This is a sequel fic to
my story 'forget who you are'. I've tried to make this a new story in its' own
right, but based in the same world that the first story was told in. Hopefully
you can read this without having to read the other.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything
connected to final fantasy 8, but the story idea however is mine!
Summary: Rinoa, the journalist
that became famous for her book published about President Loire and his family,
soon after received a new job offer. The number one newspaper office in the
world, Esthar Papers, offered her a job working for them. Without looking back
Rinoa had accepted it, and moved straight away. She now works with a small team
of highly ranking journalists from all over the world.
Meanwhile life is moving on around her, and her friends are beginning to get
restless. Will destiny pull them all back together again? It seems only Rinoa
has the power to control that. But with so much work, will she have time for
But amongst all the happiness, something is being planned that will change
Esthar forever. Can Rinoa figure it out before it's too late?
"When you can do
anything....You forget that you shouldn't" ~ Squall
Have you ever been given something that you couldn't give back? Something that
was thrown at you that you couldn't control. Without the power to say no, you
were thrust into everything and nothing at the same time.
Squall Leonhart could identify with this well. He couldn't escape his life, it
was a part of him. From the moment he had been born, he had been thrown into
the light of the media. Like being born into royalty, you didn't understand
that you were different, until you were singled out. Squall resented his life.
He had grown up in the wrong way, left to follow his own rules in the glaring
headlights of the press.
At five, to set an example he was sent to Garden. An experience he was not
likely to forget. At the age of seven he fired his first gun at the enemy, shot
him dead and watched the blood spill from his wound in a crimson puddle. The
horror of this abrupt meeting with death scarred him. His cheerfulness became
subdued and eventually lost in horror, as he struggled to come to terms with
his memories. Proving his abilities despite his young age, he was hired along
with a bunch of other SeeD's on a mission that was about to shape his future
life. Squall was the only one who ever returned from that fateful mission.
Finally, after years of seeing things so horrific that even horror films were
not even allowed to show. His emotions became dead, and he lived his life
through a mask and a cold heart.
His fate seemed set to ruin him until it changed in an unexpected way. Destiny
threw in his path someone that had been able to get past his cold exterior, and
awaken old forgotten feelings deep inside. But this person had left him to
explore her own path, leaving Squall with a longing and an empty feeling in his
At the beginning again
The newspaper hit the dining table with a
thud, followed by the rattle of keys and the slamming of the front door. The
newspaper rippled, as the forced air from the door crashed into it in a short
powerful wave, flipping its pages until settling back down and remaining still.
The headline stood out from the front page in bold unashamed letters. The words
had mocked the owner of the paper in a way that and outsider looking in,
KILLER ESCAPES DELING
Rinoa took her phone out of her small brown
bag and started tapping in the numbers while walking towards her car. The small
silver machine gleamed at her in the morning light, as it stood lonely on the
black tarmac road. Rinoa stared at it with her ear to the phone and an annoyed
expression on her face. The sound of the ringing tone stopped abruptly, as
someone on the other end picked up the phone. There was silence, and then a
familiar voice with a greeting.
"Wreaths, what the hell is this on the front page?" Rinoa fumed as soon as the
word 'hello' sounded in her ear.
"No, why wasn't I put on the case? You promised me that you would get me a good
story soon." Rinoa said, forgetting that she was speaking to her superior. This
had been frustrating her for a long time now, but until this day she hadn't
"Rinoa I'm sorry, I'm still looking for something suitable for you."
"You think I can't do the job don't you!" Rinoa said almost speechless. An
exasperated exhale of breath sounded on the other
"No I don't think that at all. Just get to the office and we will talk about it
there." A lonely dial tone was heard after a click, showing that Rinoa was the
only one left still listening to the receiver.
"Damn." Rinoa cursed as she jammed her keys into the car door and turned them
to unlock it, what had she got herself into now?
The Esthar office was different from the Galbadia newspapers building in many
ways. Her years at Galbadia had made her appreciate the grandness of the modern
building. But the differences were all to Rinoa's advantage. For a start,
everything worked. Faulty machines were not the normality here, when you needed
to sort your files the photocopier actually worked.
The white marble floor that sparkled in the
artificial light, made Rinoa's shoes click as she walked. Her feet sounded
confident, but her legs shook slightly as she walked alone with her head held
high. Every time she set foot in the tall building, she had a sudden
remembrance of her first day arriving. The excitement and anticipation of the
first day in the office, was awaken with every step inside the revolving
"Hey Rin, you going to the office meal next week?" Asked a light voice from a
figure beside her.
"I haven't thought about it." Rinoa answered with a tone of voice that stopped
Ever since her move from the paper offices at Galbadia, nothing had become any
easier. The glittering city still held its charm, but now it was real and a
part of her life. The dazzling things she had seen here before, had all been
viewed with the belief that she would never see them again. At least not any
time soon, and because of that, she had been eager to approve of
Living here made her feel as though the dizziness had been lifted from her
eyes. Everything suddenly became real and she saw things for what they really
were, rather that what she wanted them to be. The beauty still called her
attention, but so did the new awareness of the amount of traffic and mechanical
noise. The one thing that Rinoa began to notice was that there were no birds.
Something that she just took for granted and had never thought about before,
was suddenly lost. This lack of nature made Rinoa feel as though she wasn't
Pressing the elevator call button, Rinoa considered her thoughts while she
waited for the doors to open and take her up. After a few more seconds it
arrived, and poured out it's passengers before allowing Rinoa on.
The elevator was being particularly slow today; at least it seemed so in
Rinoa's opinion. It stopped finally with the familiar feeling of weightlessness
in the pit of the stomach and shuddered as the doors opened. Rinoa stepped out
with a false air of confidence, and headed towards floor 8's head office.
Raising her hand, she clenched her fingers into a fist and knocked smartly on
"Come in." Replied a male voice from behind the wooden door. Rinoa looked at
the gold nameplate on the door before making any move to open it. "Come in."
Repeated the voice from inside. Rinoa swallowed her growing anxiety by reminding
herself that she had caused the reason to be summoned here.
Rinoa opened the door cautiously, and looked in before moving inside.
"Please sit down." He replied holding his hand out to show her which chair she
should sit in.
"Sir, I owe you an apology for how I spoke to you on the phone. But Sir, you
promised me a story. I've been here a year now, and all I've done is small
errands. I want a story that will take up more than ten words on page 30!"
Rinoa said feeling annoyed. It was that first time she had spoken her true
feelings about her assigned cases so freely.
"Rinoa, there are other journalists here, not just you." Wreaths replied in
voice that didn't show any annoyance, but Rinoa knew that it was only a
charade; she knew that all to well.
"But you have used loads of my ideas! You haven't let me interview anyone, or
follow up any of my columns." Rinoa exclaimed. Wreaths sighed and rubbed his
"Fine, fine Rinoa, I'll give you a story. Hyne! You're the only one in here
that ever manages to cause any trouble." He added under his breath as he looked
through the papers on his desk. "In three weeks time President Loire is giving
a ball of some kind. It's raising money for the new children's hospital. We
will need someone to attend and report for the news channel."
"No listen, I'll send you Rinoa, if you promise to get the job done properly."
"Sir. Thankyou Sir."
"No don't thank me, just do the job. At least it will get you off my back for a
"Oh and one more thing Rinoa..." He said changing his tone for one less formal.
Rinoa turned back to face him, while standing half in the office and half in
"Yes, Sir?" Rinoa asked, acknowledging that she would answer his question.
"Why do you continue to work? You could retire at any time. Your book made
enough for you to travel the world a few times." He said, voicing what he had
been wondering about for a while.
"But if I do that Sir, then what will I do next? I want to make a difference,
and I just ask that you treat me like any other person in this building." Rinoa
replied. Wreaths nodded and smiled in understanding.
"Yes, I shall treat you like everyone else. If you don't get lost now Rinoa I
will fire you. Get some background on the story, or whatever it is that you do
and get lost."
"Yes Sir!" Rinoa said smiling and walking out. Her boss watched her leave
before returning to his work on the glaring computer screen.
Rinoa left the office with more problems than she had entered with. Going back
to the palace would be hard, but it was a story, and she needed it. Besides,
sitting around and writing small-articles, was doing nothing to improve the
fact that she was really bored of doing stupid tasks.
Meanwhile, miles away on a beach on the edge of an Island called Balamb, Squall
sat gazing out at the sea with the bright sun hitting his sunglasses.
"Squall when are you going to stop this game and come home?" Asked a voice from
the shade of a palm tree.
"I'm not going home." Squall answered after taking a sip of his fruit mixture
"Look I know this is a novelty, walking around without the press or bodyguards
and I can't pretend it isn't fun! But Squall, you are the president's son, you
"Ellone leave me alone." Squall replied folding his arms. Ellone sighed and
walked over to his sun bed. After standing next to it for a while, she sighed
when she didn't get any response. Sitting down, she pocked him in the leg.
Obviously she had hit a good spot, and increased the pressure to a point that
made his leg twitch and move instinctively away from her in a jolt.
"Come on Squall."
Ellone watched him steadily until it made Squall nervous, this usually meant
she was thinking of something to do that would hurt him.
"What?" He asked annoyed.
"So that's it is it? You're just going to leave the running of Esthar to Me and
"Stop it Ellone."
"Stop it? Stop it? How am I going to cope? Laguna's useless, Quistis can't do
anything; it's all up to me." Ellone said almost with tears in her eyes.
"Ellone I'm sorry, but I'm not ready to return yet."
"But you will?"
"....Yes, but...not yet. Every time I'm there I, I just think of her Ell."
Ellone smiled slightly at the thought of how lucky Rinoa was to have someone
who was so clearly devoted to her. Squall hadn't been the best person at
relationships, but Ellone had always believed that that was because he just
needed to find the right girl. Ellone knew that Rinoa was a nice person and
would never intentionally hurt Squall, but she couldn't understand why she
hadn't left with him on the day he had asked her. This puzzled Ellone greatly,
and it seemed that Squall didn't really understand it either. Her devotion to
her work was heightened to a point of obsession, where as Squall's commitment
to his responsibilities had been dropped completely. She had changed something
in him, Ellone could see it. He was almost like what he was before he had left
for Garden so many years ago.
"You think being here, hiding from her, from
yourself, will make everything alright?" Ellone asked. Squall sat up and
adjusted his sunglasses; his fidgeting movements showed that he wasn't
comfortable with the topic of the conversation. Finally he stood up and walked
away taking his drink with him. Ellone rolled her eyes and followed him.
"Just leave Ellone." Squall said without looking at her.
"Squall...there is a ball in 3 weeks. Please be there." Ellone pleaded.
"What is it with Laguna and parties; he spends his entire life in the
ballroom." Squall said trying to keep the sarcasm to himself.
"Squall you know he can't do anything practical." Ellone answered. "But in any
case I have to leave. I have a train to catch."
Squall nodded but made no reply, and Ellone was aware that nothing had been
promised between them. Ellone looked at him for one last time before walking
back towards the town.
Squall sighed and watched her walk away. Finally he could relax and pretend
that he was someone else again. Downing the last of the drink without tasting
the flavour, Squall walked back to his hotel room, dropping the glass off at a
café on his way back to the town. Maybe he would do some more exploring of this
tiny port today.
"Oh Irvine!" Selphie screamed as Irvine dropped the shopping all over the
floor. His sheepish smile crept over his face and made Selphie laugh breaking
"Sorry, the bag handles snapped." Irvine said, dropping to his knees and
scrabbling around after the loose vegetables that were rolling along the floor.
"Ahh stop the cabbage!" He shouted running down the hill after a runaway
"It's only a cabbage." Selphie muttered. Collecting as much as she could into
her own bags. Selphie followed Irvine down the road with a mound of shopping. He
ran back towards her with the rebel vegetable covered in mud. "Urgh! I'm not
eating that." Selphie exclaimed as she spied the mud-covered vegetable.
"Aww poor cabbage...." Irvine said stroking the cabbage like he would a pet
cat. Selphie raised an eyebrow.
"Get rid of it and help me." Selphie ordered. Irvine looked around quickly and
threw the cabbage into a nearby hedge and took some shopping off of Selphie.
"I can't believe you threw it into someone's garden!" Selphie exclaimed shocked,
but trying to keep from smiling. Irvine shrugged and walked ahead of her
quickly. "Hey Irvine wait up!" Selphie called hurrying after him.
Selphie sighed as they reached their apartment; things had taken a rapid drop
into what Selphie called "crap-ness." Ever since Rinoa had left a year ago,
things had become mundane and boring. The office wasn't a laugh anymore; there
wasn't anyone to go shopping with, and no one to eat pizza with. Well, except
Irvine. Her hand rested on her belly as she stood in the small comfortable
apartment. A little bulge showed under her fitted shirt, and Selphie smiled at
it with a misty look in her eyes. It had been a day like this one, when she had
heard the news. Feeling slightly ill, Selphie had gone to see her doctor and
had been told that she was pregnant.
She had left the doctors that day with mixed emotions, but now three months
down the line she was preparing her life slowly for the new arrival. Irvine had
at first been shocked when Selphie had told him the news, but with some
thought, he had decided that it was a "cool" idea. With a little more
encouragement he was set to become a dad. Although the thought kind of scared
him slightly, it was more a worry of whether he would be a good enough father.
Baby bottles, and plastic plates with teddy bears on them began to fill
cupboards; Selphie was buying everything she could think of to avoid panicking
at the last moment. The only person left to know about this happy news was
Rinoa, but Selphie wasn't sure how to approach it yet. Maybe she should just
turn up in Esthar, or maybe she should phone. But however she told her, it
would have to be done soon.
"Irvy are you hungry? I'm gonna make a pizza." Selphie called from the living
room. Irvine looked out from the kitchen, his arms still laden with cereals and
"Sure, Pizza yum." He replied before dropping everything to the floor again.
Selphie guessed that his answer had been a 'yes', and as soon as he was out of
the way she would start preparing the