Ahhh…. It's like heaven on earth. A nice bath, no more dirt and grim on my skin, no more sweat smell or the taste of grime in my mouth, for the first time in months I feel clean. Oh it's nice.
She ran her fingers through her hair, face pulled into a slight smile as she checked herself in the mirror fixing her hair, her skin radiant and smooth. Her red eye gazed into her own face as she tied the patch back over her hollow and nodded, she was dressed in a long nightshirt and laid out upon the bed, she felt wonderful. Her mind turned her to the door almost before the hand even connected with it to knock. She pulled the shirt a bit looser and moved to open the door, on the other side the first thing that hit her was the smell of roast beef and mashed potatoes with a side of steamed vegetables, in that moment her stomach tied itself in knots of hunger. She realized she had not eaten in a few days at this point…. The garden faculty member carrying the platter stood in the door way for a few moments while she inwardly struggled to maintain composure before he quietly cleared his throat.
"The commander says you should likely require a meal, so one has been brought." She moved out to the doorway and the member walked swiftly in to place it on the edge of the desk and then just as swiftly vanished out the door, leaving her without a word. She turned and moved slowly to the table, trying to maintain an Iota of dignity in her own mind as she devoured the food in what was likely the least ladylike manor possible, she barely paused to swallow as she nearly shoveled the food into her mouth. She barely paused with the hot potatoes long enough to breathe as she stuffed a slice of beef into her gullet, the vegetables were gone before one could even speak their names. The food, barely hit her stomach before she realized just how much she had eaten and fell back on the bed holding her guts as it felt ready to burst. She lay out on the soft mattress, her chest rose and fell slightly as she thought about what she had to accomplish, so much to do. Her mind wandered.
She thought back to the dying image of him. Of the knight, his white coat ripped and torn, destroyed and smeared with blood., his life slowly seeping from him as his great eyes looked up at her through the haze of blood loss and trauma, she could see the earth through his chest where the rifle had ripped him she could see the burns and gashes, all of them together spelling the end. She took a deep breath, her own pain forgotten in the haze of memory. She remembered the debris and dragging her Brother from it… both of them, she remembered moving that stone and finding him….. dead…. The pipe nearly splitting him in two. His bronze flesh beaten and sripped, his body twisted and mangled, but most of all she remembered his face, the look of horror, of anger, of sadness and pain. And she could barely hold her stomach down…. Then he had Spoken her knight, her brother, her friend. He had said those things. Even as the coppery fluid drained from his form he had used his last words not to praise his sorceress but to remember the better, and to beg forgiveness… it was Seifer…. Like she knew him, as he had been before any of it happened, before the Exam and the Failure, before that witch Riona and that Whore of a sorceress… she felt something warm on her cheek. Her hand held something clear and salty. She was crying. All the pain, all the hardship, she had never had time to Dwell upon any of it until now. And she so dearly wished she hadn't ever thought of it. She curled up, and hugged her knees as the sobs rocked her. She missed his smile, his words and his comforting arm. She missed her brother's funny little way of Working "you know" into almost every sentence, she missed everything about both of them. Everything felt so cold now, so lonely. It felt like the first day she had been at Garden…
She remembered their stares, their whispers… about the little girl, she was thin…. And her eyes were red, her hair silver and Flesh pale as snow. They called her Ghost. Even then she did not Speak much… they mocked her, laughed at her and teased her mercilessly. She had hated them, and they taught her to hate herself. She had spent many weeks, countless hours simply trying to be ignored, to be tolerated. Until she was a Young teen…. She remembered the exact day… they were teasing her again, during combat practice. They were ganging up on her during the mock battles, stabbing the back of her leg as he partner attacked her, knocking her down again and again. She was so sad, so mortified at the blond kid against her with his gunblade, that arrogant smile on his face. She had stood u and gotten a notion in her mind, she hadn't said a thing but when the battle started again she had slapped a horrified look on her face and pointed up. He had turned in and instant to look and in that moment she had blasted him clear across the room, upside down into a wall with Wind, she had smiled in earnest there. Someone else had laughed with her then, the Brunette kid… the other Gunblade…. Wait… the other boy laughing with her… it had been Squall; even then, he had been against Seifer really. She had never noticed. After that time however her opponent had become her friend… her only Friend, Seifer. And shortly thereafter Raijin had joined them, he too had been mocked, for not being the fastest learner they had made fun of him, mocked him and called him names when he made a mistake. That however it was different, she had stood up for him, and Seifer with her, they had helped him and gave him a place. The place they made was at the top, the toughest, the meanest, the most willing to do what it took, and that had made them what they had become. The Disciplinary committee.
A/N: Glass is now Complete and ended better than I dcould have wished for. ::aplause:: all hands to Mare-Mare for her great work. and seeing as how no one else reviewed that is my only shout out. sorry it took me a while to write this, I have a lot on my mind right now, deadlines seeping slowly closer and all. until next time, please Read and Review! Review! Review! I need to know if I am doing a good job, do you like the story!? How could it be better!? I don't know unless you tell me! Just tell me you liked it, two words would be cool with me! please!