A/N: Sorry about the lag in updating thingys, but you know the traditional deal with lag. School, work, over-agitated parental units…the usual in a blossoming teen's life. XD. But anyways…on with the story!
Midnight Excursions
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The time was approximately 1:09 in the morning, Deling Western Time.
The date was unknown, because no one bothered to put up a calendar.
The place was the residence of Squall Leonhart, Rinoa Heartilly, Quistis Trepe, and Selphie Tilmitt.
But the only one up at the time was Squall.
He had awoken in the middle of the night because the Call of Nature couldn't be put on damn hold till the sun came up and bothered the hell out of everyone. So he had to linger on his own, in the middle of the night, clad in his blue chocobo clad boxers. The little devils had the words 'Wark!' written all over the damn place.
If Squall could, he'd cut a hole in everyone of his chocobo boxers to remove the sickeningly cute bastards, but then he'd have to go shopping for a whole new wardrobe of underwear. Not to mention that he would have to go commando for a few days. So he decided that he could live with the little cretins if no one saw them.
As the half-asleep, half-naked Squall walked to his room, yes he was half-naked, he had the distinct feeling that someone was watching him. He turned his eyes towards the section of apartment that held his three roommates.
Icy blue orbs met his. Although this set of blue eyes was jagged with redness. One would think she just came out of a smoke shack. She continued to gaze into eyes until he sighed and continued his trek towards the stairs to his room.
"Squall?" she called. It was loud enough for him to hear, but low enough so as not to disturb the others still asleep.
He slowed to a halt in front of the stairs to his room. He looked up the stairs, secretly longing that he was hearing things and that the blue chocobos on his boxers were to blame, but then again he didn't want to leave Quistis standing there like an idiot.
He turned towards her and met her gaze, only to see the top of her head. She was silently shaking. He lowered his head so that he could see her face, but she turned away before he could decipher the cause of her shaking. When he heard a stifled snort, the jig was up.
"What in the hell are laughing at?" he queried.
"Blue chocobos?" she snorted out, barely able to keep her laughter in check. If she could laugh as loud as she wanted to right now, she would wake up the whole damn neighborhood along with any nearby countries.
Squall looked down onto his boxers, noting the blue devils that littered them. He looked back up towards Quistis, who was trying her damnedest not to laugh her ass off and wake up some other roommates.
But she didn't notice was that one of them was already up.
Selphie had cautiously hidden herself behind the corner of the hallway, closely watching the interaction of Quistis and Squall with much amusement.
Quistis had finally managed to stifle her laughing, but still retaining a brilliant smile. Well that's what Squall thought anyways. He couldn't place it, but he could feel a sort of radiance from her smile, even if it was as dark as the insides of a chocobo's ass. He could also pinpoint exactly where her eyes were looking.
Straight into his.
Quistis felt her heart rising up into her throat, a solid lump being formed there. She swallowed once, an audible gulp being heard only by those present. His eyes were locked onto hers, and she was unable to tear away from them. He held her with only a look. Until his hand slowly snaked around her slender waist.
Squall had no idea what he was doing. At first he couldn't stop staring at the woman, now he was putting his arm around her? What in Hyne's name did those damn blue chocobos on his underwear do to make him deserve this!
Selphie watched with a piqued interest as Squall had managed to get not only one, but TWO arms around Quistis' figure. The only other thing that was on her mind at the moment was why she didn't have a video camera to record all this.
Quistis was at a severe loss for words. She had no idea what Squall was doing, but yet she wasn't about to object either. She wanted to say something, and when she opened her mouth to say it, nothing came out. The only thing that was happening was the look that was on her face, a mixture of shock, joy, and longing.
Squall knew she wanted to say something, otherwise her mouth wouldn't be hanging precariously open and her looking like a damn trout. So he did the next best thing that would cause her to stop thinking and keep her mouth shut…in a sense.
He kissed her.
If Selphie's jaw could have hit the floor, it would've gone through all the remaining floors in the whole building. Her jaw was gaping, and one could see a tad bit of drool hanging beginning to drip from that jaw.
'Why in HYNE didn't I have a camera?'
A little further down the hall, one could see a shadow move from the doorway to the room that belonged to one Rinoa Heartilly.
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The time was approximately 8:08 in the morning, Deling Western Time.
The date was unknown, but no one really cared what day it was as long as it was over quick.
The place was the residence of Squall Leonhart, Rinoa Heartilly, Quistis Trepe, and Selphie Tilmitt.
Everyone was up now, although they were all in various states of undress and bed riddance.
Selphie was going bonkers out of her mind wondering where she was going to get a camera to record her thoughts and to catch any other suspicious 'dealings' in the night.
Quistis was wide awake, staring at the ceiling above her, which doubled as the floor to a certain brown-haired, blue-eyed hottie of epic proportions. Homer didn't have anything on him! And why oh why was she kissed the way she was earlier in the morning.
She couldn't figure out why, but she was damn glad that she actually got kissed!
Rinoa meanwhile lay on her side, staring out the window that faced into the city. Her eyes were sullen, but she couldn't figure out why. She knew she had some type of feelings for the man residing above her in another room, but she thought of them only as friendly feelings, not feelings that deserve or warrant jealousy.
She rolled over on her other side, tired of looking out the window. She continued to think, just like Squall was doing right above her.
His eyes were scanning the horizon, watching the sun continue its rise into the sky. His mind wandered back to the event earlier in the morning. He continually pressured his mind in trying to find a reason as to why he did what he did, and why he had kissed her in that way.
He remembered at that point in time that telling someone to shut up was to block their mouth with something. His lips and tongue had to suffice.
And she did not mind at all. She was on the verge of saying something, but the taste of his lips was more than enough to shut her up and take a quick vow of silence.
Her mind raced with the thoughts and feelings that were acting as if the Deling International Speedway were their natural home.
Selphie however was still moping around as to why she didn't have a camera in the direst of needs. 'It was the perfect opportunity for blackmail!'
Rinoa though managed to get out of bed and put an extremely large white shirt on. Large enough to fit all three women inside plus some storage room. Even if she was not there, in a mental sense, she wasn't going to go around moping all day. She was going to do her best in looking like normal.
'Psh. Yeah right…'
As she was walking out of her room and making her way towards the kitchen, she heard an unfamiliar tune playing on what she thought to be a piano.
She forgot everything about what she supposed to do for the day, and went instead to follow the sound of the beautiful music coming into her ears. She found herself slowly walking up the stairs to Squall's room.
She noticed the door was open, a change from what it usually was, dead-bolted and dresser-reinforced.
She peered in to find Squall sitting alone next to his bed, playing on a piano that was cleverly hidden inside the wall of his room. Even if it was electronic, it sounded as good as a normal piano.
He was playing a soft melody, one she knew of, but forgot the name of it.
She noticed his eyes slowly going over the keys, his hands playing over the keyboard effortlessly. It was when he stopped and looked at her dead in the eye was when she broke out of silent reverie.
His blue-grey eyes almost piercing her heart and looking straight into her soul. That was what she felt like of course. But what she and the other think is never what he is thinking.
'What the hell is that woman doing in my room without permission!'
"May I help you find a quick and painless way out of here? Or have you forgotten that you live here as well?" he asked abruptly, no sign of emotion in his voice, other than the one of dripping sarcasm.
"No, nono, I was just listening to you play. It was very beautiful. Where'd you learn to play like that?" she asked quietly.
"From my mother. She always played the piano when I was thinking about things. So it helps me think."
He stood from his seat and silently walked to the window, crossing his arms and focusing his gaze to somewhere out on his left.
She looked at him with curious eyes, and when she was about to ask him where his mother is, she thought better of it and decided to keep it to herself. But he had also wanted to ask something of her. Well, not ask but to clarify.
"So you saw me and…um, Quistis last night eh?" His gaze was still focused on something to his left, but in truth his gaze was fixed on the reflection of Rinoa. He watched hang her head down a bit and noticed her foot beginning to trace circles in the floor.
While her foot traced circles in the floor, her mind began racing with thoughts of how he noticed her and why he was bringing up something like this.
But what raced through Squall's mind was how in the hell he was able to say something like that to anyone other than his sister.
'What in the hell is wrong with me these days! First I'm kissing people for absolutely no reason, now I'm revealing oh so important factors in my life! WTF?'
His left eye managed to twitch a little with that last comment and hoped that Rinoa didn't manage to see it. He looked back at her to see her still tracing a circle on the floor below her.
"Are you going to burn a circle into my floor or are you actually going to say something?"
She lifted her head at his comment and blushed furiously. She felt like the heat from her cheeks would melt her face off. But that was before she started to feel a tad bit woozy.
He noticed her balance beginning to waver and a very brief look of worry crossed his features. She started to swoon side to side, until of course gravity took its natural course and planted her head into the floor. And when I say planted, I mean planted.
Squall looked over her fallen body once, before beginning to move to pick her up off his floor before she actually grew roots. But when he picked her up he noticed something.
She had pink chocobo spotted underwear on.
Squall could feel a slight warmth in his face, and a smile working its way onto his features. But he steeled his features and prevented that smile from getting to his mouth. The only way that he would allow such a smile to grace and blemish his features would be to take a stick of dynamite and blow it on there.
But there wasn't any dynamite lying around so the smile would have to try another day.
He walked over to his bed, Rinoa snug in his arms, and began to place her gently into his just made bed. He cursed the fact that he had to mess up his bed just to accommodate a fainting woman, but there was a part of him that actually didn't mind.
Once he felt that she was in a comfortable position, he walked back over to the window and resumed his gaze into the city that was his home.
He heard the door whoosh open and turned quickly around to metaphorically bite the head off the person who dared entered his lair without permission, but his head biting would have to wait.
His mouth tried to form words, but none would come.
There she was, the woman he had kissed earlier that morning, with the most shocked look upon her face. She looked at Squall with questioning and death-dealing eyes.
This guy had some explaining to do.
Squall placed his face in his right hand, praying to Hyne that he would be allowed to jump through the window.
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A/N: Phhhbbbttt!
