"Remember..."
Static-X:"S.O.M."
Finally, he was seeing the walls of this newly built soil temple with his own two eyes, with all the colours they could comprehend.
He stared at the ceiling, without seeing the colours, without caring about them. He just required a subtle, fixed point of refference.
But he knew that there was no longer a point of refference left but her.
He did not want to turn his head and look at her. He knew his eyes would fill with tears out of the beauty she carried. He would cry; for she was so beautiful; the angel that symolised hate.
Oh, he did hate her. He hated her with all he had. He despised her every move, he was absolutely disgusted of every curve in her body... He hated everything he loved about her; as much as he loved everything that he hated about her.
"So, came to your senses?" she demanded, a sense of rememberance in her voice.
His eyes filled with tears as he knew he had to turn his stare towards her. He knew that her demand was that he looked at her when he spoke. He started to turn his head on the altar; with every inch of turning being against his will.
And there she was... Standing a blue dress that left not much to the imagination. Standing tall and more subtle than him on her stilletto heels.
"Well well, what have we got here..? A rogue SeeD that serves a sorceress?"
"You know..." he said, "You know who or what I am..."
"I know." She said, and cut it off there. He sensed her second demand of asking the question she knew he would.
"Say my name..." he said, his eyes letting out his porcelain tears.
"Squall Leonhart." She replied, with a razor smile on her lips.
"And you are?"
"A sorceress' knight." He replied, his voice a little bit subtle, and he suddenly sensed that, he didn't need any point of refference other than her. She knew. She knew what he himself had been searching for all this time.
"Whose?"
"Yours."
"Who am I?"
"You're my sorceress. The one I have a bond with... A special bond that goes beyond that of mind." His voice wasn't being cut off by sighs, deep breaths, or any complicated emotions. He knew what he had to.
"Now, why don't you get dressed?" Rinoa suggested.
Squall felt his trenchcoat rest there. He managed to push himself upto his feet, and felt every move replenish his strength, his belief. He got dressed in the clothes she had seen look good on him.
Squall knew that, they were coming for him and her. He knew that the "orphanage gang" had gathered their army to go against them. As he felt the handle of his gunblade fit into his palm perfectly, he knew that Quistis was leading them. He knew that she wanted to save the world for him, just like he had desired.
Rinoa sat onto her throne, her wings shifting position to make her more comfortable. She pointed at the outside, and said, "Squall, my knight, now, you must win a war for me... For my love."
Squall could feel the weight of the gunblade in his hand. As he stood on his feet, watching his former friends enter the caves with an army of people, he suddenly felt no regrets.
Squall Leonhart thought himself as a man enough to stand by his promise...
...A promise that was given; not taken.
Even if the whole world is against you, I will be your knight.Squall slowly lifted up his gunblade and got it ready for a battle. He stood his ground until the first soldiers came through the door.
Squall lunged at them, crying out Rinoa's new name;
"AYREONA!!!"As LionHeart danced with him, he found it in himself to accept that everything he had kept inside for her had slowly turned into a new pain.