A/N: For those who were curious, this is what actually happened before the previous chapter. Not that Rinoa's ever going to find out...
Special thanks to: Walker of Nothing, Bebedora, MaroonAngel of Darkness, and Rebekka. :)
~ People who met him for the first time always thought that he was either suffering from xenophobia, or just was an extremely antisocial teenager. Sometimes he wondered what her first impression of him had been, but he never asked her about it. ~
X. - Xenophobia
People who met him for the first time always thought that he was either suffering from xenophobia, or that he just was an extremely antisocial teenager (or a combination of those two). Sometimes he wondered what her first impression of him had been, but he never asked her about it.
It wasn't that he didn't want to know, but...
...
Whatever.
What a strange moment was it to think of silly things like first impressions, while he was being held hostage here... Squall didn't even know if he would make it to the next day. The human mind sure worked in weird ways. But perhaps the electricity overload had short circuited his brains. That would explain why his thoughts were so...disjointed and logical at the same time.
There were times that he wished he would just die already because of the excruciating pain. He still hadn't forgotten about that time when Seifer had been the one who tried to electrocute him, but this...this felt at least a thousand times worse.
And when he thought of her, he knew he had to hold on, no matter how hard it was.
Still, he wouldn't give out any information, no matter how strong the current was they were going to use...
Even if it meant that he would never see his angel again...
Time had become an illusion in this dark room, for Squall at least. He had no idea how long he'd been there, never mind how long he still had to be tortured before he was finally free to go. Not that it seemed like those guys - whoever they were - would let him go just like that. They'd been through so much trouble to be able to get him, the commander, the most useful person in this situation.
The last thing the brunet man thought about before losing consciousness was her perfect smile. Then, everything went black.
A/N: Next chapter: They were exactly like yin and yang; they complemented each other perfectly and were balanced. Or that was what she liked to think.