Hello all, thank you all so much for your lovely reviews. For the one person who suggested it, in the futureI will try to put more detail into my fights with as much enthusiasm as possible.

As I forgot to say in Chapter 1 ( I was to busy writing it and stuff that I forgot) :

I do not own any of the characters and places and etc. in this story, and da dee da dee da, you people know what I mean.

Well Anyway enough of me blabing... Here's Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The Girl Behind The Mirror

The Balamb Garden Infirmary was run by the level-headed Dr. Kadowaki. She often was told that her level mindedness was the reason why she was hired. One couldn't have a Doctor panicking if there was a bomb in the Garden. That would be the worst person to panic! So, as you can imagine, it was very hard for Dr. Kadowaki to actually get the job. Now she handled the job so well, she actually ran the whole Infirmary by herself, right down to the bills.

In fact it was rumored that Dr. Kadowaki doesn't sleep, which was lucky for the two gunbladists that were rushed into the hospital early one morning. They both sported identical cuts on their noses, except for the point that they were pointed in opposite directions, and were both bleeding profusely. One, the blond and hot-headed Seifer (whom Dr. Kadowaki knew only a bit too well), was awake and fuming, while the other, a young man she wasn't sure she hadn't seen in the Infirmary before, was knocked out from the blow to his head.

The boy who had brought Seifer and his companion in said that he caught then just as the one cut Seifer's nose. He said that just as he was running up, the young man gave Seifer a bewildered look, and then fell flat on his face. Dr. Kadowaki told him to put the unconscious man on the bed, and then she thanked him, and told him to go on with whatever he was doing.

Seifer, after being told that he would be fine, complained quite a bit about his newly scared nose. To him it was ruined. Dr. Kadowaki, wondering why he ever wanted to be in Garden if all he was going to do was complain about all the deforming injuries he has, told him that it makes him look more daring and sent him on his way. She was just finishing his opponent when he came to.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"…… OK." he answered.

"Take it easy next time, you hear?" Dr. Kadowaki looked down into his eyes with a small, dim flashlight. "Looks like your eyes are focusing. You should be fine. Say your name for me."

"Squall."

"Why don't you take it easy in training? Next time you might not be so lucky."

"Tell that to Seifer."

"That Seifer…Won't listen to anyone." Dr. Kadowaki crossed her arms "Why don't you ignore him?"

"I can't just run away."

"You wanna be cool, huh? Well don't get hurt in the process. Let's see, your instructor is…" She waited for him to fill in the blank for her.

"Quistis." He mumbled after a moment.

"Quistis! I'll call her now. Just wait here a minute."

Squall watched as Dr. Kadowaki had her conversation with Quistis. Though he couldn't hear what Quistis was saying, he got the basic idea from Dr. Kadowaki's answers.

"Quistis?"

"Come get your student."

"Yes, yes…"

"His injury is not serious. It'll probably leave a scar."

"Right, now please come by."

Squall got up into a sitting position on the hospital bed. Across from him was a tinted window, in which Dr. Kadowaki could watch people without their knowing, unless they really looked as Squall was now. He was shocked to notice there was a person behind the glass, even though Dr. Kadowaki was on the other side of the room in plain sight. The person, obviously female by the silhouette, knelt down till she was eye-level with Squall.

"Squall…" she said, bewildering him completely, "So we meet again." She stood up properly, and walked out of Squall's view.

Squall was still bewildered when his instructor, Quistis, walked in. Quistis was a Garden prodigy. Only one year Squall's senior, she had been a SeeD at 15, which Squall was still working to get, and had her instructor's license at 17. It had only been a year since she got it. She was a striking woman, tall, with blonde hair. It was this and her weapon, the dangerous but awfully attractive (for men at least) whip, that had also gotten her a fan club called 'The Treppies.' It was named after Quitis's last name, Trepe, and for some odd reason, Quistis had somehow been able to ignore them.

Looking over to the recovering Squall, she shook her head with a sigh.

"I knew it would be either you or Seifer!" She said with a smile. Beckoning to the door she added, "Come on, let's go. Today's the field exam." Squall grimaced, and followed her out of the Infirmary.