Final Fantasy 8, Squall Leonheart, Soma-The Strokes
Author: Wolfchildblazer
Title of work: Shards of Individuality
Rating: G
Fandom: Final Fantasy 8
Character: Squall Leonheart
Song and Artist/Composer: Soma by The Strokes
Song Number: Song # 6
Disclaimer: I do not own the song or the characters contain within, I'm only playing with them.
Summary :(AU) He had to learn to let go and become who he was.
Shards of Individuality
Soma is what they would take
When hard times opened their eyes
Squall literally flopped into his bed as he fought with a building headache. It was trying to be like everybody else, making himself to be as conforming as possible. At the same time indescribable just in case things change again. The pressure in his head built a little more which caused him to reach for a hidden bottle of aspirin. Hidden, because aspirin was a precious commodity in a military garden, not to mention in a guy’s room, in plain slight was a weakness. Stating they couldn’t handle the pain and relied on pain-killers to do the work.
Truly he normally didn’t have a problem with pain and such, but he was reaching a difficult time. For his entire life he has been trained to mold and blend to complete any mission successfully. Which is great, if he wanted to be a pretender, but he was becoming a teenager when all the hormones wake up and introduce themselves. So, of course the trends, and clicks changed daily, with that so did Squall.
Saw pain in a new way
High stakes for a few names
Oh, sure he didn’t mess much with his physical looks, he had caught the appreciative glances to his attributes. Longing looks from many well-endowed females who trailed his messy cinnamon locks, and his enchanting grey-blue eyes. His ears caught their whispers of mysterious, gorgeous, and things of that nature. So, it wasn’t his physical attributes he had to constantly remold. However, changing clothes, walks, conversation tactics, and interactions was difficult and pain worthy.
Those who failed were disregarded by their peers, and frowned upon by their teachers. It meant they weren’t performing to their maximum proficiency. Following, if they kept failing, especially in a subsequent order, they were ousted from the garden. Squall didn’t have that choice, even if it was painful to adapt along with physical training, for he was an orphan. Which meant he did not have a home to go to, and he so desperately wanted to be accepted. Failure, no matter how much of a relief it would be, was not an option, not at all.
Racing against sunbeams
Losing against their dreams
Squall did a magnificent back flip twist to avoid the last obstacle of the course. He was the first and only one to complete it, and with a fairly difficult time to beat as well. Towel drying the back of his neck and catching a few quick sips from his water bottle he watched the others perform under the instructor’s scrutiny. The other instructor nodded to him with approval and tossed him his first weapon, and only weapon he would learn. Glancing at the prototype in his hand, he nearly smirked, but that would show superiority, which was looked down upon. Resting in his hand was a gunblade, he was going to be the first master gunblade specialist. Bowing lightly to the professors, his attention was brought back to the others.
Since he had completed the obstacle course, thirty-four had failed in a time of twenty minutes. Two had completed it as well, one was handed metal-plated gloves, the other was handed a whip. Squall blinked once, normally those weapons were handed to the most powerful, and the most flexible. These denoted exactly what these two would be like as far as fighting styles go. Still, he had those most difficult, so he was pleased and his peers were wowed. The class finally ended, about an hour later, and out of a class of three hundred and twenty eight, only twenty passed. Also, out of that twenty only ten completed the course per the instructors orders and gained their weapons. Squall was then faced with congratulations, and he mirrored his actions from the instructional videos. Those fake emotions painted his face, and pained his cheeks.
In our eyes
I AM
Scanning those of the cafeteria, he saw the glove-fighter pouting as the luncheon lady informed him they were out of hotdogs. He had just missed the last one by seconds, and the glove-fighter gave a disappointed yell. Squall shook his head, his attitude wasn’t right, and if he didn’t straighten up he would be tossed out. Though watching the animated blond, he wondered how it felt to not be anybody, but who you were. Also, how nice it must be to not feel pain every second because you weren’t forcing your body to its extremes and beyond. For a second, he felt the beginnings of a twitch in his facial muscles and he pushed it down. Smiling was not allowed, he could not fail, and the pain came again as he pushed against his instinct to do such a thing.
Stop
And go
In your eyes
Slightly loosening his collar and tie, he relaxed into the cafeteria booth and focused on his text book. That was acceptable behavior for one sitting alone, and for one at the top of the class. Since these both applied to him at the moment, this was the action he took. However, a shadow fell over him, and then some one plopped beside him. With a grace born of training and natural inclinations he closed his textbook. Yet, before he could prescribe his attention to the person, someone broke edict.
"Woo man, its way harsh how they are always out of hotdogs when I come." The blond glove-fisted fighter whooshed out. Squall froze just for a minute as his brain fed him the information needed, his new companion was known for the notorious rule-breaker, Zell Dincht. Marked noticeably by the out of place, and definitely not protocol, tribal tattoo on his face. Squall would have cursed his luck if he was allowed.
"You’re one of those stuffy top students aren’t you?" Zell questioned while nipping at his thumb. Squall blinked, his manual brain malfunctioning as it was unable to form the correct response.
"Dincht, I am a top student, but I have no knowledge as to whether stuffy or not." Squall answered while mentally flinching on how stupid that sounded.
"Oi, chicken wuss, leave Leonheart alone!" Another blond called, his long grey trench coat waving menacingly behind him. Squall could have blanch, he felt the overwhelming need to, it was Seifer Almasy, his ‘rival,’ and training partner.
Said I am
Stop
And go
In your eyes
Ever since that fateful, and it was fate filled, day in the cafeteria Squall has to endure the presence of the two. Seifer was a bit more reasonable because he tended to emulate the requirements of the garden, well that was as long as he and Zell weren’t in the same vicinity. Zell, however, was like the proverbial breath of fresh air from the staleness of the garden. Training was the only thing Zell took seriously within the garden, well unless Seifer was there, then it was a free for all.
However, with all their shortcomings and misdemeanors, Squall never felt more relaxed. He was also getting back in touch with himself, but he definitely was trying to keep it under wraps. "Hey, Squall." Zell voice greeted, Squall lifted his eyes up to see the said pair approaching, and of course they were arguing.
Let’s go
Squall was letting his restraints go little by little. Especially since Zell had gotten into the habit of bringing a different girl over everyday. Squall didn’t mind, it was natural for pairing to began, and he was slightly thrilled that something else occupied Zell’s time. Then let’s bug the heck out of Squall to see if he’ll react game. Now if only Seifer would stop challenging him every minute in order to break their records.
He liked to train, he liked being the best, but now, he was also beginning to like being human.
When I saw her for the first time
Lips moved as eyes closed
Squall blinked warily as a figure in white danced across his vision. She hadn’t noticed him yet, in fact, he doubted she noticed much just swaying outside on the balcony. He had incredibly sharp eyesight from all his training, and she spun, her eyes closed and her lips moving with the words of the song. Gently, and elegant she made her way to the dance, and her eyes began to open.
Heard something in his voice
"And I’ll be there." he says
And he walks out.
Rinoa enjoyed her bit with the brunette male that was just so untouchable. He was just beyond reach leaning against the pillar like he was sculpted from it. Dressed sharp, and looking fine, she smiled and began her approach. Something about him was calling her, so she ignored her mission for the moment. She teased him into dancing with her and as her day dreams began parading knights in paradise that was remarkably similar to him, she just sighed happily.
However, her mission came first, as she was reminded by another. So, she told him she would have to leave, and he let her go without so much as by your leave. Before he left Rinoa reached forward with a gentle hand to stop him. "If I ever need your help, would you be there?" She asked quietly, wondering why his answer would mean so much.
"I’ll be there." He says, then he turns and walks off. His form vanishing into the garden interior, she wished so much that she was free to go after the brown-haired enigma.
Somehow he was trying too hard
To be like them
Quistis observed her once student, now turned equal with a gentle smile. He wasn’t meant to be among them, he was to untouchable, and he changed people with just a glance. For that was how he talked nowadays with gazes and glances. He was trying far to hard to fit in and appear like them. Quistis knew though that he couldn’t, he had a hidden shine and his destiny was just enormous.
Squall Leonheart, definitely did not need to be like normal people. Quistis was glad he was beginning to realize this, and he was beginning to shrug off all they tried to make and mold him.
I am
Stop
And go
In your eyes
And I am
Stop
Oh darling let me go
Rinoa was pushing him to change, but he didn’t want to change. He had found himself, he had shrugged off the chains that bound him. That made him like everybody else, but he wasn’t everybody else. He was just Squall Leonheart, and though there were titles along with his name, he was not the titles. They started applying things to him, trying to categorizing him like every one else.
No, he had finally settled into his identity, and he wasn’t going to let some pretty female disrupt that. He knew who he was, and he let the world know. So, Rinoa need to let him go the way he was, or he would gladly walk away on his own.
Try it once and they liked it
They try to hide it
Said I’ve been doing this twenty-five years
Well I’m not listening no more
And his friends they keep asking for more
Oh yeah
Others were beginning to break the mold, Squall could see it. Little changes to the uniform, normally unnoticeable unless you were good at things like that. Squall didn’t even bother with the garden uniform, now he dressed casual, and he caught many eyes. He heard their whispers of admiration, and love of his mystic, but at the same time they denied it.
They wanted to hide who they were, but Squall no longer confirmed to such rules and regulations. Now his friends wanted to know all about him, down to every single like and dislike. They wanted it right now, but Squall’s taste change just like everyone else. In that they wanted to be notified right away as they changed. Well, screw that, he’s Squall Leonheart, and that’s all they really need to know.
Oh, but that’s it.
Title of work: Shards of Individuality
Rating: G
Fandom: Final Fantasy 8
Character: Squall Leonheart
Song and Artist/Composer: Soma by The Strokes
Song Number: Song # 6
Disclaimer: I do not own the song or the characters contain within, I'm only playing with them.
Summary :(AU) He had to learn to let go and become who he was.
Shards of Individuality
Soma is what they would take
When hard times opened their eyes
Squall literally flopped into his bed as he fought with a building headache. It was trying to be like everybody else, making himself to be as conforming as possible. At the same time indescribable just in case things change again. The pressure in his head built a little more which caused him to reach for a hidden bottle of aspirin. Hidden, because aspirin was a precious commodity in a military garden, not to mention in a guy’s room, in plain slight was a weakness. Stating they couldn’t handle the pain and relied on pain-killers to do the work.
Truly he normally didn’t have a problem with pain and such, but he was reaching a difficult time. For his entire life he has been trained to mold and blend to complete any mission successfully. Which is great, if he wanted to be a pretender, but he was becoming a teenager when all the hormones wake up and introduce themselves. So, of course the trends, and clicks changed daily, with that so did Squall.
Saw pain in a new way
High stakes for a few names
Oh, sure he didn’t mess much with his physical looks, he had caught the appreciative glances to his attributes. Longing looks from many well-endowed females who trailed his messy cinnamon locks, and his enchanting grey-blue eyes. His ears caught their whispers of mysterious, gorgeous, and things of that nature. So, it wasn’t his physical attributes he had to constantly remold. However, changing clothes, walks, conversation tactics, and interactions was difficult and pain worthy.
Those who failed were disregarded by their peers, and frowned upon by their teachers. It meant they weren’t performing to their maximum proficiency. Following, if they kept failing, especially in a subsequent order, they were ousted from the garden. Squall didn’t have that choice, even if it was painful to adapt along with physical training, for he was an orphan. Which meant he did not have a home to go to, and he so desperately wanted to be accepted. Failure, no matter how much of a relief it would be, was not an option, not at all.
Racing against sunbeams
Losing against their dreams
Squall did a magnificent back flip twist to avoid the last obstacle of the course. He was the first and only one to complete it, and with a fairly difficult time to beat as well. Towel drying the back of his neck and catching a few quick sips from his water bottle he watched the others perform under the instructor’s scrutiny. The other instructor nodded to him with approval and tossed him his first weapon, and only weapon he would learn. Glancing at the prototype in his hand, he nearly smirked, but that would show superiority, which was looked down upon. Resting in his hand was a gunblade, he was going to be the first master gunblade specialist. Bowing lightly to the professors, his attention was brought back to the others.
Since he had completed the obstacle course, thirty-four had failed in a time of twenty minutes. Two had completed it as well, one was handed metal-plated gloves, the other was handed a whip. Squall blinked once, normally those weapons were handed to the most powerful, and the most flexible. These denoted exactly what these two would be like as far as fighting styles go. Still, he had those most difficult, so he was pleased and his peers were wowed. The class finally ended, about an hour later, and out of a class of three hundred and twenty eight, only twenty passed. Also, out of that twenty only ten completed the course per the instructors orders and gained their weapons. Squall was then faced with congratulations, and he mirrored his actions from the instructional videos. Those fake emotions painted his face, and pained his cheeks.
In our eyes
I AM
Scanning those of the cafeteria, he saw the glove-fighter pouting as the luncheon lady informed him they were out of hotdogs. He had just missed the last one by seconds, and the glove-fighter gave a disappointed yell. Squall shook his head, his attitude wasn’t right, and if he didn’t straighten up he would be tossed out. Though watching the animated blond, he wondered how it felt to not be anybody, but who you were. Also, how nice it must be to not feel pain every second because you weren’t forcing your body to its extremes and beyond. For a second, he felt the beginnings of a twitch in his facial muscles and he pushed it down. Smiling was not allowed, he could not fail, and the pain came again as he pushed against his instinct to do such a thing.
Stop
And go
In your eyes
Slightly loosening his collar and tie, he relaxed into the cafeteria booth and focused on his text book. That was acceptable behavior for one sitting alone, and for one at the top of the class. Since these both applied to him at the moment, this was the action he took. However, a shadow fell over him, and then some one plopped beside him. With a grace born of training and natural inclinations he closed his textbook. Yet, before he could prescribe his attention to the person, someone broke edict.
"Woo man, its way harsh how they are always out of hotdogs when I come." The blond glove-fisted fighter whooshed out. Squall froze just for a minute as his brain fed him the information needed, his new companion was known for the notorious rule-breaker, Zell Dincht. Marked noticeably by the out of place, and definitely not protocol, tribal tattoo on his face. Squall would have cursed his luck if he was allowed.
"You’re one of those stuffy top students aren’t you?" Zell questioned while nipping at his thumb. Squall blinked, his manual brain malfunctioning as it was unable to form the correct response.
"Dincht, I am a top student, but I have no knowledge as to whether stuffy or not." Squall answered while mentally flinching on how stupid that sounded.
"Oi, chicken wuss, leave Leonheart alone!" Another blond called, his long grey trench coat waving menacingly behind him. Squall could have blanch, he felt the overwhelming need to, it was Seifer Almasy, his ‘rival,’ and training partner.
Said I am
Stop
And go
In your eyes
Ever since that fateful, and it was fate filled, day in the cafeteria Squall has to endure the presence of the two. Seifer was a bit more reasonable because he tended to emulate the requirements of the garden, well that was as long as he and Zell weren’t in the same vicinity. Zell, however, was like the proverbial breath of fresh air from the staleness of the garden. Training was the only thing Zell took seriously within the garden, well unless Seifer was there, then it was a free for all.
However, with all their shortcomings and misdemeanors, Squall never felt more relaxed. He was also getting back in touch with himself, but he definitely was trying to keep it under wraps. "Hey, Squall." Zell voice greeted, Squall lifted his eyes up to see the said pair approaching, and of course they were arguing.
Let’s go
Squall was letting his restraints go little by little. Especially since Zell had gotten into the habit of bringing a different girl over everyday. Squall didn’t mind, it was natural for pairing to began, and he was slightly thrilled that something else occupied Zell’s time. Then let’s bug the heck out of Squall to see if he’ll react game. Now if only Seifer would stop challenging him every minute in order to break their records.
He liked to train, he liked being the best, but now, he was also beginning to like being human.
When I saw her for the first time
Lips moved as eyes closed
Squall blinked warily as a figure in white danced across his vision. She hadn’t noticed him yet, in fact, he doubted she noticed much just swaying outside on the balcony. He had incredibly sharp eyesight from all his training, and she spun, her eyes closed and her lips moving with the words of the song. Gently, and elegant she made her way to the dance, and her eyes began to open.
Heard something in his voice
"And I’ll be there." he says
And he walks out.
Rinoa enjoyed her bit with the brunette male that was just so untouchable. He was just beyond reach leaning against the pillar like he was sculpted from it. Dressed sharp, and looking fine, she smiled and began her approach. Something about him was calling her, so she ignored her mission for the moment. She teased him into dancing with her and as her day dreams began parading knights in paradise that was remarkably similar to him, she just sighed happily.
However, her mission came first, as she was reminded by another. So, she told him she would have to leave, and he let her go without so much as by your leave. Before he left Rinoa reached forward with a gentle hand to stop him. "If I ever need your help, would you be there?" She asked quietly, wondering why his answer would mean so much.
"I’ll be there." He says, then he turns and walks off. His form vanishing into the garden interior, she wished so much that she was free to go after the brown-haired enigma.
Somehow he was trying too hard
To be like them
Quistis observed her once student, now turned equal with a gentle smile. He wasn’t meant to be among them, he was to untouchable, and he changed people with just a glance. For that was how he talked nowadays with gazes and glances. He was trying far to hard to fit in and appear like them. Quistis knew though that he couldn’t, he had a hidden shine and his destiny was just enormous.
Squall Leonheart, definitely did not need to be like normal people. Quistis was glad he was beginning to realize this, and he was beginning to shrug off all they tried to make and mold him.
I am
Stop
And go
In your eyes
And I am
Stop
Oh darling let me go
Rinoa was pushing him to change, but he didn’t want to change. He had found himself, he had shrugged off the chains that bound him. That made him like everybody else, but he wasn’t everybody else. He was just Squall Leonheart, and though there were titles along with his name, he was not the titles. They started applying things to him, trying to categorizing him like every one else.
No, he had finally settled into his identity, and he wasn’t going to let some pretty female disrupt that. He knew who he was, and he let the world know. So, Rinoa need to let him go the way he was, or he would gladly walk away on his own.
Try it once and they liked it
They try to hide it
Said I’ve been doing this twenty-five years
Well I’m not listening no more
And his friends they keep asking for more
Oh yeah
Others were beginning to break the mold, Squall could see it. Little changes to the uniform, normally unnoticeable unless you were good at things like that. Squall didn’t even bother with the garden uniform, now he dressed casual, and he caught many eyes. He heard their whispers of admiration, and love of his mystic, but at the same time they denied it.
They wanted to hide who they were, but Squall no longer confirmed to such rules and regulations. Now his friends wanted to know all about him, down to every single like and dislike. They wanted it right now, but Squall’s taste change just like everyone else. In that they wanted to be notified right away as they changed. Well, screw that, he’s Squall Leonheart, and that’s all they really need to know.
Oh, but that’s it.