Disclaimer- Yeah, the day I own Final Fantasy VIII is the day the emperor
of China steps down and makes way for a democracy to better China's
relations with the United States. China still has an emperor right?
Author's notes- I've decided to put up the prologue of two of my other
stories to give you a chance to read each before you vote for the one you'd
rather have. This one takes place a few months after the epilogue of
Darkened Ice for those of you that want a time frame to go by.
Also, because this is new story and I can't get my italics to work for
anything, here are the things you'll need to know if you're new to reading
"..." spoken words
____ change in character pov/situation
~*~*~*~ -passing time in later chapters
The summer night air forcefully suppressed even the slightest breeze
with its mugginess. It was quite normal for Deling, as were the
thunderstorms that would be following after. Caraway rubbed his temples as
he tried desperately not to loose his patience. It had been a rough night
and things weren't going well. Things weren't going well at all. He
leaned back in his chair and stared at the horrendously bland colored
ceiling. How he hated the man before him, and yet no matter how he tried
to avoid it, he had no other choice but to talk to him. His country's
economy depended on it. He allowed his eyes to linger on the ash gray
ceiling above him for only a moment longer as he looked across the room to
the man that was leaned against the farthest window sill. It was becoming
common knowledge that he didn't support nor even favor the man in the
slightest, but it annoyed him to no end the lengths that he was going
through to be difficult.
He stared at the raven haired president with contempt and wondered
just what was so special about him. Why had he never been able to hold the
same place in his dear Julia's heart as this man? Why had the pitiful
excuse for a galbadian soldier come back from the dead to haunt and torment
him? How was it that he swayed public opinion by merely speaking of his
feelings or just plainly smiling? How did he manage to end a war that
Galbadia's greatest generals, including himself, could only barely defend
against? And what on the planet could have possibly persuaded him to allow
his daughter to marry into that man's family? He massaged his temples at
the thought. It was obvious the man's conniving persuasiveness ran in the
family. It worried him to see how blindly his angel loved that boy while
being completely ignorant to everything he could see that wasn't right. It
was all a damn conspiracy.
The heavy air reminded him of years ago. When he were younger, and
still a member of galbadia's army, he and his two companions had frequented
the lounge not too far off. Actually, he could see the top of the hotel
from this window. When he was younger he imagined that he'd never want to
leave Deling. It was where his first love was. It wasn't his true love,
only his first. For that reason alone he'd never forget it, despite how
far off he'd journeyed. He ran his fingers along the base of the window
sill and studied the dulling paint. He had assumed that the presidential
palace here would've been better taken care of. He leaned heavily on the
sill for support. Caraway, when he glanced in his direction, was staring
To the best of Laguna's knowledge, he couldn't even begin to fathom
what he'd done so wrong to upset the Galbadian President so much. In all
honesty, he didn't want to be in Deling. He hadn't wanted to come. The
years in which he loved this city were but a memory to him. Things had
changed, he had changed. He adjusted his right elbow on the sill and then
tried to bend his right knee just a bit. It was no use. His leg was
stiffening up; and it seemed that every silent moment that passed made it
worse. He had wanted to sit at one of the chairs closer to the other man's
desk, but the tension in the air made him nervous and thus he remained by
the first thing that he'd been able to lean on.
They were supposed to be negotiating privately. However, as of yet,
neither of them had spoken a word. He knew Galbadia was on the brink of an
economic collapse. The newly elected President Caraway was almost
desperate. Almost. He was still stubborn enough to try and manipulate
resources and people that he didn't have on his side. Laguna frowned at
the thought. He was trying to manipulate Estharian resources. The people
of Esthar had been abundantly accepting and supportive of him, and there
was no way he was going to be taken advantage of or manipulated by the man
across the room. The silence was shattered as Caraway slammed his hands on
his desk. Laguna looked up at him quickly.
"What the hell do you want me to do!" He shouted rather than asked.
"My country's economy is collapsing and you won't budge. Don't you realize
what you're doing?"
Laguna stared at the man behind a mask of false confusion. He had
learned quickly that the General, rather President as he was referred to
now, had a habit of explaining his intentions accidentally when he played
dumb. Perhaps it wasn't the most honest thing to do, but it kept Esthar in
good shape, and his people with jobs and homes.
"You have the resources! You said it yourself! Virtually thousands
upon thousands of square miles of mining land!" Caraway slammed his hand
down again. "Do you not realize the number of jobs that land could open up
if you'd allow me to buy but just some of that land. "The number of
families you could help," Caraway tried pulling at Laguna's soft side.
"The number of weapons that could be made from the iron deposits, the
number of airships and undersea vessels that could be fueled with the oil
pockets. The number of Estharian citizens that could die should Galbadia
decide to try and take over the world again?" Laguna added.
Caraway's face reddened. He knew Laguna was manipulating him. He
couldn't stand it. He'd been baited and he took that bait; hook, line and
sinker. Nothing agitated him more than when the man across the room for
him had the advantage. He always seemed to have the advantage. He kicked
at the carpet as he neared Laguna. He could see the former soldier tense.
Caraway smirked slightly. Mabye he still did have a few good cards left in
his deck after all. A knock at the heavy door diverted his attention.
"I asked not to be disturbed," Caraway growled. "Unless there's
been a national disaster leave me alone!" Laguna looked to the doors and
back to him nervously. 'Good,' Caraway thought. 'Be afraid of me you
"Its urgent Sir!" The voice on the other side responded. "It
appears that we're under attack Sir!"
Caraway paled at his security chief's voice and looked to Laguna.
His eyes narrowed as he sent the other man an accusing stare. Laguna shook
away his accusations with a simple head gesture. Just then, the twin doors
were knocked open, and two men burst in, rifles ready. The man on the left
took a shot at Caraway and narrowly missed his right hip. The Galbadian
president lunged backwards and slid over the top of his desk to land
painfully on the floor. Keeping his head down, he fumbled through his keys
to find the one that unlocked his bottom drawer. He needed that gun.
Another shot splintered the wood just a few inches away from his face. He
could hear the man's rushed footsteps as he came in for the kill. Was this
the key? 'It better be,' Caraway thought as he forced it in the keyhole.
On the other side of the room, Laguna wasn't fairing as well. He lay
doubled over on the floor behind the maroon couch and clutched his stomach
tightly. The stinging was nearly unbearable. His thoughts fell
immediately to his baby grandson. He couldn't stand to leave him. Nor his
father for that matter. It had been so hard, but he had succeeded in
gaining Squall's acceptance and forgiveness, and he couldn't just leave
like this. He was tired of being the wanderer in life. He had found what
he was always looking for and he wasn't about to give it up without a fight
now. His right hand struggled with the pistol he had concealed just inside
of the leg of his boot.
"Come on," He pulled at the small metal weapon. He could feel the
coolness of the metal just out of reach of his finger tips. Why couldn't
Kiros have insisted on coming along this time? Or even Ward for that
matter? He grimaced in pain and queasiness as he tasted the blood that was
beginning to seep into his mouth and would no doubt drip onto the carpet.
'Great,' His mind panicked. 'Internal bleeding.' "C'mon, please,"
Laguna choked through his clenched and blood encompassed teeth. He would
get the damn gun if it were the last thing he did. He frowned at the
thought. It looked like it would be the last thing he did. "No," He
willed himself to reach for the gun again. His mind replayed the events of
his past. Everything from his childhood to Winhill, from Esthar, to the
first time he saw Squall carry his grandchild into the living room. His
mind lingered on the small child. He began crying at the image of the
boy's face with his gorgeously mismatched eyes. 'No!' Laguna willed
himself to continue. He couldn't give in. Another shot, or at least what
he thought was a shot pierced through the heavy air. It was getting hard
to hear. His senses were going. Finally! He held the small pistol in his
grasp. He pulled himself a few inches so he could get a shot and was
knocked backwards by a second shot that rolled him across the floor.
Everything grew dark as he felt the pistol flying from his grasp. This
Caraway pulled the gun out and fired off a blind shot at his
attacker. He heard the man cry out and risked a glance around the corner
of his desk. He'd hit him! He'd actually hit him! The other man fell
back suddenly and made a mad rush to get out of the room. Caraway stayed
ducked down until he heard the agitated shouts of his men. He rushed over
to where Laguna lay sprawled on the now nauseously red floor. This was not
good. The last thing he needed was to be accused of attempted
assassination of another president. He panicked. Wait! He wasn't dead
was he? As his security squads poured in the room he wiped away the blood
that seemed to coat the other man's neck as he searched unsuccessfully for
"Don't just stand there!" He screamed. "Call a damn copter!"
Believe it or not, this is the beginning or a romance. Can't you
just feel the love? Seriously though, this is the beginning of the
Seifer/Ellone fic, and before too long I'll have the Quistis/Nida one up.
I'd really appreciate your reviews and comments on this prologue. Wait,
reviews are your comments aren't they...its early in the morning. Can you