A/N: Okay, finally, what everyone has been waiting for. Yes, the meeting of Squall and Rinoa since the "incident" I know how much all of you have been waiting for this. I hope it satisfies you. I finally reveal all the plot twists you've been expecting. So now, enjoy the long awaited chapter to Kill Squall.

Part Six: The Lion

Confrontation

Rinoa smiled as she stood in front of those presidential office doors. The same place she had stood two years ago. Their last assignment was in this office, and it would be her last assignment as well. The sun began to set over the buildings of the futuristic city. She waited for the perfect moment. The sun came across her and warmed her body. She closed her eyes to take in the warmth. Her final victim was beyond these doors. She would finally put all this to rest.

Rinoa slowly pushed open the doors, gripping onto the handle of her gunblade. The door slid open slightly as she peered in. She heard a low conversation between only one man. She stuck her head in to see Squall turned the other way, talking on his cell phone. She smiled. It would be an easy kill. She wasn't looking for a fight against him. She just wanted him dead.

She moved into the room, closing the door softly behind her. Squall was still conversing on the phone, not even noticing her entrance. She lifted her gunblade slightly. She inched herself forward, being careful not to startle him. He rubbed his hand through his soft, brown hair as he still continued talking on the phone. Rinoa took the opportunity. She dashed forward, raising the gunblade for strike. She yelled at the top of her lungs as she brought the gunblade at him. She aimed it to pierce through his back and through his chest.

"Uh-huh...that's great," Squall pretended not to hear her from behind, "Could you give me a moment?" He covered the cell phone with his hand.

Rinoa charged still, ready to end this. In a split second, she found herself flung across the room and her gunblade still held in midair. Squall had somehow tossed her and still held her gunblade at him.

He put the cell phone back to his ear, "Yeah...I'll have to get back to you."

He turned around and looked at Rinoa. He still wore his black, leather jacket, but with a black tank top instead of his white shirt. His black jeans still had all those belts across them. He didn't wear his gloves anymore though. He just stared at the gunblade that was now pointed at the middle of his chest.

"Nice gunblade." Squall released it from its hold and held it in his hands, admiring it.

Rinoa began to get up from the floor, "Oh...don't bother getting up." Squall called out to her.

"Motherfucker." Rinoa got to her feet and stepped towards him.

"Surprised? Most would be." Squall held out her gunblade to her. She took it in her hands and just looked at him queerly.

"Sheath it, and we'll talk." Squall told her.

She knew it was useless to fight right now. She sheathed it and stared at him.

"So how have you been?" Squall asked her.

"Fuck you. You think this is so fucking funny, don't you?" Rinoa growled at him.

"Not at all. I hear you've been having a little fun killing the rest of our friends." Squall said.

"They all deserved it, just like you do." Rinoa replied.

"Well...that's all in the past. Shouldn't we be focusing on the future?" Squall explained to her.

"What are you talking about?" Rinoa thought Squall had gone nuts.

"Well...let's see. You've been on a killing spree while I've been ruling Esthar. Interesting." Squall replied.

"Yes, stealing your dead father's job. How interesting." Rinoa said sarcastically.

"Well...I do what I can." Squall laughed to himself.

"What are you?" Rinoa asked him.

"Oh you mean my little move I pulled on you?" Squall shot back.

"Yes." Rinoa moved on.

"Well...after we extracted your powers from you, Quistis didn't know what we should do with them. None of us did. But I was so curious about what makes you sorceresses tick. So, I absorbed them. I became infused with sorceress magic by taking your powers. I think I'm the first sorcerer in history." Squall explained.

"You...have my powers?" Rinoa was sickened.

"Yep...I figured someone had to keep them safe." Squall joked.

Rinoa unsheathed her gunblade in a heartbeat and thrust it through Squall's chest. The blade gleamed with the fading sunlight and his newly released blood. It went straight through his body, impaling him. He looked down, shocked and bean to gag with blood. He gripped the blade with his hands and tried to do something, but nothing happened. He began to convulse and Rinoa just watched him die by her hands. His head fell backwards, limp. There Squall lie dead at the hands of her blade.

"Finally." Rinoa said as she kept grip of the gunblade.

Squall's blood began to drip from the tip of the gunblade. Rinoa stood there, watching his dead body hang on her sword. She felt empty now. She was finished with her mission for good. But maybe killing him wasn't enough. Maybe she wanted to get something else out of him. She wanted to be able to actually settle things. But it was too late now. He was dead, and she had nothing left to do.

"Did I get you?" Rinoa's eyes widened as she saw Squall's head return to its upright position. He smiled at her and gripped the gunblade in his hands. He held onto it as he began to back up and slide himself off the blade. Rinoa dropped her mouth and made little noise.

"Much better. Being impaled on a gunblade isn't very fun." Squall touched his wound that seemed to miraculously vanish. The blood disappeared and he seemed the same as he had been.

"But...how?" Rinoa backed up.

"Simple. A rule of sorceress powers is that anyone who has them cannot kill themselves. Self-preservation." Squall explained.

"I don't get it." Rinoa lowered the gunblade and backed up more.

"Well...having your powers has given me the ability to survive any of your advances. You see I can't be killed by those who possess the same powers." Squall smiled at her, hoping she would finally understand.

Rinoa dropped her gunblade, "You mean...I still have my powers?"

"A fraction of them. How else could we compress you if you weren't a sorceress? You're still a sorceress, but much less of what you used to be. I have most of your powers." He headed over to his giant, round desk and took a seat in his leather chair.

"So...that's why I've gotten this far. It's because I still...have them." Rinoa touched her chest. She thought something was off with her. She knew that she felt some type of warmth inside of her that was familiar. But now she knew that they were still a part of her in some way.

"Yep...that's why I said we should forget about the past. There's no way we can kill each other since we both possess the same powers. We're a part of each other." Squall laughed.

"All this...was for nothing." Rinoa shook her head in disbelief.

He stopped laughing, "Oh get over it. The truth is that my hate for sorceresses is finally over. Being one of them I find it hard to actually hate them. That's why I disbanded the SeeD squad."

"...You are one yourself. And my suffering was for nothing." Rinoa placed her hands on his desk.

"Well...I have to admit that I may have overreacted. After I saw you kill my father and go ballistic, I realized what a monster you were."

"Me? A monster? What about what you did to me?" Rinoa yelled at him.

"Hold your horses. So I got the rest of the gang together and decided that we had to do what our job was. We had to kill a sorceress. But I felt so wrong for being tricked into falling in love with one. So I wanted to eradicate her and make sure it never happened. I wanted to make her suffer by killing her friends and family and putting her into captivity. Killing you would just release your powers to another unsuspecting victim. But I took most of your powers to make sure that if you ever woke up, I wouldn't have to worry about you that much. But you proved me wrong." He laughed to himself.

"You're crazy. You put me through all that because of your deluded beliefs. I hope you burn in hell." Rinoa spat at him.

He took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped off the spit from his cheek, "You know...I'm sorry for what I did. I never understood about sorcery until I experienced it firsthand."

"I think it's too late for apologies." Rinoa told him, but it was too late for her as well. She would never kill Squall now that it was impossible. She had failed her mission, but not only that, she would have to live with it.

"Rinoa...tell me that you don't still love me." He gave her his most sincere eyes.

"...Squall...I can't." Rinoa looked away. All she had wanted to think about him was about killing him. But she never thought about whether or not she still loved him.

"But Rinoa...I still love you." Squall stood up from his desk. He went to her and took her in his arms. At first, she only let him hug her. Her body just embraced in his arms. But then she couldn't help it. She felt the memories come to her. She hugged him back and began to cry.

"Squall, I love you." Rinoa looked into his eyes and they were full of love. They kissed.

"I don't ever want to lose you again." He hugged her tighter.

"I don't either." She cried her hardest yet. She felt so happy now. She was together with Squall again and no longer would she have to worry about her secrets or be afraid anymore.

"Hey, come on. Let's not cry," He said gently as he brushed her perfect tears away from her cheeks, "How about we go out. You know, I am the president of Esthar. We'll have dinner and get to know each other all over again. It'll be good for both of us."

"I'd like that." She wiped her tears away and smiled.

"Good...I'll have a room made for you." He kissed her gently again.

She let go of him and went to go make the phone call. Rinoa sighed at how this had turned out. She never realized that she still loved Squall. Her heart was filled with so much hate that she had forgotten the love that was buried deep inside. Even though that love was shining strong again, the remembrance of betrayal still lurked.