Requests

Updated: 2009.11.10

Disclaimer: Sue if you want, you'll waste more money on the lawyer than you can get from me.

Story Summary: AU, Rinoa never joined forces with the Children of Fate to bring down Ultimecia. Now the world is recovering. How will the fated couple find each other in the mayhem? Squinoa Seftis Selvine ZellxLibraryGirl(literally)

Chapter Summary: The Galbadian Council requests Rinoa attends school to help her learn how to run the country.

Tidbit: There are 7 references, name the 7 and what they're from. HINT it helps to know a bit about the computer industry.

Author Note: Well since nobody has attempted at the references I'll just list em all here…

Chapter 1: Simpsons (BART news network, The son; Lisa news anchor 1, The daughter; Maggie news anchor 2, The baby; Krusty the Klown, Krusty the Clown; Homer J. Simpson, The father; Scratchy, Itchy & Scratchy Show)

Chapter 2: Street Fighters (Edmond Honda, E. Honda; Cammy White, Cammy; Charlie Nash, Charlie Nash; William Guile, Guile)

Chapter 3: Video Music Awards 2009 (VMA, Video Music Awards; Mr. West, Kanye West; Mrs. Knowles, Beyonce Knowles; Taylor, Taylor Swift)

"Ms. President. We are overjoyed that you were elected to office."

Rinoa looked at the man. 'That suit doesn't look too comfortable.'

"Ms. President?"

Rinoa's focus shifted from the man's tie to his face.

"Yes, Mr. Allen?"

Mr. Allen frowned slightly; she obviously hadn't been listening to a thing he said. "Well, first of all I wanted you to call me Paul."

Rinoa's eyes widened in shock, 'Oh no! I'm making daddy look bad!' Rinoa quickly apologized, "I'm sorry Paul, this is just very sudden for me."

"I understand perfectly. It is why we, the Galbadian Council, would suggest the country invest in your education to help you get acquainted with politics and world affairs."

"Oh." Rinoa looked down. 'So everyone thinks I'm stupid.'

"Now, Ms. President, it won't be that bad. I've discussed things with both your father and Mr. William Gates, your secretary of state. They both feel this will be a great boon for both yourself and the nation."

"Okay." Rinoa replied. 'Boy am I easy to be pushed around.'

"Excellent. I can assure you the country will be left in good hands while you are studying." Paul paused for a moment, "Is there any particular school you are interested in attending? I'm sure the Galbadian treasury can get you into any school you so desire."

"Um, I'm not sure." Rinoa mumbled, she had never intended to continue school after high school. "What are good ones?"

Paul rubbed his chin. 'This girl sure hasn't thought much about making something of herself has she?' Paul sighed. "Well, there's always Deling's best, The Deling Academy. It's been known to churn out exceptional politicians. I myself went there."

Rinoa frowned. That's where her ex-boyfriend went. She didn't want to go anywhere near him.

Paul noticed the frown. "Or we could try the renown schools outside of Galbadia." Paul furrowed his forehead in thought. "I believe Esthar has a fairly good political program. Or maybe one of the Gardens Those things churn out more of a military type of politician though."

At the word 'Garden' Rinoa brightened up. "Balamb Garden?"

Paul was about to suggest Rinoa attending Winhill Finishing School when Rinoa finally spoke up. "Well, yes that would work except I'm not sure how comfortable you'd be in a foreign country's military academy. I was more referring to Galbadia Garden."

Rinoa didn't hear Paul. 'Balamb Garden! I can meet the fated 6! Maybe I can even date them!' Rinoa was completely lost in her own thoughts.

Paul noticed Rinoa's lack of attention and sighed. 'Balamb Garden it is.' He reached out to shake Rinoa out of her revelry.

Rinoa jumped back in fright upon the touch, glancing in all directions before realizing what had happened. "Oh, sorry, I was… er… I was thinking."

Paul just nodded. "Alright, Ms. President, I'll have our Education Advisor contact Balamb's admittance office. I'm assuming you're going to be applying as a student and not a cadet."

"Oh definitely!" Rinoa exclaimed with an excitement she hadn't felt since attending her senior prom. 'Boy that prom ended so horribly too.' Rinoa thought. "Oh, Paul! Can you tell Mr. Ballmer to see if I can bring my dog to Balamb Garden?"

"She wants what?" Mr. Ballmer couldn't believe his ears.

"She wants to attend Balamb Garden as a student." Paul spoke to his slightly balding friend. "With her dog."

"Paul, this is the premier military academy in the world. The best Garden! How am I supposed to convince them to accept Ms. Caraway? With her dog?"

Paul only shook his head, "I don't know Steve. I don't know."

"Steve!"

A man ran out of the elevator to Xu's secretary desk. With a quick salute he added, "Yes Ma'am?"

Xu frowned. She hated formalities. "The commander wants you."

Steve saluted Xu again and went to knock on the door labeled 'Commander Leonhart'.

He heard some shuffling of papers then the always annoyed voice of his commander bid him enter.

Again he saluted. "Commander Leonhart Sir! Jobs Officer Steven P. Jobs reporting for duty!"

Squall almost smirked. 'Figures we'd change the name of our admissions officer position to fit his surname.' Squall didn't reply to his subordinate. He merely held up an application he had just received. 'Received late.' Squall silently added to himself.

Steve took the folder from his commander and scanned over it before looking up at Squall quizzically. "Why do you have this one? This isn't a cadet application, it's a student application."

Squall didn't reply, he only glared at the man who shrank back as he realized that was the entire reason for him being in his commander's office.

"Uh, I guess I'll just take this and look over it with the rest of the applicants." Steve stuttered out as he backed his way towards the door. 'Damn, they don't call him a lion for nothing! He looks like he's going to eat me!'

Squall glared at Mr. Jobs one last time before turning back to his paperwork.

Steve took this as a dismissal and bolted out of the room and into the elevator. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he was safely back into his small office.

Not long after, his assistant entered. Steve Jobs handed him the new folder. "Put it in the computer. It got mixed up with the cadet applications somehow."

His assistant grumbled. He had already entered 17,000 student applications. Ever since the 6 returned from the Ultimecia Incident the applications had skyrocketed. The school only accepted 100 students a year. Before the incident they didn't even get 100 applications all the time.

"Oh quit grumbling Woz. It's a job. And one that won't get us killed." Steve berated his assistant.

Woz grunted and turned to his terminal. He quickly typed in his login, 'Steve Wozniak', password, 'apple'.

After ensuring that his assistant would follow through on his job, Steve Jobs left his office to grab a bite to eat. Every meeting with the commander was a nerve-wracking experience. He didn't care how the other 5 in his group claimed he was the nicest person in the world. He would swear they were all lying through their teeth.

Quistis walked down the aisle on her way to the cafeteria. She was excited. The school year would start soon and with it always came a new bunch of excited students. If only the excitement was about her course on Junctioning GFs, well, it was the History of Junctioning GFs now, and not on the eventual SeeD Ball held after every semester and every Field Exam.

Quistis noticed the admissions officer heading in the same direction as she was. She called him over. 'Why did we change the name from Admissions Officer to Jobs Officer? He doesn't administer the jobs in Garden, just the student admissions.'

Steve Jobs noticed Quistis' waving and came over.

"Hey Steve, I was wondering what the application pool looked like this year. Are we going to have a full class?" Quistis was curious, 'Last year we only received 50 applicants. Although it's always nice to not have to reject people, it was so sad when their yearbook came out.'

Steve just stared at Quistis.

Quistis tried to determine what that meant. "Either I have a hot dog sticking out of my ears, or something else is wrong." Quistis guessed.

Steve frowned, "Well, we will definitely have at least 100, instructor."

Quistis smiled, "That's great! We'll actually have a full class this year." She was overjoyed. It was always depressing when half the classes were empty, or when classes had to be cancelled due to not enough interest by the student population. 'Squall must be happy, on average 50% of the students end up becoming cadets.'

Steve's frown lessened upon seeing Quistis' smiling face. "Too bad we have to reject so many."

Quistis' enthusiasm died down, "How many are we rejecting? Last year we didn't reject anyone."

Steve had to hold back a laugh. Here, standing before him, was one sixth of the reason why the change had occurred. "Instructor, since last year, you and your group saved the world. Word gets around."

Quistis thought about this, 'Why was she always missing the important pieces of the puzzles? She was slipping.' Quistis looked back at Steve, "So how many are we rejecting?" She repeated timidly.

"Oh not too many…"

Quistis sighed in relief, "Good."

"Just about 16,900." Steve said with a smirk before vanishing into the food line.

Quistis just stood in the entrance to the cafeteria with her mouth hanging open. 'We're accepting less than 1% of the applicants?'

Quistis made her way to the table of her friends. Despite the group being so popular, everyone in Garden knew to leave them to their own table. They did after all defeat three sorceresses; a stupid Garden student or cadet didn't stand a chance.

"Hey Quisty!" Selphie exclaimed. Of their group of friends at the table, Selphie was the only one not eating. Instead she was playing musical chairs with the many empty seats while Zell stuffed his face as usual and Irvine used his straw to shoot small amounts of his soda at Selphie. Good thing he couldn't blow them far enough otherwise Selphie would have been very mad. Irvine's aim was perfect.

Quistis smiled at her friends as she took a seat in the one Selphie had just vacated as she continued her game of musical chairs by herself. Quistis sighed.

Irvine was the only one that noticed. "What's wrong?"

Quistis shrugged, "Oh, we're rejecting 16,900 applicants this year. Nothing too big."

Irvine's eye's bulged in their sockets. "I hope we're accepting the prettier ones."

Quistis glared at him. 'Always thinking with your dick aren't you?' She sighed again; she wouldn't be able to change him. She couldn't change Squall either. "Either way, I feel sorry for the Steves. They have to actually write all those rejection letters." Quistis referred to the admissions office pair, Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak.

"Oh I'm sure they'll be fine. You make it seem like they are doing the impossible. Like inventing the personal computer or something." Irvine scoffed.

"Leonhart." Squall waited with the phone held to his ear.

"Uh s-sir…"

Squall sighed. Why must people waste his time stuttering? "What?"

Squall could almost hear the man on the other end's heartbeat pick up it's pace. He was scared to no end. "Um, sir, this is Wozniak in the Admissions Office."

Squall groaned silently, 'Xu already told me that!'

Wozniak decided he was playing with fire and spit out what he had to say, "Well sir, we just received an application from Galbadia. They want their new president to be a student here. What do I do?"

Squall stared at the phone. 'They called me to tell me that?' Squall put the phone back to his ear. "Whatever."

"Oh, and she requested to attend with her dog."