Orphans & Kings
*Knock*
Fujin ignored the persistent knocking for several minutes. Finally it ceased.
"Fujin? Fujin wake up!" The voice hissed.
"Hmnghng..g'way too early." She mumbled in protest, covering her head with her pillow, lying on her stomach. He looked at her. Silk. Geez. Then a ghost of a grin appeared on his face. If he pegged her right, she'd be up in no time. He climbed up on the bed, not making a sound and barely a ripple. He straddled her and ran his hands along her shoulders, as he placed small kissed on her back. She shot up so fast he fell backwards and hit his head on the floor. Fujin glared down at him in nothing but a wife beater and her under wear.
"Serves you right." She yawned, too tired to hurt him (yet) and helped him up.
"Time?" "5:20"
"Shoot! Need shower! Pack please?" Her eyes pleaded with him and he agreed sighing. He pulled some jeans and a few shirts, mostly tank tops, but some were very, well, interesting for Fujin at least. Any other girl he wouldn't have bothered. She'd have to wear them sooner or later and that would be worth seeing. He threw in some nice dresses, a few short and slinky as well as some long and slinky. He began pulling out various types of shoes. Heels mostly black red white, whatever he could find that would possibly go with he'd thrown into the bag. He then pulled out her boots. Steel toed. Ouch, he prayed he'd never get kicked with those. Then he remembered. Underwear. He grabbed a few handfuls careful not to look, and felt silk and lace. 'Interesting' he thought. Just then she rushed out of the bathroom in the skimpy Balamb towel, looked around, and grabbed her clothes from yesterday. She rushed over to wear Squall stood and pushed him onto the bed, rummaging through her underwear. She pulled out some lacey red undies and a matching strapless bra.
"Ouch." Squall gave her the faintest of grins. She was about to hit him and then thought better of it. She motioned for him to turn. She put on the set and then told him it was safe. He swallowed hard as she rushed back into the bathroom, grabbing her contacts, make-up, blow dryer and stuffed them into her already stuffed bag. Then she pulled on her fish net stockings and the black mini. She pulled her top on harshly and ran her fingers through her still wet hair.
"Let's go!" He failed to move. "NOW!" "Shoes. "No time!" She picked up said shoes and raced out the door, Squall close behind her.
~*~ She arrived at the docking bay out of breath and shoeless. While they waited she put her boots on. Cid arrived not long after, while he droned she yawned. Only Squall paid attention, but barely.
"You must catch the killer..If they suspect.never tell them who you really are.." His mind kept flashing back to the way she looked, glaring down at him in her underwear.
"Alright, here are your ear pieces and transmitters should anything could astray." Squall looked up at Cid through a fringe of chocolate colored hair. Fujin and Squall saluted and boarded the Ragnorak. Fujin, throwing her bag into a corner, sank heavily to the seat yawning. Squall sat next to her trying not to look down her pretty blue shirt, and was failing. Thank Hyne she was asleep, of mostly. She shifted closer ever so little, leaned his head back against the wall and went to sleep.
~*Fujin's POV*~ When I awoke, I was leaning on something soft and warm, and Hyne, whatever it was it smelt good. I sighed, then I realized it was not something, but someone. Squall, and his head rested on mine. My first instinct was to push him off, but I was much to tired and I enjoyed the warmth and the smell. He mumbled incoherently about blueberries and waffles. I smiled, leaned in a little closer, and went back to sleep.
~*~
~*Squall's POV*~ The smell of cinnamon and vanilla greeted me as I woke. I realized I had my head on Fujin's and her hand rested lightly on my chest. For a moment I stayed like that, enjoying the light scent of cinnamon and vanilla, then I shook her awake. As gently as I knew how. Her head shot up into my jaw. I groaned as she rubbed the top of her head.
"Ow." She frowned and sat up.
"Sleep alright?" I asked. She mumbled that she had until a certain someone gave her a rude awakening. Oops. She cracked her neck and back, you know, like chiropractors. I stared.
"What?"
"N.n..nothing." I looked out the window. Delling. My father had arranged for a car. All we had to do was find it. No need in clueing in the reporters. Eventually we found it and drove to the Garden. The girl at the desk took the needed info from me and then turned to Fujin.
"36-29-32" Emmie told her. 'Emmie' didn't suit her. "I have a shrouken, and I have an unregistered G.F. At least I think it isn't." She smiled sweetly at the girl, who went about finding her needed materials. Fujin made an annoyed look at me and I struggled not to snicker.
"Alright here you go and I just need the info on your G.F." The girl was perky. Too perky.
"Dragon, abilities: Lightening, snow storms and freezing things. Like Shiva." She smiled, accentuated by her Louisiana tone. The girl finished what needed to be done and we headed to our room. Emmie threw her bag on the bed by the window.
~*~ Squall sat on his bed, pulling off his jacket and shirt, and began to change into the training uniform. He didn't notice how Emmie's eye lingered for a second longer then they should have.
"Training?" "Yeh." "Company?" "Sure. I suppose we've got to get use to being together and being nice." "Yeh." She pulled everything off and quickly clothed herself in the tack regulation outfit.
"Ahhhhh, better." She smiled, a faint trace a of a grin.
"Whatever." She smacked him a good one across the back of the head.
"If I have to be nice and polite and actually carry on conversations, so do you!" Her accent was becoming second nature.
"Fine. I'll try but don't expect me to be happy about it."
"Ok." They left.
Three hours later they returned tired and sweaty. They flipped a coin to see who'd shower first. 'Jade'. He tried to shower quickly. He stepped out of the bath room ,a towel wrapped around his slim hips and ruffled his hair with another. She walked and turned the hot water on, letting it pelt her body into a slightly less tense state. Jade walked into the steam filled room.
"Wanna eat?" "Sure." "I warn you by tomorrow the reporters will be swarming over us." "Why?" But he had left. When she emerged from her shower she noticed he wasn't wearing his usual leather outfit, but nice, slacks and a gray turtleneck that clung in all the right places. He looked as if he'd stepped straight out from the cover of G.Q. Too bad Emmie didn't know what G.Q was. His griever necklace hung, glittering, about his neck. She raised a brow and he shrugged.
"I thought we'd go down to that Amorre' restaurant down the street."
"Alright, but I don't know what to wear to such places. I'm a socially challenged person." She rummaged through her bag, frustrated at not knowing what one was supposed to wear to these types of things. She twirled a finger for him to turn and he obliged.
"Alright, all clear." She giggled. "I have no clue what I'm supposed to wear!" Jade laughed and poked through her bags, producing a long, slinky black gown. She gapped at him horrified.
"I couldn't, I never.." He shoved the garment into her hands and shooed her into the bathroom. She grabbed a tin as she entered. She stepped out and he caught his breath. The dress fit her like a glove and slightly shimmered in the light. A black choker graced her neck and long silver earrings brushed her shoulders.
"What? Does it look awful?" She tugged at various parts of her dress, in a futile attempt to pull the slits that run up to her thighs down.
"No, you look great." He gave her his rare, but small, smile. He wasn't used to being, well, social. But he was trying. They made their way into the restaurant and people stared.
"I feel so ridiculous."
"Well you look great."
"Then why is everyone staring?"
"Their just jealous." She rolled her eyes as the waiter seated them.
"What would you like sir?"
"Uh.." 'Milk, give 'em milk' she thought sarcastically.
" White wine spritser." 'Ohhh white wine spritser.'
"Very good, and for the pretty lady?" She blushed.
"Your strawberry granita please."
"Excellent choice Madame." He scurried off to get their drinks. Squall excused himself to find the bathroom. The waiter brought their drinks. She sipped hers as a man with long silvery hair and green eyes approached her.
"Excuse me miss, I couldn't help but notice your escort left." He smiled warmly.
"Bathroom." She told him politely.
"May I have the pleasure of your acquaintance?" 'Probably involved with politics' she thought as she introduced herself.
"Emmie, Emmie Lou Jones." He bowed slightly as he noticed Squall coming near and left.
"I trust we will meet again." Before she could make him explain himself he departed. She shrugged and enjoyed the evening, noticing odd details here and there but otherwise ignored everything, hoping to become invisible to the stares. Then suddenly the evening was transformed into a blinding chaotic mess.
"Mr. Loire why are you in Delling?"
"Mr. Loire, who's the young lady?"
"My names Jade Morgan and I have no more comments." They pushed through the mob of reporters and managed to get to their dorm.
"I'm sorry." " It's alright. I saw that bartender making calls and eyeing us, but I said nothing. My fault."
"No it's mine, I'm the presidents son." He sighed and she stared while she finally remembered, Squall and Laguna. Ugh , she'd been blind. Wait. something was different about the room and she wasn't comfortable.
"Something is not right." She told him and they paused. Then shrugged. Jade simply took off everything except his boxers and flopped onto his bed. Emmie stripped and rummaged through his bag.
"That's mine you know."
"Exactly." She pulled out a white tank top triumphantly and put it on.
"I didn't say you could wear it." He said coolly. She hopped on to her bed, pulling out her book Reliquary, and said,
"You want it back? You'll have to pull it off me." She figured his pride wouldn't let him actually make that big a deal out of it and he'd leave her alone. He grinned faintly , got up , waked over to her and took her book and placed it on the nightstand. He straddled her. She gazed at him levelly, brow raised, slightly amused.
"You going to give me back my shirt?"
"No."
"Then what do I get for letting you keep it?"
"Besides your life?"
"Besides my life." He said the grin now showing.
"Nothing."
"Then I'm taking my shirt back." He began lifting it off her and she raised her arms and let him never looking away. He cupped his hand under her chin.
"Good girl." She rolled her eyes and pushed him back onto the foot of the bed.
"That's no way to treat your boyfriend!" She rolled her eyes and lay down, trying to sleep and only half succeeding. He watched her from the foot of the bed for a little bit and then leaned over and lightly kissed her cheek. His head was yanked back painfully by a fistful of hair. She never even opened her eyes
"NEVER. WITHOUT. MY. PERMISSION." She said and released him. He slowly backed off her bed and made his way to his own.
a/n: end chappie 3. You like? Well then push that purple button and tell me what you think
*Knock*
Fujin ignored the persistent knocking for several minutes. Finally it ceased.
"Fujin? Fujin wake up!" The voice hissed.
"Hmnghng..g'way too early." She mumbled in protest, covering her head with her pillow, lying on her stomach. He looked at her. Silk. Geez. Then a ghost of a grin appeared on his face. If he pegged her right, she'd be up in no time. He climbed up on the bed, not making a sound and barely a ripple. He straddled her and ran his hands along her shoulders, as he placed small kissed on her back. She shot up so fast he fell backwards and hit his head on the floor. Fujin glared down at him in nothing but a wife beater and her under wear.
"Serves you right." She yawned, too tired to hurt him (yet) and helped him up.
"Time?" "5:20"
"Shoot! Need shower! Pack please?" Her eyes pleaded with him and he agreed sighing. He pulled some jeans and a few shirts, mostly tank tops, but some were very, well, interesting for Fujin at least. Any other girl he wouldn't have bothered. She'd have to wear them sooner or later and that would be worth seeing. He threw in some nice dresses, a few short and slinky as well as some long and slinky. He began pulling out various types of shoes. Heels mostly black red white, whatever he could find that would possibly go with he'd thrown into the bag. He then pulled out her boots. Steel toed. Ouch, he prayed he'd never get kicked with those. Then he remembered. Underwear. He grabbed a few handfuls careful not to look, and felt silk and lace. 'Interesting' he thought. Just then she rushed out of the bathroom in the skimpy Balamb towel, looked around, and grabbed her clothes from yesterday. She rushed over to wear Squall stood and pushed him onto the bed, rummaging through her underwear. She pulled out some lacey red undies and a matching strapless bra.
"Ouch." Squall gave her the faintest of grins. She was about to hit him and then thought better of it. She motioned for him to turn. She put on the set and then told him it was safe. He swallowed hard as she rushed back into the bathroom, grabbing her contacts, make-up, blow dryer and stuffed them into her already stuffed bag. Then she pulled on her fish net stockings and the black mini. She pulled her top on harshly and ran her fingers through her still wet hair.
"Let's go!" He failed to move. "NOW!" "Shoes. "No time!" She picked up said shoes and raced out the door, Squall close behind her.
~*~ She arrived at the docking bay out of breath and shoeless. While they waited she put her boots on. Cid arrived not long after, while he droned she yawned. Only Squall paid attention, but barely.
"You must catch the killer..If they suspect.never tell them who you really are.." His mind kept flashing back to the way she looked, glaring down at him in her underwear.
"Alright, here are your ear pieces and transmitters should anything could astray." Squall looked up at Cid through a fringe of chocolate colored hair. Fujin and Squall saluted and boarded the Ragnorak. Fujin, throwing her bag into a corner, sank heavily to the seat yawning. Squall sat next to her trying not to look down her pretty blue shirt, and was failing. Thank Hyne she was asleep, of mostly. She shifted closer ever so little, leaned his head back against the wall and went to sleep.
~*Fujin's POV*~ When I awoke, I was leaning on something soft and warm, and Hyne, whatever it was it smelt good. I sighed, then I realized it was not something, but someone. Squall, and his head rested on mine. My first instinct was to push him off, but I was much to tired and I enjoyed the warmth and the smell. He mumbled incoherently about blueberries and waffles. I smiled, leaned in a little closer, and went back to sleep.
~*~
~*Squall's POV*~ The smell of cinnamon and vanilla greeted me as I woke. I realized I had my head on Fujin's and her hand rested lightly on my chest. For a moment I stayed like that, enjoying the light scent of cinnamon and vanilla, then I shook her awake. As gently as I knew how. Her head shot up into my jaw. I groaned as she rubbed the top of her head.
"Ow." She frowned and sat up.
"Sleep alright?" I asked. She mumbled that she had until a certain someone gave her a rude awakening. Oops. She cracked her neck and back, you know, like chiropractors. I stared.
"What?"
"N.n..nothing." I looked out the window. Delling. My father had arranged for a car. All we had to do was find it. No need in clueing in the reporters. Eventually we found it and drove to the Garden. The girl at the desk took the needed info from me and then turned to Fujin.
"36-29-32" Emmie told her. 'Emmie' didn't suit her. "I have a shrouken, and I have an unregistered G.F. At least I think it isn't." She smiled sweetly at the girl, who went about finding her needed materials. Fujin made an annoyed look at me and I struggled not to snicker.
"Alright here you go and I just need the info on your G.F." The girl was perky. Too perky.
"Dragon, abilities: Lightening, snow storms and freezing things. Like Shiva." She smiled, accentuated by her Louisiana tone. The girl finished what needed to be done and we headed to our room. Emmie threw her bag on the bed by the window.
~*~ Squall sat on his bed, pulling off his jacket and shirt, and began to change into the training uniform. He didn't notice how Emmie's eye lingered for a second longer then they should have.
"Training?" "Yeh." "Company?" "Sure. I suppose we've got to get use to being together and being nice." "Yeh." She pulled everything off and quickly clothed herself in the tack regulation outfit.
"Ahhhhh, better." She smiled, a faint trace a of a grin.
"Whatever." She smacked him a good one across the back of the head.
"If I have to be nice and polite and actually carry on conversations, so do you!" Her accent was becoming second nature.
"Fine. I'll try but don't expect me to be happy about it."
"Ok." They left.
Three hours later they returned tired and sweaty. They flipped a coin to see who'd shower first. 'Jade'. He tried to shower quickly. He stepped out of the bath room ,a towel wrapped around his slim hips and ruffled his hair with another. She walked and turned the hot water on, letting it pelt her body into a slightly less tense state. Jade walked into the steam filled room.
"Wanna eat?" "Sure." "I warn you by tomorrow the reporters will be swarming over us." "Why?" But he had left. When she emerged from her shower she noticed he wasn't wearing his usual leather outfit, but nice, slacks and a gray turtleneck that clung in all the right places. He looked as if he'd stepped straight out from the cover of G.Q. Too bad Emmie didn't know what G.Q was. His griever necklace hung, glittering, about his neck. She raised a brow and he shrugged.
"I thought we'd go down to that Amorre' restaurant down the street."
"Alright, but I don't know what to wear to such places. I'm a socially challenged person." She rummaged through her bag, frustrated at not knowing what one was supposed to wear to these types of things. She twirled a finger for him to turn and he obliged.
"Alright, all clear." She giggled. "I have no clue what I'm supposed to wear!" Jade laughed and poked through her bags, producing a long, slinky black gown. She gapped at him horrified.
"I couldn't, I never.." He shoved the garment into her hands and shooed her into the bathroom. She grabbed a tin as she entered. She stepped out and he caught his breath. The dress fit her like a glove and slightly shimmered in the light. A black choker graced her neck and long silver earrings brushed her shoulders.
"What? Does it look awful?" She tugged at various parts of her dress, in a futile attempt to pull the slits that run up to her thighs down.
"No, you look great." He gave her his rare, but small, smile. He wasn't used to being, well, social. But he was trying. They made their way into the restaurant and people stared.
"I feel so ridiculous."
"Well you look great."
"Then why is everyone staring?"
"Their just jealous." She rolled her eyes as the waiter seated them.
"What would you like sir?"
"Uh.." 'Milk, give 'em milk' she thought sarcastically.
" White wine spritser." 'Ohhh white wine spritser.'
"Very good, and for the pretty lady?" She blushed.
"Your strawberry granita please."
"Excellent choice Madame." He scurried off to get their drinks. Squall excused himself to find the bathroom. The waiter brought their drinks. She sipped hers as a man with long silvery hair and green eyes approached her.
"Excuse me miss, I couldn't help but notice your escort left." He smiled warmly.
"Bathroom." She told him politely.
"May I have the pleasure of your acquaintance?" 'Probably involved with politics' she thought as she introduced herself.
"Emmie, Emmie Lou Jones." He bowed slightly as he noticed Squall coming near and left.
"I trust we will meet again." Before she could make him explain himself he departed. She shrugged and enjoyed the evening, noticing odd details here and there but otherwise ignored everything, hoping to become invisible to the stares. Then suddenly the evening was transformed into a blinding chaotic mess.
"Mr. Loire why are you in Delling?"
"Mr. Loire, who's the young lady?"
"My names Jade Morgan and I have no more comments." They pushed through the mob of reporters and managed to get to their dorm.
"I'm sorry." " It's alright. I saw that bartender making calls and eyeing us, but I said nothing. My fault."
"No it's mine, I'm the presidents son." He sighed and she stared while she finally remembered, Squall and Laguna. Ugh , she'd been blind. Wait. something was different about the room and she wasn't comfortable.
"Something is not right." She told him and they paused. Then shrugged. Jade simply took off everything except his boxers and flopped onto his bed. Emmie stripped and rummaged through his bag.
"That's mine you know."
"Exactly." She pulled out a white tank top triumphantly and put it on.
"I didn't say you could wear it." He said coolly. She hopped on to her bed, pulling out her book Reliquary, and said,
"You want it back? You'll have to pull it off me." She figured his pride wouldn't let him actually make that big a deal out of it and he'd leave her alone. He grinned faintly , got up , waked over to her and took her book and placed it on the nightstand. He straddled her. She gazed at him levelly, brow raised, slightly amused.
"You going to give me back my shirt?"
"No."
"Then what do I get for letting you keep it?"
"Besides your life?"
"Besides my life." He said the grin now showing.
"Nothing."
"Then I'm taking my shirt back." He began lifting it off her and she raised her arms and let him never looking away. He cupped his hand under her chin.
"Good girl." She rolled her eyes and pushed him back onto the foot of the bed.
"That's no way to treat your boyfriend!" She rolled her eyes and lay down, trying to sleep and only half succeeding. He watched her from the foot of the bed for a little bit and then leaned over and lightly kissed her cheek. His head was yanked back painfully by a fistful of hair. She never even opened her eyes
"NEVER. WITHOUT. MY. PERMISSION." She said and released him. He slowly backed off her bed and made his way to his own.
a/n: end chappie 3. You like? Well then push that purple button and tell me what you think