The third chapter is upon us! All rise in joy raises in joy and throws ramen on head!
-You don't have to do the Ramen part though...-
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Disclaimer: Grawl! Honestly people, if I did own Final Fantasy 8, wouldI be writing in a space that said, 'disclaimer'? (antagonists...) and dont think I don't know what that word means either, because I do. I can thank my band teacher for that, because he calls us that every chance he gets. (Poor man makes it a hobby) nodds head disapprovingly>
Thoughts are in Italics.
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Chapter 3
Breaking Point
Mine Placid Tears of Silver
Squall groaned to himself as he collapsed down into his welcoming bed. Things had not gone well with Rinoa this evening, not at all. They had gone out for dinner (of course only with the headmasters permission), enjoying every precious moment that the two lovers had off from the Garden. Everything was wonderful at dinner and the stroll on the beach 'twas even better, but on the way home...well, let's just say that that was a different story.
-Flashback-
Rinoa stared out the window, breathless with laughter as she clutched her sides. Squall was pretty flustered himself as he messed up the raven-black hair on Rinoa's head. The driver that Cid had sent to pick them up had found them strolling the sides of Balamb's tranquil beach, shoes kicked off and eyes pointed to the heavens above. Squall, not even knowing what they were laughing about, sighed placidly as removed some of the hair that was blocking her view. She rested her head on his shoulder, nudging him to put his arm around her.
"Tonight was wonderful Rinoa...I wish that we didn't have to go back to the Garden," Squall smiled at her, and she could feel the world spin underneath her. Well, at least the strong smelling leather seats were spinning. "Not even that brat could have ruined today..."
At this, Rinoa squirmed from underneath Squall and sat straight up covering her face in her hands. The young man looked at her quizzicly, not quite understanding her body language.
"Squall, there's something I've been meaning to mention about that..." She sounded very solemn and straight forward now.
Blink.
Blink Blink.
Squall couldn't understand. He mentally slapped himself as his expression turned from aquizzical one to a nervous one. Wait, ahh-shit! Did Irvine tell her about last night when-
"-that boy that was tormenting you...Aven..." Rinoa looked up at him with somber eyes, spellbinding him to her words'. "...you really don't like him, do you?" She looked away, giving a deep sigh.
Blink Blink Blink. Of course he didn't like Aven. The brat was a rude, ignorant, selfish, backtalking
devil spawned, egolistical bastard. He laughed as he answered her.
"No, no, not really...is it that obvious?"
"Squall, I know he's a bit...a bit...of a menace, but-"
"Menace! Pshh! That's the understatement of the century!"
"But-"
"He's a little demon child!"
"But-"
"I would feel sorry for the poor chums who spawned the devil-"
Rinoa slapped him. Hard. Squall stopped in midsentence and felt the hard stinging arising in his cheek. He violentely jolted forward as the sleek black car jolted to a stop. Squall winced as Rinoa picked up her short-and-sweet skirt, and slammed the door on him, heels clicking loudly on the
pavement behind her. Squall followed her, matching her walk.
"Rinoa, wait! RINOA!"
She momentarily stopped her thunderous pace, to give him a brief glance over the shoulder that clearly said, 'Say anything further and I scream 'Rape!'.'
"Look, I- Aven- you don't-"
"Why don't you just shut the HELL up about my BROTHER, and leave ME ALONE!"
Squall stood in silence, rubbing his cheek gently. Passerby's and spectator's looked at them oddily, muttering things like 'sounds like a lover's bout to me' and 'good girl doesn't deserve him' and 'its just like the last episode of General Hospital!'.
A soundless bird flapped its wings into the night sky, blackness enveloping its wings. Squall Leonhart had officially just screwed himself.
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"And that, class, is how we junction a GF," Quistis turned around sharply, eyeing every one of her students. Most of them had either fallen asleep or were gazing at her, taking in nothing that she said, but more rather how she looked. Quistis gave a tired sigh.She had returned to her teaching positon, but it was only for Tuesday and Thursday night classes. Late night classes. The young woman erased the board, clapping the chalk off of her hands. Her long, golden hair fell with every movement she made, and the boys especially in class made note of this. The woman's beauty was daringly fair, and Quistis knew that.
She sighed. But never beautiful enough for him...
"Alright class, you are dismissed," She waved them off tiredly, taking a seat on her comfortable swivel chair. (AN: Man, do I love those things! Wheeee!)
The students filed out of the classroom, leaving nothing but empty chairs and a barren atmosphere.
Quistis laid down her head to rest on her folded arms, preparing to fall asleep in the open textbook, but not before a young man could pop his head through the open door. He quietly made his way over to the unexpected teacher, and plopped down on the desk itself. Quistis lifted her head and said rather flatly,
"I said class is dismissed. Dissmissed!" She waved him off as she had the other students before, but not before double taking. Quistis eyed him over as he shot her a beautiful smile that made her breath catch.
He looks oddly familiar...
"I'm not in your class...Advanced." He flashed his identification card. "So, I see you're energetic this evening," He gazed at her thoughtfully as the woman spaced out on him. Quistis noticed his familar black hair and those eyes...where had she seen those eyes before? He continued to look at her strangely. Raven-black bangs fell in front of his face. He was absolutely gorgeous.
"Hello? Am I talking to myself here, or do you just have a thing against students?" The young boy waved a slender hand in front of her crystal-clear blue eyes.
"No, no, just spacing...Have we met before?"
"If we had my darling, it would have very well been in our dreams," He winked at her, and started humming Sleeping Beauty's 'Once Upon A Dream'. As he started walking towards the door, he slammed a post-it note against the sturdy wall, and then left. Quistis pondered slightly, as she went to pick up the neon-colored adhesive. She gagged in surprise as she read it aloud.
"985-6234,"
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The dark man once again took a drag on his rollet as he looked around the dark street corner. A bar on his left, a barren ally on his right. Ahead of him? Darkness, and probably a couple of houses, but nothing more than that. He waited in silence, waiting for anything, waiting for any sign of nothing and everything all at the same time. Some things were not right, and yet were perfect. The man couldn't explain it as his head swirled with the noxious fumes that encircled it.
His long black trench coat dragged on the ground as he plummeted through the night, making small chantings underneath his breath trying to draw out his daemon. (AN: Daemons are not demons from hell as most of you are probably thinking right now, they are like guardian forces, except they are part of your soul) It didn't work, but he was too tranced right now to notice it. The attractive man made the sign of the cross, but did it backwards. The metal clinkings of symbols and warnings to devils and angels alike rang through the crisp air.
Too bad for
God
Too good for
Lucifer
Rejected by all
Living not in
Black
Living not in
White
But doing so in
Grey
The man repeated this enchantment to himself as the world became a blur. A giant red ship whizzed past his ear, but he gave it no mention. He traced his fingers over the letters engraved in the giant sign that said,
Welcome to Balamb City.
He collapsed as the ship made a lurching sound. It hurtled backwards towards the ground about forty feet from him. Some woman and man frantically exited into the parking lot where he fell, silent tears still rolling down his cheeks as the two approached. The amulet that had his name on it broke as he started another fit of silent tears. No emotion was making or becoming of these tears, and yet they fell. Forever more, leaving the soul and entering the physical world, these placid tears of silver. His tears. Astral's tears.
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Ok, well, I hoped you all liked it better than the other chapters. It was certainly better since I've been going to writing classes to improve my writing (O.-) I'll be rewriting the first two chapters soon, but if you've already read them it's still the same concept with more literary to them, so there's no need to reread them again.
Also, you'll find out what happened last night withSquall and Irvine...
One more thing before I say goodbye though...I know that I have like 5 different elements going on at once! You don't need to tell me, because they'll be tieing up in the next chapter. (Most of them anyway)
Bye! -