Whirligig Descent
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, and all related characters therein belong to Squaresoft and Disney. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Following Squall (er, Leon) and his story of how the Heartless destroyed his world and how he got to Traverse Town. He sure knew a lot about the Keyblade, didn't he?
Author's Note: If you've never played Final Fantasy 8, you might not understand the beginning. Also, the title of this chapter comes from the opening cut scene in FF8. It's an approximate translation of the latin.
Chapter One "Children of Fate, fall into Darkness"
Balamb Garden was alive with sound and light as it got into full swing. Everyone in Garden from Headmaster Cid (A/N: not the Cid in the Accessory shop!) to SeeD to student had come, and most were enjoying themselves. Squall Leonhart, SeeD and savior of the world from the evil Sorceress Adel, remained in the corner, feeling quite uncomfortable with the crowd of people. He remained content to hang back in the shadows, hot and sweaty in his uniform, and watch everyone make a fool of themselves on the dance floor. His contentedness was not to last for long, for the seventeen year old Selphie seemed to have a radar that sensed it. Squall would not have minded so much if only she did not always mistake it for lonliness and anti-sociability.
Sure enough, the bubbly SeeD bounced over, a large grin on her face.
"Hey, Squall! Why are you back here? Come on and enjoy the fun!"
Squall just looked at her.
"Oh, Squall, don't look at me like that! I'm just trying to get you to enjoy yourself! You always look lonely and anti-social."
See?
"This...isn't my thing," Squall said, folding his arms.
"Oh, come on! Look! Even Seifer is out there!" Selphie tried, pointing over at the once disgraced student of Balamb.
".....So?"
"Squall, if you don't get out there right now, I'll drag you out there!" Selphie exclaimed, placing her hands on her hips. Squall's right hand sort of twitched to the side, and Selphie looked down to see that he had Lionheart, his gunblade, hidden by the wall. Did he go nowhere without that thing? Selphie gulped.
"Well, maybe I won't, but I'll get Irvine and Seifer over here and they'll drag you out!"
Squall sighed, knowing that that was a threat that Selphie could, and would, follow up on.
"........Whatever," Squall conceded.
"Yay! All right, good, now there's some people that I would like you to meet---" Selphie began, proceeding to grab Squall by the wrist and lead him into the room.
Half an hour later, Squall was beginning to wonder when Selphie would look away so he could make his break for it when he felt it. A sudden constricting pain in his chest. Grunting, Squall doubled over, his hands flying to clutch the area where the pain seemed to originate from: his heart.
"Squall? You all right?" Quistis asked, deep concern etched on her face. But Squall wasn't listening. It felt like a knife was stabbing into his heart, and he suddenly couldn't seem to catch his breath.
Squall cried out as another stab of agony stomped on his heart. Squall tried desperately to search his mind for Shiva or Quetzacotl, hoping to summon them so they could destroy whatever was attacking him. He began to panic even more as he found that he could not hear them in the back of his mind. He couldn't summon! He couldn't summon!
Blood flew out of Squall's mouth as he screamed, falling to the floor with a loud thump. By now he had attracted the attention of not only his squad and Seifer, but the entire Garden. Seifer and Zell were at his side, for only they were strong enough to contain Squall's thrashing.
He was vaguely aware of people trying to figure out was attacking Squall, what could make the great and invincible SeeD writhe in agony, but he was more concerned with the absolute terror and pain that he felt. But there was more than pain. He felt fear, and a deep iciness....as though he would never feel happy again. Depression and desperation. He would not survive this.....
Wave after wave of blood poured out of the corners of Squall's mouth, as though his body was trying to purge itself. Knowing that Squall could only injure himself farther if he continued on like this, Seifer grabbed his own gunblade and brought the butt of it over Squall's head, effectively knocking him out.
Seifer picked up his long-time rival and quickly ran to the hospital wing, his speed increased by the feel of weakened beating. Everyone was so confused and worried that no one saw the little creature in the shadows, melting into the floor.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, and all related characters therein belong to Squaresoft and Disney. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Following Squall (er, Leon) and his story of how the Heartless destroyed his world and how he got to Traverse Town. He sure knew a lot about the Keyblade, didn't he?
Author's Note: If you've never played Final Fantasy 8, you might not understand the beginning. Also, the title of this chapter comes from the opening cut scene in FF8. It's an approximate translation of the latin.
Chapter One "Children of Fate, fall into Darkness"
Balamb Garden was alive with sound and light as it got into full swing. Everyone in Garden from Headmaster Cid (A/N: not the Cid in the Accessory shop!) to SeeD to student had come, and most were enjoying themselves. Squall Leonhart, SeeD and savior of the world from the evil Sorceress Adel, remained in the corner, feeling quite uncomfortable with the crowd of people. He remained content to hang back in the shadows, hot and sweaty in his uniform, and watch everyone make a fool of themselves on the dance floor. His contentedness was not to last for long, for the seventeen year old Selphie seemed to have a radar that sensed it. Squall would not have minded so much if only she did not always mistake it for lonliness and anti-sociability.
Sure enough, the bubbly SeeD bounced over, a large grin on her face.
"Hey, Squall! Why are you back here? Come on and enjoy the fun!"
Squall just looked at her.
"Oh, Squall, don't look at me like that! I'm just trying to get you to enjoy yourself! You always look lonely and anti-social."
See?
"This...isn't my thing," Squall said, folding his arms.
"Oh, come on! Look! Even Seifer is out there!" Selphie tried, pointing over at the once disgraced student of Balamb.
".....So?"
"Squall, if you don't get out there right now, I'll drag you out there!" Selphie exclaimed, placing her hands on her hips. Squall's right hand sort of twitched to the side, and Selphie looked down to see that he had Lionheart, his gunblade, hidden by the wall. Did he go nowhere without that thing? Selphie gulped.
"Well, maybe I won't, but I'll get Irvine and Seifer over here and they'll drag you out!"
Squall sighed, knowing that that was a threat that Selphie could, and would, follow up on.
"........Whatever," Squall conceded.
"Yay! All right, good, now there's some people that I would like you to meet---" Selphie began, proceeding to grab Squall by the wrist and lead him into the room.
Half an hour later, Squall was beginning to wonder when Selphie would look away so he could make his break for it when he felt it. A sudden constricting pain in his chest. Grunting, Squall doubled over, his hands flying to clutch the area where the pain seemed to originate from: his heart.
"Squall? You all right?" Quistis asked, deep concern etched on her face. But Squall wasn't listening. It felt like a knife was stabbing into his heart, and he suddenly couldn't seem to catch his breath.
Squall cried out as another stab of agony stomped on his heart. Squall tried desperately to search his mind for Shiva or Quetzacotl, hoping to summon them so they could destroy whatever was attacking him. He began to panic even more as he found that he could not hear them in the back of his mind. He couldn't summon! He couldn't summon!
Blood flew out of Squall's mouth as he screamed, falling to the floor with a loud thump. By now he had attracted the attention of not only his squad and Seifer, but the entire Garden. Seifer and Zell were at his side, for only they were strong enough to contain Squall's thrashing.
He was vaguely aware of people trying to figure out was attacking Squall, what could make the great and invincible SeeD writhe in agony, but he was more concerned with the absolute terror and pain that he felt. But there was more than pain. He felt fear, and a deep iciness....as though he would never feel happy again. Depression and desperation. He would not survive this.....
Wave after wave of blood poured out of the corners of Squall's mouth, as though his body was trying to purge itself. Knowing that Squall could only injure himself farther if he continued on like this, Seifer grabbed his own gunblade and brought the butt of it over Squall's head, effectively knocking him out.
Seifer picked up his long-time rival and quickly ran to the hospital wing, his speed increased by the feel of weakened beating. Everyone was so confused and worried that no one saw the little creature in the shadows, melting into the floor.