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Chapter FiveThe sun was shining through the hotel's fine curtains as Rinoa stirred in the large bed still dressed in the clothes she wore the night before. She could hear Amall singing near the window and turned to look at her. Rinoa had to smile at her, she always told Rinoa that she wanted to be just like her when she grew up. But Rinoa did not want Amall to suffer the shame of being a sorceress or the troubles she had when she was seventeen, going on eighteen.
"Good morning, Mommy!" Amall squealed when she caught her mother staring at her. "Why were you asleep so long?" The innocence rang in her voice, the same innocence Rinoa had until that night...No! Rinoa could not think about the past, she had to think about the present and her future, Amall.
"Mommy is just really tired, she had to work late last night with Zone and Watts." Rinoa explained in her motherly voice. This seemed to satisfy Amall because she started playing with her dolls that were spread out over the floor. Rinoa stood up and walked to the bathroom and turned the shower on.
"Amall, Mommy is going to get into the shower right now, I will only be a minute, okay?" Rinoa shouted to the seven year-old. She heard a grunt as a reply and stepped into the shower. When the hot water hit her, the memories of the night before came flooding back to her mind.
Squall, he had never left her mind for one minute, but seeing him there, to see him on the floor like that, it tore Rinoa in two. I still love him that is my whole problem! But he would never speak to her again if he ever knew the truth. So that was why Rinoa left and started a life of her own. She became a singer, she went on tours around the world, she spent every moment possible with Amall, and she still talked to Selphie. But Rinoa would never be truly happy again. Even if she could be with Squall, her heart would always be damaged.
Rinoa was grateful for the pouring water to hide her tears from herself as she let the rain-like drops cool. In truth, Rinoa's only wish was to be happy and with Squall, but he would never except her past that had destroyed her soul. Never would he be able to hold her without the reality of life shout around them; never would Rinoa find comfort from anyone, not even her own daughter, she was alone at heart.
Stepping out of the cold shower, Rinoa heard Amall laughing in the other room, then, another voice rang in the air, a cold and demon-like voice that sent chills down a person's spine. Before realizing what she was doing, Rinoa grabbed her pistol that she hid in the bathroom drawer, put a towel around her, and charged out the door with the gun out in front of her. Amall stared at her with confusion as her mother searched the room with caution.
"What are you doing, mommy?" The child asked with curiosity edging her voice. Rinoa continued to search everywhere possible before turning to Amall and sighing. Amall relaxed a little when Rinoa embraced her and laughed at her foolishness.
"Nothing, Sweetie, mommy was just having one of her moments again." The twenty-five year-old mother told her daughter. But Rinoa's heart was racing has the voice continued to ring through the room, for her ears only. "Why don't I finish getting ready and we'll go out for some breakfast?"
"Okay!" Amall squealed just before she jumped off the white-sheeted bed and bounced up and down asking if she could take this and that with her. Rinoa just sighed and went back to her task of getting ready before the seven year-old hyper girl decided to get her mother ready for her. But the voice was still ringing in her head...
AN: I just had to do a cliffhanger, they are sssssssssssssooooooooooooo much FUN!!!!!! Tee-Hee! Thank you everyone for the reviews!
Oh, and I might take a little while to update the next chapter because midterms have arrived and I have a ton more work to do for school, plus I am working on an audition for the school play "Guys and Dolls'...so yeah...
Until next time, Jo Tookey
