Glittering Emotion
It all happened so fast. Zell and Irvine were swimming, and I was overlooking them from a few feet away, training against a tree that I had chosen to be 'Seifer.' Then I heard the screams. When I looked over, it was only Selphie jumping gleefully into the water. Then there were gunshots. It was only Irvine shooting blanks at a dead tree. There were shouts of impatience and annoyance as Quistis and Rinoa leapt in the water to join the three, and then the noise of them shouting at me to join them. The next noise, and all the noises after them I ignored, knowing they were just childish things that weren't important. I drown out Zell's angry shouts and the splashing of water with the clang of my sword hitting the tree repeatedly. It helped to calm my thoughts and to sort them out slowly. One last swing. Someone was still screaming, and screaming rather loud. I looked over, but it was only Selphie.
Zell was being shoved under the water by Irvine and Selphie, and Quistis was cheering. Rinoa had strayed away form the group and was napping a few feet away form me.
I frowned and began to swing at the tree some more, feeling my anger freeze and disappear slowly as more and more energy was pilfered.
I was about to get ready to leave when Selphie called my name.
"Squall!" She called. Her voice sounded shrill and scared. "Squall!"
I ignored her, sensing a useless request behind the calling of my name.
"Squall!" Now Quistis was calling me, her voice more shrill and high-pitched than Selphie's normal tone. I was about to turn around, but I realized they were most likely to throw water in my face and laugh at my defenseless posture and soaking face. I shrugged meaninglessly and walked over to Rinoa, preparing to wake her for our walk home.
"SQUALL!" Irvine called impatiently.
"Shut u-" I started to say, but I was interrupted by Irvine's next few words.
"He's not breathing!"
That snapped me to attention. I shut my mouth, which had been frozen in mid-sentence when I had been interrupted.
"He what?" I looked, alarmed, down at my friend's unmoving body. I ran down to him, not looking once back at Rinoa and the uncomfortable looking position she had taken on the rocks near me.
Somehow I knew…that he was dead. I knew from the way his chest had stopped moving and from the way his head was positioned oddly that he was dead and that he wasn't coming back.
When I finally diagnosed him almost an hour later, after doing everything in my limited power to bring him back, there was a lot of crying, as was expected of such a close friend. Of course, none of the crying was done by me, but by everyone else. Our now dearly departed friend was gone, and he wasn't ever, ever coming back. We have to face reality someday, do we not?
Author's note: Wow. That was really intense. Sorry if this sucked big time, but this is my first try at an unrevealing fic, y'know, the one where you don't tell the reader who died or what's really going on? Yeah, whatever. Okay, please RR and tell me if you think there should be an additional chapter!