A/N: Beware! Rampant imaginations have been set free! Cover your virgin eyes!

Hell Hath no Fury…

Four sets of eyes. One set concentrating on three, trying to figure out why the other three were even in the same room as he without invitation. The other three not wondering about anything, other than the fact that they were turning beet red and they were going to die of a heart attack from seeing their new roommate. A hot and very wet roommate.

Squall kept looking back and forth between the three new arrivals, suddenly realizing the object of their interest; him. He suddenly felt like he was on display. He turned away from the three, walking briskly away from the encounter point, but didn't make more than one step. It was because he had started walking with both hands, and since it was with both hands, nothing was holding his towel up.

He only made one step when he realized his tragic mistake. He felt the towel begin to fall, but saved it, and his pride, by grabbing onto the edge that fell, but the towel was already half off, and showing a rather…firm side of him. He pulled the towel back up rather quickly when he heard three very distinctive gasps, and one thump, but didn't bother to turn around as he was now jogging up the stairs and into his room, slamming the door roughly.

Squall had never been so embarrassed, and so exposed, in his entire life.

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From where Rinoa, Quistis, and Selphie were standing, an angel had shown itself, a LOT of itself, and had run away as fast as it came.

When they saw that towel fall, it was in slow motion for the three astonished women. It was enough to see one the hottest guys on Hyne's green earth, but to see him come fresh out a shower, lock eyes onto the three of them, stare, and to have his towel fall off at such a time, and run away with slight hue to his face, was a blessing reserved for Hyne herself.

When they all heard that door close, their imaginations were set loose, running rampant throughout their minds, conjuring up as many scenarios as possible, each alone, and each woman with her own favorite.

Rinoa was staring at the ground, cheeks flushed, mind wild. She was imagining the towel falling completely off, the man not bothering to pick it up. He grabbed her by the waist and placed her upon the kitchen counter, suddenly kissing her, doing things that involved a lot of crashing plates and bowls…She smiled to herself and closed her eyes, hugging herself and swaying lightly from side to side. It was needless to say what went on from there.

Quistis kept staring at the spot where the guy was situated, looking at the puddle that had accumulated when he was frozen in time. She kept staring at the small lake, her mind wandering to the bathroom. She imagined herself in the shower, taking her time, until she heard the door swing open. The man walked in, tugging his towel off and making his way into the shower with her. She knew she would never get clean this way…She closed her eyes as well, letting her head drift back and slowly swing around, her mind playing out her fantasy.

Selphie had fallen onto her bum after seeing the guy's towel come off halfway. She had died and gone to Heaven and fell back down to Earth in one go. She looked at the door that was slammed so forcefully, imagining what was going on behind it. She saw the man come back out, still towel clad, coming down the stairs, walking slowly until he stopped in front of her and grabbed her hand. He pulled her up the stairs with him and through the open door. Selphie let herself fall back onto the floor, closing her eyes and letting her mind run rampant like the other two women.

None bothered to notice the elevator work its way back down and back up again, this time with two young men chatting amiably about something. They pulled up the guardrail and walked in.

One was wearing some baggy jeans and a tight black shirt that showed off his muscular features, even if he was short, he was still fit. His hair was spiked up at the front, and a tribal tattoo along the side of his face, making his light blue eyes stand out.

The other was wearing a long brown duster, with a deep violet shirt that matched his eyes, and brown tight pants that matched his duster. Although his hat was certainly a darker brown and covered his long auburn colored hair.

They became silent as they saw three strange looking women standing around a short distance from the bathroom. The two men looked at each other, and found a silent agreement as they walked like cats around the three. It was noticeable that they were 'thinking' about something when all of their eyes were closed.

They noticed that one was swaying slightly, smiling like there was no tomorrow. The one next to her had her head back, swinging it slowly around and licking her lips. The one on the floor was more interesting, seeing as how she was completely flat and slowly wrapping her arms around herself.

Zell just looked between the three, turned to Irvine, shrugging heavily, confused look on his face. Irvine just smiled knowingly, knowing exactly what was going through their heads. He looked to Zell, who looked like he had been stuck on a question in a quiz.

He gestured his head back and slightly down. Zell looked in that direction and saw a small puddle of water. There were drying tracks leading from the bathroom.

He was still confused.

Irvine saw this and just sighed inwardly. He pointed to the bathroom, then back at the room at the top of the stairs. He then made a walking motion with his hands, motioning to the bathroom. He then acted out a little shower, and wrapping of a towel. Then more walking motions. This time pointing to the three, preoccupied women. He then made a walking motion coming from the bathroom, freezing it in place, while his other hand motioned to the women again. He then held his hands out, trying to get an understanding out of the blonde.

Zell nodded slowly, suddenly letting it dawn on him. "I still don't get it." He whispered.

Irvine just sighed again, placing his hand on his face and rubbing it. He placed his other hand on Zell's shoulder and shook his head. Irvine suddenly opened his uncovered eye. He had a Cheshire cat-ish smile on his face. He turned to Zell and whispered in his ear, careful not to disturb the three fantasizing women.

Zell smiled just like Irvine. They both faced the three women. At that time the door to Squall's room opened quietly. Squall walked out and noticed the two plotting men. He raised his eyebrow in suspicion, but it and his small gesture went unnoticed as the two men walked stealthily behind the three and to the kitchen sink. Squall knew what was going to happen next, so he just placed his fingers in his ears and closed his eyes as tightly as he could.

Irvine had one hose from one side of the sink, while Zell had the other from the other side. They looked at each other and nodded, they pointed the hoses at the three daydreamers. Squall opened one eye at the wrong time only to close it just as fast.

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Three shrill cries were heard throughout the entire downtown area. People from neighboring buildings looked out their windows and in the direction of the screams. Those down below on the sidewalks and those driving in cars suddenly looked up at a dark apartment building from where they thought the screams came from. Little did they know as to why screams like that would be heard around the city.

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Rinoa, Quistis, and a now standing Selphie were looking with shock written across all of their faces. They looked to one another, trying to figure out what the hell had happened and why they were soaking wet.

They were all in the middle of their daytime fantasies about a certain young man when it became cold and wet as hell. They glared at the spot where the towel-clad hottie had been, then up the stairs. They saw him standing there dressed in black leather pants and white shirt. He had his arms crossed and an emotionless expression on his face. He gestured with his elbow towards the kitchen area. The three women looked.

They saw two men, one looking like a cowboy, the other like a muscle man, both laughing like hyenas and leaning on each other for support. They were holding onto their sides trying to ease the pain of laughter. Their faces became cast as they saw the three harpies glare at them. Not women, harpies. Sharp claws and all.

Zell and Irvine realized they had forgotten something. After every prank done on a woman…run like hell. They looked at each other for a second, thought, and said in unison, "Run."

And ran they did.

They bolted across the bottom floor running like gazelles being chased by a cheetah, just no speed or coordination.

Rinoa, Quistis, and Selphie each sped after the two culprits, ill intentions on their minds. They would pay dearly for interrupting their fantasies. Even if they were somewhat erotic. Well maybe not somewhat, but they would still pay with their lives.

Zell and Irvine split up, each going a different direction in the massive loft. Rinoa and Selphie going after Zell, Quistis going after Irvine alone. The tow guys ducked, dodged, and dove like they were in Vietnam and they were intent on escaping it. What guy wouldn't run away from a peeved woman who had Hell's intentions on her mind after disturbing one of her greatest fantasies?

Squall was still standing at the top of the stairs, holding his hand on his forehead. He knew he should have stopped them, but they needed to be put in their place once in a while, if not once a month.

He sighed and walked down the stairs, careful to dodge flying pillows and vases. As long as they didn't rip anything that was leather furniture-wise, they could cause as much destruction as they wanted. He needed to redo the loft anyways. In the distance he heard a muffled cry and something shattering. He then saw Zell running behind him, two of the women in hot pursuit. He moved himself in slightly to avoid being clipped.

He found his way to the kitchen, replaced to two hoses, the two weapons of mass disturbance, and found a banana lying in wooden bowl. As soon as he lifted the bowl, Irvine came running by, he snatched it and used it as a helmet to prevent any brain damage. The blonde woman came running through with a vase in one hand and a small glass statue in the other, intent on using both to do some 're-education'.

Squall peeled back the banana and began eating in peace during the middle of a war in his loft. A war between roommates and old friends. He walked over to the center of the sofa in front and popped a squat. He kept eating his banana, searching for the remote. He looked from side to side, until it flew above his head.

He looked in the direction it flew. It hit Zell on the head, who had a spaghetti strainer on, and was still running. Apparently one of the women had found the huge bag of marbles Zell had forgotten one day and began pelting him.

He saw the raven-haired woman pick up the remote and throw it through the air, but Squall sat up and grabbed it mid-flight. If that remote broke and he had to get up to change channels on that huge-ass television, he would be the weapon to destroy them all and end this little war.

He started to flip through the channels, trying to find something worth watching for a change. 'Over 700 channels and nothing to watch. Why did I even bother getting this?'

He kept flipping through channels, finding odd tidbits like building bridges and whatnot. He even found a channel that described the habits off Malboros when they weren't breathing on you, or eating you for that matter.

He kept searching until he heard someone scream out in pain. He looked around until he saw Irvine running around, stumbling into things and not looking too coherent. Squall then saw the blonde woman run up behind him and use the rest of the glass statue on his head. Apparently the wooden bowl didn't give much help.

Squall looked on in wonder. 'I actually liked that statue, it was kinda nice to have around.'

Irvine just grinned like an idiot until he shook his head quickly. He regained his composure and resumed his running when he saw the blonde holding a hammer.

Squall looked around for Zell until he saw him come around a corner and fall like an idiot after slipping on marbles scattered all over the floor. He groaned in pain and got up quickly before bolting away again, strainer and all. He saw the other two women still chasing him, the dark haired woman holding a nail gun, the smaller one having a sledgehammer. 'It looks like they found my tool closet.'

Squall got up quickly and stood in front of the two women, stopping them in their tracks. They looked on, stunned that he would help his friend after what he did. He grabbed the two tools, put them off to the side, and grabbed two heavy frying pans off of the clips above the kitchen counter. He gave them each one pan, then moved back to his seat on the couch.

"SQUALL!" Zell screamed before taking off, clutching onto the strainer for dear life. The two women tore off after him again, intent on making scrambled eggs out of his brain.

Squall resumed flipping through channels, until he heard his cell phone ringing, but it sounded muffled. He got up and began to search for it, looking under the couch pillows and cushions. Well, what was left off them. He kept digging around until he heard it beep off, telling him he missed the caller, but got a message instead. That's when he heard it.

Squall turned around fast and saw a knife fly through the air, landing in the wooden drink tray that Irvine was holding up for a shield. 'I guess it's true…Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn. Or in this case, knife throwing skills and general pissy-ness.'

Squall turned back around and resumed his channel surfing, pausing only to look at how much had to replaced, and to see if anyone needed to go to the hospital yet. He looked off to the side and saw a bag of cheese puffs lying there, unopened. He grabbed it and began to chow down. All the action that was going on around him was making him hungry.

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After four hours of chasing, dodging, diving, shielding, pelting, slamming, and knife-throwing, the five exhausted people came to a rest in the living room, the only unscathed place in the loft. Everything else was ruined or destroyed, scattered about like the stars above.

Squall was still surfing the channels, eating what was left of the cheese puffs. He had gone through the whole thing ten times and found nothing of interest, so he had settled on watching the animal planet. He was watching something about chocobos. He wasn't really interested though, he was watching his two friends and three roommates pant and heave, severely exhausted from chasing and being chased. The girls being on one side, guys on the other, with Squall in the middle.

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Rinoa's hair was plastered about her face, her clothes covered in plastered from where she had used the pan on a part of drywall. Selphie was the same way, except her hair was flat on one side and curved up on the other. Quistis' hair was mostly out of her clip, looking just as worn as the others, and her pants were torn in some places, probably from a couple of wall corners.

Zell and Irvine weren't as lucky as the three maidens from Hell.

Zell's shirt was torn in many places, showing off the many bruises he had gotten from the flying marbles of doom. He also had an ice bag on his head, thanks to Irvine who had gotten it for him, due to the fact that Squall had replaced the construction tools with cooking utensils, heavy cooking utensils.

Irvine was more or less the same way; ice bag on his head, and violet shirt ripped in some places. His hat reflected how hard Quistis had nailed him on the head. He also held his left arm, because that was where she had used the hammer on him.

Squall just looked back and forth from the girls to the guys, amused look on his face. He turned back to the tv, small smile beginning to form on his face.

Everyone was relaxing, nursing their wounds, or watching tv when they heard him.

A soft chuckle, being stifled by a hand. Everyone looked at Squall, who had his hand over his mouth, holding it tightly. He saw everyone and took his hand down, serious look on his face. They all began to watch the tv again. Then they heard it again.

They looked back at Squall who had a small smile forming on his visage. It didn't last long though as it grew across his face, teeth showing brightly. He then looked down, trying to hold in his laughter, but to no avail. He burst out laughing, shocking the others.

Irvine and Zell looked to each other, then back at Squall who was holding his sides, lying sideways on the couch. Then they looked to the women sitting across from them. They had the same bewildered looks on their faces, looking to one another for the reason behind the silent man's temporary insanity.

It dawned on them all.

They each began laughing lightly, each understanding the hilarity in it all, until they all started laughing hysterically.

For four fours, the women chased the guys, while one just sat out, trying to find something remotely interesting on the massive television screen. Various tools and weapons were used, even if they were meant to make food and decorations.

Everything was a mess, looking like a hurricane had spawned a million tornadoes and had wreaked havoc on the enormous loft. Chunks of wall were missing, marbles were scattered about on the floor, along with pieces of glass and pottery.

When Squall regained his body from laughing so hard, he sat up and wiped his face of tears from laughing so much. He saw the other's laughing beginning to subside, and replaced his face with his ordinary look.

"So…" he began as everyone started to settle down, "who's going to be cleaning this mess?"

Everything suddenly became quiet.

A/N: Well, first meetings are the most memorable in most relationships, right? So why not make this one memorable? Things are going smoothly with the relationship poll, seeing as how most people are leaning towards a Quall, although a Squinoa is still fighting back, but Squelphies are coming up short. Come on people! Keep those reviews coming in! And keep voting on who gets the lone wolf Squall! Now…R&R!

I'm due for shoutouts! This is for Chapter ONE!

Thorn Willowfly: I'm glad you're my first reviewer! Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy stuffs! Heehee! Thanks!

Cailin: Yeah, I see what you mean. I hadn't actually intended for it, but it came out. I'm a little partial to Qualls, but I'm gonna be impartial this time around and let the readers decide who gets him. Thanks for the review! ;P

Maat: In a sort of way they are, and I think Squall does have a chance with Selphie or Rinoa, but I'm still gonna let the readers take over that department. And there is no need to hide. I'm gonna pound anyone who harms my readers! Quall-lovers or not! My readers are important to me! Thank you! Heehee!

Zero Touma: Heehee! I like them too. TY!

Luis: Yeah they are in a sense, and the voting is still going on!

ME: Yes you! And even though Squalphies are coming up short, don't give up! People are bound to realize what a good couple Squall and Selphie are. And I'm remaining impartial to the story until the vote is over, which reminds me…thank you!

Magical Girl Pretty Sammy-Chan: I noticed when I read one of your stories. I forgot which one but stories like yours are my inspiration for writing. I always like romantic thingys, gives me the warm fuzzy feeling all over. Heehee! I'm gonna try to make it 3rd person from anyone's view. So keep a close eye out! TY!

Platonic1: TY! Yay!

Lucentia: TY! Are you a Quall-lover? Lol!

Ruby-Weapon: TY, I thought that was a good part too, but we have to let the votes decide for #3.

RaineValentine: YAY! Don't stop reading just cuz it might not be a Quall. It'll be a good story all around, so stay put and keep reading! I'm nothing w/o my readers! WAH! Oh well. Heehee! TY!

Enigma-chan: I know what you mean! Haha! TY!

Bluey booze: TY! Every story has to start somewhere eh? Did I mention TY?

Yuuhiuzumaki narukure: We have to let the votes decide! So get your friends into it too!

Spring's Rose: TY! Haven't had anyone say that before, so thank you very much! I am soooo gonna continue this.

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