Title: Twisted Rose Tales
Disclaimer: I don’t own Revolutionary Girl Utena, Harry Potter, or Final Fantasy VIII.
Summary: Squall used to scoff at the fairy tales his mother read him. Now he’s trapped in a modern fairy tale that took a left down strange and wishing he had paid a little more attention.
Author’s Notes: This is what happens when I pop in a DVD to listen to while I write. The WTF fairy needs to visit someone else for a change.
Twisted Rose Tales
“But you can get him to do anything you want,” the girl whined as she walked off, carelessly dropping her sword on the ground as she left.
Squall had no idea where people kept getting that idiotic idea.
Protecting the Rose Bride—and three months later Squall still had no clue how that title applied to a male—did not mean you got anything and everything you wanted. It meant you had to duel any idiot who was stupid enough to discover his secret, found a rose seal ring and challenged you. It meant you lived with weird roommate, human strays, and no less than five animals at any given time, a permanent resident being the Rose Bride’s grumpy over protective owl. It meant you had executive control on how he used his magic, but there really was no resisting the big green puppy dog eyes when he really wanted to do something or disapproved of what you were asking for. It meant you couldn’t pin him to the closest surface and snog him senseless because even though your first and only order to him was to be himself and to make his own choices so he wouldn’t follow you around like a lost puppy, there was still that chance his magic might take you showing any interest as an order and make him go along with it even if he didn’t want to.
Squall tossed the gunblade to the side and didn’t react when it dissolved into little motes of light and was reabsorbed into Harry’s body—it was such a common thing by now. They picked up their school bags, and started the long trek through the forest to the campus, Harry pulling out a study guide out of his bag for his Chemistry test the next day. Squall grabbed Harry’s elbow, and pulled him out the way of the nearest tree. This was a normal occurrence too. So was Harry’s embarrassed smile of thanks.
“I can’t believe I lost,” a female voice whined as they reached the edge of the forest.
Catching a glimpse of two girls’ uniforms through the trees, Squall grabbed Harry’s elbow again and dragged him to a stop. The last thing he wanted was to walk out of the forest and catch the girl and her friend attempting to exchange the ring so someone else could challenge him. The little morons always got upset when the ring dissolved after losing a challenge. The only permanent rings Squall knew of were the ones he and the student council held. Not that he knew how the other rings came about; even Harry had no clue where they were coming from and he was at the center of this whole mess.
Harry looked up from his notebook and tilted his head to the side in a silent question. Squall motioned for him to wait.
“Give me the ring. I’ll win,” an imperious voice demanded. Squall’s eyebrows shot up. Since when was Chang interested in the duels?
The first girl wailed. “It’s gone! It was right here a second ago.”
There was the sharp sound of skin meeting skin and the muffled thud of someone falling on the ground. Squall tightened his grip on Harry’s elbow to hold him still. Contrary to popular belief, Harry did have a temper. Squall knew that from watching Harry and Seifer interact during his first two weeks at this school. Harry hadn’t been able to do anything to actively fight back or go against Seifer’s wishes, but Harry had purposely been giving the blond moron a mild case of food poisoning every other day.
“You little idiot,” Chang hissed. “Do you have any idea what I went through to get that thing?!” Chang paused while the other girl cried softly. “No, of course you don’t. You just stay out of my way from now on. I’ll get another one. I’ll get another ring and win.”
Squall groaned softly as Chang stalked off, and he didn’t protest as Harry yanked his arm free and ran the rest of the way down the path. He followed Harry slowly, not ready to come out of the forest and face the teenage soap opera that was his life.
All Squall wanted was to finish his last two years of high school and go to a good college. That and Selphie’s presence here were why he had taken advantage of his father’s generosity to transfer to this school in the first place. Garden Academy had the best reputation of all five schools on Kiros’s short list of appropriate schools for Laguna Loire’s bastard son. Its status as a boarding school and its distance from Esthar were the icing on the chocolate cake of his fractured family life. Instead he was caught up in a thousand year old fairy tale with a twist only Selphie could dream up.
“’m sorry. I really, really am,” the girl cried into Harry’s shoulder. Squall racked his brain for the girl’s name—if the pleading look Harry was sending his way was any indication, he would need to know it in the near future because the girl would be taking over their couch for the night, and possibly even be moved into one of their dorm’s empty rooms tomorrow. “I was only doing what Cho told me to.”
The girl was part of the gang that followed Chang around…Her named started with an R…Hermione and Quistis both gripped about tutoring her and her friends…
“Romilda!” Squall barked, hoping he might shock her out of her crying fit.
Romilda wailed louder, and Harry shot him a dirty look for his efforts. Squall shrugged it off. It wasn’t his job to console the morons who lost.
“You can stay with us tonight,” Harry soothed as he helped her up off the ground. Romilda suddenly looked hopeful, and Harry added, “You can stay with Hermione in the girl’s half of the building. You know Hermione, right?”
Romilda pouted, “Yeah, she’s nice to me…”
Sighing, Squall picked up Harry’s discarded bag and, after a moments hesitation, Romilda’s as well, before following the two onto the campus. The girl was definitely moving in.
“But you can get him to do anything you want,” the girl whined as she walked off, carelessly dropping her sword on the ground as she left.
Squall had no idea where people kept getting that idiotic idea.
Protecting the Rose Bride—and three months later Squall still had no clue how that title applied to a male—did not mean you got anything and everything you wanted. It meant you had to duel any idiot who was stupid enough to discover his secret, found a rose seal ring and challenged you. It meant you lived with weird roommate, human strays, and no less than five animals at any given time, a permanent resident being the Rose Bride’s grumpy over protective owl. It meant you had executive control on how he used his magic, but there really was no resisting the big green puppy dog eyes when he really wanted to do something or disapproved of what you were asking for. It meant you couldn’t pin him to the closest surface and snog him senseless because even though your first and only order to him was to be himself and to make his own choices so he wouldn’t follow you around like a lost puppy, there was still that chance his magic might take you showing any interest as an order and make him go along with it even if he didn’t want to.
Squall tossed the gunblade to the side and didn’t react when it dissolved into little motes of light and was reabsorbed into Harry’s body—it was such a common thing by now. They picked up their school bags, and started the long trek through the forest to the campus, Harry pulling out a study guide out of his bag for his Chemistry test the next day. Squall grabbed Harry’s elbow, and pulled him out the way of the nearest tree. This was a normal occurrence too. So was Harry’s embarrassed smile of thanks.
“I can’t believe I lost,” a female voice whined as they reached the edge of the forest.
Catching a glimpse of two girls’ uniforms through the trees, Squall grabbed Harry’s elbow again and dragged him to a stop. The last thing he wanted was to walk out of the forest and catch the girl and her friend attempting to exchange the ring so someone else could challenge him. The little morons always got upset when the ring dissolved after losing a challenge. The only permanent rings Squall knew of were the ones he and the student council held. Not that he knew how the other rings came about; even Harry had no clue where they were coming from and he was at the center of this whole mess.
Harry looked up from his notebook and tilted his head to the side in a silent question. Squall motioned for him to wait.
“Give me the ring. I’ll win,” an imperious voice demanded. Squall’s eyebrows shot up. Since when was Chang interested in the duels?
The first girl wailed. “It’s gone! It was right here a second ago.”
There was the sharp sound of skin meeting skin and the muffled thud of someone falling on the ground. Squall tightened his grip on Harry’s elbow to hold him still. Contrary to popular belief, Harry did have a temper. Squall knew that from watching Harry and Seifer interact during his first two weeks at this school. Harry hadn’t been able to do anything to actively fight back or go against Seifer’s wishes, but Harry had purposely been giving the blond moron a mild case of food poisoning every other day.
“You little idiot,” Chang hissed. “Do you have any idea what I went through to get that thing?!” Chang paused while the other girl cried softly. “No, of course you don’t. You just stay out of my way from now on. I’ll get another one. I’ll get another ring and win.”
Squall groaned softly as Chang stalked off, and he didn’t protest as Harry yanked his arm free and ran the rest of the way down the path. He followed Harry slowly, not ready to come out of the forest and face the teenage soap opera that was his life.
All Squall wanted was to finish his last two years of high school and go to a good college. That and Selphie’s presence here were why he had taken advantage of his father’s generosity to transfer to this school in the first place. Garden Academy had the best reputation of all five schools on Kiros’s short list of appropriate schools for Laguna Loire’s bastard son. Its status as a boarding school and its distance from Esthar were the icing on the chocolate cake of his fractured family life. Instead he was caught up in a thousand year old fairy tale with a twist only Selphie could dream up.
“’m sorry. I really, really am,” the girl cried into Harry’s shoulder. Squall racked his brain for the girl’s name—if the pleading look Harry was sending his way was any indication, he would need to know it in the near future because the girl would be taking over their couch for the night, and possibly even be moved into one of their dorm’s empty rooms tomorrow. “I was only doing what Cho told me to.”
The girl was part of the gang that followed Chang around…Her named started with an R…Hermione and Quistis both gripped about tutoring her and her friends…
“Romilda!” Squall barked, hoping he might shock her out of her crying fit.
Romilda wailed louder, and Harry shot him a dirty look for his efforts. Squall shrugged it off. It wasn’t his job to console the morons who lost.
“You can stay with us tonight,” Harry soothed as he helped her up off the ground. Romilda suddenly looked hopeful, and Harry added, “You can stay with Hermione in the girl’s half of the building. You know Hermione, right?”
Romilda pouted, “Yeah, she’s nice to me…”
Sighing, Squall picked up Harry’s discarded bag and, after a moments hesitation, Romilda’s as well, before following the two onto the campus. The girl was definitely moving in.
Tags: crossover, ebp, ffviii, hp, squall/harry, utena