Selphie Kinneas
"Journey To The Past"
Chapter Sixteen- The X Fight
However long she spent locked in her room, she didn't know. Endless tears fell as she tried hard to control herself. Squall… he was right about Seifer, he wasn't anything but a snobbish brat now! What happened, they used to be such great friends why would he even think of doing something so horrible!
It didn't matter. Rinoa rubbed her red eyes and washed her face. It was nearly 9 o'clock. Squall hadn't left yet had he? Maybe she could catch him, at the train station. Yes, she'd leave her things here for now, she just needed to get to Squall.
Quietly she tiptoed out of the room. Slowly, so slowly she walked out of the hallway.
"Hey Rinoa, ready to go to the bar?"
Rinoa spun around and unconsciously slapped Seifer hard on the cheek. She breathed deeply in shock and unsure what to do.
"Uh…" He thought for a moment, "is something wrong Rinny?" He asked.
"IS SOMETHING WRONG?" She couldn't bring herself to face the truth, instead she fled the hall and down the stairs. There wasn't a manservant at the door so she jammed the heavy door herself and rushed out.
Rinoa raced passed the green leaving the property. No one knew how Rinoa Caraway looked now so no one paid her any attention. Fleeing passed everything she found a bus. With a leap she jump on the platform and stopped to catch her breath. "To… the station." She dragged out to say.
The driver nodded as she came inside and the door closed. She sat on the nearest seat with anticipation to find Squall before Seifer found her.
Not long later the train stopped and Rinoa threw herself out of the bus running against the crowds. She threw her arms in the air and screamed "SQUALL!" continuously.
She followed signs saying which platform was the train to Esther. Maybe Squall was still waiting for a train, for two hours? Possibly. She reached the platform screaming the name again.
From the crowd came his familiar face. With delight and tears still planted on her face she jumped into his arms. "YOU'RE STILL HERE!" She cried with a tone between dismay and joy.
"Rin, what's wrong with you?" He asked as he observed her face.
"Oh you were right! He IS just a snobbish brat now! That's ALL he is. I feel like such a f-fool…" She wept.
"Rinoa, calm down. What happened?" He asked sternly. Rinoa swallowed her sobs then explained how she overheard Seifer's horrid scheme.
"What? THAT BASTARD! I'LL KILL HIM!" Squall stood and ignored Rinoa.
"Wait Squall no! Let's just leave!" She screamed behind him.
"No Rinoa, this time he's gone to far. We were kids when he cheated at the Palace, but to think he'd do something as horrible as THAT to his own friend is just… wrong." He stepped through and walked lone.
… No, Seifer isn't that bad. Don't hurt him Squall. Please don't. With that Rinoa hopped to her feet and rushed after him.
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"Where the heck did she go?" Seifer scouted the streets keeping his head low. Across the street he noticed Squall, or at least it looked like Squall, but what the hell was he holding. A shine of light blue sparking in the moonlight with minute feather wings at the base.
Seifer advanced toward him. As soon as he grew near enough to see that indeed it was Squall. Squall's hand reached to Seifer's collar as he grasped firmly and lifted him an inch off the ground.
"You sick son of a gun." He hissed acridly.
"Get you hands off me!" Seifer scowled as he leapt out of Squall's grip. Squall stood headstrong with a sword with a gun's trigger and a pure zircon blade with engraved lions at the end by the wings.
"A gunblade, eh? Two can play that game." Seifer from the back of his trench coat drew out a thinner gunblade that had a steel frame around a diamond blade. His stance was standing high with his sword firmly in the air.
"We'll catch way too much attention here, Loire. Let's take this someplace else." Seifer sheathed his sword back and began pacing slowly through a thicket of trees on the side of the road.
Rinoa running hard to catch up with Squall only a little distance away saw them leading away to nowhere. Eagerly she crept behind them to see where they were heading.
Seifer led them to the large gate that sat in the middle of the city.
"And this way we won't get so much attention," Squall said sarcastically.
Seifer ignored him as they went inside. A ladder stood nailed to the wall. Seifer deftly climbed the ladder downward. Squall followed, and several minutes later when neither was in sight Rinoa climbed down.
After reaching the bottom of the ladder Squall observed the area, "A sewer? Whatever. So long as no one stops us." He gripped his gunblade as Seifer did the same.
"You know, more than ever I'll be doing Rinoa a favor." Seifer sneered
Squall's blade shone in the dim light, "What kind of sick bastard are you?"
Seifer swung the gunblade on his shoulder. "Look, Rinoa would been fine if you never came into her life… I'll be doing her a favor."
"Just like what you did in the house, telling your brilliant plan." Squall scowled.
Seifer lifter his rapier and charged for Squall. Squall held it in defense, "It ends now!"
Squall held his sword in defense as the loud crash of swords clashed against each other. Bangs continued loudly as the two charged forth. Squall pierced Seifer's shoulder, Seifer slashed Squall's arm.
Crimson liquid dripped to the ground as the cold stares continued. Squall kneeled on the cement ground eyeing Seifer carefully. Seifer's lips moved as words came out and echoed through the empty tunnels.
"What's pain Squall?" He shouted.
Squall stood and pondered for a moment. Pain? Pain is the feeling of being harmed or hurt… The fight resumed as Seifer sent his blade rushing for Squall's chest. Squall deflected it whereas it landing on his arm. With both arms wounded Squall was at a disadvantage.
Pain can be the loss of something. He dodged the next two attacks and thrust an attack at Seifer towards the ribs, his weak arms failed at the last second but he successfully hit Seifer's thigh.
When you lose something, an emotion called pain erupts. When this happens, you might be sad, angry or confused. But you lost a bit of skin or blood, or something or someone dear to you.
Squall fell on the ground and before he could stand again a sharp pain went across his face. Almost wanting to scream Squall felt a blaze of hurt. He felt blood trickling across his cheek. Boldly he did all that could be done he lifted his sword and slashed Seifer's face.
Pain is when you have no hope.
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