HELLO! I gave re-birth to this once deleted story. The only thing that has changed is chapter three. So everything but chapter three is unchanged. Everything. Chapters one, and two have not been modified because there was nothing wrong with them. Just a note for the few people that actually read this before it was taken off.
Gneo: Disclaimer: Oh, I should probably say that I do NOT own any of the Final Fantasy characters, GF's, or any other crap. And if I did, Zell would wield a two-ton retarded chainsaw. (Sorry Zell fans, no offence)
Shattered Memories
Chapter One:
De ja vu?
The sound of steel clanging echoed throughout the training center. Not even a T-Rexaur dared to interfere with this fight.
"So, you give?" Seifer asked sarcastically, smacking Squall on the side of the face with the flat of the gunblade, knocking him down. Seifer then pointed the tip of his gunblade at Squall's throat.
"Never." Squall said. He grabbed the flat side of Seifer's gunblade and concentrated on cold. Really cold. He sent a shockwave of blizzard magic up Seifer's gunblade, freezing both the gunblade, and the arm holding it with a very thin layer of ice. Seifer stumbled a step back, Squall jumped up, and shoulder charged Seifer, sending him back a good ten feet. Squall used this time to retreat, and pull his own gunblade out of the ground. But it took too much time, because when Squall finally pulled it loose, Seifer had lifted his frozen arm, and smashed it down on a nearby rock, freeing his once-frozen arm.
"Nice trick, Squall old boy. Here is mine." Seifer lifted his gunblade-free arm, and pointed his hand out at Squall, his palm starting glow red. "Please read and review."
Squall was thrown back, as the fireball hit him in the chest.
"GET READY!" yelled Seifer, as he ran up to Squall. Squall sat up just as Seifer landed a heavy downward slash right in the middle of Squall's face. Blood splashed onto the ground. Squall looked up, and saw his own deep crimson-red blood on his rival's sword. And it filled him with rage. Then something came to him, like he had been in this situation before. A long time ago. But the rage came back and pushed the forgotten memory out. Still sitting, Squall kicked Seifer hard in the gut, which made him drop his gunblade, and stagger back a few feet. Squall took the opportunity, pushed himself up with the help of his own gunblade, and ran up to Seifer, dragging his gunblade on the ground, sending sparks flying into the air. Squall used all the energy he had to send his gunblade upward to Seifer's face. Seifer tried to jump back, but failed as the rising blade caught him right diagonally in the face. Blood flew through the air, and rained down on the ground, staining it with a red glow. This time it was Seifer who hit the ground, on his back. He also hit his head on the same rock that he used to shatter the ice off of his frozen arm. Squall dizzily walked over to Seifer, and pointed his gunblade at his throat.
"Do you yield—whoa…?" Squall held his throbbing head, suffering with heavy blood loss. When he took his hand off of his head, he saw five of his own blood-drenched hand, and five Seifers lying on the ground. The blood-loss was distorting his vision. Squall pointed his gunblade at the Seifer on the far right.
"Do you yiel-y-ye…" THUMP. Squall hit the ground right next to Seifer.
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Gneo: So, I know that this is a very short first chapter, but the second will be longer. Gimme a break! This is my first chapter. So review it please. Please?
O.J. did it.