Disclaimers: I do not own the Final Fantasy 8 characters throughout the
whole story. They belong to Squaresoft so don't sue. This fiction is purely
for entertainment purpose only.
Author notes: Okay. I'm keeping my speech very short. (I like to blabber).This is an AU Squinoa fiction and I hope it'll be a good one. Please show your support by reading it and then send me your reviews. I simply love them.
You are the love of my life.
Introduction. (Just a short one.)
Squall Leonhart: A 17-19 year old guy (no one knows his exact age) working as a bodyguard in one of the world's best security company. Cold and serious.
Rinoa Heartilly: Daughter of the President Caraway of Galbadia. Slightly bad tempered and dislikes cold people. (Uh huh).
President Caraway: President of Galbadia. (Mhuahahaha I made him a president!). Loves his daughter very much. (He keeps a good relation with Rinoa in this fiction.)
Cid Kramer: Owner of the security company Squall's working at. He is rich and famous but kind and loving. (Awww..)
Chapter 1: Prologue.
Deiling City.
"Sir, I believe you've heard the news today," a Galbadian army spoke.
"....Yes, and I'm well aware of what had happened for the past week," President Caraway answered. He sighed quietly and slumped back onto the chair. The past week had been a living nightmare for him and in fact, for the whole Galbadia. A resistance group was formed recently and they had been killing high rankings Galbadia officials in order to invade the country.
"...Who was the victim this time by the way?" Caraway muttered tiredly. The attack had caused chaos inside and outside Galbadia and had clearly taken a lot from him.
"General Martin, sir!" the soldier answered. Caraway grieved in silence. Martin was one of his best men all these while. "And sir?" the voice brought Caraway back to reality.
"What is it?" he asked.
"We found a note beside General Martin. It seems that they already set their eye on their next victim," the soldier continued.
"Who?"
"....."
"Who?!" Caraway raised his voice.
"..Miss Heartilly, sir," the soldier finally answered. Caraway stood up in shock. What they want from my daughter?!.
"That bunch of bastards! I had enough of these! I'm not letting them even get near to my daughter!" Caraway shouted in anger.
"Sir, please calm down. As a matter in fact, we had already hired the best bodyguard available in the world to protect her. The generals had had a meeting regarding this matter and they decided to take this decision. We're just waiting for your permission sir," the soldier claimed.
"...Perhaps that's the best. I don't like the idea of the whole bunch of army crowd around her the whole time. All right you have my permission. In the meantime, tighten up the securities in the city especially crowded places," Caraway spoke after much consideration.
"Yes sir!" the soldier saluted.
"And by the way, who's the bodyguard?" Caraway asked.
"Squall Leonhart, sir!"
"Ahhh...the best bodyguard in the business. So when is this Leonhart coming?"
"Tomorrow sir! We'll be meeting him at the railway station at 9.00am sharp and he'll arrived at the presidential palace at 9.30, sir!"
"All right then. Dismissed!" the soldier saluted one last time before walking out of the room. "I hope he will be able to protect Rinoa. Or else...," Caraway's voice trailed off.
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* Balamb *
"You ask for me?" Squall asked as he entered the office. Being the best bodyguard in the world, he always keeps his conversation short and get right into business.
"Ahhh, yes. There's a mission for you, Squall," Cid answered. He passed the file that he had read moments ago to Squall. After a moment of silent reading, Squall closed the file.
"I'll accept it," Squall answered.
"You'll protect Miss Heartilly as long as her life is in danger. As you've read, you'll be guarding her no matter the time and place. This is your ticket to Deiling city. The train will depart four hours from now and you'll arrive at 9.00am sharp the next day," Cid explained.
"What's the pay?" Squall asked.
"Let's see...5 million gils. You'll earned half of it," Cid answered. Squall nodded silently before proceeding to leave the room. "Squall?"
"Yes sir?" Squall stopped momentarily in his track.
"Try and relax sometimes. Enjoy more all right?" Cid advised kindly.
".....I'll try," Squall said before leaving the room. Half an hour later, Squall was seen in Balamb town shopping for bullets (for the gunblade) and restocking items. He then sat down on a nearby café and started to read the file about the mission again and again. (He's mad.) Three hours later, he was aboard the train and the journey to Deling City began. Squall lied down on the bed (he has a personal compartment) and closed his eyes. "Rinoa Heartilly," he muttered before slumping into deep sleep.
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I finished the first chapter! Hurray! I've been thinking bout writing this fiction say, round half a year but I never took the initiative to type it down. Thank god I finally made it. Now please tell me you're reading it by clicking the submit review button bellow. Thank you!
Author notes: Okay. I'm keeping my speech very short. (I like to blabber).This is an AU Squinoa fiction and I hope it'll be a good one. Please show your support by reading it and then send me your reviews. I simply love them.
You are the love of my life.
Introduction. (Just a short one.)
Squall Leonhart: A 17-19 year old guy (no one knows his exact age) working as a bodyguard in one of the world's best security company. Cold and serious.
Rinoa Heartilly: Daughter of the President Caraway of Galbadia. Slightly bad tempered and dislikes cold people. (Uh huh).
President Caraway: President of Galbadia. (Mhuahahaha I made him a president!). Loves his daughter very much. (He keeps a good relation with Rinoa in this fiction.)
Cid Kramer: Owner of the security company Squall's working at. He is rich and famous but kind and loving. (Awww..)
Chapter 1: Prologue.
Deiling City.
"Sir, I believe you've heard the news today," a Galbadian army spoke.
"....Yes, and I'm well aware of what had happened for the past week," President Caraway answered. He sighed quietly and slumped back onto the chair. The past week had been a living nightmare for him and in fact, for the whole Galbadia. A resistance group was formed recently and they had been killing high rankings Galbadia officials in order to invade the country.
"...Who was the victim this time by the way?" Caraway muttered tiredly. The attack had caused chaos inside and outside Galbadia and had clearly taken a lot from him.
"General Martin, sir!" the soldier answered. Caraway grieved in silence. Martin was one of his best men all these while. "And sir?" the voice brought Caraway back to reality.
"What is it?" he asked.
"We found a note beside General Martin. It seems that they already set their eye on their next victim," the soldier continued.
"Who?"
"....."
"Who?!" Caraway raised his voice.
"..Miss Heartilly, sir," the soldier finally answered. Caraway stood up in shock. What they want from my daughter?!.
"That bunch of bastards! I had enough of these! I'm not letting them even get near to my daughter!" Caraway shouted in anger.
"Sir, please calm down. As a matter in fact, we had already hired the best bodyguard available in the world to protect her. The generals had had a meeting regarding this matter and they decided to take this decision. We're just waiting for your permission sir," the soldier claimed.
"...Perhaps that's the best. I don't like the idea of the whole bunch of army crowd around her the whole time. All right you have my permission. In the meantime, tighten up the securities in the city especially crowded places," Caraway spoke after much consideration.
"Yes sir!" the soldier saluted.
"And by the way, who's the bodyguard?" Caraway asked.
"Squall Leonhart, sir!"
"Ahhh...the best bodyguard in the business. So when is this Leonhart coming?"
"Tomorrow sir! We'll be meeting him at the railway station at 9.00am sharp and he'll arrived at the presidential palace at 9.30, sir!"
"All right then. Dismissed!" the soldier saluted one last time before walking out of the room. "I hope he will be able to protect Rinoa. Or else...," Caraway's voice trailed off.
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* Balamb *
"You ask for me?" Squall asked as he entered the office. Being the best bodyguard in the world, he always keeps his conversation short and get right into business.
"Ahhh, yes. There's a mission for you, Squall," Cid answered. He passed the file that he had read moments ago to Squall. After a moment of silent reading, Squall closed the file.
"I'll accept it," Squall answered.
"You'll protect Miss Heartilly as long as her life is in danger. As you've read, you'll be guarding her no matter the time and place. This is your ticket to Deiling city. The train will depart four hours from now and you'll arrive at 9.00am sharp the next day," Cid explained.
"What's the pay?" Squall asked.
"Let's see...5 million gils. You'll earned half of it," Cid answered. Squall nodded silently before proceeding to leave the room. "Squall?"
"Yes sir?" Squall stopped momentarily in his track.
"Try and relax sometimes. Enjoy more all right?" Cid advised kindly.
".....I'll try," Squall said before leaving the room. Half an hour later, Squall was seen in Balamb town shopping for bullets (for the gunblade) and restocking items. He then sat down on a nearby café and started to read the file about the mission again and again. (He's mad.) Three hours later, he was aboard the train and the journey to Deling City began. Squall lied down on the bed (he has a personal compartment) and closed his eyes. "Rinoa Heartilly," he muttered before slumping into deep sleep.
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I finished the first chapter! Hurray! I've been thinking bout writing this fiction say, round half a year but I never took the initiative to type it down. Thank god I finally made it. Now please tell me you're reading it by clicking the submit review button bellow. Thank you!