't want to be here, I can tell; I'm pretty good with these types of things. That's why I'm majoring in psychology.
Even though, I'll never admit it to anyone else, I feel kinda bad about the whole drunk guy incident, okay I feel like a jackass. I'm not sure why I didn't do anything. I think it mostly has to do with my feelings for her, and the guy coming on to her, in his intoxicated state, pissed me off to no end, but if I was defending her, she might think I think about her in an unthinkable state of mind. I sigh here, running a hand through my hair, that sounded pathetic, if I may say so myself about myself. That reminds me of a quote, that just came out of nowhere, 'A slick way to out figure a person, is to get him figuring that you figure he's figuring, and he'll figure you're not figuring what you figure he figures.' Oh boy, that just came out of nowhere, some umpire, or manager said it . . . I'm a heavy baseball fan, and player. I know, you look at me, and immediately think, football or wrestling, am I right? Nope, grew up in a family of baseball and softball players, my mom and sister. Fuck, that's off topic, sorry. Anyways, I don't want to get close to Yuffie in fear that she might figu- be able to build up my feelings into a statue for everyone to see, especially her. Oy that made no sense either. I think, I hope, that I can be able to get to sleep in this big ass bed. Hee hee . . . anyways, first, I'm going to go make sure the fireplace doesn't light anything on fire before it goes out.
So, I haul my lazy ass up and began the slow trek downstairs, down the winding stairs that would normally make me puke, but my lethargic and exhausted state won't allow that, so I just ignore it, come tomorrow, I'll be in trouble.
I reach the Great Hall, without getting lost, there's a first for everything, and I can hear movement from inside. Like someone getting comfy on a couch or something. I gently push the door open, and peer inside so see the fire placing odd shadows on the walls, including a lump on the biggest couch. I creep closer, only to figu- find out its Yuffie, the only thing that has been on my mind on this whole flucking trip. That's my new word . . . anyways . . . Well, now I'm thoroughly confused, I thought she had a room there's plenty to pick from, okay not really, but hey, I try. I walk right up to her and squat down in front of her, watching her silently. I never realized how small she is, so small . . . She has about half of her bangs hanging in her face, and I have to restrain myself from brushing them off her forehead. I can see different patterns from the fire, and it makes her face glow. God, she's so beautiful, I have no problem admitting to myself, but no one else. I think Cloud suspects though, I'm not really sure . . . Maybe someday, I might, you know.
But I don't think so; I don't think she could . . . could she?
(A/N: OMG, I really didn't like that, except for that last part, which was okay. Okay, so here's the dilyo, I'm going to be gone Monday and Tuesday, and I'm busy this weekend, so I wanted to get what I had done up, I wanted it to be longer, but that wasn't happening, I promise the next one will be longer. Please review, and Tash, the first part, you're supposed to be confused, just so you're not confused . . .)