Gràvida

By: Rosiel and Kira

Disclaimer: The only thing we own is our Squall kitten, don't sue!

(Thoughts)

"Spoken Words"

Author's Notes: Wohoo! I got another chapter going. I had one hell of an English paper due, so I've been busting my ass to get it done. And having to go to work so doesn't help. I hate my college; I can't wait to transfer, hopefully. Hope everyone else is doing well. I've been better, -mumbles- stupid English paper. Anyways, hope everyone enjoys this next chapter! Oh hey, while I'm thinking about it, my friend Subaru brought up a good point, that I needed a beta reader, anyone up for the challenge? Just drop me a line in your review if you are! Anyways, see ya next time!


Chapter 5: The Break in

Squall sat up slowly in bed. Unconsciously, he reached down to rub his stomach. It had been a week since Matron had been admitted to the hospital. Seifer had yet to leave her side for longer than an hour. (I'm really beginning to worry about Seifer. He looks so haggard and withdrawn. He's lost some weight too.) Irvine had forced he and Selphie to come back to the main house, with promises of letting them know the second Matron's condition changed, but it remained the same. Squall knew the memory of Matron's tall, slender body covered in tubes and wires, looking so pale and frail lying on the white sheets of the hospital bed would haunt him forever.

He sighed slipping to his feet and going to use the bathroom, before coming back to bed. He slipped under the coverlet and lay there, thinking about everything that had happened. He was lost in thought, when Selphie suddenly came into the room. She looked pale and even she had lost the normal bounce she had since Matron was hospitalized. Her green eyes looked worried and she had dark circles under he eyes.

"Squall, did you hear something earlier?" She asked as she drew closer.

He sat up, shaking his head. "No I didn't hear anything, why? What did it sound like?"

"Almost like someone breaking open a window. Maybe I was just dreaming, but it sounded very real."

"I didn't hear anything. Do you want me to get up and go look?" Squall asked, looking at her.

She shook her head, "Maybe I'm just worried about Matron. God knows I haven't been sleeping hardly at all." She reached up pushing back locks of her brown hair.

Squall looked at her for a moment, giving her a small smile as he pulled the blankets back up and motioned for Selphie to get in beside him. She snuggled close into his side, closing her eyes as he wrapped his arms around her slender body. It was kind of strange, Squall wasn't used to holding someone. Seifer had always been the one to hold him, but he had to admit, for all it's differences it was nice to offer comfort once in a while. (As long as I don't have to do it all the time. I hate people, but Selphie is just like Elle. God I miss her. I wonder if she's going to come and see me when Mom and Dad come in a few weeks.) Thinking about his parents, ultimately caused him to think of Matron and the problems currently befalling the powerful family.

As Selphie drifted off, Squall grew more and more uneasy, it seemed her paranoia may have caught and he found himself tensing up at every sound echoed in the empty home. (The servants had all gone to their private homes, so it couldn't be one of them. No one in the house has a pet that could be roaming around, so what the hell was making those strange noises?)

Squall sighed and disentangling himself from Selphie, he slipped to his feet and went towards the fireplace. Reaching up, he gripped the large gun blade of Seifer's. He pulled the large weapon down, gasping as it finally came loose and flew towards him. It was a lot of weight but he thought even with his slight body, he could heft it, if he tried. So deciding to lift it, he slowly pulled open the door and made his way to the large marble staircase. He closed his eyes trying to listen to hear if anyone was coming towards him, before making his way downstairs, holding the gun blade at his side.

When no sound could be heard, he started to make his way back to Seifer's bedroom, when the soft thuds of footfalls caught his attention. He turned back around, opening his eyes and slowly going down the marble stairs, careful to make his footsteps light. Thankfully, not weighing a lot had its advantage and he made his way downstairs without being heard. Slipping through the shadows was the easy part, but making sure the intruders didn't see the gigantic gun blade he was holding was another.

Two large men were bumping around the formal living room, looking for something, or someone as the case was, judging by their whispered conversation.

"Where the hell do you think Seifer keeps him?" The taller man with short black hair asked of his smaller red haired companion.

"How the fuck do you expect me to know?" The red head snapped, turning back to face the fireplace. He shifted his flashlight to view the large gilded picture over the fireplace. The picture was of Matron and the rest of the immediate family done not to long ago. Matron was smiling gently, warm and open as always. Selphie even though the picture was still, you could easily see that she had been bouncing around. Irvine too was smiling in that frank way he sometimes did. Hell even Seifer looked happy to be with his family.

"Damn, are you sure we really want to do this?" The red head asked.

"What do you mean?" His black haired friend asked.

"Did you take a look at that Seifer guy? Good Lord, he's got some pretty large muscles and the boss said he was really good with a knife and a gun."

"I doubt he's that good. And you heard the boss, she wants him to suffer, the same way he made her suffer. Now all we gotta do is find Seifer's little fuck toy and we're out of here. It's not that bad anyway. The boss said the stepmother was in the hospital and Seifer refused to leave her side, being the good son that he is."

The red head shook his head, before turning back to look towards the door. He narrowed his dark eyes before giving a head motion to his friend. The dark haired man looked at him before nodding. Yes he had heard the labored breathing and could only guess that it was Seifer's little toy or the oldest brother's wife. They were the only two people in the house.

The red head made a move towards the door, planning to take down whoever stood outside only to have the large flat side of the gun blade come down on top of his head. It sent him crashing to the gray carpet.

"Hey!" The dark haired man cried out as he jerked out a lead pipe to block the blade coming towards him.

The winner of the fight was clear from the start. Squall, despite his inexperience with the large blade could move and dodge the blows he was unable to block and with such a large weapon, it made the fight harder on his opponent then on himself. A few blocks, near misses and blows later, the man landed in a heap on the floor. As Squall turned back towards the door, Selphie raced inside, screaming for him to move, but it was too late. While the fight was going on, Squall failed to notice the red head that he had thought had been knocked out. Apparently he hadn't, for he was now on his feet, and his foot was clearly aimed for Squall's soft exposed stomach. The kick was hard and sent him flying to the ground and into unconsciousness. (My baby….) were his last thoughts as darkness consumed him.


Author's Notes: Damn another cliffhanger. Sorry this one took so long to get out. I know it took forever, but I had a lot of things going on and the only thing I could do was come back to my dorm and crash after the day was over. I'll try to get this next one out ASAP! No guarantees though, but I'll try. Thanks for all the sweet reviews. And for those of you wondering why Squall got hit, 1) It enhanced the plot line; 2) He has no experience with a gun blade in this fic, although that may change when Seifer finds out about it! Anyways, see you all next time!