Sniper

by Behemoth

Irvine sat alone next to the window where in a few minutes time the sorceress would be in sight, as her float would go though the gate. Quistis and the others where waiting there all ready to spring the trap on the sorceress.

But little did the others know how scared he was at the moment. He had never felt this alone since he left the orphanage on the Centra continent and left his friends...

Friends.

Friends who had forgotten him like if he was a piece of dust on the slates of time.

He longed to tell the others, to refresh their memories, but a part of him thought that they hadn’t forgotten but they were being spiteful towards him.

It was him who had the responsibility. The responsibility to make this operation work, it all depended on him he wanted to leave, the idea of him doing such a thing was too much, but he wanted to make them.

Leonhart and the others, he wanted them to acknowledge that he was as good as any of them.

Maybe then they would treat him with a friendlier attitude, so far he felt all he was getting from them was the feeling he was not wanted.

After all he had remembered them straight away while they had treated him like a stranger.

It was not that he didn’t disrespect any of them, Leonhart in particular was very different from the boy he knew as a child, he had grown strong.

He remembered what Squall was like when Ellone left. He had been left weak and lonely with Ellone gone. You could hear him sometimes after that talking to him as if Ellone could hear him. It was rather sad.

The thought washed over him.

However Squall now seemed to have been hardened by this he now without knowing it in his opinion had everyone of his companions total respect and he was sure that Quistis and Rinoa both had unspoken feelings for him.

He felt a slight surge of anger.

How could he not care how people felt about him? It’s rather sodding selfish to get such feelings from people and not show any sort of gratitude.

He’d do anything to make the others care for him to be welcomed back into the fold.

Before he knew anything else he was brought face to face with Squall.

"Irvine, it's time."

He felt a longing to leave but he wanted to stay.

He froze. He saw Rinoa and Leonhart's faces turn anxious.

Irvine could not face missing his shot.

But he needed to get the sorceress or he never be recognised he wanted back into the group so bad it was worse than that time he’d been hit by a grendal in training.

He quickly covered up his pause to Leonhart and took aim.

He was too late; his hesitation had given the sorceress time to put up a barrier to stop the bullet.

He could have kicked himself.

How could he allow himself to be distracted and as Squall dropped down to face the sorceress he felt useless. How could he make it up to them now? He and he alone had endangered them all.

He got to his feet and he and Rinoa rushed to assist Squall.

He was pissed that he had been under the spot so much to make him miss.

But they were too late; by the time they had reached the float where the sorceress was Squall was pierced by a Blizzara crystal.

Damn.

He then ran to avoid capture.

Leaving a saddening, anger in his heart.

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