A/N: I don't own anything of Final Fantasy, only this one-shot. After reading some FF VIII fanfics, I decided to write one, too. Please note that I'm rewriting this, since alphabet stories aren't officially allowed, because it makes them a long list of something. I'll make little drabbles of all of them, eventually. Anyways, enjoy reading! ;D


~ It was hard not to think that she wasn't an angel, with her long, black hair, cream colored skin and the two angel wings printed on the back of her duster sweater. ~


A. - Angel

"Pretty pretty please, Squall?" Rinoa pleaded.

It was hard not to think that she wasn't an angel, with her long, black hair, cream colored skin and the two angel wings printed on the back of her duster sweater.

Ah, those wings almost seemed to want to confirm Squall's suspicions. An angel couldn't be an angel without her wings.

Yes, Squall hated to admit it, but this persistant young woman had made quite an impact on him (which was even an understatement!). He caught himself thinking of her, about her, more often than he should. At first he had thought that he only was slightly curious, but he couldn't find the strength in his heart to believe that anymore.

Heck, he couldn't even say "no" to her anymore!

Angel or not, she was still as beautiful as one. Maybe even more. Squall would rather jump off a building than tell her that, but maybe, just maybe, that would change at the time, too. Women just had that impact on poor men.

And yet, he couldn't complain. He did nothing to prevent it from happening. Perhaps he was getting insane? If so, it was all that angel's fault. She was driving him mad with her smiles and her dark dark eyes that reminded him of dark chocolate, and how it would slowly melt on his tongue, leaving a rather bittersweet taste in his mouth. Squall loved dark chocolate. And beautiful angels.

"Fine," he muttered, finally giving in.

Yes, he was insane already. No doubt about that now.


A/N: I hope you like it. Reviews are more than appreciated! 25 more to go!