Another story! I finally got myself motivated to start writing again. I've been so lazy all summer. The lack of homework and having responsibility is really getting to me. I meant to make this in Traverse Town, but I made another AU again. I don't know why, but I get into AU's more than the ones in Traverse Town. Or maybe it's just because I had a bad experience with one there. Either way, enjoy the story, and review when you're done!

The Sparrow Sings

Chapter One

"I hate this job!" hissed Yuffie Kisaragi, pulling the pencil out from behind her ear and chewing on the end while staring at piles of paper stacked on her desk. Some overflowed onto the ground. And she had to sort them into the right folders. All of them.

When she saw the ad in the newspaper, she thought it was just a way to make good money. Being a secretary couldn't be so hard. She and Aerith had applied together and got the job. After her high school graduation and once the partying had died down, she, Aerith, and Kairi had rented a small apartment together. Even though they shared a room, it was better than having to live with her parents and be under their prudish, watchful hawk eyes (at least her father's). She was barely even allowed to go out to lunch.

She ran a hand through her short raven black hair with a sigh. She wished she could put her hair up into a nifty bun like the other secretaries did that worked for... for... hell, she didn't even know what the place did. They could be selling illegal drugs and she wouldn't even know.

Biting on the pencil harder, she peeked at the Aerith hopefully. She was dutifully signing and stamping papers with enthusiasm, smiling as she placed each document neatly in a small pile. She was almost done with her work, and unless the boss came in with more papers, she was free to take a lunch break.

"Pssst..." Yuffie whispered. She studied Aerith out of the corner of her eye. Aerith glanced up from her papers and looked at Yuffie, then to all of her papers disdainfully, and went back to work. "Pssst..."

"What is it, Yuffie?" Aerith whispered back, glancing around with a blush on her face. They weren't allowed to talk while working, or else they would get a penalty. Aerith, being the good girl she was, remained perfectly silent. When one of her superiors noticed this and notified the boss of her outstanding work ethic, he had had his assistant, Cloud Strife, come by and praise her while giving her a pay raise. Aerith had flaunted it all day, much to Yuffie's dismay, and watched longingly, wishing she had a pay raise.

"I need help! I'm drowning in all of these papers, and what's worse, I don't know where to put them!" she whispered back in a louder tone. "What if Cid comes in to check up on our work, and he notices and... and... I get fired or something!"

Aerith set her elbows on the desk and rubbed her temples. "Yuffie, if you would have done your work instead of drooling over the coffee boy, then maybe you would have had your work done. And it's Mr. Highwind, not Cid."

Yuffie half smiled. The coffee boy was supposed to make coffee for everyone and bring it to them. She could have sworn he winked at her when he gave her her coffee. "But that doesn't mean I don't need help!"

Aerith looked like she was battling with herself. After a moment's pause, she said, "Fine. Give me half of your stack; I'm on my last paper." She stamped the paper and put it on the stack, then swirled around in her chair to open the filing cabinet behind her and put them neatly in a folder. She swirled around and said, "All right, give them here."

Yuffie felt like giving her the biggest hug she had ever experienced in her life. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! You're a life-savor Aerith!" she whispered while hastily dividing the stack and handing them to her. At the same moment, the door to their office opened and in someone stepped into the room.

The sudden noise startled them. Yuffie ripped the papers back but Aerith's grip was firm, making a loud ripping sound echo across the room. Her eyes widened; now she was in trouble. She stuffed the ripped papers behind her back.

"We aren't doing anything in here!" Yuffie said with a nervous laugh and gave Aerith a sideways glance. It was Cloud Strife, standing in the doorway carrying more papers. Aerith flushed a deep crimson and ducked into her seat.

"I wasn't going to ask you if you were doing anything in here," he answered. "But now that you two are acting like you were caught with your hands in the cookie jar, what were you doing?"

"Probably being idiots," said a deep monotone from the door. Long, dark locks of hair, ice blue eyes, and a muscled body with a scar right down his forehead to his nose stood in the doorway. He leaned nonchalantly against the doorframe and studied the mess around Yuffie's desk.

"No! We weren't even doing anything," Yuffie insisted, backing up and searching with her foot for where the garbage can was while still gripping the shreds of paper behind her back.

"What's behind your back, then?" Squall asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Er—I—those are my cat's release papers!" she said and Aerith reinforced her lie with a nod. Yuffie pulled the papers out from her back and held them out then dropped them in the trash can, which she had finally found.

"Release papers," he said in a tone of disbelief. "Is that the best excuse you can come up with?"

Yuffie glanced nervously at Aerith, who didn't give her any help, just stared up at him fearfully. Turning back to look at him, she said, "Er—yeah! You see, my cat had this... infection."

"It had an infection," Squall stated in disbelief.

"Yeah! And uhh...see, it was a urinary infection! And... it had to go to the vet, you know, those dudes who fix animals up! So it had to stay overnight and the release papers are right here! I was just showing Aerith because... because the vet had the same name as her second cousin that lives in Oklahoma, and I thought, 'Well hey; maybe he moved from Oklahoma up here to visit Aerith!' So I just had to show her which is why I was giving her the release papers so she could analyze his signature—"

Someone stuck their head in the door... Cid Highwind, the manager of the business. He stepped in and overlooked all of them. His large beer belly was sticking out in his suit, which was stained with mustard drops. He chewed on a toothpick and rubbed the large silver and gold rings on his fingers on his pant legs, obviously showing them off. "Eh, what's goin' on in here?" he asked in a rough, hoarse voice.

"Kisaragi was just telling me a story about her cat. She keeps referring to it as an 'it.' I was wondering why she would call her very own cat an 'it' if she had the heart to take it to the vet, which obviously meant she cared about her cat enough to keep it healthy," Squall said.

Yuffie's eyes widened. "I...I...well, I named my cat It!"

"You don't have a cat," Cloud said, looking at her closely. "Aerith told me you lived in an apartment together, and she said she wanted a cat, but the apartment doesn't allow them."

Aerith blushed an even darker crimson and ducked deeper into her seat.

"Why is everyone against me!" Yuffie shouted, standing up in her seat and throwing the papers on the ground. If all else fails, throw a tantrum. That had been her motto since she was four. "I have been trying really hard to fit in here, and you all keep scolding me! Especially you Squall!" she shouted. People passing up the office building stopped momentarily and looked in, and then not wanting to be caught staring, continued on their way to the cafeteria for lunch.

"How many times do I have to tell you it's Leon?" he asked coolly.

"Yeah you, Leon, now what is goin' on in 'ere, again?"

"Kisaragi is lying about something."

"Kisaragi! What were you two doin' before we all came in?" he asked with one hand on Aerith's desk.

"Nothing! I wanted Aerith to help me finish my papers so we could go and get some lunch when Cloud came in with more papers! And that's when I was startled and ripped the papers out of Aerith's hand...only they ripped in half."

"Are yeh sayin' that my papers are ripped?" he asked, removing the toothpick from his mouth.

"Er—yes..." she said bluntly.

"Jus' fer that, yeh got extra papers to do and no breaks until yeh've done 'em all! That means all! In fact, no breaks fer the rest o' the week." With that said, he left the room, muttering under his breath.

Yuffie moaned and sunk into her seat. "That isn't fair!"

"You get what you deserve," Squall said with a smirk.

Aerith seemed to have re-composed herself. She sat up in her seat and looked at Squall. "Leon, you're being very rude to Yuffie. You two bicker like an old, married couple. Oh my! I bet you couldn't even live together without fighting," she said with a smile.

"I could live with him, because I can tolerate people. He has a temper that is just waiting to happen," Yuffie said crossly, glaring at him.

Squall still leaned against the door. "Yes, I'm sure you would just love to live with me," he said sarcastically.

"Let's bet on it," Aerith said, still smiling. "I'll bet...fifty dollars that you guys couldn't live together for two months, like a married couple. If you do, then I'll give you the fifty."

"I bet two-hundred," Cloud said.

"Are you kidding me?" Yuffie said incredulously. "You are actually betting on this?"

"No," Squall said simply. Cloud turned to him.

"What do you mean no?"

"No, as in Yuffie is not living with me. Especially not if we're supposed to act like a married couple."

"Scared, Squall?" Yuffie challenged, raising her eyebrows. "Can't take the smell of perfume in the morning? It probably smells a lot better than your place."

"Of course I can," he said coolly. "I just don't want a bitch to tear up my house."

"Excuse me!" she shouted.

"Looks like we're winning," Cloud said with a grin.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this!" Yuffie said with a laugh. Aerith gripped the steering wheel in her hand and pressed lightly on the breaks at a red light.

"I can't believe it either," Kairi said from the backseat. "Oh well... at least there's one less person to share a room with."

"Hey, I don't take up that much room!" Yuffie protested.

"You don't, but your stuffed animals do," she said with the roll of her eyes.

Yuffie sighed. She had gotten her first stuffed animal when she was two, then on her birthday, every year; her parents gave her another one to add to the collection until it became a tradition for her to receive one for her birthday. She was now up to eighteen, and her newest addition was an elephant. She used to hate pretending to like them, but the day she tried to sleep without them she couldn't fall asleep. The stuffed animals littered her bed, and the floor around it, but they made her feel comforted.

"I think this is it," Aerith said quietly, and rolled into the street full of identical condominiums. They were made of brick, with pretty looking windows and wooden door. "He said his was condo number nine, right?"

"Yeah," Yuffie replied, pressing her nose against the window and staring out, trying to see which house had a number nine on the door. "Oh, right there!"

Aerith slowed the car and pulled into the driveway. The house looked like all of the others, only the grass was cut shorter and neater, there was a small garden under the window, and instead of blinds outside the windows there were curtains. Yuffie excitedly got out of the car and slammed the door behind her and opened the door to the backseat, giving Kairi a quick hug.

"I'll see you tomorrow, because we're meeting for lunch," she told her. She grabbed her duffel bag and suitcase and pulled them out onto the driveway then shut the door, giving Aerith the same quick hug. "Remember, we're meeting for lunch so I can tell you all about what it's like to be married." Aerith nodded and got back in the car with a smile.

As they pulled out, Yuffie waved at them and ran up to the front door and opened it without knocking. She figured since they were supposed to be 'married' then she shouldn't have to knock, because technically it was her house, too.

"Honey, I'm home!" Yuffie shouted, mimicking Ricky Ricardo from her favorite old show, 'I Love Lucy.' She put down her suitcase and duffel bag at the door and gasped. The house was immaculate, just like the outside. The carpeting was a white peach color, and the couches were black suede with not one hair or crumb stuck to it. The T.V. was much bigger than hers, not a big screen, but still fairly large. It was held up in a black entertainment case.

"Lucy? Where are you Lucy!" she called with the same accent Ricky had, still gaping at the house. The kitchen was just the same, only the tile was white and so were the cabinets.

She poked her head in the hallway and noticed four doors, but only one was open, save for the bathroom. She crept down the hall and poked her head in. It was Squall's bedroom. He was sleeping soundly, the blanket tossed to the side. As quietly and slowly as possible, she crept over to him and held her hands out, then jumped on top of him.

Squall's eyes snapped open and tried to push her off of him, but she had a firm grip on his arms. "Squall! I'm home!"

"What the—what are you doing?" he asked angrily, finally shoving her off of him.

"I'm moving in with you. I'm your 'wife,' remember?"

"I never agreed to that bet. And why didn't you knock?" he asked, standing up and digging through his closet for some clothes.

"Because I live here now, and you were sleeping so you wouldn't have heard me," she said simply, lying down on the bed. "This bed is comfortable, I'll be able to sleep well tonight," she said with a grin, knowing full well that he would only get angrier after she said it.

"You aren't sleeping in my bed, Yuffie. I'm going to call Cloud to sort this all out. The bet is off." He left the room and she could hear him pick up the phone in the kitchen. Yuffie stood up and darted over to him and put the phone down.

"But you can't, everyone betted on it. Riku, Sora, Kairi...and of course Aerith and Cloud. It all totals out to six-hundred dollars." She frowned and watched his facial expressions, but they remained blank. He sat down in a kitchen chair.

"They're idiots. Who would want to risk losing that much money just so we live together? Christ..." he muttered.

"Please Squall? I promise I'll be good. I just really want to show Aerith that I can get along with you. We do fight all the time, you know," she said with a sigh, sitting down on a chair next to him.

"I don't fight with you, you fight with me. And it's Leon."

"See! You disagree with me about everything! If I told you the sky was blue then you would say it wasn't. "

"The sky isn't always blue... it can be gray or mixture colors during sunset or orange at dawn."

"Well it's only gray if there's—ugh! Let's just stop fighting, that way I can be a loving wife," she said in a voice as if she were talking to a baby. She stood up. "I'm not a quitter, Squall. Let's just bear through it and pretend to be married to please everyone."

"Fine. But you do one thing wrong, the bet is off. I never agreed to anything, I won't even need to pay them," he said briskly. "And it's Leon."

"Deal," she said with a satisfied smirk. "So what do you do around this place?" she asked, picking up a salt jar and studying it. When there was no answer, she sighed. "Aren't you going to answer?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"That was a stupid question. What else would I do at my house?"

She sighed. "Well I was only trying to strike up a question."

Squall stood up and walked over to the counter, leaning against it. Yuffie studied him. He was so well sculpted, and those eyes were...there weren't even words to describe them.

"Ugh!" Yuffie said, as if there was a bad taste in her mouth. Don't ever start thinking like that again. Squall raised an eyebrow. Recovering from her thoughts, she glanced around then opened the fridge, taking a step back to observe the choices while saying, "I'm starved." She gasped.

The fridge was empty, except for two shelves. The top had a jug of water, orange juice, and milk, and the second shelf right under it had carrots, pepper, cottage cheese, and a bag of salad, but she didn't see dressing anywhere. She slammed the fridge shut and ran over to the cupboards, opening them and staring into them only to find pots and some dried rice.

"What are you doing?" Squall asked, crossing his arms. She looked up and noticed a slightly amused look in his eyes.

"You know exactly what! Where the heck is all of your freakin' food? It's all health crap!" she said, standing up and putting her hands on her hips. "We have to go shopping. Now. This is an emergency. I need pork rinds."

"Those are disgusting and they'll make you bloat up like a balloon," Squall said blankly.

"I don't care, I need food! I can't live here if this is all you eat!" she said in frustration. She couldn't believe it. She LIVED off of chips, popcorn, and sweets. There was no way she could go two months without them.

"Good. Move out. That way you can have your junk food," he replied simply, still leaning against the counter.

"Just—argh! You're impossible!" she said. "I might as well go unpack my stuff..." she said dully. She left him in the kitchen and entered the living room, grabbing her things and dragging them into Squall's bedroom. She looked around and dropped them both onto the bed, then unzipped the suitcase and started hanging up her blouses in the closet. There were plenty of empty hangers in there, and even though the closet was small, it seemed like Squall kept all of his clothes in his dresser.

Once she finished the task, she pulled out her shorts and jeans and skirts and opened the bottom drawer, which was, thankfully, empty and dropped them in. The last thing in her suitcase, a box of makeup and a hairbrush, she dropped into the closet carelessly. "There, that should do it." She put a finger on her lip, standing motionless for a few seconds, then opened her duffel bag, carefully arranging the stuffed animals on the bed. She smiled and took a step back to admire her work.

"Perfect," she commented, clapping her hands together and shoving the empty duffel bag and suitcase under the bed. "Now I'm really at home." She sat on the bed, bouncing up and down a little and glancing around with a sigh. Now that she was here, what was she supposed to do? Bugging Squall wouldn't work, because he always had something just as clever to shoot back at her, and obviously she couldn't call Aerith complaining about how boring it was, because she would only laugh and say how easy it would be to win if it kept going on like this.

"Squall!" Yuffie called, shivering. The house seemed so quiet, unlike her old apartment. There was always some kind of noise, either from the people above her, below her, or on both sides. At first she found the noises annoying, but soon she became used to them and she relied on them to make her sleep more comfortably. But this house was so foreign and cold, just like him. "Squall!" she called again, standing up, her eyebrows drawn together in worry.

She walked out into the hall and sighed in relief. The bathroom door was shut and she heard water running, meaning he was only taking a shower. Her eyes lingered on the door for a few seconds, imagining what Squall looked like naked, under the hot, running water. Shut UP! She felt herself blushing lightly, something she didn't usually do. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. This wasn't good.

The phone rang, shaking her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the bathroom once more, wondering if she should get it or let the answering machine pick up. She wondered if he even bothered recording a message for the answering machine. She walked into the kitchen and positioned her hand over the phone, then finally picked it up and put it to her ear.

Before she could say hello, a booming voice came out from the other end.

"Hey Leon, what's shakin'? I see you've actually picked up your phone this time. Nice. Have you been ignoring me, lately? Anyway I wanted to know if me and my girlfriend could come over to your place because my parents are home and I wouldn't want them to catch us—"

"Hello?" Yuffie asked. She had never heard anyone talk so much on one breath of air.

"Whoa! A girl! It's about time Squall brought some girl home to lay, I mean really—"

Yuffie narrowed her eyes. "You jerk! How dare you say something so incredibly—"

She gasped when she felt the phone being pulled out of her hands without so much as a warning. She turned around. It was Squall, his waist covered in a white towel, looking incredibly pissed.

"You again? Damnit, stop calling here," he said angrily, slamming the phone down.

"Who was that?" Yuffie asked, trying with all her might not to let her eyes venture down his neck. She felt herself flushing. Here he was, an extremely attractive guy, standing almost all naked, wrapped in a towel and dripping wet. She grinned a little.

"That was the neighbor. Don't ever talk to him and I think you'll be fine. Ignore everything he said," he replied, and promptly left the kitchen to go to his bedroom. She heard a loud yell once the door slammed after him. She ran into the room and opened the door, glancing around in alarm.

"What!" she called out. Squall was standing by the bed, still in the towel, staring at the animals that covered the whole bed.

"What are these?" he asked. "There is no way stuffed animals are going to be sitting on this bed."

Yuffie moved towards the bed and pushed her elephant out of the way and sat down, picking up Mr. Fluffy, her puppy doll, and squeezing him. A soft 'I love you! Woof!' came out of his mouth. Yuffie hugged him. "He's so cute...how could you resist him?"

"It's only a stupid stuffed animal, and I want them off the bed."

"But I can't fall asleep without them," Yuffie protested, holding the stuffed animal out. "How could you say no to these eyes?"

He grabbed it out of her hand and tossed it behind him, then circled the bed, brushing them all off with the sweep of his hand. "This is my house, and we go by my rules. My bed is not a tea table to prop your teddy bears on."

Yuffie stood up, clenching her fists. She had just got there, and they were already fighting. "I thought we made a deal!"

"The deal never said that your animals were allowed on the bed. Now get out so I can get dressed," he answered impassively. She groaned and left the room, slamming the door shut behind her. "There! Take that!"

She stormed down the hall and stopped in the doorway of the living room. Okay Yuffie, come down. They were just stuffed animals. Just. Stuffed. Animals. You're a big girl, you can handle it. She took a deep breath. Calm. She was calm again. Okay. She sat on one of the couches and picked up a remote, flicking the T.V. on and tried to concentrate on watching the show. It was some kind of cartoon, and it looked like a cat man with a red robe thing hopping along with a bad temper. (A/N: I've never actually watched Inyuasha before but it was the first show that came to mind.)

She stared at the screen and squirmed around. Her stomach was growling loudly, and she wouldn't be surprised if Squall thought there was an earthquake or something coming from the living room. Or maybe that something was happening on the T.V. Either way, she was starving and she knew her stomach wouldn't settle for carrots and milk.

Standing up slowly and gripping her stomach, she limped into the kitchen, moaning. If she put on her best tired-hungry-and-pathetic act then Squall would take her to McDonald's. She would have to get a Big Mac. No, TWO Big Macs, and a large fry. And a large pop. And maybe she could coax him into buying her a McFlurry.

"Squall," she moaned, looking around the kitchen. He wasn't in there. She limped down the hall to the bedroom, holding her one arm out like a zombie and the other one still clutching her stomach. "Squall...ugghhh..."

She poked her head into his room. He was sitting on his bed with a laptop on his lap, fully dressed in a pair of fuzzy cotton plaid sleeping pants and a white T-shirt. His fingers were flying over the keyboard and he barely seemed to notice Yuffie come into the room until she moaned again.

"What is it?" he asked, looking up. "What are you doing?"

Yuffie burst into laughter. She probably looked really strange, bent and doubled over, one arm outstretched at him and moaning. She must look like a cripple with her back broken and moaning in pain. She remembered she wasn't supposed to laugh but appear to be pathetic and helpless, so she stopped laughing and crept closer to him.

"I'm hungry..." she moaned. "I need food."

"So eat some carrots and lose some weight," he said briskly, staring intently at the screen. "I'm looking up something for work, leave me alone."

As soon as he said 'weight,' Yuffie straightened up and immediately put her hands on her stomach and felt around, not wanting to lift up her shirt to take a look. As far as she was concerned, her stomach was still flat and her legs weren't even close to be called, 'thunder thighs.' She was still as slender as before. Her grandmother had always wanted to fatten her up, but no matter how much Yuffie stuffed down her throat, she never gained an ounce. "Fast metabolism," her mother used to say.

"I need food, look at me, I'm begging you. I need a Big Mac," she moaned, looking at him with her best impression of big, round puppy dog eyes. "Please?"

He sighed and closed the top of the laptop and turned it off and set it on his bedside. "It's too late to go, it's already eleven o'clock."

Yuffie's eyes widened. "Already? You must be lying."

Squall shook his head and pointed to his alarm clock. "If it says it's eleven then I think it really is."

Yuffie's eyes lightened. "But no! Don't they have that thing where they're opened extra late? Hah! So we can go. I bet you were just looking for an excuse," she said smugly. "So can we go? Please? It will be so cool! I'll change into my pajamas and not wear any shoes," she said excitedly.

"Fine...hurry up. I'll be in the car," he said, getting up and grabbing his keys from beside his laptop. Once he left the room, shutting it behind him, Yuffie dug around in her drawer for her pajamas and pulled them out. They were pale blue with little duckies on them. She smiled and pulled off her clothes and put on her pajamas, tripping over the legs and falling onto the bed. "Grr..." she managed to say when she finally pulled them on. She ran out into the hall and looked around. One of the doors had to lead to the garage. Since there were four doors in the hallway, one a bathroom and one a bedroom, then there were two other ones...but which one?

She chose the closest one and it just happened to lead to the garage. She stepped onto the cool cement and ran over to the passenger side of Squall's car. It was already up and running, exhaust fumes filling the room. Yuffie opened the door and slipped on, breathing in deeply. "Ahh..."

"You like that smell?" he said, shaking his head. "Whatever...let's just go."

"Okay," she said with a grin while rolling down her windows and sticking her head out to stare down the street. "This is a nice neighborhood. Except for that neighbor boy," she added.

"Uh-huh..." he said absently, keeping his grip firm on the steering wheel and staring straight ahead. Yuffie rolled the window back up and faced in the right direction.

"This is so cool! I've never done anything like this before," she said and turned up the volume on the radio and blasting it so anyone a mile away could hear its pulse. She swayed with the beat until a hand turned it off.

"Hey, I was listening to that," she protested, reaching her hand out to turn it back up.

"My car, my rules," he said briefly. "Besides, we're here."

And it was true, they had pulled into McDonald's and Yuffie could already smell the fries. Squall slowed down at the and stopped by the menu. "What do you want?"

"Two Big Macs, a large fry, and a large coke, and a vanilla McFlurry," she replied promptly.

"Are you sure you can eat all of that?" he asked.

"Of course I can," she said defiantly.

Squall shrugged and ordered, paid at the window, and grabbed the bag of food at the second window and handed it to Yuffie. She immediately ripped open the top and pulled out three french fries at once and stuffed them in her mouth. "Food!" she managed to say. "Want some?" she asked, offering him some that were half bitten.

"I don't think so," he replied.

She shrugged. "Suit yourself."

By the time they got home, Yuffie had polished off one of the Big Macs, all of the fries, and half her pop and was working on her McFlurry. She ran inside and threw the bag, fry container, and watery pop away and sat at the table with her dessert and sandwich.

After she got down most of the McFlurry, she threw it away and moaned. "I ate too much..." She stumbled into the bedroom where Squall was sitting up in bed, still on his laptop and collapsed onto the bed, gripping her stomach.

"Still hungry?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Obviously not," she hissed. "I'm going to bed, and I don't care what you say, all of my stuffed animals are sleeping with us!"

Before she could grab them, her head hit the pillow and she was out like a light. Squall shut off his laptop and turned off the lamp on the bedside and contemplated waking her up and telling her to sleep on the ground, but thought better of it.

I'm done with the first chapter! I know, I know, not much action or whatever but review anyways. I wrote and re-wrote this chapter four times until it was slightly better. Well, watch for the next chapter and please make me happy! Please review! Every review counts to me and I promise if you review I'll mention you in the end credits when the story is done, and if you say something really nice or ask a question in your review I'll mention you and talk to you on the next chapter. Okay? And don't forget, free Squall posters for reviewers!

P.S. How do you put double spaces between paragraphs? Whenever I do it always goes back to original and I know that since these paragraphs are longer than my normal ones, it might hurt your eyes AND mine.