Thiiiiis is the fanfiction I've been messing with for a while. It's been incarnated a few different ways, but this is roughly how I think it'll stay. Anyway, it's set about 23 years after Final Fantasy VIII ends, and it's basically a drawn-out fluff about the children of the main characters of the game. Cannon pairings, etc.
Don't expect it to be wonderful or even have all that much of a plot. But here it is.
Alsooo...
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Prologue
Rinn Leonhart stirred and rolled over in her sleep as the first rays of sunlight spilled over the walls of Balamb Garden. Her normally harsh features were at ease and peaceful as slumber had a hold of her; her usually creased brow was relaxed, giving her the look of a sleeping child. Sleep took many years off of her weathered face. Though a creamy milk-white, her skin was parched from two weeks at sea on the journey back from Centra and though she was only nineteen, Rinn already had a collection of scars that riddled her body from head to toe.
A SeeD of rank twenty-four, it was only expected that she would have been marred by her training and the many missions already under her belt. She was no different to any other mercenary of the rank, albeit the fact that she was a good five years younger than most of the others of her stature, ten years younger than some. There wasn’t anything exceptional about Rinn, except for the fact that she was the commander’s daughter. The sole offspring of Squall and Rinoa Leonhart, she had been living the life of a mercenary almost since she could walk. Born in the infirmary of the Garden and raised for the most part within its walls, it was only expected that as the daughter of the commander she would go far in the SeeD program. By age eleven, she was enrolled as a student at the Garden, already working towards as her career as an elite mercenary: A SeeD cadet. Like her father, she specialized in the use of the gunblade, and like her father she was known as a cold and stoic warrior by the time she was in her mid teens. A perfect mixture of her parents, people often remarked. A spitting image of her mother on the outside, and yet so absurdly like her father as far as her personality went.
Cold, antisocial, taciturn, stoic, aloof, proud and haughty were only some of the adjectives used to describe the child prodigy. Accomplished in practical and theoretical learning and wise in the ways of the world, Rinn was well and truly mature beyond her years. Though, people wondered, what else was to be expected from Squall Leonhart’s daughter?
Rinn was an enigma to most who encountered her. Both impressed and confused by her, they wondered exactly what she wanted from life. As far as the gossip network went, she was cold and awful, and yet still managed to maintain both steady friendships and a relatively steady flow of male admirers. Rinn was certainly not bad-looking, but she was certainly not social or affectionate. So, people wondered, what exactly did her friends and admirers see in her?
If ever one wanted to inquire as to the nature of the allure the silent prodigy held, Callum Kinneas would be the ideal subject to interrogate on the matter. Both a friend and an admirer, five-thirty in the morning saw the nineteen-year-old sat up in bed, leaning against a mass of pillows while balancing a laptop on his crossed legs.
His fingers flew across the keyboard, and the letters ‘ckinn17’ appeared in the username field of the Balamb Garden email homepage. He proceeded to enter his password, ‘432994668R’.
‘Welcome back, Callum’, the homepage greeted him. Callum hit the link to his inbox and looked sceptically at the highlighted new message. The subject line read ‘FW: FW: FW: would u do this? u probably wouldnt.’
Sighing, he clicked the message and rubbed his hands over his face as he waited for the page to load.
would u do this? u probably wouldnt. would you take a bullet for someone u love? ur girlfriend boyfriend best friend or just someone u care about? if u would then forward this to at least 7 people with the subject ‘would u do this? u probably wouldnt.’
if u send this to 7 people you will get kissed called or asked out by the person u love by midnight tomorrow. if u ignore this or delete this u will have bad luck forever and die in the next 3 years. if u send this to 1 person u will have bad luck and die in the next 6 years. if u send this to 2 people…
Callum grimaced and shook his head, already running his finger over the touchpad. Going to delete it? You bet he was. He’d seen it all before, and all his inbox seemed to consist of these days was spammy forwards. He glanced at the sender and snorted. Leila Kinneas. Of course it would be his sister. His eyes flickered unwillingly to the recipients, counting them as he went.
‘Rinn Leonhart’ , ‘Edward Dincht’ , ‘Bella Almasy’ , ‘Sierra Hunter’ , ‘Marlene McKinnon’ , ‘Dad and Mum’ , ‘Callum’
Seven, naturally. Leila was the type to get sucked in by that sort of rubbish. Not that he actually thought she believed it, just that she was the sort to send on meaningless stuff like that ‘just in case’. After all, you never knew what kind of thing some twelve-year-old kids in downtown Timber were capable of these days. Thermo tracking nukes? No problem. Never mind that they couldn’t afford to put a roof over their heads.
‘Are you sure you want to delete this message?’ a popup box queried.
His eyes flickered up at the prompt box before he tapped he mouse pad viciously.
‘Message deleted.’
If indeed anyone had asked him what he saw in Corinne Julia Leonhart, he probably wouldn’t have been able to explain how he felt about her. Happily infatuated by the black-haired girl, his answer would have been that he loved everything about her. Such a response probably wouldn’t have done much good as far as understanding her allure went, but it would have clarified quite a few things as far as his sentiments toward her went. To her credit, she was incredibly loyal, determined, cool-headed and hard-working. Although obstinacy and pride were two of her failings, when she warmed to someone she was as kind-hearted and caring as anyone could hope to be.
The problem was: How to get her to warm up? It had never been done to the knowledge of anyone in the Garden. Little did anybody know that times were about to change over the course of a few years, and when the revolution was over, nobody would be quite the same.
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