A/N: Okay, I admit that Irvine isn't my favorite ff8 character (kill him), but I gave him a pretty good story and tried to develop his character. Anyways, I guess I haven't updated in a while, but that's because I started school (poo school). But I have a butt load of homework (evil psychology class). But on the bright side, I get my license in a week (yay!). Plus it will have been one year since I started fanfiction and in memorial of it, I will continue my sorceress series (thank god). I know, I know you say. How will I ever complete all the stories I have, but I'll update them in correspondance of how much people want them. But anyways, I gotta do more homework now...poo on history too. Anyways here's the last chapter in Irvine's story (I know you'll all enjoy it).

Part Four: The Cobra

A Helping Hand

Night was certainly upon them. The two stand in the alleyway, waiting for the perfect moment to begin. The light from the moon was all they had. Irvine looked at her, waiting for her do something drastic, but she just stood there waiting.

"So we turn our backs to each other." He told her.

"Whatever." Rinoa held her .9 handgun in her hand, tightening the grip.

They both stepped up to each other, face-to-face. They nodded before the turned their backs to each other. Irvine gripped the handle of his .9 and smiled to himself.

Rinoa thought about all her encounters with Irvine, not many were memorable. But now she could finally get him back for all of them.

"Rinoa, I love you." Irvine gently caressed her cheek.

"Irvine, you can't." Rinoa was almost in tears. The thought of him loving her wanted to make her cry.

"But, why can't we be together?" He pleaded her, looking her straight in the face.

"Because we just can't!" Rinoa turned her back to him.

He placed his hand atop her shoulder, hoping for some response, "I want to be with you."

"I know, but you just can't. I don't feel the same." Rinoa moved her shoulder, dropping his hand.

"Please." He turned around to face him. He drew in closer, his eyes closing. She felt the warmth of his body as his rugged hands slid down her back. His lips, gently applied themselves to hers. She was engulfed in the kiss, not wanting it to end. His mouth opened and his tongue slowly slid into her mouth. She took it, the sweet taste of his saliva, even though it had the taste of alcohol on it. They were immersed in their own passionate world. She desperately wanted someone to love her since she thought Squall was hopeless, but this just seemed wrong. Her best friend was in love with this man, and she couldn't be.

She reached her hands to his cheeks and pulled herself away from him, "I'm sorry, Irvine, but we can't."

He let her go after that. Any girl who could suppress his kiss, didn't have any feelings for him, but for someone else. He just left her room a broken man.

Rinoa had wanted him so badly after that. The thought of having Irvine was too much for her. She wanted to tell anyone about it, but that would be impossible. It was just her torn feelings between him and Squall that kept her company. Her best friend would never talk to her again, and Squall seemed so impossible. So she just let herself be taken in by her job. She focused solely on her work, never feeling any emotion at all. Just like Squall had done when he was with Garden. Her life was empty because of Irvine.

They took one step away from each other slowly. Rinoa began to sweat now. She was a clever gunsman, but against Irvine, she could lose. She couldn't lose.

They took their second step. Irvine's brow began to sweat. He didn't care though, he wanted to get rid of her badly.

The third, fourth, and fifth. They both were nervous that one of their lives were going to be gone in five more steps.

The sixth, seventh, and eighth. Rinoa took a deep breath. She focused on her mission. Kill Irvine and move on.

The ninth. Irvine had nothing left in his life. But killing Rinoa seemed like it would finally revive it. The woman that broke his heart would suffer now.

The tenth.

They both stopped, ready to turn and fire now. Rinoa pivoted her right leg, gripping her gun in her right hand. She turned, her hair flung across her face, the air filling her lungs. She felt the trigger and began to raise the gun as she turned herself around. She gasped as it was all over.

Irvine had already raised his gun and had fired a bullet into her right hand. Blood exploded out of the newly made hole as she screamed in pain. His aim had been true, just as he thought. She fell to the ground from utter shock, gripping her right hand with her left one. Tears filled her eyes as she screamed.

Irvine slowly walked towards her, wanting to look at her face while he killed her. He saw her face beat red as she squinted her eyes in pain. He bent down to her, loosely holding his gun. He tipped his hat at her.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Rinoa screamed at him.

"Now, now...that's no way for a pretty girl like you to talk. Now you're gonna finally pay for what you did to me." He smiled.

"Fuck you! Like you deserve any remorse!" She began to sob. Maybe from the pain, or maybe from her defeat by him.

He took his gun and pointed it at her face. He then jammed the barrel into her mouth as her screams were now muffled. She cried uncontrollably.

"Don't worry, babe. It'll all be over a few seconds. You can finally die like the slut you are. Just pretend its my cock and you'll be all set." He placed his index finger on the trigger as she just stared at him blankly.

Irvine smiled at her. The gun fired.

"Poor girl. Never saw it comin'." Irvine looked at her as she lie unconscious, frozen in time by the compressor.

"Well, that's what sorceresses get. That' s why we're here. To kill them." Quistis brushed a hand through her blonde hair.

"But she's no longer a sorceress." Squall said in a deep tone.

"Right, but she still deserved to die like one." Quistis stared at him.

"Yes, all of my hatred. But now, as I look at her, I wonder. She's just a human girl, that I loved. It just seems wrong to do that to her." Squall just gazed at her sleeping inside the machine.

"But you know that she's not all human. The compressor only works on sorceresses. So even though we may have extracted most of her powers, she is still a sorceress. Too bad she doesn't know that." Quistis replied.

"True...let's hope she never finds out that she still has a fraction of them." The three of them left the building where Rinoa remained asleep for two years.

Rinoa didn't know what was going on. She felt immense energy being summoned up within her. Her hand may have seemed like it was blown apart, but the pain began to fade. It became warm and feeling soon returned. She lay there with the barrel of Irvine's gun jammed in her mouth. But at the same time, her newly healed hand was pointing her gun at him. She pulled the trigger and shot him right in the crotch.

Irvine screamed in agony as he dropped gun, gripping at his blown off balls. Blood splattered over both of them as Rinoa lifted herself up. Irvine dropped to the ground, clutching at his bloody crotch. She wiped the drool of her face and dusted herself off.

She slowly stood over him, not worrying about the same thing happening. She slowly put the gun in Irvine's mouth and listened to him scream.

"Now, Irvine, this will only hurt for a second," She smiled, "Suck your own cock."

She pulled the trigger, and Irvine's screams were heard no more.

A/N: Okay, I admit that was a little messed up, but I told you I hated Irvine. Plus, I didn't like Budd in Kill Bill so you can see they're practically the same person. So I kind of just gave the ending to Irvine as I wanted Budd to have his...so I'm a little twisted, but it's all good. Only two left now, and I'm just getting started...MUWAHAHAHAHA cough...shouldn't do that too often. Not good for ya', but oh well. MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHA