Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy 8 or any of it's characters...if I did then I would be on a private island sipping an erotic drink with millions of bucks! Tee-Hee! :)
Chapter FourRinoa was dancing with Galan when she heard a loud bang from the side of her. She automatically turned to the noise and stared at the fallen figure before her. Squall lay there, cursing a string of words instead of trying to get up off the floor. Rinoa's jaw dropped at the sight of her lion, and she subconsciously ran over to him and knelt before him.
"Squall...?" She whispered to him, the cursing ceased and he lay motionless under her hands as they reached out and gently grasped his shoulders. He did not look up or even move other than breathe. Rinoa gently shook him and whispered his name to him a few more times before he forced himself to attempt to get up. Galan was behind her with his hands on Rinoa's shoulders for support, and the rest of the people that were there continued to stare at the scene before them with awe.
Squall looked at Rinoa once he was on his knees, tears were forming in his eyes. Rinoa allowed the cold salty tears to fall down her cheeks as she kept her eyes locked on Squall's. Nothing was said, but there were millions of questions ringing in the air. Rinoa was the first to make any noise at all; she gasped a desperately needed breath of polluted air and turned away from her knight. With one swift movement she stood up and walked to the back of the bar.
There, she sobbed and cursed herself for ever going to him. Her heart rang with pain and her head swirled with emotions that ran wild. No one came to bother her, for all that knew her could tell her timing. If she needed them then she would go to them. Was that why she went to Squall, or was it just out of habit? Tears rolled down her cheeks and all she could think about was the look he gave her when he saw her face. It was so confused and hurt that it made Rinoa nearly tear into two. All of the time they had spent apart was sorrow for Rinoa...she never dated or even thought about another after Squall.
Deciding that she needed to finish her concert that she had came here to do, Rinoa got up from her position on the floor, wiped away any stray tears, adjusted her clothing, and walked to the back of the stage. She preformed the rest of her musical talents and quickly left Lighthouse club without even saying good-bye to anyone.
When she arrived back in her hotel she thanked Selphie, and collapsed onto her king sized bed, not moving from her position through the whole night.
Squall still could not believe that Rinoa had even noticed he was there; she seemed to caught up in the man she was dancing with. And yet he was joyous that she would even remember him; she probably had many men courting her that Squall thought that she would not even remember his name, let alone his face. But she did remember him, she came to him, she even whispered his name like she used to. Squall had to get over her, she was his first fling in his crazy mixed up teenaged life.
Her image was burned into his memory, her face when she sang, her face when she looked him in the eye, and the look when she turned away and ran off. Squall had not stayed to watch her expressions when she came back onto the stage, instead he went home and collapsed onto his bed and thought about the night...
"That fucking woman can go to fucking hell!" Squall screamed at his bedroom door. "But I will always love her..." He whispered just before he passed out.
Squall was in a field of dead roses as a sun was setting with deep reds and black was covering half of the sky. Where am I? Squall asked himself. A figure was heading towards him, the darkness covering whoever it was. All he could tell was that is was a child. Squall ran up to it and knelt before it. It was a girl about the age of seven and a half with Rinoa's features but the eyes were gleaming silver.
"Dreaming of the demons..." The girl whispered, her voice husky and cold. What did she mean? Before Squall had a chance to ask, there was a bright light before him floating down from the sky. When it landed, Squall could already tell that it was Rinoa.
"Squall..." She whispered. Squall sat upright in his bed in his tiny home in Timber. Cold sweat was running down his back and his breath was heavy with panic. What the hell was that all about? Squall asked himself. After he calmed down a little, he fell back onto the bed and drifted back to a dreamless sleep.
A/N; Tee-Hee! Sorry that it has taken me SSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOO long to update, but the first week of Jr. High has been tough on this little seventh grader...I will try to update more...until next time...
Jo Tookey Tee-Hee
