Chap. 8 Understanding +
Beginnings
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BEEP! BEEP! 7:30! BEEP! BEEP! 7:30
Squall's hand raced out of the hotel bed's covers and smashed the wailing alarm clock. He smelled bacon and eggs cooking in the room's small kitchenette. Squinting to protect against the rooms bright light, he saw Vincent cooking. Another glance into the light revealed a smiling Alucard peering over him.
"Rise and shine, young one. Breakfast is ready, and you'll need your strength for the preliminaries. Cripple." He glanced at Squall's right arm. He walked into the kitchenette. "Mmm, bacon."
Squall trudged into the bathroom, still half asleep. What was the bodyguard talking about? He turned the hot water on and let it soak in.
"Look who joins us, brother."
Squall had just entered the kitchen, wearing in one of the hotel's complementary robes. He was awake fully now, and started to pile on the bacon when Vincent spoke.
Squall just started eating, and Alucard rose. "Come brother, we prepare ourselves." To Squall, "Keep eating. We leave at nine." The brothers departed to there rooms.
Whatever.He thought. He took a bite of Bacon. Mmm .Crunchy.
9:15
"Hyne, where did you learn to drive? Trabia?"
Squall slammed his seatbelt on, bracing himself for Alucard's next jerky turn.
"I'm really not a chauffeur; I'm not used to babysitting." Vincent smirked at his brother's retort.
Squall returned to a deadpan expression. "Then what is your profession? Butler?"
Alucard grinned. "No, I'm more of an assassin. My brother here is the trained babysitter."
Squall raised a single eyebrow. "Assassin, huh? No offense, but you don't exactly seem too dangerous, especially your brother, Smiley."
It was Vincent's turn to answer. "Do not let the frail bodies, and basic weapons fool you. We are mush stronger than any other human, when we are angered. It would do well for you to remember that, human."
Alucard kept grinning. "Now now, brother, he is not pure human either, are you, Mr. Leonhart. I've never seen a fusion go as well as yours has, especially with such a guardian as her. Her attitude towards humans is rather icy, wouldn't you agree?"
Squall just closed his eyes and looked down. "I have no idea of what you mean."
It was Vincent's turn to grin. "Don't sulk now, little one. We have arrived. The president has been waiting for you to start off the first round of the preliminaries. Good luck."
Squall stepped out of the car, slamming the door.
Alucard rolled down the window. "Do not worry Squall, we are watching. His energy is close."
Squall looked ahead and saw Laguna, who had already launched into a speech on the importance of the competition. To his side was a huge Titanium stage. On the other side, eight separate brackets. Squall rushed over to find his name. He pushed thru what seemed to be a tribe of exotic swordsmen. After shaking off their stares, he found his name.
"Who the heck is this guy?" He looked for the time he was scheduled to fight at; 9:45. He had about fifteen minutes, he noticed, as Laguna wrapped up. He needed time to prepare.
He saw an abandoned tent nearby. He looked himself over. He was dressed in his normal leather, and wore the Pearlblade on a holster near the spine of his back. Lionheart was back at the hotel. He doubted his need of it, especially during the preliminaries. But he doubted his ability to use it even more. Still, he needed to focus. He walked to the tent, and began to call the powers that now lied in him.
"First round! Squall Leonhart versus Ronald Calmlend.!" an announcer, seated by the stage, was yelling into the microphone. "As you all know, there are 64 competitors here. They are in eight divisions, with one champion from each progressing to the finals!"
Squall walked onto the stage, which had been roped off. A large, clumsy black man stepped in about 20 feet away from him. He wielded a medium sized broadsword, and with a quick Scan, Squall determined he had no skills in magic. Hardly a challenge.
He smirked at Squall. "Bring it"
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