Hyne!!! What is that?

A.n: My first attempt at a FFVIII fic so be kind. The first chapter is going to be mainly the diary entries of a Doctor Montoya, who has made an interesting discovery. I'll probably try and fit in some character action at the end, or maybe a guest appearance from a rather large, scary entity. What's his name? Sign?

With all that out of the way, I shal't commenceth, and doth swear never to make an a.n as long as that again.

Disclaimer: I do not own FFVIII or FFX. What I do own, though is 3 cent, and 6 smarties. Oh,

Make that 5. Sorry, 4. (I no I'm sad)

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Chapter 1.

The diary of Doctor Montoya.

Monday, June 7th.

It's amazing. Doctor Richards and I were out today, collecting plant samples, when we came across a young, tanned man. He has red, spiky hair and strange, white markings on his arms. He was wearing yellow dungarees and a blue tee shirt. I have never seen anything like these markings before. At the moment, he is in the infirmary. This is most strange.

Tuesday, June 8th

He's awake. The strange man is awake. But he is obviously not from around here. He speaks this strange language that no one can understand. When he woke up, he was shouting "Lulu" for hours. Doctor Reeds went into his room, and the strange man seamed to recognise him. He started to talk to him, but Doctor Reeds says that he has neither seen him before, nor did he understand what he was saying. But he called Doctor Reeds Wakka. This is very confusing. I wonder what he is talking about.

Wednesday, June 9th.

The lab has started to work decoding the language of the young man. They are finding it very difficult. They think that he is trying to call for help. He doesn't know that we are not a threat. Progress is going very slowly.

Friday, July 16th.

Success! After weeks of work, we have finally managed to decode what the young man was saying. Apparently he is called Chappu, and is from a place called Spira. Doctor Richards and I looked in all the records and maps in the library, but there was no mention of a place called Spira. It is strange. When we asked him who Wakka and Lulu were, he said that they were his brother and girlfriend. The lab has started to work on a handheld translator so we can speak to the man easily.

Monday, July 26th. (Doctor Reeds' birthday)

Apart from Doctor Reeds' birthday, we have something else to celebrate. The first two prototype translators for the Spirian language have been crafted. Tests will be carried out tomorrow morning, as tonight there is going to be celebrations, both for Doctor Reeds and our breakthrough. I must hurry, though. The party is starting soon.

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A very drunk and giddy Doctor Reeds bid farewell to his party goers and made his way along the long, winding corridor back to his room A surprise party. Who would have guessed it?

He passed by the corridor that led down to the room where they were keeping the young man they had found, when he heard a loud, metallic thud and a muffled cry of pain.

"Hello?" he called down the corridor. "Who's there?"

He made his way along the corridor, slowly. He saw what looked like a white trench coat sweeping around the corner in front of him. He followed and, when he rounded the corner, was hit in the back of the neck, and knocked out.

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I yawned loudly and opened my mouth wide, not bothering to cover it with my hand. There were few people around, and anyway, I didn't care. I was too tired to care.

"Stupid Squall," I muttered. This was the second time in two days I had been on night watch duty. All because that eejit Seifer wasn't here. He had disappeared two days ago. The stupid idiot was supposed to be on lookout tonight, but I had to cover for him. I hadn't slept since when I had fallen asleep while trying to teach my last class about GF's, and that was a whole nine hours ago.

I suppose I should tell you that I'm an instructor now.

What? Who am I? I'm Selphie, don't you remember?

So anyway, back to this story.

Just then, I saw something that cheered me up instantly. A tall, brown-haired cowboy walked towards me. Irvine. I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

You remember him, don't you? Well, he's my boyfriend now, in case you didn't know. We got together after the celebrations for Squall, when he was made commander of Garden, after Cid retired.

You didn't know Squall was commander?

Man, you have been away for a while, haven't you?

So anyway, we got together after that night. And believe me, it was a very drunken night.

"Hey Selphie," he said, lightly kissing me on my cheek.

I smiled broader, stifling another yawn.

"Hey," I muttered sleepily. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm taking over," He said, smiling down at me. "Go get some rest."

This was highly unlike Irvine. A selfless act? He must be up to something. I reached up to kiss him, and smelt alcohol on his breath.

"Where were you till now?" I asked him.

"Oh, uh… I was just in my room. You should get to bed. You look wrecked."

"Right," I said. "Thanks. I'll see you later."

"Bye," He said, as I turned and walked away.

He was a bad liar. He always had been. I could tell that something was going on. I turned into the dormitory block but didn't go to my dorm; I walked quietly to Irvine's room instead. I opened the door. It wasn't locked. It was never locked.

Switching on the light, I saw the familiar bombsight that was Irvine's room. And opening the door, I was hit with the familiar smell of sweat and rotting food. Clothes and books of all sorts littered the floor. In a pile in one corner were several guns he liked to keep beside his bed 'Just in case' and his bedclothes looked like they had been practically hurled at the wall.

I went over to his desk and started to look for something. I didn't quite know what it was I was looking for, but I knew that there was something to find.

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I shook the man awake. He had bright red hair, with a spike sticking up at the front. He was tanned and there was stubble growing on his chin. He was wearing an identity card that read "Doctor Reeds."An: just imagine Wakka wearing a lab coat

"Wake up, you eejit" I said, punching him in the face. He woke up, and I pulled him to his feet.

"Enter the code." I commanded him, facing him towards the panel.

"What?" He asked.

"Are you deaf? Enter the code to open the door."

He typed the code in, and I ran into the room. I began throwing things off desks and looking for the translators.

Spinning around, I drew Hyperon and pointed it at Doctor Reeds as he tried to sneak off without me noticing.

"Get in here NOW!!!" I shouted at him. He froze in his tracks and slowly but cautiously walked into the room.

"Where are the translators?" I shouted at him. He pointed with a shaking finger at a safe on the far wall. I dug the blade of Hyperon into the two-millimetre space between the wall and the safe and squeezed off three shots. There was a loud bang, and somewhere I could hear people running and shouting. The safe swung open, and I grabbed the bag inside the safe, looking inside to make sure the translators were there.

A man on the far side of a pane of glass woke up, and began shouting at me. He had red hair and white marks on his pale arms. He was wearing yellow dungarees.

I bit the blade of Hyperon into a desk with paperwork and plans littered on the top. "No!" Doctor Reeds cried out and ran to me to try to stop me. I kicked him away, and smirked at him. The stupid asshole actually thought he could stop me? I squeezed one shot into the desk. The paper caught on fire insanity, and I ran from the room and out of the building.

5 mins later

I looked back at the burning building and smiled. Rain poured down all around me, and soaked my shirt, my black trousers and white trench coat. I ran a hand through my soaked hair, and let it hang on my neck, where my thumb lay upon the silver chain bearing the name of my mother and a cross, cold against my skin.

This was much better than teaching snotty, spoiled, rich kids back at Garden. It paid better too. I smirked at the thought of how much I was getting from this one job.

That's when I was ambushed.

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About ten minuets later, I found what I was looking for. A small piece of paper with a phone number and the name "Tiara" scrawled across the top in lipstick. I had found it stuffed into the pocket of Irvine's jeans. I stood up and it took me a few seconds to be able to see the doorway due to the mess.

After struggling to the door and pulling it open, I was finally able to breathe fresh air again.

I stormed out of the block, and made my way back to the corridor outside the cafeteria where I had been on lookout duty.

Just as I passed the way out to the entrance, I heard someone calling out for help. It sounded like Quistis. She had been on lookout duty outside.

"Quisty?" I called, and I ran to the entrance, dropping the napkin with Tiara's name on it as I ran.

I saw her about ten steps later. She was half carrying, half dragging an injured Seifer along the ground.

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Seifer was badly beat up. By the look of the cuts on his arms and chest, he had been attacked by soldiers from Galbadia.

Thin but deep cuts, made by deadly blades. It was a miracle he was alive. Or a curse. I'm not sure which yet.

By the look of the stale blood that covered his clothes and trench coat, this attack had happened at least two days ago. Which would explain where he had been for the last two days.

We were in the sick bay of Garden. For two hours, we (Quisty, Dr. Kadowaki and I) had bandaged and healed Seifer with various spells. Now, as it neared five in the morning, my body tried to give up from sleep deprivation, and I fell to my knees.

"Not yet, Selphie," Quisty said, dragging me up from the floor.

"Go away," I complained. But I continued. I don't know why. I still hated Seifer for everything he had done in the Sorceresses' war two years ago, even though that went against my motto of 'Peace Love and Happiness.'

But still, I couldn't bear to see him like this. Even though he had always been a pain, he had always been strong. As he lay there, he just looked… weak.

It was another hour before we were finished.

"That should about do it," Dr. Kadowaki said, with a sigh.

With that, I truly did give up. Throwing myself back into the chair behind me, I grabbed the coat that was on the back of the chair I had just collapsed into, and, wrapping it around me, I fell asleep.

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An: Okay, this chapter didn't exactly go to plan. I realised half way through that I had written too much and that I'd never fit my entire plan for this chapter in. It is currently 12 pages, and it would take at least another 6 to do what I planned so… well, you understand. (Or, at least I hope you do)

So anyway, PLEASE R&R. Come ONNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please?

Yevon.