Crimson Lies Chapter 11
Inconsistency
By Ashbear
I do not own Final Fantasy or any of its characters.
"Fine, go for it. Tell me what you discovered on your almighty quest for
the bite bugs, what earth shattering news you have quit your precious work
to come back and tell me," Rinoa turned away dreading to hear the words aloud.
"I love you," he replied calmly.
Rinoa could not speak, momentarily she could not move. After a few seconds,
the registration of the words she heard hit her. She stood from the metal
step, walking into the cargo hold of the vehicle, tilting her head slightly
to the side before sitting her body on the brown vinyl bench. Finally, her
mind was able to form a word. A simple word. "What?" She snapped, looking
deeply into his eyes searching for answers. She found them. Rinoa could not
comprehend how she had gone from getting ready to tell him off to wanting
to hold him, never letting go. He never answered her question, if it was
really a question, with words. Squall leaned down close to her face, she
was sure he was going to kiss her. Instead, he brushed his lips against her
cheeks and starting slowly tracing kisses down her neck. It had been long
since Rinoa experienced anything like this. It was something Squall did not
do. Squall did not do a lot.
Rinoa rested her head against the humid cushion, seats where many a SeeD
sat for transit to and from battles. She found herself closing her eyes and
slightly arching her back at his feathery kisses. As suddenly as he started,
he stopped. Rinoa flew open her eyes expecting him to be running away. Instead,
he just looked deep through her eyes. They did not exchange one word; words
would only ruin such a perfect moment. He took his right hand and pushed
some lose strands of hair behind her ears, then with the same fluid motion
he continued running the hand down her cheek. Slowly he made his way to her
black tank top and slowly started rubbing her shoulder. The summer heat left
them both sweaty, but nothing compared to the inner emotions, feelings within
their own bodies.
When he had been fighting, heat forced him to remove his shirt, tying it
around his waste. She smiled back and looked at his bare chest; slowly she
ran her fingers along his muscles. The sensation was one that was foreign
to him, allowing someone truly this intimate. He knew one thing. He needed
her. Cid once warned him that when a knight and a sorceress were to make
love it was a bond, a union so strong, it could never be broken. This fact
always weighed heavily on him. For that would mean much more then a physical
commitment, but also one of complete spiritual nature. For over a year, he
held his sexual urges at bay, afraid of the end results. However, with the
thought of losing her, of truly losing her, Squall thought of nothing
more then desiring to strengthen their connection. Yes, he did do thinking
on his trip, just not the way she envisioned. Most of it involved her not
having clothes on; he was prepared for this. He wanted this.
He gingerly moved his hand off Rinoa's shoulder and sat down on the cushioned
seat beside her. Taking both hands, he slid them gradually down her waist,
never once breaking eye contact. Squall slowly grabbed the sweat-damped tank
top and carefully lifted the garment above her head. She continued smiling
at him, never abandoning his eyes. She lowered her mouth to his chest, trailing
kisses along his right shoulder. Gently reaching around both hands to her
back, he outlined her spine with the tip of thumb from her neck down to where
her bra tightly fastened. The feeling of the contact made her tremble; the
emotions were surreal to her. He tentatively worked at the clasp, trying
not to break their closeness.
After a second, she giggled looking up at him. Giving him a quick kiss on
the lips, she pulled away and effortlessly undid the restraining bra. He
sat fascinated with her every move, every one registering different effects
on his body. "You'll get used to it," she teased still not releasing the
bra from her shoulders.
"I know," he quickly replied pulling her closer to him. This time it was
her turn to surprise him as she quickly sat on his lap, putting on leg on
either side of his waist. He watched as she let the bra fall, exposing her
breast. For a moment he sat memorized, never have experiencing anything like
this before. She leaned forward to close the distance to his mouth; the bare
feel of skin, almost too much for him. Never in his life had he thought about
this actually happening, dreaming and fantasizing, yes. Honestly,
not one of his fantasies ever included a dirty Garden vehicle. Curiously,
the same one he taken on the SeeD examine; but right now, everything was
perfect and truth be told, he would not have changed a thing.
Before Squall knew, her mouth was upon his. Not the exploratory little kisses
she would return when he attempted any sort of awkward contact. This was
full-passionate kissing and she wouldn't have altered a thing. Squall held
her tight, arms wrapped around the small of her back; then started trailing
kisses down her neck once again. This time not stopping, continuing on to
her breasts. She arched her back to allow him easier access to her chest,
all the time trying to keep moaning from the new sensations. After a few
minutes of teasing, she leaned back towards him and again found his mouth.
He slowly guided her back down onto the vinyl cushions.
He was slightly surprised that she again took some initiative in the situation.
Squall could feel her hand fumbling around his belts. She was struggling;
he could identify the frustration. Part of him wanted to make her wait; the
other part knew he could not wait much longer. Finally, he reached down and
undid them with ease. In between kisses he stated, "You'll get used to it."
Rinoa drew him nearer and whispered in his ear, "I know." The phenomenon
sent shivers through his spine; never in his life had Squall Leonhart wanted
anything more then he wanted Rinoa Heartilly at that moment.
For in that moment in time, in that instance of life, they became one. Bonded
further then mere mortals, a relationship understood by few. They entered
into a commitment each would never genuinely understand until years later,
until circumstances would test loyalty and love. Nevertheless, in that moment,
they were one. Squall looked into her eyes, attempting to place clumps of
matted hair behind her ears, gently kissing her cheek with every attempt.
They stayed silent for what seemed all to short, neither wanting the silence
to end; neither wanting the moment to end.
Time was not on their side; he was expected back
with wizard stones
in hand. Right now, he collected not one. Squall winced at the concept of
moving, but made a mental note never to forget this moment. The feel, the
sight, and the smell of strawberry shampoo in her hair dark hair, every detail
was perfect.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I love you. I knew what you wanted earlier, and
I didn't care about how you felt. Rinoa I don't need children, I just need
you. If you want a child, there are always other options. You needed support
and I couldn't provide it. Somehow, the talk of commitment, of family, scares
me. I don't know what the future holds. But the only thing I do know, you
will always be a part of it."
"You love me," she almost giggled at the foreign sound of the words.
"Yes
really you don't have to sound so surprised," he countered with
a rare smile.
She pulled him gently into a deep passionate kiss, breaking it off she ran
her hand through his sweat covered hair. "I love you too," she replied looking
deep into his soul.
He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before sitting up, putting his legs
back on to the floor. "Come on, I don't want to leave you behind. Will you
help me gather some wizard stones?"
She nodded in agreement as they gathered up lose articles of clothing, strewn
all around the vehicle, even outside the vehicle. They continued to dress
in silence, when they were fully clothed Rinoa walked over to him, taking
her hand in his, "Squall" "Yes," he simple replied.
"I'm
sorry for what I said about your father. I didn't mean it."
"Look what he did is wrong. I would never abandon my family."
The fire roared in the small cabin on the Trabian content. Crackles of
the logs falling off the fire made her jump out of her trance. The memories
of that day would always play over and over, it was so right. They were so
right.
Rinoa jumped up and set the stray log back into the fire with the poker.
Remembering precisely the words that Squall promised to her on that day,
"I would never abandon my family." The thought almost made her nauseous;
he lied. The irony of the situation was almost humorous. Not only did the
son become the father, but son surpassed father; Laguna would have never
turned on Raine. Rinoa was sure of that fact. Squall could have learned something
from they loyalty his father possessed, but hoping was all in vein.
She checked the fire one last time before grabbing the small pillow and blanket
from the dusty bed. The fire offered her warmth, comfort. She would sleep
next to it for two more nights. She had to buy time until the next transport
vehicle; hiding in the woodlands was perfect cover. SeeD would be in Trabia,
a risk she was not willing to take. Somehow, she had to make it to Dollet;
she had to find Alexandra. She had to protect Ally at any cost
even
her own life.
*******
When given the simple choice of yes or no, I made the incorrect decision.
Somehow, I truthfully thought that a yes could transform my life into the
fairy tale I dreamed. Squall learned to love, now he could learn to love
me. For so many years I watched him grow, watched him mature. I fell in love
with the boy, never the man. I saw him as the child who still desired protecting,
who still yearned for nurturing; I was wrong. I saw him today for the first
time. I saw him through the eyes of an adult, not that of an infatuated
adolescent.
I failed, simply put. Rejection is the hardest part of life; it is human
nature to avoid failure. We are taught as children to do our best and that
will always be good enough. That is a lie, an illusion created by those around
us to hide our shortcomings. Nobody aspires to fail, nobody attempts to fail,
yet signs of failure are all around us. Every rejection, every denial drives
us deeper into personal solitude. The secret is getting out before it buries
you.
Learn from it; move on. But to what do we move on to? That is the unsolvable
question. When one has spent their entire life on what turns to be a fantasy,
for Hyne's sake, search for the inner strength and just move on. As much
as it hurts, as much as it stings, and as much as you want nothing more then
to breakdown, just move on.
The ex-instructor sat on the little bed, not fit for even a single occupant.
The maritime way of life was foreign to her, as was any other form of existence
outside Garden. These crafts were nothing but transport vehicles for military
personal. Usually employed by the Galbadian government, the amenities, at
best, were meager. It did not carry the luxury as many vessels did, small
cabins barely capable to hold the quad bunks. There were still enough rooms
on board to give each of the four travelers a separate room. Yes, she was
sure that would be questioned later on; rumors were a way of life presently.
The obscurity outside the window only mimicked the feelings in her heart;
like a doppelganger staring back directly to her soul. The Griever pendant
was heavy around her neck; the weight was a welcome sensation. Occasionally
she moved her fingers where her golden band should be, a sign of past memories.
Quistis pulled her long hair back into a rubber band, permitting clear vision
of the files scattered around the single bed.
Something didn't feel correct. Whether it was the events previously, the
overwhelming barrenness, the Bennett assignment, or a grotesque combination
of the three she didn't know. What she did know, nonetheless, was that things
would be different; her life would be different. Picking up the pieces would
be hard, but she was strong. She still held the designation of SeeD, right
now that her only comfort. Quistis lifted her head as she heard the sounds
of footsteps on the metal passageway outside.
Not waiting for the formalities of knocking, Quistis yelled for the unknown
shipmate to come in. Lauren opened the door apprehensively at first, before
making eye contact with the cabins occupant.
"Well," Quistis mused to herself, "She is the lesser of three evils."
"Instructor Leonhart," the girl began, before being hastily interrupted
"Quistis," she corrected, she was no longer a teacher, nor would have the
title of Mrs. Leonhart a great deal longer.
"Oh
okay Quistis," Lauren stated slightly bewildered. "I just received
a wire from Garden. We have been informed that Renee Bennett passed away
this afternoon."
"Oh Hyne, poor woman, she never got to see her daughter again, before
before she passed away."
"Yes, I was thinking how hard that must have been, not to mention how her
husband must be suffering. First their daughter abducted, now his wife no
longer by his side; he must be miserable."
"Lauren, you're precisely right. I couldn't ever envision going through two
such traumatic events. The files maintain his wife had been ill for sometime.
I guess the anxiety was too much on her."
"The World Council wanted to notify us that they are stepping up the
investigation. I wanted to give Commander Leonhart the communication."
Quistis turned to the shadowy window, "If you're asking me where the commander
is, I don't know. My guess would be out in the freezing air, that's just
a presumption." The brown-haired SeeD started to close the door. "Hey Lauren,"
Quistis inquired. "Why are they stepping up the investigation now, after
his wife passed away? Shouldn't they have had a full-scale investigation
going previously?"
"I don't know Inst
Quistis. I just received the communication from
Selphie. Maybe the council wants to make sure Richard Bennett has something
to hope for."
"Yeah, presume you're right. Just seems that calling both Trabia and Balamb
Gardens for an abduction case seems
well nonstandard practice. I guess
it helps to be a sitting delegate on the World Council, those bastards have
nothing better to do then intervene in others lives."
Lauren knew better then to ask details, respect taught her as much. However,
she did question Quistis meaning in the last statement. After Lauren left
the compartment, she returned to examining the files that lay on her bed.
With a renewed interest not only to find Rinoa, but also to solve the kidnapping
case, Quistis could think of no greater loss then that of a child, even her
situation seemed inconsequential in comparison. Again, she heard footsteps
echoing on the metal walkway. Figuring that Lauren forgot to inform her of
something, she was assuming the door to open once again; it did. What she
did not expect, conversely, was the man standing in the narrow hallway.
"Seifer," she said animosity in her tongue. "Didn't anybody teach you to
knock?"
"Yes, but now what fun would that be?"
"You're a jackass," she rejoined pulling papers back into the main file.
"It's always a pleasure to see you too, Mrs. Commander."
"Seifer
don't," she begged wordlessly with her eyes.
He walked over to the bed. It was too small for one individual to sleep upon,
yet appropriately sized for two to be seated on, if one didn't want to sit
up strait that is. He reached his right hand to her shoulder, looking genuinely
into her penetrating blue eyes, "I'm sorry Quistis that was uncalled for."
She smiled at him, though only for a slight instant. "Can I help you with
something or did you just come by to make my life miserable?"
"Actually," he said smirking at her, "You didn't come up for dinner. Although,
dinner would be an overstatement for this floating tin can. More like
rations given to military prisoners, bread and water would have been more
appealing. But I
I didn't want you to go hungry so I brought you this."
Handing her a small red apple, avoiding eye contact.
Quistis giggled slightly, "Seifer, I didn't know you cared. Little old to
be bringing an apple to the ex-teacher."
"Whatever."
"Oh not you too; I think one verbally challenged person in my life is all
I can take."
"What about Fujin?" Seifer joked.
Quistis laughed. For the first time in god knows how long she actually
laughed. "I stand corrected Mr. Almasy, two verbally challenged people in
my life is enough. Honestly, what brings you by, kinda out of the way to
come down here? Figured you and Squall would catching up on all those lost
years."
"Yeah right, I'm sure he has so much he wants to share with me. Actually,
I just left him to mope on the deck; I'm sure that will take up most of his
evening unless he makes time for sulking, brooding or pouting."
"Why Seifer, why after five years did you come back?" she asked with complete
seriousness on her face.
"I don't know; sure wasn't for Mr. Personality up there. Guess I wanted to
help, I have a lot to make up for."
"So after Rinoa vanishes, two years later you show up out of the blue, just
when the council is stepping up its investigation? Seems inconsistent to
me, is there something else we should know about, another motivation that
brought you here?"
"Nothing that you would understand
. or in reality, believe," he trailed
off diffidently.
"Try me Seifer. Think I would believe anything right now."
"Um
well," Seifer was uncomfortable. Even Quistis could tell his
apprehension about the topic. Her first thought was one that she fleetingly
found herself getting distressed over, upset or jealous it truthfully didn't
matter.
"You're still in love with Rinoa," Quistis said flatly. "Join the club."
"I'm not in love with Rinoa!" he corrected with abrasiveness in his gruff
voice. "I might still care for her, but I can unquestionably tell you, I'm
not in love with her. Somehow, when you spend five years alone, or practically
alone, you think back on events in your life. Mistakes years past, mistakes
that hound your every waking moment and your every dream, it can be devastating."
"I understand," she spoke sympathetically. "I understand all too well."
"It's the dream part that always seems to get me in trouble." Seifer tried
to make light of the situation, "If it wasn't for those darn dreams all the
time. First, it was the desire to be a sorceress's knight, at any cost. Now,
the dreams are more vivid, more real, not really about any specific title
or role, more concerning salvation and redemption. I can't give details
distinctively; I just know that Squall, Rinoa, you, and I are part of the
visualization. I think we are working together, fighting some species of
dragon. Don't ask me about the beast, I couldn't accurately describe it.
It is nothing like we have ever encountered before, or anything known to
the bestiary world. All I know is
its unadulterated evil. The monster
is bronze in color, yet the eyes are piercing black. A black so evil, that
the orbs steal the very life force around them."
"Is it something from another dimension another time, like Ultimecia?"
"No," the fear notable on his face; something that would upset such a man
must truly be revolting. "I don't know what it is or what it represents.
For some reason I feel that it more a chameleon amongst us; it thrives solely
on the agony of others. I can't explain the sensation, even if I wanted."
"Seifer, are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine. I just wish that the dreams would end, I find myself unable
to sleep at night dreading the nightmares to begin again. I just want the
torture to end; something has brought me here, of that I'm convinced."
"I'm sorry. I know what it's like to live with such nightmares, although
mine are more manifested by the guilt eating away inside. I know this now.
I lay awake at night replaying all the events; figuring out what I could
have done better. How I could've saved Ellone, how I could've saved Rinoa,
and additionally, how I could've saved myself."
Seifer stood from the bed tracing his thumb across Quistis velvety face,
as if wiping away tears that did not come. He smiled vaguely, "Two days ago
on the beach in Balamb you said that I didn't know what it felt like to be
in love with somebody who could never love me back. Maybe I do."
"Rinoa?" she questioned aloud, although internal hoping for another answer.
She didn't know why, rationalization was not part of emotion. Something inside
her felt comfortable with the man, a sensation unlike any she felt before.
Maybe circumstances brought them together, two lost souls trying to find
deliverance. Two lost souls looking for the home the never had, in a world
completely unique to each.
"You really are stuck on that subject. Let me tell you now that not everybody
is in love with her. There are other people out there; I guess it just takes
everyone time."
For some unknown reason, even to her, Quistis rose slowly from the small
cot. Seifer's hand still on her tender cheek, silently she raised her hand
to his face. How long how it had been that someone allowed her to touch them,
to get close to them? How long had it been that she wanted to touch someone
else in the same way. Before reason caught hold of her senses, she closed
the gap between the two, tenderly touching her lips against his. Finally,
he could not wait any longer, passionately deepening the kiss. She remembered
an ecstasy long lost and forgotten, a feeling so overwhelming that all practical
judgment vanished. He too feverishly returned the emotion, pulling her body
closer to his.
*******
Lauren found Squall sitting on a bench, where Quistis believed him to be.
He was lost in the stars memorizing every bright fleck in the sky. Looking
for signs of possibility, a long escaped sign off destiny, fate had lent
him the gesture many years ago. The fog had lifted several kilometers back,
revealing a blanket of speckles on the dark cover of night. The air was chilling,
the closer to Trabia they would get, the more dramatic the change of atmosphere.
"Commander Leonhart," Lauren spoke with conviction. "I have received a wire
from Selphie."
"Go ahead."
"Renee Bennett passed away this afternoon. The council wants to step up the
investigation; many members will be attending the funeral in three days.
Currently they want to double the number of all active SeeD's on the case,
they have asked for Balamb to send in further aid."
"Did she suffer?"
"Sir, suffer?" Lauren questioned before the context of the commanders statement
was grasped. "Oh, I'm sure that she was in pain from the illness, but they
would have given her medication to alleviate the agony."
Squall nodded. "But not nearly as much as she suffered from the loss of one
she loved, no drug could counter that."
Squall stood from the bench, momentarily having to regain the sturdiness
in his legs. An ephemeral thought crossed his mind, "Why would they double
the efforts upon her death; why not before to insure complete coverage?"
Just as quickly, as the thought came to mind, he placed it back into the
recess of his mind. "Dismissed, Lauren, now go get some sleep."
The tiny stairway in the boat was both awkward and uncomfortable. Squall
found himself having to turn side way and duck to avoid hitting the overhang
above. These ships incontestably were not designed for any other purpose
then minimal transportation for large number of troops. He found the cabin
Quistis had been assigned, opening the door. For an instant, he was immobilized.
Words escaped him for the briefest of seconds as he stared at the two intertwined
figures. Not being one of tact, or one good at problematic situations, Squall
announced, "Seifer when you are done with my wife, I need to talk to her."
He closed the door still trying to burn the image from his memory.
The two had broken the kiss somewhere during the interruption; neither noticed
when the commander walked in, or how long he was present. Seifer looked at
Quistis struggling to read the expression behind her eyes; the moment was
one awkward and nerve retching. The blonde woman finally broke eye contact
with the closed metal door, looking back at Seifer. She laughed. Seifer unsure
how to react stood silent until Quistis reached forward drawing him into
a hug, placing her head upon his chest, all the time still laughing. Seifer
finally gave in to the irony of the situation, as he too, started laughing
returning the warm embrace.
*******
The train gently rocked back and forth in a smooth rhythmic motion, lending
itself to aid in the sleep of weary travelers. All though it was only eight
o'clock in the evening, the long journey had worn them out. Irvine finally
drifted to a light sleep as Zell snored aloud. His sleep that not unlike
any other night. In an unconscious state, the martial artist began the terrifying
chain of events he learned to dread the last months.
The dream occurred in the same fashion as any other time, the Balamb plains,
the crystal blue pond, and the blood, so much fucking blood. Every detail
chiseled in his mind, every fear recalled when he awoke. The dream, the
visions, had merged into his waking moments. Zell could essentially picture
the events with undocumented accuracy, even when awake. Finally, the last
events of the tragic scene played in his state of slumber. He welcomed the
escape that allowed him to join the conscious world. Waking up with a jolt,
as the train hissed as compressed air was applied to activate the breaks.
This time was different. Never had he had the nightmare been so early, never
had the clock read 4:27 in the morning. The red neon numbers became a small
comfort after the occurrences. It was the first sign of reality, this time,
no digital numbers, no electric clock. As he shook his head trying to get
sleep out of his mind, he felt a slight tickle at his foot. Somewhere during
the trip, the two ticket stubs had fallen down, causing the slightest pressure
on his sock. His first thought, leave the tickets, someone was paid to clean
up these things; let them earn their wages. However, good manners prevailed
as he reached down to properly throw away the trash.
If by destiny, as if by fate, he chanced to glance down at the stubs
something caught his attention. A numerical replacement for the digital clock,
the tickets listed the train number as 427. Zell had been the one who purchased
the tickets for the wrong train. A sudden feeling ensnared his body,
indescribable at best. No longer being controlled by his own thoughts, a
force seemed to be guiding him as he shouted to Irvine.
"Oh shit, Irvine this is it! I found it!" Zell wholeheartedly screamed.
Irvine woke from his sleep, giving the martial artist a look of repugnance,
"Found what?"
"I don't know, but I know it's here!" Zell jumped from his seat as the train
parked at the station. He found himself pushing the crowds of passengers
out of the way, heading for what, he didn't know. Passengers were cussing
at the hurried man, several even pushed back, but Zell would not tire from
his quest; whatever that may be. He reached the forward most compartment,
scanning the car thoroughly. A woman was currently disembarking from the
train, the conductor helping her to the station platform. He could not see
her face, only the auburn brown hair. There was something familiar about
her, something drawing him.
He opened the closest emergency exit, setting off alarms and bells throughout
the passenger compartments. Running the direction the woman headed, suddenly
he stopped as soldiers closed in. Galbadian soldiers? In Dollet now during
a time of supposed peace of the nations, guarding the train station at this
time? Then it hit him, like a pursuit that abruptly ends after months, years
of searching. He was meant to be here, fate decided this.
He continued on forward, taking note of the military positioning within the
station. Turning his head around to scan for Irvine, he ran unexpectedly
into someone. He started the ritual, unmeaning apology; then he saw
her, the same women he had seen on the train. Then he saw them,
the soldiers gaining on her position raising arms; then he saw the
child, the small infant carefully cradled protectively in the woman's
arms. Allison.
.