Love is a Funny Word
Chapter Five: He loves me, he loves me not
Disclaimer: See other chapters for it. Oh and I don't own the restaurant "Maradei's" It's Deplora's.
(A/N: What up guys? I have nothing better to do so I might as well start on this chapter, am I right? Of course I'm right, I'm always right. starts laughing uncontrollably ANYWHO, on with the story!!!!!!)
The ringing of the telephone interrupted his thoughts, and he turned cerulean eyes to the off white phone, it rang again, echoing off the colorless walls. He gulped down the lump in his throat, and nervously glanced at the clock. His eyes strayed to the phone again as the ringing sounded yet again. He finally reached over and slowly picked it up in the middle of the third ring, his hand shook as he raised it to his face, dragging the other hand across his sweaty forehead.
"Having fun?" A deep voice asked sharply. His eyes widened as he recognized the voice. He didn't answer right away; instead he closed his eyes, and then looked up to the clock.
"Hello?" The deep voice asked again, clearly getting annoyed. He gulped; he wasn't supposed to call yet! His mind yelled at him. His eyes never leaving the clock, getting mesmerized by the low ticking noise as the second hand moved.
"Why are you calling so soon?" He asked, trying to sound brave and bold, but failed. There was a low chuckle on the other end of the phone.
The chuckling stopped, "I can call whenever the hell I want to!" He winced under the rising voice. His eyes snapped over to the door as knocking was heard. There was silence on the other end.
"What the hell was that?" Silence, "Did you tell them where you are?. . . Answer me dammit!!"
He gulped, "I don't know who it is," he whispered in a rush. There was a pause, and he was sure that he was taking a draw on the ever present cigar, "Don't, open, your, fucking, door. Got it?" He gulped again, looking at the clock as the knocking deceased. Suddenly there was a crashing sound as the door was forced open. A dark figure stepped into the doorway. His eyes widened as his eyes strayed to the rifle in his hands.
At the other end of the phone, the mysterious man set his almost finished cigar on the ashtray as he listened. His emerald eyes widened as he heard the steady stream of gunfire, mingled with a blood curdling scream.
"NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" The pale white phone dropped soundlessly to the desk top; a lone cigar falling to the black carpeted floor, making a soft thud.
Yuffie's head shot up from the ant she was poking with a stick, as gunfire was heard, pretty close by. Ignoring the ant that was now probably deformed for life; Yuffie stood up and walked out from behind the pile of crates in the Third District. She exited the alley in time to see a man, clad in black slacks, dark blue collar shirt, finished off by a black leather jacket with black boots.
Her mouth fell open at the sight of the rifle slung over his left shoulder. She quickly ducked down out of sight behind a dumpster. Hearing no movement, she slowly raised her self up so only from her eyes and up was visible. He was standing in the same position; his head upturned toward the sky, as if he was looking for something in the sky.
Yellowish-green eyes suddenly met indigo. Yuffie gasped and turned around with her back against the dumpster. Her breathing came out shallow and short. Her eyes were shut tight, hoping against fate that the strange man hadn't seen her, but after a minute of silence, she sighed, relief washing over her. That flicker of hope was doused, as step, after step of those heavy boots was heard, walking slowly towards her. Indigo eyes snapped open, wide with fear, for her life. Shaking, she wrapped her arms around her shivering body; as she slowly shook her head back and forth mouthing, "No, please go away, just please go away."
The footsteps stopped on the other side of the dumpster, and Yuffie's breath stopped. A second later, a hand shot out and grabbed her by the throat, and brought her up to his face as lightning flashed and rain started. His face was fierce, livid and murderous looking. Yuffie squirmed in his grasp, her air supply slowly being cut off.
"What the hell are you doing?" Yuffie's eyes widened. Then lightning flashed and she felt a sharp pain in her arm. That's about the time she screamed. He brought the knife up, prepared to bring it down upon her. His eyes, laughing at her; he leaned down, so his face was merely a scant inch from hers.
"Goodbye." He whispered.
"NOOOOOO!!!!" She screamed as the knife went back and. . . . The rain was coming down in torrents of what seemed like walls of water; soaking her to the bone. All her clothes stuck to her skin like they were originally stuck there with wood glue. Her eyes were shut tight, everything that had happened in her life flowing through her mind like a graceful river being disturbed by an unwanted hurricane, producing tidal waves that rose up to the sky, then returned back to the surface of the river; striking it, and displacing a football field of water. Causing the formerly calm river to overflow onto the never ending blackness of what once was a green field, fertile with trees, grass, and plants. She was brought back to reality when the pain didn't come. Instead she was pulled out of his hands, and she looked up to those cobalt orbs, the lion pendent glinting in the moonlight. She wrapped her arms around his middle and pressed her face into his back, still shivering uncontrollably.
She waited for them to start fighting, but she heard the heavy boots slowly disappearing into the rain soaked night. Leon sheathed the gunblade, then turned around and knelt down as Yuffie fell to her knees.
"Are you okay?" He asked in a soft voice. Their eyes met, and she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and his arms went around her waist, pulling her shivering body to him in a tight embrace. She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, willing the tears away, and welcoming the warmth from his body.
After a couple minutes, she pulled away, wiping the tears off her face with the back of her hand.
"Are you hurt?" He asked, again in the soft voice. She nodded and looked down to her still bleeding arm, where he had stabbed her. Leon gently picked it up, and revealed the bleeding cut as lightning flashed, illuminating the whole alley. She winced as he gently touched the fresh wound with his forefinger. The pouring rain managed to clear away most of the blood. He brought a role of gauze from his jacket pocket and tenderly wrapped up the cut.
"Come on." He stood up, and then put his hand down for her to take. She stared at it for a moment, unsure as to why he's acting so nice. Her mind yelled at her that he's just playing with her feelings, but her heart was shouting the opposite of her head.
Her eyes strayed up his arm to his face. Their eyes met, and they gazed at each other for what seemed like eternity. She finally brought her hand up and slipped it into his outstretched one. He pulled her up to a standing position. She was less than a foot away from him. Realizing their hands were still joined, she blushed and looked down to the ground. Silence endured until an explosion; they both were thrown against the wall at the end of the alley where they're standing. Yuffie closed her eyes and covered her face with her arms; as debris rained down upon them.
They both stood up and looked at each other than over where the flame roared up illuminating the alley. Yuffie's eyes drew wide, and Leon turned to her.
"What is it?" He asked in a quiet, serious voice. Her eyes stayed fixed on the flames that seemed to be licking the night sky. Not being able to form words, she didn't move.
"What do you think happened? He asked in a small voice.
"I don't know," She whispered, slowly looking up to him "I just don't know."
Knock knock.
. . .
Knock knock.
Moan, what the heck?
Knock kno-
"WHAT?!?!" Yuffie yelled exasperatedly, sitting up long enough to throw her pillow at the floor, and then lay back down, and pressed her face into Squall's back, because she now had no pillow.
"Come on! Wake up you two!" Aerith yelled through the connecting door, still pounding loudly. Groaning Leon rolled away from Yuffie, got up and walked into the bathroom; muttering curses about waking up to damn early.
Yuffie growled, rolling onto her back; then grabbed Squall's pillow and covered her face with it. Ignoring Aerith's futile attempts to get into the room; she breathed in Squall's scent with a deep intake of breath. She sighed as the smell of rain water, and the soap he uses rushed into her nostrils. She closed her eyes, only to her someone clear their throat. She snapped her eyes open and sit up to stare into Squall's, whose giving her an incredulous look. Two seconds later, she had thrown the pillow to the floor and Leon watched as she jumped off the balcony and disappeared.
Confused at her actions, he scratched the back of his head while muttering, "Was she smelling my pillow?" still staring at the balcony doors.
"Ah Hah!" He turned to see Aerith standing triumphantly with one hand on the door knob, and the other holding a hair pin up in the air, her arm outstretched in front of her. He raised an eyebrow at her, and she looked around the room confusedly. Looking back to him, she let both her arms drop to her sides.
"Where'd Yuffie go?"
"I don't know."
"That . . . was . . . too . . . damn . . . close!" Yuffie gasped between breaths. She rested her head on the brick wall behind her, and then let the rest of her body slump against the wall as well. Once she calmed down slightly, she stepped away from the wall.
"Damn the way you smell Squall!" She screamed in a shrill voice to the empty alley.
"Am I, interrupting something?" A deep voice said from the entrance to the alley; from the sound of the voice, he was greatly amused. She whipped around to see Guyet leaning against the wall with his arms folded in front of his chest. A grin plastered on his slim face. She sighed and walked over to him, and together they made their way out of he alley.
"What was that all about?" She sighed.
"Don't ask." He smiled. They were about to push through the doors to the 2nd district, he put a hand on her arm to stop her. As his hand fell off, she turned to him.
He took a deep breath, "Can you meet me at the Italian restaurant, Maradei's; at about 6ish?" She thought for a moment.
"Formal?" He nodded. Then she smiled; trying to push Squall to the back of her mind.
"I'll be there." He smiled a toothy grin.
"Alright, seeya then." Then did something she didn't expect. He leaned over and gently kissed her on the cheek. She put a hand on her cheek as his figure disappeared into the chilly night. Sighing, she pushed through the doors, wishing with all her might, that it was Squall that had kissed her.
(A/N: My god that sucked. Sorry about that, and the delay for the update. But I have the next chapter started, so expect it sometime this month, maybe. Review please!!!!)
Chapter Five: He loves me, he loves me not
Disclaimer: See other chapters for it. Oh and I don't own the restaurant "Maradei's" It's Deplora's.
(A/N: What up guys? I have nothing better to do so I might as well start on this chapter, am I right? Of course I'm right, I'm always right. starts laughing uncontrollably ANYWHO, on with the story!!!!!!)
The ringing of the telephone interrupted his thoughts, and he turned cerulean eyes to the off white phone, it rang again, echoing off the colorless walls. He gulped down the lump in his throat, and nervously glanced at the clock. His eyes strayed to the phone again as the ringing sounded yet again. He finally reached over and slowly picked it up in the middle of the third ring, his hand shook as he raised it to his face, dragging the other hand across his sweaty forehead.
"Having fun?" A deep voice asked sharply. His eyes widened as he recognized the voice. He didn't answer right away; instead he closed his eyes, and then looked up to the clock.
"Hello?" The deep voice asked again, clearly getting annoyed. He gulped; he wasn't supposed to call yet! His mind yelled at him. His eyes never leaving the clock, getting mesmerized by the low ticking noise as the second hand moved.
"Why are you calling so soon?" He asked, trying to sound brave and bold, but failed. There was a low chuckle on the other end of the phone.
The chuckling stopped, "I can call whenever the hell I want to!" He winced under the rising voice. His eyes snapped over to the door as knocking was heard. There was silence on the other end.
"What the hell was that?" Silence, "Did you tell them where you are?. . . Answer me dammit!!"
He gulped, "I don't know who it is," he whispered in a rush. There was a pause, and he was sure that he was taking a draw on the ever present cigar, "Don't, open, your, fucking, door. Got it?" He gulped again, looking at the clock as the knocking deceased. Suddenly there was a crashing sound as the door was forced open. A dark figure stepped into the doorway. His eyes widened as his eyes strayed to the rifle in his hands.
At the other end of the phone, the mysterious man set his almost finished cigar on the ashtray as he listened. His emerald eyes widened as he heard the steady stream of gunfire, mingled with a blood curdling scream.
"NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" The pale white phone dropped soundlessly to the desk top; a lone cigar falling to the black carpeted floor, making a soft thud.
Yuffie's head shot up from the ant she was poking with a stick, as gunfire was heard, pretty close by. Ignoring the ant that was now probably deformed for life; Yuffie stood up and walked out from behind the pile of crates in the Third District. She exited the alley in time to see a man, clad in black slacks, dark blue collar shirt, finished off by a black leather jacket with black boots.
Her mouth fell open at the sight of the rifle slung over his left shoulder. She quickly ducked down out of sight behind a dumpster. Hearing no movement, she slowly raised her self up so only from her eyes and up was visible. He was standing in the same position; his head upturned toward the sky, as if he was looking for something in the sky.
Yellowish-green eyes suddenly met indigo. Yuffie gasped and turned around with her back against the dumpster. Her breathing came out shallow and short. Her eyes were shut tight, hoping against fate that the strange man hadn't seen her, but after a minute of silence, she sighed, relief washing over her. That flicker of hope was doused, as step, after step of those heavy boots was heard, walking slowly towards her. Indigo eyes snapped open, wide with fear, for her life. Shaking, she wrapped her arms around her shivering body; as she slowly shook her head back and forth mouthing, "No, please go away, just please go away."
The footsteps stopped on the other side of the dumpster, and Yuffie's breath stopped. A second later, a hand shot out and grabbed her by the throat, and brought her up to his face as lightning flashed and rain started. His face was fierce, livid and murderous looking. Yuffie squirmed in his grasp, her air supply slowly being cut off.
"What the hell are you doing?" Yuffie's eyes widened. Then lightning flashed and she felt a sharp pain in her arm. That's about the time she screamed. He brought the knife up, prepared to bring it down upon her. His eyes, laughing at her; he leaned down, so his face was merely a scant inch from hers.
"Goodbye." He whispered.
"NOOOOOO!!!!" She screamed as the knife went back and. . . . The rain was coming down in torrents of what seemed like walls of water; soaking her to the bone. All her clothes stuck to her skin like they were originally stuck there with wood glue. Her eyes were shut tight, everything that had happened in her life flowing through her mind like a graceful river being disturbed by an unwanted hurricane, producing tidal waves that rose up to the sky, then returned back to the surface of the river; striking it, and displacing a football field of water. Causing the formerly calm river to overflow onto the never ending blackness of what once was a green field, fertile with trees, grass, and plants. She was brought back to reality when the pain didn't come. Instead she was pulled out of his hands, and she looked up to those cobalt orbs, the lion pendent glinting in the moonlight. She wrapped her arms around his middle and pressed her face into his back, still shivering uncontrollably.
She waited for them to start fighting, but she heard the heavy boots slowly disappearing into the rain soaked night. Leon sheathed the gunblade, then turned around and knelt down as Yuffie fell to her knees.
"Are you okay?" He asked in a soft voice. Their eyes met, and she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and his arms went around her waist, pulling her shivering body to him in a tight embrace. She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, willing the tears away, and welcoming the warmth from his body.
After a couple minutes, she pulled away, wiping the tears off her face with the back of her hand.
"Are you hurt?" He asked, again in the soft voice. She nodded and looked down to her still bleeding arm, where he had stabbed her. Leon gently picked it up, and revealed the bleeding cut as lightning flashed, illuminating the whole alley. She winced as he gently touched the fresh wound with his forefinger. The pouring rain managed to clear away most of the blood. He brought a role of gauze from his jacket pocket and tenderly wrapped up the cut.
"Come on." He stood up, and then put his hand down for her to take. She stared at it for a moment, unsure as to why he's acting so nice. Her mind yelled at her that he's just playing with her feelings, but her heart was shouting the opposite of her head.
Her eyes strayed up his arm to his face. Their eyes met, and they gazed at each other for what seemed like eternity. She finally brought her hand up and slipped it into his outstretched one. He pulled her up to a standing position. She was less than a foot away from him. Realizing their hands were still joined, she blushed and looked down to the ground. Silence endured until an explosion; they both were thrown against the wall at the end of the alley where they're standing. Yuffie closed her eyes and covered her face with her arms; as debris rained down upon them.
They both stood up and looked at each other than over where the flame roared up illuminating the alley. Yuffie's eyes drew wide, and Leon turned to her.
"What is it?" He asked in a quiet, serious voice. Her eyes stayed fixed on the flames that seemed to be licking the night sky. Not being able to form words, she didn't move.
"What do you think happened? He asked in a small voice.
"I don't know," She whispered, slowly looking up to him "I just don't know."
Knock knock.
. . .
Knock knock.
Moan, what the heck?
Knock kno-
"WHAT?!?!" Yuffie yelled exasperatedly, sitting up long enough to throw her pillow at the floor, and then lay back down, and pressed her face into Squall's back, because she now had no pillow.
"Come on! Wake up you two!" Aerith yelled through the connecting door, still pounding loudly. Groaning Leon rolled away from Yuffie, got up and walked into the bathroom; muttering curses about waking up to damn early.
Yuffie growled, rolling onto her back; then grabbed Squall's pillow and covered her face with it. Ignoring Aerith's futile attempts to get into the room; she breathed in Squall's scent with a deep intake of breath. She sighed as the smell of rain water, and the soap he uses rushed into her nostrils. She closed her eyes, only to her someone clear their throat. She snapped her eyes open and sit up to stare into Squall's, whose giving her an incredulous look. Two seconds later, she had thrown the pillow to the floor and Leon watched as she jumped off the balcony and disappeared.
Confused at her actions, he scratched the back of his head while muttering, "Was she smelling my pillow?" still staring at the balcony doors.
"Ah Hah!" He turned to see Aerith standing triumphantly with one hand on the door knob, and the other holding a hair pin up in the air, her arm outstretched in front of her. He raised an eyebrow at her, and she looked around the room confusedly. Looking back to him, she let both her arms drop to her sides.
"Where'd Yuffie go?"
"I don't know."
"That . . . was . . . too . . . damn . . . close!" Yuffie gasped between breaths. She rested her head on the brick wall behind her, and then let the rest of her body slump against the wall as well. Once she calmed down slightly, she stepped away from the wall.
"Damn the way you smell Squall!" She screamed in a shrill voice to the empty alley.
"Am I, interrupting something?" A deep voice said from the entrance to the alley; from the sound of the voice, he was greatly amused. She whipped around to see Guyet leaning against the wall with his arms folded in front of his chest. A grin plastered on his slim face. She sighed and walked over to him, and together they made their way out of he alley.
"What was that all about?" She sighed.
"Don't ask." He smiled. They were about to push through the doors to the 2nd district, he put a hand on her arm to stop her. As his hand fell off, she turned to him.
He took a deep breath, "Can you meet me at the Italian restaurant, Maradei's; at about 6ish?" She thought for a moment.
"Formal?" He nodded. Then she smiled; trying to push Squall to the back of her mind.
"I'll be there." He smiled a toothy grin.
"Alright, seeya then." Then did something she didn't expect. He leaned over and gently kissed her on the cheek. She put a hand on her cheek as his figure disappeared into the chilly night. Sighing, she pushed through the doors, wishing with all her might, that it was Squall that had kissed her.
(A/N: My god that sucked. Sorry about that, and the delay for the update. But I have the next chapter started, so expect it sometime this month, maybe. Review please!!!!)