In My Field of Flowers

Disclaimer: I do NOt own ANY Final Fantasy VIII characters, though I wished.

Rated: R/for now

!WARNINGS! A classic Mary-Sue fic! If you don't like girls mysteriously finding their way in the world of Final Fantasy VIII then, I suggest you leave as quickly as possible.

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Summary: Seventeen year old Lisa Cardaci, spends her birthday in Japan to meet with Executive Producer, Hironobu Sakaguchi. What does that have to do with her winding up outside of Balamb a week before all conflicts?

Don't waste your touch, you won't feel anything
Or were you sent to save me?
I've thought too much, you won't find anything...
Worthy of redeeming
To... break down, and cease all feeling
Burn now, what once was breathing
Reach out, and you may take my heart away


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Chapter Ten: Asleep For You

"Hello, love."

I froze, becoming completely still. "No-no!"

"Look at the mess you made," Seifer tisked, jerking my body closer to him, hitting one of my injuries, I grit my teeth with sharp intakes of breath. "Didn't think you had it in you."

I suddenly got that sick feeling again. This was probably the most biggest insult he could make. I was helpless, didn't even have the energy to defend myself, and he knew it. "There, there, puppet. Don't be upset. He was after-all, a 'bad man'."

"Get away from me!"

"You need to breathe or else you'll pass out," he warns. "It's just a soldier, I don't why the fuck you give two shits about it. Now, c'mon."

"I...c-ca-can't..." I coughed, feeling my chest tighten up. I hadn't realized how sick I was. He didn't seem too empathetic about it.

"For fuck's sake!" Seifer hoisted me over his shoulder and continued walking towards the stairs. I was, slowly starting to pass out. It's to the point where I couldn't even see what was in front of me and each bump up the steps, made it worse. "I expected you to be a fighter."

This is hell, isn't it? Right through that door, tell me it's not shackles and fire. A little throne with David Bowie with his riding whip and goblins? Oh, wait, it's the 'let's interrogate Squall room, even better.

I held my stomach, as I awaited the painful impact with the floor. Surprisingly, it never came, instead, he sat me down on a chair, and stared metaphorical holes into my head.

"Squall's going to come looking for you," he started, mockingly. "And when lover-boy does, I have a few questions to ask him."

The dizziness went away and I felt well enough for a brawl. "You're a coward for bringing them here. You should have enough guts to at least talk with him face to face. You tie him to a friggin' wall-circle-platform-thingy."

He flushed, hotly. Bingo! "I'm not a coward, he is! what Edea wants, she gets. If I had it my way, they'd be dead. But you..."

So, NA!

"That was very adult of you, Seifer." I would have laughed if it wasn't for the ache in my sides. It was like a virus, swarming through my blood, unable to be washed clean. "It was always between you two, even when you when you were a little boy...not that much has changed now."

"Even if I did offer you my right side, you wouldn't take it. You're just like him, so cold-hearted, and you both don't appreciate anything I do." Seifer, sighs, fishing out at a pack of cigarettes. "Looks like you're suffering, want one?"

I didn't even want to comment on that. Right side. Oh, come on. My mind was still on my hands and red life that's dried up into burgundy. I couldn't move without shivering, couldn't breathe without smelling his death. Seifer's words were far from me, not even coherent anymore.

"You wouldn't happen to know what the true meaning of SeeD is, would you?" His voice was actually more softer this time. Not that annoying, Ah Ha! voice. "How about if I let you cure yourself?"

I ignored him, verting my eyes towards the controls. Like I'm going to be okay after I'm cured? I don't think Murder has any perks. People don't just 'get over' it. Cure yourself, it'll go away! I should probably take Shiva with me and attempt to forget about it all.

A feral grin spreads across his face and all I could think of was slapping it off. You'd get sick of looking at a more serious version of Nick Carter, from the Backstreet Boys.

"You're a real conversationalist," he blows the smoke my way. "You must think I'm a real dick."

I have a list of things to say to him right now, and dick would be considered one of the more nicer profanities. I covered my legs with my arms, resting my head down. All I need to do is try to focus on something else. Something happier.

I lick my lips parched, cringing at how dry and chapped my they are. A taste that I couldn't get passed. Metallic and of pennies, raw and bitter. I was starving and not at the same time. Thirsty, but too afraid to drink it, incase it came back up. I was angry, but too weak to show it.

"He'll never come for me," I thought, loudly. "He hates me. He'll somehow manage to twist this, trying to blame it all on me."

Seifer raised an eyebrow at this, that same amused smile, that I'm still restraining myself from sawing off. "Leonhart is too predictable. Guard, I'm going to the Control Room, I don't think she'll be too hard to handle."

I jolt up, hearing the door slam.

"Easy on the door, Nick!" I called over my shoulder, laughing a bit. Back to that singing career of his. I can see Seifer in a boy-band, hand on his heart, singing a song about love. Alright, so, maybe not love, but passion? The day his dream came true, when he got on all fours and took it from the Sorceress, man...woman...man..wo-man?

"Hey-what the?" the voice was cut off by a raspy scream, the sound making me shoot up from the chair. I turned, seeing the guard on the ground. An intruder, an Elite, held a very familiar Revolver in his hand.

Just when I was about to question him, my stomach wrenched, and I scrunched down to the floor, lying on my front to somehow squash it away. My nails rake across the tiles, back to my sides. I felt like someone was ripping me into shreds.

I don't think it's possible to go another ten-minutes of this. Nothing mattered, just the pain and the pounding in my head. A constant jab, with each thump of my heart. A fever that danced across my body and sweat that formed above my brow.

"I wouldn't call this predictable," chuckled, the light, but deep voice. Honey sweet and soft. He wrapped my arms around him, lifting me up. "Just hold on to me and I'll get you out of here."

"Irvine, it hurts."

He licks his lips, a sudden nervousness apparent on his face. "I know, Darlin'. Irvine just needs to figure out how to do this."

"Ru-un," I gasped, feeling another wave of ache in my side. Seifer will be back and all hell will break lose, we'd never escape. That molesting blond will have me, (gross) at his (even more gross) 'right side', not his best might I add.

"Squeeze," he orders, breathlessly, starting to run down the corridor. My heart raced and all I could think about was what if we're caught and what if this pain never gets cured. Jesus, how great it would feel once someone liberates me of this.

"Irvine, am I going to be okay?" I could have just been too dramatic, but everything felt so numb now, blissfully numb. I was tired, now that I couldn't feel anything, so frozen inside. It was the weirdest paradise, but it was at least something.

"Lisa-" he stops, looking left, then right. "You cannot die until everyone sees that you're okay and that I've done something remotely good. I cannot afford to have Selphie mad at me."

I groaned, as I started to panic again. "That was not comforting!"

A few more turns and I notice the slow of his pace. I wanted to scold him, tell him to move those, fantastically long legs, but I was still paralyzed. Watching the ceiling go passed us. The heavy light had my eyes falling shut and before I knew it, I was out-cold.

-

I was actually mourning the part where I wake up, but it was actually okay. I could feel the sun prying at my eyes, but I'm afraid to know where I am. The last thing I remember is Irvine carrying me down flights of stairs and around corners.

A cold cloth is placed on my back and I flinch, causing the person to stop in their soothing movements. "You're awake?"

I opened my eyes, feeling no threat towards the voice. Low and behold it was Squall Leonhart. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling him stiff under the touch. I mumbled sorry, before squeezing him.

A feeling of loss and overwhelm. He was here, I was safe.

I hear him sigh, as he wraps his arms around me. My body clinged to him, ignoring his gasps of surprise. My head rested on his shoulder, caught up in the scent of leather and musk. "I didn't want to do it, I tried not to, but I wanted to help...I only wanted to help."

"I know that this blood isn't yours," he states, pushing me away, gently. A look of concern in his eyes, seeking out anything revealing.

"A guard..."

"Must have been scared, it's what caused the shock."

Of course I was scared! Didn't we have this conversation in the car? It was terrible, so terrible infact, that I was screaming for you. The scariest part was when I hoped you'd come for me and you never did. I knew you couldn't hear me, but there had to be hope somewhere, right?

"I was so weak." Simple and down to the point. "Seifer made me feel so lost."

I watched as he rings out the cloth, crimson water splash into the bowl. It turned my stomach, making me feel sticky again. "I tried calling for you."

I blushed beneath the hair that fell in my face, thanking the Gods that he didn't push the conversation or ask any questions about it. Then again, his silence kind of makes me wonder about what he's thinking.

"So," I said, pointing to his earing. "What caused this rebellion?"

A slight pout formed on his full lips, gaped in concentration. The sign that he didn't want to talk about it. I awaited an answer, but was only fed the silent treatment, until he felt like talking.

"We're on our way to Balamb to warn Cid and staff that Missiles are coming for them. It might get dangerous-"

Frustrated, I pointed to my eye. "Do you see the concern in this eye?" I pointed to the other. "There's less in this one."

His eyes meet mine, startled gray eyes. "There's no reason to be scared and I know that's what you are. You killed someone back there and no one gets expelled from Heaven for a good deed. You think a person who enslaves people for a sorceress is a person of respect and honor?"

He looks away, before whispering. "I won't let anything happen to you...to anyone."

My arms relaxed, slightly. The words bringing this hope, next to believing it. If Squall promised or says he's going to do something, he does. I thought that it was suppose to be the other way around, aren't I suppose to be the one saving him and giving him comforting words?

I narrowed my eyes,"I guess I haven't been the best Gift Teller."

"I haven't been the best...damsel." I smiled, it was the first time I saw him look so awkward. He kind of tilts his head, verting his eyes around the room.

"I can understand if you don't want to know the future, but if it's to save your life, Squall-" I stopped to think, not sure if I wanted to continue. "If it's to save your life, then I will do everything in my power to prevent it."

"Let it happen," he says, glaring at me. It was a more serious look, one that made my stomach drop. For a seventeen year old, he sure has that superior attitude marked down, good.

He's not dying for her, no way is he going to get all emo on me, and do that. Not like he has a choice, but I'll fix it. "Are you going to tell me about that stud in your ear or what?" I asked, trying to change the conversation, for my sake.

"When I was fourteen it seemed like a good idea. I asked for a small sewing pack and took the needle with me one night, when it was really late. I've never seen Seifer so pissed off," he smiled, at the memory. "What about yours?"

"Well," I started, preparing myself for a long speech. "The nose was for my sixteenth birthday, it was a real struggle with my parents. They didn't want me to embarrass them or something. As you can see, I didn't pay attention to their wishes.The rest of the holes were, because it was just a Friday."

"You know, I always thought that getting all of this stuff out now, would get it out of my system later, when I'm older. I tried to talk it out with them and make them see where I was coming from, but they don't listen. I wanted to be different," I elaborated my hands around my body. "I think it explains me."

He nods, agreeing. "You're definitely odd, if that's what you were aiming for."

I put my hand on my chest, scornfully. "How could you?"

"Don't get me started with details..." he trails off, his eyes going to my hair, which probably looks like a bright red mop. "About your hair."

"Get away from me, you evil, soul-less thing, you!" I get up from the bed, pausing when Squall grips the silver around my neck, inching me closer for his inspection. Realizing it was a duplicate of Griever.

Instinctively, his hand went to his ring. Confusion distorting his face, as he looks to my necklace. His jaw clenches, tightly, as he whispers, "There's no way."

I snatched it back, studying the beautiful carvings of a flamed lion. "Now, before you freak out, consider the word destiny. Maybe it means that I'm suppose to be your protector?"

He got up from his seat, a look of resentment on his face. "You can't even protect yourself."

When he climbed into the front seat next to Rinoa, I sunk my face into the small pillow. Stupid stolen car, stupid Squall, stupid Rinoa. I am not some dumb and weak person.

My hand went to my pocket and I took out the the silver weapon. I can be part of this game. I beat it over ten times. I can beat it now. "I'm sorry if I let you down, but I'd die to prove you wrong."

-

Seifer: Why do people ALWAYS make me out to be the bad guy? Hm?!

Lady_Saktaka: You were evil, end of story.

Seifer: It's called Brainwashed, Hello!

Lady_Saktaka: Boys with Brittish accents aren't allowed to say 'Hello'. It winds up sounding weird.

Seifer: Thanks for reviewing the story, I KNOW that I'M your FAVORITE character.

Lady_Saktaka: (rolls eyes) Get over yourself and that's my line. Thanks for reading this chapter and listening to my annoying campanion.