Castles In The Sky Chapter 15
Wow my final disclaimer of the story. Im speechless. Its really sad to come to the end of all the disclaimers. I would like to thank all the other disclaimers that have given me this opportunity in the past, for example chapters 1-14. If it wasnt for them, I wouldnt have made it this far. Sniff. Also, thanks to all the small disclaimers in my life, you know who you are.
Now on with it: Neither I, nor any of my subsidiaries (which are my two kids), own the rights to Final Fantasy VIII or any of the characters. I do however, own Maude McCay, anyone want her? Please, she eats a lot of food around here. I swear she was looking at my husband the other night. I offered her to Square, but was immediately arrested; brother, get some humor multi-millionaire guys!
As Rinoa lay in bed, she felt warm sunlight drifting through the solitary window. Silently she thought, "eight oclock." Over the last few months, she'd learned to tell time by the direction of the sun's heat upon her body. Something that would have never registered before, now it was second nature. She inhaled deeply and opened her eyes, although the gesture pointless. It was habit, if nothing else. Events of the previous nights swirled through her memories; really, none of the actions had planned.
"God, Lauren was just a misunderstanding; did I loose my sight because of it, or gain knowledge of things around me that I would have never known? Would I have truly been thankful for all in my life had this not happened, or just taken them for granted?"
She had done that before, it was all too obvious now. Two years ago, Squall was supposed to fall for her, it was only natural, right? She had this undeniable charm and perky disposition. She was a damn 'princess' who always got what she wanted.
Now, more than ever, she understood how those around her perceived actions. Everything in her life had been according to her plan up until a year ago, when for once fate had stepped in with his plan. Coming back from Deling, a chain of events that would forever change many lives.
Looking back now, she could honestly say, she truly did despise him. Somehow, she could never say the word hate, for that was far from the truth. Oh, she did loath him for his actions, for what she thought transpired. However as a person, try as she might, unadulterated hate wasn't possible toward Squall. And Hyne, she wished she could have been. It surprised her back then, how the person she reviled the most in the world, was also the person she loved the most.
Rinoa still would have given her life for him without hesitation. In a way, she did. Fortunately, others viewed the life she gave as a selfish, spoiled brat. The life she was given in return, more wonderful than anything possibly imagined by mankind. Squall loved her, only her. Not for her looks or her position among the upper social class, but for the person she never knew. The one hidden behind just as many masks and layers as Squall once appeared long ago. He saw that person. Until, by some ironic turn of events, she finally opened her eyes only by losing them.
Last night, nothing serious was meant to happen. Just to be in his presence, just be together.
After the other three left, the two had in fact laid down to go to sleep. Okay after a little, or she guessed, a lot of making out. The idea of her and Squall making out almost made her laugh, even now. That was an adolescent term Zell would use.
Irvine on the other hand, stood by the ever-popular baseball references. First base, second base, etc... Rinoa never truly figured out the base definitions; just how far one would have to go to reach a certain base. She made a mental note to ask Irvine in the morning. Then again, Squall might not be happy about that so she decided on asking Selphie. Curiosity was killing her of what base she and Squall had made it to. Damn those teenage sayings.
It had been hours since she had settled down for sleep. Wearing just boxer shorts and a t-shirt, she simply didn't feel appealing. Although, she felt comfortable and that was what was important. For a while, she just lay against Squall's chest, experiencing every heartbeat and the echo each made throughout his body. Truly, it was a wonder, she could literally hear life around her, and never was it more precious. In all her time, she had never slept next to anyone, the feeling completely foreign yet far from unwelcome.
His fingers had gently played with her hair; each one sending a small sensation down her spine. Nevertheless, they lay there silent. Gradually his breathing became deeper and more rhythmic; she could feel his body slowly succumbing to the needed slumber. Every twitch, every move he made subconsciously she could feel. Finally, his fingers stopped twirling strands of brunette hair as he slipped into his dreams.
Silently Rinoa lay, unable to join him in the world of slumber. The room had a sound of its own. From the fans running, to the constant air conditioner that blew the cold air, which so contrasted with the heat of August. The alarm itself made a study humming noise that only one who was truly hearing could hear its call. Once in a while she could hear the footsteps of a stray student, or guest, passing through the hallway. Some she was sure, who were defiantly breaking curfew, on their way to the secret area no doubt.
The secret area, the thought brought back some of the greatest, and worst memories. It was there that she had told him her inner feelings, how she truly felt. But that was a year ago and the words fell on deaf ears. She knew now, it's truly easier for her to say the words, then to mean them. Because no matter whom she said them to in her youth, they never rang true until now.
But it was also the secret area where she felt her greatest regret. Beside from the entire Lauren misunderstanding. On that evening, she laid her feelings on the line, and he walked away. Oh not directly, that wasn't his style. Maybe a few years before her, but even he had grown since Ultimecia, if even by a little He just looked at her. Scared. While her words were not direct not an all out "I love you" they meant the same and he knew it. Not only was he not ready to reciprocate the words, he wasn't able to fathom the notion. So he walked up to her, placed a hand on her shoulder and said, "Rinoa I "
She didn't need anymore than that simple statement. She turned her back to him, much as she had done this evening on the balcony but when she turned around. He was gone. Neither of them talked about it again. That happened only a week before Lauren, for so long in her mind she figured why he didn't return the feelings. Never once were her assumptions correct.
He did love her. He just didn't know how.
Maybe now, the words rang true for both of them. They needed to live, to learn, before they could truly love. Both scared, both never knowing. At that moment, he shifted in his sleep, placing one arm around her, while lying on his side. It was as if the position was as natural to him as breathing. But, he had never slept with another, and that only deepened the meaning of the comfort they shared.
All of her thinking, although at the moment not so brilliant, made her thirsty she wanted to get out of bed and get a glass of water. Simple, right? Rinoa never thought about such ordinary tasks before while staying at Garden. She didnt want to disturb Squall from his slumber. Figuring this would be slightly difficult she moved his arm from her waist. But whoever said getting a glass of water was brain surgery? If she took an unhurried pace, and tried to remember where things were Plus she had the aid of Angelo. "Water should be easy, right?"
Arriving in the small bathroom was the simple part. Even finding the glass sitting on the edge of the sink proved not too difficult. Angelo stood faithfully by her side, as if protecting her from the greatest of enemies. But right now, that was only her ability to have faith within herself. As she turned on the water, Rinoa suddenly felt a bug fly by her face. On instinct alone, she turned to swat the infuriating creature. Thus causing her free hand to knock down the glass. The sound of breaking glass hitting the tiled floor, echoed throughout the almost barren dormitory
"Rinoa are you all right!?" The commander sprang out of bed, rushing toward the notorious crash.
"Um, yeah I just I just "
A thought crossed her mind at the speed of lightening; "Squall Leonhart is the Commander, the leader of SeeD. He's now doing the same work my maid for me back in Deling would do. He can't spend his career taking care of the blind girl. Damn it, he can't concentrate fully on his important duties while I am here."
The words pained her to say, but they rang true in her mind, "Squall, I cant do this to you."
"Its all right Rin. I never really liked that glass anyway."
"Stop!" Putting her hand out to further the advance Squall was making. "Thats not at all what I meant. You, Squall Leonhart, have been giving the responsibility of hundreds of lives. You alone are accountable for their safety, security, and their general well-being. How safe are they going to be if you have to concentrate all your efforts on your stupid girlfriend who cant fix a damn glass of water?"
"They are trained to take care of themselves; Ill take care of you."
"Youll take care of me!? I should be able to do that myself, and if I cant I shouldnt be in a situation where I could cause harm to you, our friends, or the other innocents here. Please Squall look at the entire situation, not just what we want. Be honest with me and yourself."
He ran his right hand through his hair, trying to find the best words for her. He wondered if anything he could say would make a difference, or if she were already gone. And he knew one thing, if she left, so would he. "Yes Rinoa, it scares me. You know how I feel having to depend on others or them depending on me. The first night after I found out that you lost your vision, I spent most of the night thinking. Continuing to go after you, I knew what the outcome could be, what the Hell I wanted it to be. Dont think I'd come this far and not have gone over every possible scenario a thousand times. Remember I plan battle strategies for a living."
Taking a few steps closer, he reached out his left hand. Gently, silently, he grabbed slender wrist, and then wrapped their fingers together. At first, she seemed hesitant, but shortly gave in. "But Rin how much better are the people of Garden, when I dont give a shit? Is that the headstrong leader you want in command? I know how goddamned hard this is going to be. You'll always be my first thought, but damn it, you always were. It doesn't matter if you have your sight or not. When it comes to you, Ive always been irresponsible: jumping in space, walking to Esthar, or not coming after you the day you left me. Rinoa I love you, I guess the question is do you want me to?"
"Yes Squall," her voice barely a whisper. She played with his fingers, feeling the contrast between the textures of the two skins. "Its just... so much." She let his hand go gently, lowering her arms to her sides. Cautiously, Rinoa backed herself a few steps into the bathroom corner, tears escaping her brown eyes. She took a moment to collect her thoughts, gradually raising her head. Squall could almost swear, even though she couldnt physically see, she saw deep into his soul at that very moment.
Tentatively, yet with a newfound confidence she simply stated, "I ... I need help getting a glass of water."
To anybody else, it was a straightforward declaration. Squall took it, not for face value, but for what it was worth. Rinoa was not truthfully asking for a glass of water, but help. The assistance she denied for so long. Not just aid with this meaningless task, but help for the rest of their lives.
His heart genuinely smiled at her, "I will help with a glass of water, today, tomorrow, forever."
"I know you will," she countered with lips forming the hint of a smile.
Walking toward her, he carefully took her in his muscular arms, carrying her back to the bed. "Squall, please dont leave me." She almost sounded like she was begging, and maybe she was in her own way.
"Im not leaving you Rin, just going to clean up the broken glass."
"No, dont leave me please."
Squall looked into her pleading eyes, her soul. Even though they could not see him, an emotional exchange took place without sight, without words. He, at that moment, realized it was not a request. It was an invitation to something more; simply stated, simple, just like him.
He lay atop her on the bed and began taking off her top, as Rinoa explored his upper body with her hands feeling every scar and every wound. When they reached the point they arrived earlier in the evening, Squall didn't back down. He let natural instinct take over where once logic only ruled. Cautiously, with awareness, he began taking off the rest of her garments. The ones that bound them. This was right, they were right. Making love to her tonight was right.
The sounds of seagulls flying over the peaceful ocean woke from Rinoa from her daydream about the previous night. So many things had changed; yet her knight was right there, lying next to her. Her mind drifted to the book her mother purchased that ill-fated night. Her life did reflect the story if one would look for the parallels in 'Castles in the Sky.' Only she had stopped searching years before the heroine in the book. She was only twenty now, but had lived a lifetime. Silently she closed her eyes tight, thinking how happy her mother would be. Rinoa had, in fact, found true and eternal love. Something that Julia had never managed to do. "I love you mother," she whispered as a single tear rolled down her pale cheek.
Next to her the sleeping form started to stir. Rinoa did feel a bit guilty from waking him from the much-needed slumber. Yet a larger part of her couldnt wait to hear his voice again. "Squall, its about eight, do you need to go work soon?"
Squall stretched his arms, waking from the perfect night before. He turned on his side toward her and gently put his arm under her bare back. Rolling over she placed her head against his chest, once again feeling his heartbeat. This was going to be her new favorite past time.
"Are you trying to get rid of me, already? I figured it would be at least twenty years or so before you felt that way."
Playfully she slapped him on the forearm, "Squall! I could never feel that way; you know thats not what I meant."
"I know Rin, just good to wake up with you." He paused to kiss her forehead. "But no, I dont have to go in; Cid is taking care of business today. Sometimes I dont understand that man."
"That man, lets try all men," she giggled. "Still dont understand what you were ever doing at the ballet. Or umm... that comment from Maude McCay about you being a good kisser."
He hid his face in her hair, trying to act like bashful. "Damn, hoping that one slid by you."
"Normally, I would be jealous if anyone told me you were a good kisser. Now Im just scared."
He buried his face deeper into her dark hair, tightly hugging Rinoa. His answer came back in a frightened child-like voice. "Rinny, it was so horrifying; worse than Ultimecia. She wanted me, I even saw her... well most of her cleavage."
"Squall, for the first time, you made me glad I cant see."
"No it was worse than that.... She kissed me. I even felt a little... tongue." He now held Rinoa even tighter; in return, she could do nothing but laugh aloud. "I needed to find out about you, so a little undercover work was needed. No pun intended. I went to her house and told her Irvine was interested in you..."
"Irvine!!! Why in the world would you tell her that Irvine liked me? First, youre kissing seventy-year-old women, and then youre setting me up with Irvine? Have you lost your mind Mr. Leonhart?"
"No, Rinoa I lost you and well, I couldnt tell her I was the one in love with you. She wanted me for herself, and you know what a stud I am. Couldnt hurt her feelings, didnt want to crush her dreams like that."
"Im going to be sick." She managed to mumble between laughs.
"And Rinoa, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me Mr. Leonhart?"
"Im sorry I forgot.... Commander Leonhart."
"Thats it young lady!" He rolled on top of her and pinning both of her hands behind her back. "Now youre in for it... again." He lowered his face to her neck and started kissing her lightly.
"Wow, Im sooo frightened. Is this how all SeeD punishments go; Mr. Leonhart, Mr. Commander, Sir?" Rinoa said still chuckling from the previous exchange.
"Only yours, only to cadets or civilians I am in love with. And the list starts and ends with you." He gently kissed her lips until all her laughter had subsided. Then it grew into a more passionate fervor, as he began kissing her deeper. For the second time, they shared their souls, along with their bodies.
Rinoa mused to herself, "Home-run! Least I dont have to ask Irvine about bases later..."
The group had congregated in Zell's dorm room. Although no bigger than anyone else's, save the commanders, it somehow had a unique, inviting feel only he could offer. Maybe it was the black light and the small disco ball that hung in the corner or the simple fact that he had furniture. Selphie and Lauren lay on their backs counting the little plastic glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. Quistis and Irvine were fighting over the rules of triple triad and Zell sat on his bed with his pet ferret close to him.
"Zell, why in the hell do you keep that ugly thing?" Irvine piped up.
"Maybe for the same reason Selphie keeps you."
A huge smile then illuminated Irvines face. Zell immediately realized where the cowboy's gutter-brain went, along with everyone else's. "Ah... wait a minute, that didnt come out right! You know what I mean." Everyone was laughing at the now infuriated martial artists comment, laughing even more at the way he was trying to get out of it. "Thats what I meant guys! I mean because it was ugly like Irvine... not for any 'other' reasons you perverts."
Selphie sat up and looked eye to eye with the ferret. Little beady eyes stared back at her. "I think its kind of cute. But whats the difference between a weasel and a ferret?"
Irvine couldnt help himself, "The weasel owns the ferret. The only difference physically I can think of . is about five foot three."
Quistis could tell Zell was getting very livid; because that is, in fact, what Zell does. Irvine on the other hand, gets Zell mad; that is what Irvine does. According to the instructor Trepe, they both still do it very well. Two years and a lifetime of this, Quistis still felt like she was officiating the wrestling team with these two.
"First Seifer and Squall, now these two? Will it ever end? Do I really want it to?" Therefore, in her best big-sister voice she announced, "Boys dont make me get out the record albums... anymore from either of you and it will be five hours of Copacabana."
"Yes Maam!" They both shouted out in unison.
Morning had come and gone, just it does on any other day. It was nearly two in the afternoon now, and the Garden was almost desolate. The cadets were taking the traditional survival camping trip lead by the SeeD candidates. Cid had agreed to accompany them this year, something he rarely did. In fact, the only other known time was the year that both Squall and Seifer were cadets Therefore, this left just the instructors and actual SeeDs to a day off.
Lauren spoke up, "Has anyone heard from Squall or Rinoa, today?"
"Only the people on either side of his room I bet," Irvine said as Quistis swiftly elbowed him in the stomach. "Gee... Im saying that in a good way Instructor a real good way."
Before another comment was made, there was a knock on the door. Selphie walked over and opened it to a serious looking Squall and a smiling Rinoa.
"Hey guys, just talking about you," said Irvine with a wink to the commander.
Squall shook his head and only said, "Im sure you were." They continued walking into the room and both sat down on couch. Squall effortlessly guided her across obstacles no matter if they were furniture, people or weasel. Quistis thought it looked like they had been doing this for years. Angelo followed very close to Rinoa, acted as a guard dog on duty. She guessed in a way, the canine was.
Holding on to his rodent friend, Zell innocently asked, "Hey, Rinoa did you sleep all right last night?" Again, everyone in the room started laughing, apart from for Squall, who now found great interest in unruly fluff around his collar. No doubt trying to hide his eyes from everyone else. Even Rinoa stared chuckling turning a slight shade of crimson, hiding her face in Squalls chest.
Standing up, the blonde man yelled, "You people are crazy. I just asked an innocent question and you turn it all around. When did everybody become Irvine?"
Squall looked at Zell and simply retorted, "Id say when they hit puberty many years ago... Let us know when you get there."
He was now turning red with anger, "Et tu, Leonhart?"
"Well, if you cant beat them, join them," Squall stated. In a moment of sudden playfulness, he reached over to Rinoa and kissed her deeply, not caring who was watching. Everybody in the room knew Squall had changed; this was the man only a week ago was depressing as ever really depressing. Now he was different.
Quistis sat at her table and thought of how much was taken from him at an early age. This was the person, the man, Squall should have always been. She for one welcomed the change with open arms. "Although, darn it." She couldnt help thinking, "How could those two could possible breathe right now?"
Still surprised at his own uncharacteristic actions, Squall was taken aback. He didnt care who was watching or what they thinking. He only thought of Rinoa, of that moment. "She is really here, in my arms, and..."
" Ahhggg" Squall was suddenly thrown out of the moment by a stabbing pain in his hand.
"Whats wrong Squall?" Rinoa turned to him in complete concern of his pain.
"George," he managed to spit out.
"George, the stupid killer ferret."
"Killer what?" Rinoa's concern gave way to amusement.
"Zells - dumb ass- ferret. Who hates me."
"Hates you? Is that why he is dumb?"
"Yes, right now the little fiend is hanging on my left hand drawing blood."
Rinoa now, was in full-blown laughter, "Let me get this straight Zell has a dumb-ass ferret that hates you. So, right now 'George the killer ferret' is hanging on your hand With his teeth deeply impaled into your flesh. My question is why on earth is he still there?"
"Im trying to get the little weasel off."
"Ferret," Zell corrected, as he removed the furry creature from Squalls hand. "George doesnt like Squall. Tried to get him to dislike Irvine, but only hates Squall. I guess he has issues with belts."
Squall held his sore, slightly bloody, hand as Rinoa gently snuggled up next to him. The commander looked down to Angelo and pointed to George. "Go get it dog food Kill, attack, whatever you do." The dog just looked back at him
Before Zell could say another word, there was a knock.
Selphie jumped over to the door, wondering who else it could be; everyone they basically knew was crammed into the small room. She looked through the door and saw Cid standing there with someone.
"OH NO...HOLY HYNE," Selphie turned to her friends with a look of utter disgust, "Zell, door, you!" She ran to the back of the room and jumped on the bed hiding behind her boyfriend. Wishing that his cowboy hat was tall enough to block her from sight.
"What Selphie? What could possible be that scary...?" Zell opened the door wide. He answered his own question aloud, "Maude Maude McCay."
There stood the elderly woman in a scarlet red pantsuit. "With, oh my," Squall thought, "spaghetti straps and a push up bra, here come the memories back, all bad." Her silver hair was pulled back against her head, leading into a tight bun. Showing off the three, no maybe four, face lifts performed over the last hundred years. The traditional fire engine red lipstick covered her lips and part of her face...
Diplomacy and duty took over apprehension; Squall stood up and walked over to the door.
"Cid, what do I owe the honor of the visit of the lovely Maude McCay?" said Squall, as he took her hand and kissed it lightly.
Rinoa turned her head, after everything Squall had told her this morning this must be killing him. Yet, at the same time, she knew he was doing this act for her benefit, well at least her amusement. "Damn he had changed."
Cid too, was more than a little bewildered; but, like the rest of the group, was entirely entertained. He mentally thought of giving Squall a raise for his unknown acting skills. Maude was one of Edeas friends, not his. Not his at all. In fact, on two separate occasions he remembered Maude making a pass at him. Poor Squall. Good thing he had Rinoa now to comfort him during his tragic time of need. Cid returned his mind to the scene around him; excused himself, and headed up to tell Edea of the amusing scene.
Maude took a step closer to Squall, invading what little personal space she still allowed him. "Hey handsome," Maude began. "I just wanted to thank you again for all the help back in Deling. I was passing through the neighborhood, wanted to drop by this lovely present for you. Also, have something for Irvine, Lauren, and sweet little Zell. I cant wait till he paints my bedroom."
"Uh...huh..." the only sounds that could escape the commanders lips. Maude grabbed on to Squalls arm and pulled him closer to her, until in fact if he looked down there would be more therapy needed.
"Still wish you were the one painting my room, big boy - sure you dont want too? Ill triple the pay." She pinched Squalls butt, the fear in his eyes was priceless. Selphie was quietly relaying the unfolding physical events to Rinoa, who had her head turned hiding her hysterics.
"Squall, Im sure you have never had a woman help you paint with my experience. Its a once and a life-time offer."
"Sorry, Maude. But, I already have a girlfriend. Who... um needs me to paint... whom I love very much."
"Squally dont lie to me. Last week you didnt have a girlfriend. People dont fall into love that quick." Maude replied eyeing Squall top to bottom, and unfortunately for him stopping in the middle. "Lust maybe, love no."
Feeling nauseated to his stomach, Irvine knew Maudes type. Well, hell he was her type sixty-years into the future and female. Thank Hyne Selphie came along. There was only one way he could possibly see an escape for the commander, with the added bonus of having a little fun at Squalls expense.
Irvine walked up and put his arm around Squall. "Maude.... Squalls with me."
The lady looked confused, "With you?"
"Yes," Irvine took a step closer to Squall, "With Me."
"With you, what do you mean, with you? Youre a guy and hes... Oh, really! Im sorry Squall why didnt you tell me?"
Not really sure how to react - or what was possibly worse, Irvine or Maude. He quickly figured it in his head; and came to the distressing conclusion that Irvine was better, if only by a little. "Um I dont know Maude. Sometimes these things surprise you, very quickly. I mean really surprise you. Hell, surprised me."
The four girls where now sitting on the couch trying to find strength together, they were failing miserably. Selphie had a couch pillow over her face trying to regain her self-control; watching her boss and her boyfriend in such a unique situation. Irvine turned to Zell, "Zell here though said he would like to go with you, right now. Make sure you get back to the train station all right."
"What a sweet little boy," Maude reached over and felt Zells biceps. "Wow, you must work out." Zell was so taken back with the moment; he didnt feel Irvine pushing him out the door, until it slammed behind him.
"Hey, Zell I want to stop and get a bite to eat on the train station. Do you happen to like hot dogs?"
"Maude hot dogs Maude hot dogs damnit," the inner voice cried in his head. Until, alas, he could only say one thing to her. "You're buying, right?"
Quickly Squall threw Irvines arm off him. He stood for a moment, in complete horror and shock, before returning to the couch sitting quietly next to his hysterical girlfriend. Rinoa put her arms around him again, "Why didnt you tell me? Irvine, though, is he really your type?"
"Please," Irvine commented, "I just lowered my standards."
Lauren looked over at Irvine, "When did you have standards? Did I miss something here?"
"Oh my Squall," interjected Quistis. "I didnt know that there were that many shades of red." The commander, again, quickly started taking note of how fascinating his fluffy collar was, trying to completely block the sound of everyones laughter.
Taking her right hand, Rinoa slowly slid it up Squalls cheek. He felt his body tremble just by the soft motion. He leaned down to her as she still touched his face with her fingertips. Resting his head against her shoulder, she closed her arms around his neck. Bringing him back into a tight embrace. And just like that, the troubles went away, if only for a minute in time. She whispered softly in his ear, "Hey you, love ya." Again he didnt answer her with words, just finished the kiss that was so rudely interrupted earlier.
An hour or so went by with the gang still hanging out in Zells room. Quistis and Lauren were now at the table trying their hand at triple triad. Squall sat on the couch attempting to watch local news on television, as Rinoa lay in his lap. Irvine had gained complete control of the remote. During station breaks of Squalls boring news program, he was flipping checking out commercials announcing either 'real or fake' with every womens chest that appeared on the screen; only to be whacked by Selphie with a pillow at every comment.
The door flew open, and standing silhouetted in the middle, like a bad horror movie, was Zell. Squall almost thought of getting up and protecting Irvine from the anger that was Zell, but then again... He did put Squall in a really embarrassing situation. Moreover, of course, it would be more entertaining than the nightly news. Everyone just stared at him not knowing what to say. Finally, Lauren looked over at him giving him a wink, "Well?"
Shutting the door behind him, the martial artist scratched his head with a confused look adorning his face. "Gee... you know. Once you get to know her, she is, somewhat ... nice. Maude really wasnt like that, at all, once we sat in the car and the six hot dogs she bought me. She did want to know how everyone liked their presents."
"Still there, didnt want to have all the fun without you, cabana boy." Shooting the cowboy a malevolent glare, Zell walked over to the area where the gifts lay. Like a kid on his birthday, he ripped open the wrapping paper. A scream of delight sounded from the energetic martial artist, "Oh man, its the Pross-O-Matic 9000, what I have always wanted."
The others, except for Squall, opened theirs and found they were identical gifts to Zell's. Rinoa and Irvine couldnt help, but laugh at the irony of the entire situation.
"Hey Commander," Zell shouted across the small room. "Are you going to open yours? I know its not the same thing; different box and all. Plus, Maude told me what it really is."
Squall was slightly curious of what Maude McCay would buy him. He sure wasnt the food processor type, even Maude could see that. He slowly opened the box; which was large and flat, he was guessing it was some kind of artwork. "If this is a picture of dogs playing poker - well Zell can have a complete set of tacky art. Oh this better not be a nude self-portrait of Maude." Dear Hyne almighty, he was sick at the mere thought. What he saw truly surprised him, on the corner was attached a simple note.
"To the boy who I hope finds what he's searching for;
For the man who can appreciate the beauty in house cats and ballet."
"What is it!?" asked Selphie with child-like curiosity.
Squall turned the picture around for everyone to see; it was a picture of Rinoa during a performance in Deling. Only it was turned into an oil painting, it was simply beautiful. Decorated with a gold frame, she wore the same white dress from the performance the night he first saw her, again.
Zell smiled at Squall, "I knew you would like it."
Squall shook his head and almost smiled. "Was I that obvious to Maude? I really couldnt hide my feelings well. She knew, damn her, she knew." The thoughts circled his mind; it was all he could think at that moment. Looking to Rinoa, she wore a confused look, from not understanding everything going on. Walking over to her, Squall gently grabbed her hand and pulled up her toward him. "Lets go home."
Rinoa only smiled, "Home. Garden is my home." She was back.
The others stood silently as the two left room.
"I love happy endings." Selphie leaned on Irvines shoulder.
"Selph," Quistis replied, "Lets not think of this as an ending. Its going to be hard for them, very hard, but I know theyll make it."
Zell stood still staring at his new toy, "I would place money on that . Guys, not to change the topic, but want to make a fun salad?"
Looking at Zell, Selphie ran to his small refrigerator, "I so get to make the rose radishes."
Zell raced over, starting to fight Selphie for the ingredients. Lauren stood stunned watching the two, as Irvine walked over to Quistis and put his arm around her shoulder.
"Funny, Quistis, the more things change, the more they stay the same," pointing to the two offenders at the fridge. "But, I never want them to stop being themselves."
Quistis smiled and looked toward the open window. For the first time tonight, she noticed the beautiful sunset.
And all the colors within.
Together Rinoa and Squall walked back to his room without a word exchanged between them. In one hand, he held the ornate framed painting; in the other, he held the beauty from the painting. He opened the door with his keycard and Rinoa walked in slightly before him. She made the motion of looking around; to her it was not looking, but feeling her surroundings. She took a deep breath and whispered, "Home." It sounded more the question than a statement. It wasnt meant to sound that way.
Squall closed the door, setting the portrait down. He had noticed the faltering in her voice. It was a question, even if she hadn't known it. He knew it. One Squall knew would need to be clarified right now. He grabbed her fingertips with his, and guided her to the small balcony yet again. Strange how most of his life altering events took place upon a balcony. As he opened the sliding glass doors before them, she felt completely lost in the simple rapture of being in his company. Rinoa, as the night before, held firmly onto the smooth metal railing. Squall moved behind her wrapping his arms around her waist. "Home forever if you want it to be, our home."
She smiled across at the vast open fields that lay in front of her. "The sunsets were always more beautiful in Balamb." She stopped smiling, as he started tracing kisses between her shoulder blade and neck.
Rinoa turned toward her lover, quickly, almost colliding heads. Fortunately his quick reflexes kicked in, thanks to the years of training. It dawned on her what he had asked, and she had missed the first time. She wasnt sure if she was reading the meaning right, "Am I hoping that is what he meant? Of course, I want that nothing would make me happier. Or am I completely off base on this one?" At one point, she would have known, over the last year she wasnt so sure. He was a different person now. "Squall... Our home?"
He leaned down and kissed her forehead, "Im never losing you again." He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, as he let them lay upon her lower back. He pulled her as close as possible, their bodies now touching. Again, he leaned down to her beautiful face; now standing nose to nose, "I promise never to call you Mrs. Leonhart, if we fight."
"Well then, what fun would that be, Mr. Leonhart?" He closed the centimeters between them and kissed her. Not the same tentative one from two years ago, now one that reflected his feelings. The ones he always had, but was too blind to see, or too proud to give into. He could never get tired of this feeling, this euphoria deep within his soul. He broke the kiss slowly, "Well?"
"Yes, I will. Squall Leonhart, Im home." The two lovers held each other, watching the sun lower into the distant horizon.
Not with their eyes, but with their hearts.
The room was dark, yet Squall could not sleep. The recent events had him on a high that no drug or alcohol could ever compare. In the moonlight, he watched the silhouette of Rinoa, his Rinny, lying soundly, safely next to him. Each breath she took, he cherished like gold; each breath gave him another chance at life. He would just watch her; scrutinize the way her hair laid on the silken pillow, the way her fingers curled their way around his arm. The fact that she could not see wasn't important, it never was. She saw through him way before he saw through himself. She didn't need her eyes, when she had her heart. No matter what challenges they faced, it would always be as them together.
And never would he take pity upon her.
After tossing and turning for a few hours, he decided to read something. It had been a habit he had since he could remember, but usually it would be textbooks, important memos or reports. But the act usually helped him to fall asleep. Not wanting to disturb Rinoa from her desperately needed slumber, he decided not to turn on the light. Although, even he comprehended, the point was mute. He remembered the books he had purchased less than a week ago back in Deling. The only one he had examined before dealt with the basics of Braille, he had never even looked at anything past that. Although he knew, he had purchased several, the others on the clerks recommendation.
Squall reached slowly into his nightstand, as not to wake her. The first book he managed to touch he grabbed, not knowing which it was. He closed his eyes and cleared his mind. Trying to remember everything he had been taught over the last few days. He rubbed his rough fingers across the first pages of the book. Slowly he felt every indentation, every rise in the page.
For the first time he understood the symbols, just as he understood the beauty of life around him.
For a moment, Squall Leonhart felt paralyzed. He really understood. Curious how something so trivial was only comparable to his greatest professional accomplishment, that of becoming a SeeD. Not his personal, that was Rinoa, and there were no comparisons. But could he have just read what he thought? A smile pressed against his lips and a small chuckle escaped in the moonlight covered dorm... He had. He sat back against the headboard in the silent room and started reading the formerly unknown book...
"Castles in the Sky....Chapter 1"
Original Arthurs notes: (9/05/01) Yeah its done. Thanks to everyone out there who actually took time to read this. I do appreciate it. In the end, I wanted not to give Rinoa her sight back; I think it helped both of them grow. Thank you, for all have been e-mailing me and contacting me through the last few months.
New Author Notes: (9/07/02) Well, here I am one year later. It was in September of 2001 that I originally finished this tale; it is only fitting a year later I do the same. In that year, so much has changed. Us as people, us as a nation, and us as the world. Nobody could have predicted the events of the year, nor could we have imagined what impact they would have. I have become friends with so many here, not only in this country, but in so many others. When all is said and done, we all have remained true to whom we were, banding together, and showed the world together people shared the love of one video game. I know that sounds juvenile, I suppose. However, the ideals in that game remain the most basic: fate, triumph over adversity, and true love. Something that every one of us seeks, and together if only for a few hours, we can find that release.
There are so many people to thank for this, and I'm sure I will miss many. First and foremost Nicole, who sat with me through this entire rewrite and so much more. She knows this story better than I do; as I don't read anything I write it's true. She has been a great editor and friend, and someone to yell at me when I needed it, or to lend a shoulder to cry on when I wasn't doing well. Bob, I thank you too nobody I know can sit through these chapters three times each, determined to find errors, and still say they enjoy the story to you I thank you.
I thank all the people at Icy Brian's and of course, Brian himself. For believing in me, when others did not. I'm just a mother of two children; this is my hobby. Never in my life did I think that I could touch anyone. So many people think this is a story of ballet and never get passed that. I used that just as a tool, as I was inspired by the old movie Ice Castles, but from there the idea went completely on its own. It's humor and love, life .
I will be shocked and amazed if anyone can tell the difference between the two versions of Castles. In the end, I hope it was worth it to you who had read both. I wanted to improve not only my writing, but also the emotion that followed. Please let me know what you thought of the changes, and/or the story if this was your first time reading.
In closing, I want to thank everyone one of you. You have all given me hope and encouragement. I hope that for a little while, I was able to entertain for a few short moments of your life. We all are searching for something, and my only wish is that you find it along the way. No matter how big or how small, I hope that you carry a little bit of hope within your hearts.
For now, forever I thank you.
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