Xu's Revenge

Xu’s Revenge

A Final Fantasy VIII Fan Fic

All characters and locations are owned by SquareSoft

Rated NC-17 for language and sexual content

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By Bubblegom

Chapter One

A week had passed since Rinoa’s revenge had been wreaked on Xu. At first everyone had waited with bated breath to see what Xu would come up with for get-back. Of course by the same token no one knew what Rinoa held over Xu’s head in the first place to get her revenge so completely, but they rightly assumed it must have been something massive.

In his office, Cid would just sit for long periods of time with his head buried in his hands, excessively sweating at just the mere thought that those pictures of he and Xu having sex together had fallen into Rinoa’s hands. He had been too frightened to ask Xu, he didn’t want to know for certain.

Squall had taken the same tack. When he had gotten back from Esthar after finally locating Laguna lost in his own palace, he had heard indirectly of the trouble between Rinoa and Xu. He had wisely decided to steer a wide berth of the whole thing. He had not spoken of it with either of the principals and they in turn had not made any overtures in his direction.

Shana and Andrea had returned from the emergency mental health facility four days earlier, but so far were mere shadows of their former selves. Neither one seldom left the safety of their room. When they did venture forth from their room, neither Shana or Andrea were able to look anyone in the eyes or answer any questions put to them.

If they were unfortunate enough to run across Rinoa in their Garden travels, they would rip off all their clothing and grovel at her feet. Naturally Rinoa, plus most other people in the Garden, found this to be inconvenient and also tacky except for the male students who would follow them around hoping that Andrea and Shana and Rinoa would meet somewhere. In fact, a few of the male upperclassmen kept attempting to set up ‘chance’ meetings between Rinoa and Andrea and Shana by the use of their cell phones in keeping track of where they were at in the Garden at any given time.

And whenever the two young women heard the name of Rinoa spoken they would scream incoherently until the doctor could administer a sedative. Of course none of this was helped by Seifer constantly sneaking into their room when they were out and placing a picture of them naked on their computer as a screensaver. Andrea and Shane were still discovering pictures of themselves on all the bulletin boards in the Garden. In the pictures they were surrounded by young men and standing totally nude with bemused expressions on their faces as though they had been obscene party hostesses at some gala Garden event.

That doesn’t begin to touch the growth of the Andrea – Shana phenomena on the internet. They were beginning to be well known all over the world; it first started from Seifer sending the pictures to the other Gardens and then it just mushroomed incredibly from there. In fact a day didn’t go by that the two young women didn’t receive in their emails a half dozen overtures for them for be actresses in soft porn ‘schoolgirl’ films.

Xu, on the other hand, was being plagued by emails from middle aged men who saw her nude pictures on the Viagra Network. Of course, Seifer was behind that too; although Xu was grateful to Seifer for one thing. When he arrived unexpectedly in her office that day with his camera, he initially booted out all the students. Then he convinced her to let him take a few shots because he would then be willing to loan her his long military coat.

Soon Seifer was acting so gallant and suave he had Xu posing as though she were a model in a fashion shoot. She became completely swept up in his line of snappy photographer patter and willingly posed in any position he asked for. And he did keep his word and lent her his coat allowing Xu to return to her room. That night as she was falling asleep, Xu decided she might have misjudged Seifer all this time.

The next day though was another story. Seifer had plastered Xu’s pictures everywhere he could find a blank space and she was viewed in every obscene position known to womankind. Xu vowed to kill him on sight, therefore no one had seen Seifer for days. He always did know when discretion was the better form of valor.

In the evening of the eighth day following the naked Rinoa Garden marathon, Xu and Quistis sat quietly talking in Xu’s bedroom. Quistis was quite upset that pictures of Xu naked kept resurfacing around the Garden and blamed Rinoa for it.

“It really was Rinoa’s fault all the way, Quisty,” Xu declared. “As soon as I saw her that morning I just knew we were going to have trouble. She was snapping gum and standing in front of my desk with her hand resting on her cocked right hip.”

“Tsk, tsk,” her good friend lamented.

Xu continued, “I just wanted to say couple of things to help her in the future to make appropriate decisions but I never got the chance.”

“What happened?” Quistis wanted to know.

“Well, I just said one thing about her needing to take a good look as to alternatives when first entering a new situation and she began screaming at me that if that’s the way it is around here, she didn’t want to be a SeeD anymore. And she pulled her uniform off right then and threw it at me. I thought maybe she was experiencing emotional problems or had been drinking already in the morning.”

“That’s terrible,” Quistis commiserated. “What did you do? Personally, I would have been tempted to smack the crap out of her.”

“Haha! No, I couldn’t do that. I remained very calm and centered and I suggested she put her uniform back on because she might get in serious trouble going out in the Garden in just her bra and panties. So she tore those off and threw them in my face too and then she stormed out of my office.”

“That’s simply inexcusable,” Quistis retorted. “But then what was that announcement you made about it all being a psychological test? It wasn’t, was it? It was simply Rinoa running willfully through the Garden naked, wasn’t it?”

Xu grinned ruefully at her close friend. “I’m afraid so.”

“You’re so good, Xu, to attempt to cover for her,” Quistis replied, reaching forward and briefly touching Xu on her arm. “So then how did you come to lose your clothes?”

“Actually I didn’t.”

“You didn’t?” Quistis echoed with surprise in her voice.

“No, after Rinoa had run around the Garden naked she returned to my office. I suspect to reclaim her uniform, but I had already sent it down to her via a messenger. I didn’t want a repeat performance from her so I insisted she wear my clothes and then go down to her room and obtain her uniform and then bring mine back. But she never returned and left me stranded in my office.”

“Xu, why didn’t you just loan her your uniform and not your undies too?”

“Quistis! I’m surprised at you,” Xu exclaimed, sounding mildly outraged. “A lady always wears underwear.”

“Hmm, I think I’m just gonna have a talk with Ms. Rinoa Heartilly,” Quistis promised.

Xu grinned slyly in return.

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It wasn’t until after lunch on the following day that Quistis was able to track Rinoa down. She was sunning herself on a bench in the Quad area and reading 'The Story of O.' The Quad was quite crowded as it was on every day that boasted good weather. For one hour following lunch, SeeDs and students alike had free time. A lot of them always headed to the comfort of the Quad.

Quistis had already been greatly irritated with the young woman since speaking with Xu. Then when it took her so long to run her down, she grew even more ill tempered. And now the kicker to her anger was seeing Rinoa so comfortable just sitting in the warm sun and reading a book when pictures of Xu naked kept popping up all around the Garden and the internet and it was Rinoa’s fault!

Quistis strode over to where her former associate was sitting and stood silently over her the way a large dog will establish dominance over a small one. Rinoa finally glanced up for a second and said, “Hi Quistis, would you mind moving, you’re in my light.” She returned to reading her book.

Quistis continued to stand right there not saying a word. Again Rinoa spoke, although this time she didn’t even look up. “Quistis, could you move? You’re in my light.”

“Oh?” Quistis replied sardonically.

“No,” Rinoa said, holding the book up so Quistis could read the title. “It’s the story of O, not just oh.”

When Quistis did not move, Rinoa emitted a sigh and closed her book. She assumed that at some point Xu’s best friend, Quistis, would come to talk to her in Xu’s best interest. Rinoa had already decided she would act as if she had forgiven Xu, but in point of fact she would never really forgive her. Rinoa did realize that sometimes it is better in the long run if she practiced the art of politesse.

Rinoa glanced up at Quistis who had continued to loom over her. “Did you want to talk?”

“No, I think the time for talk is past,” Quistis answered angrily.

Rinoa flushed and set her book on the bench and stood up. “What’s the matter with you?”

“What’s the matter with me?”

“No Quistis,” Rinoa replied snidely. “I ask a question and then you answer it, now the word what doesn’t usually start an answer.”

A few people close by who were intently listening giggled. That was too much for Quistis to bear; to have people think she had been bested by this slut that liked to roam the halls of Garden naked and who was responsible for trashing the reputation of her best friend.

“That’s it, Rinoa!” Quistis cried out. “Come and take the punishment you so richly deserve.

Before Rinoa could react in any way, Quistis clutched Rinoa by her right wrist and began to pull her along. Rinoa protested, “Let go, you bitch!”

That caught the blonde woman’s attention. There was little that Quistis hated more than being cursed at. “Bitch?!” she exploded.

Quistis dropped Rinoa’s wrist and struck her across the mouth with a tremendous backhand shot knocking Rinoa halfway across the Quad area. Rinoa fell like a heavy rock and sat there dazed for a few seconds. The two women suddenly had the attention of everybody in the area. The noise emanating from those present began to resemble the din of a heavyweight fight crowd just before the bell rang to begin the first round.

Quistis strode over to the fallen woman and yanked her up on her feet so hard that it looked as though it could have pulled her arm from the socket. She then proceeded to drag Rinoa with her again. The dark-haired woman gained enough wherewithal to struggle by pulling in the opposite direction, but in fact all she resembled was a small terrier fighting the leash of a big owner.

Rinoa screamed, “Stop it, Quistis! What are you crazy?!” Rinoa’s lip was bleeding at the spot where the blonde woman’s backhand had driven the lip into a tooth.

Quistis continued to pull Rinoa along with the greatest of ease. She glanced back and repeated, “Crazy? I’ll show you Kraaazy! Mwahaha!”

Up until this point Rinoa had been convinced that she could talk to Quistis and calm her down. Now she grew extremely frightened. It looked as if as Quistis had slipped the rails somewhere along the way. Her eyes were sharply protruding from her face, her nostrils were flared and her breathing was extremely rapid. Rinoa even began to wonder if Quistis knew where she was and who she was fighting.

But Quistis knew alright. She figured it was time that someone took this woman, this 'princess,' this queen of Balamb Garden down several pegs and Quistis decided it might as well be her. Truth be told, there were plenty of Rinoa supporters on the Quad that day although not one of them felt as though they wanted to mess with Quistis. She appeared that ferocious. And to be fair, no one had an inkling of what was to come.

A new stage had been half rebuilt and the workers were only waiting for some more material to arrive to be able to finish it completely. Quistis dragged the struggling Rinoa up the stairs to the stage and over to one of the columns that the curtain would be attached to eventually. The ropes had already been attached to both columns and ran across the framework which would bear the entire weight of the curtain.

“Enough is enough, Quistis, let go,” Rinoa whined.

“Haha! Enough! We haven’t even started yet,” Quistis shouted.

These words struck further terror into Rinoa and she wondered why no one had stopped this by now. Was she this unpopular? Quistis grabbed the curtain draw at one column looped it tightly around Rinoa’s arms at the wrists four or five times and then tied it off with both hands as tight as she could.

“Ow! You’re cutting off my circulation,” Rinoa complained. “Take me down before you get in trouble.”

“Trouble, you little bitch?” the blonde woman hissed. “I’ll show you trouble.” And Rinoa thought Quistis’ good looks were so distorted at the moment that she resembled a very deadly snake.

Quistis left the one side of the stage and traveled to the other while Rinoa pulled and tugged at the curtain draw ropes futilely. Several male upperclassmen took this opportunity to dash up on the stage and attempt to free Rinoa. Quistis realized this immediately and she unfurled Save the Queen and struck it at their feet – CRACK! SNAP!

The crowd laughed uneasily as the whip didn’t hit any of them but the upperclassmen fell all over attempting to avoid it. Everyone knew that Quistis was one of the best, if not the best, whip fighter in the world. Someone with a bent sense of humor ran to the CD’s they were allowed to listen to at down time and changed the CD. 'Whip it' by Devo began to blare out of the speakers. 'Snap that whip! Whip it! Whip it good!'

Rinoa finally figured out what was coming and began to scream at the top of her lungs in terror and fright. Quistis yanked down hard on the other end of the curtain draw ropes causing Rinoa to have to stand at the very top of her tiptoes uncomfortably. The young men in the crowd noticed that it did help highlight her beautiful legs.

Rinoa had no SeeD duties on that day so she was not attired in her uniform. Rinoa had chosen to wear a white mid-riff, a very pretty short blue flare skirt and flats. Quistis tied off the other end of the ropes tight and then returned to Rinoa. Quistis began snapping her whip quickly biting out little chunks of skin from Rinoa’s long legs.

Rinoa was screaming, the CD was blasting out 'Whip it Good!' and Quistis was lightly dancing around the black-haired young woman – snap, crackle, pop. The whole scene had taken on a surrealistic quality.

Quistis was just deciding that she had dished out enough punishment when she heard Rinoa cry out, “Stop it, you fascist cunt bitch!” Quistis literally saw a wall of red following that most inopportune remark. She entered into a zone of hate and became one with her weapon. She was no longer in touch with anything but striking Rinoa.

She changed her targets and no longer hit the beautiful young woman in her legs, but with each slash she very skillfully cut out a ribbon of Rinoa’s clothing. Snap! Snap! Snap! Soon Rinoa’s short skirt was in tatters and her orange thong was clearly visible.

CRACK! And the orange thong was a thing of the past leaving Rinoa’s shaven vagina visually accessible through the tatters of her short skirt to everyone present. Whip aficionados cheered lustily at Quistis’ virtuoso performance.

Quistis’ next slice wrapped around the waistband of Rinoa’s skirt and returned with it. Rinoa stood wearing nothing below the waist but her flats. Rinoa writhed in total and abject embarrassment when she felt the cool air on her labia and realized what had happened.

If Quistis was feeling violent rage, Rinoa now knew nothing but shame and embarrassment. The noise of the crowd and the crowd had faded from her consciousness and she could only see herself and Quistis and realized the blonde woman wouldn’t be happy until Rinoa had been completely stripped stark naked and humiliated in front of this huge crowd of people.

'How can this be happening? It’s the Garden in the middle of the day. Why doesn’t someone stop her? Where is Squall?' she bewailed.

Rinoa had forgotten Cid and Squall had been called to an emergency world government meeting in Trabia. Quistis continued to bombard the dark-haired woman with 'Save the Queen' bringing her back from her thoughts when she realized her blouse was now in ribbons too. CRACK! And then her blouse was gone also.

Rinoa was now left wearing only an orange bra as she had inadvertently kicked off her shoes. The crowd grew increasingly wild as almost all of Rinoa’s naked body could be seen, although there were now more supporters of Rinoa than ever who were discussing just exactly how they could rush Quistis and not have to feel the bite of her whip.

Rinoa was screaming again but it was more in embarrassment at the moment, as the tiny cuts on her legs had already scabbed and Quistis had been concentrating on cutting her clothing away. Quistis danced closer moving in for the kill. It was naturally harder for her to cut the fabric of Rinoa’s bra without striking Rinoa too.

Rinoa began to cry out in earnest as the whip was once again biting chunks from her skin. The last of Rinoa’s clothing flew away leaving her stark naked on stage in the Quad area in front of over two hundred SeeDs and students. She currently had no secrets unrevealed as her breasts were heaving and there was absolutely no way she could hide her now swollen vagina lips.

Even worse, flashbulbs from cameras were going off. Quistis, now seeing the naked truth of the woman who she believed was her best friend’s mortal enemy, then stepped up close and personal. She had been using a long distance fight style. Quistis now switched to a lashing style.

Rinoa heard with pure horror Quistis shout out, “One hundred lashes, you wanton lying slut! One!”

The whip caught Rinoa right across her back. When it left, there was a long gash painful but not life threatening. Rinoa kept screaming but she was growing weak and beginning to fade in and out of consciousness as the blonde woman continued to lash her all across her back and then lower. Quistis almost lovingly applied 'Save the Queen' as it appeared to sensually wrap itself around Rinoa’s rear and then flick up at her vaginal area in front. In fact it was right here when Rinoa crossed the line from pain to pleasure. When she heard Quistis shout “Six!” Rinoa attempted to whirl away only to catch the next lash straight across her breasts.

“Oh!” she moaned as it seemed to her that the sharp whip caressed her erect nipples. Rinoa quit twisting and turning and instead moved her legs open as much as she could while standing on her tiptoes and invited Quistis to slash her fully opened labia by thrusting it up at her as much as possible in imitation of the sexual act. Quistis, not realizing Rinoa was now deriving pleasure from her punishment, snapped her weapon back by her ear and then straight down on Rinoa’s completely unsheathed clitoris .

“Oh God!” Rinoa shouted as two hundred fascinated people watched as cum cascaded from Rinoa’s vagina. Quistis stood completely aghast to observe Rinoa climaxing in public and what made it worse – it was from her whip. She realized that this, in effect, made her Rinoa’s lover. 'She really is a slut,' the blonde woman thought. Quistis paused just enough that twenty SeeDs and students fell on her and wrested her weapon away.

Kind hands untied Rinoa and she fell to the floor, fainted dead away.

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Rinoa regained consciousness in the clinic lying on a bed. The doctor was standing on one side currently monitoring her patient’s pulse and Selphie stood worriedly on the other, wringing her hands.

Rinoa sat up, the sheet that she was lightly covered with fell away revealing that Dr. Kadowaki had treated the long slash wound that Quistis had left across Rinoa’s breasts. Luckily it was not deep, had not harmed her nipples in any way, and was already healing just by being in the air. The doctor had applied a local pain killer to the area and antibiotic.

“Oh God,” Rinoa exclaimed. “That was so great!”

“What was great, Rinoa?” Selphie asked completely puzzled. “You were just thoroughly whipped by Quistis who tore your clothing off in public. What was so great about that and please cover yourself, will you?”

Selphie was referring that Rinoa was not wearing a hospital gown thereby leaving her breasts open to public display. The doctor felt as though her patient wouldn’t need one while in bed and she didn’t want the wounds that she was attempting to leave open to be negatively affected with anything heavy laying against them.

“My orgasm! My first orgasm, it was so great!” Rinoa cried out.

The doctor looked on with her curiosity quite piqued by what Rinoa was saying. Selphie, on the other hand, was actually quite scandalized and now even more confused.

“Rinoa! Have you been having a wet dream? You’re in the clinic because Quistis slashed and cut you badly. There has been no orgasms.”

Doctor Kadowaki realized that wasn’t actually accurate. She had to insert one tiny piece of stitching to stem the flow of blood from Rinoa’s torn labia and when she cleaned the area first thoroughly she discovered she was wiping away the aftermath of an orgasm. She found herself wondering what exactly had gone on out there.

Rinoa pulled the sheet down from her waist and then flipped it off the bed onto the floor. Selphie cringed from her good friend so carelessly offering to her and the doctor and anybody else who might happen by the sight of her completely nude body.

“Rinoa!” she squealed. “Show some modesty, please.”

Selphie leaned down to pick up the sheet. It was then that Rinoa lowered her right hand to her wounded labia and quickly tore asunder the stitching causing blood once again to flow from the hurt.

“Ow!” Rinoa cried out in pain quickly drawing Selphie’s attention as she stood up with the sheet. Rinoa jammed two fingers into herself and began working them in and out until they were coated with her blood.

“Oh, that hurts!” the raven-haired woman complained. “Oh, God! That feels so good!” Rinoa screamed.

Selphie looked on totally aghast on a number of levels, but most immediate was her distaste on witnessing Rinoa masturbate in public. She had never heard Rinoa mention masturbation even when the other young women she knew spoke of it. Selphie had been left with the overwhelming impression that her good friend was a sexual novice in every way.

Selphie finally had to look away because she could no longer stand to watch as Rinoa worked her bloody fingers in and out quicker and quicker while complaining of the pain and then screaming in ecstasy. She wondered if the terrible events of the last week culminating in the public stripping and beating by Quistis had caused her friend’s mind to snap when suddenly Selphie heard Rinoa call out. “Oh God! Oh yes! Yes, that’s it!”

Selphie couldn’t help herself but had to turn her head back and was just in time to observe Rinoa’s orgasm as it flowed from her. She looked on hideously fascinated at something she had never even considered witnessing.

Rinoa’s sexual climax ceased and she looked up into the doctor’s incredulous and bewildered expression and demanded, “Open my wounds! Open all my wounds!”

Dr. Kadowaki shouted for her nurse, stat, to come hold Rinoa down while she administered a sedative…which she did three minutes later. Selphie had tears falling freely down her face as she sobbed, “Rinoa, what have they done to you?”

______

Xu sat at her desk in the late afternoon grimly satisfied. She had just heard about Rinoa and Quistis on the Quad; in fact, she had just assisted Quistis to hide away. Xu felt vindicated for what she had suffered at the hands of that bitch Rinoa; now she had to formulate a strategy to force the raven-haired young woman to return the pictures.

If it had been most people who held the incriminating evidence of her and Cid having sex, Xu would have the overwhelming need to move quickly for fear duplicates of the photographs would have been made. She realized that something clever as that would never occur to Rinoa. She just wasn’t devious enough.

As proof of that belief, Xu realized that not one time had Rinoa wondered how those came to be taken. She knew this for a fact, because if the young woman had tumbled to it Xu realized Rinoa would been demanding the tape that now probably existed of her stripping in Xu’s office.

Xu had taken a video tape from a camera hidden in her office of the aforementioned loving making of her and Cid. Then Xu had the incriminating photos made from separate frames of the tape. The same camera had been running the entire time the incident with Rinoa had occurred.

If fact, the camera had started out as a security camera because Xu was very paranoid about unauthorized people being in her office, therefore it usually ran twenty-fours a day. Using eight hour tapes, it wasn’t much of a bother to the woman.

What was plaguing Xu was how exactly she could use these tapes of Rinoa’s nudity to pry those pictures from her grasp. Xu put on her Machiavellian thinking cap and began to plot.

Later Xu stood beside the clinic bed of the sedated Rinoa. In her hand she was holding a beautifully wrapped gift with a label attached. She set it quietly on Rinoa’s bedside table and turned and disappeared from the clinic like a ghost in the night.

'There you go, Rinoa,' Xu thought gloatingly. 'See how you like that.'

______

Late in the afternoon of the next day, Selphie entered Rinoa’s clinic room. She was more than relieved when she observed that Rinoa was appareled in a hospital gown. The brown-haired SeeD was carrying an outfit on two metal hangers for Rinoa to wear from the clinic.

“Hi Rinoa!” Selphie greeted. “Are you feeling any better?” No matter what had happened, the young woman always appeared upbeat and happy.

“Yeah, a little, I guess, although I’m still pretty sore in different places.” Rinoa stood up from the bed and groaned as she did.

Selphie’s sympathy went out to her friend. “Like where, for instance?” she asked.

Rinoa sharply glared at her friend. “That’s a little too personal, okay?` she answered brusquely.

“Oh, sorry,” Selphie murmured. 'Too personal? After yesterday what could be too personal for you to share?' Selphie thought.

“Come to take my favorite patient home?” Dr. Kadowaki asked, entering the room.

“Yep, sure am! Hey, what’s this, Rinoa?” Selphie asked, picking up the wrapped package left by Xu.

“It’s a gift from Xu. She must have left it when I was sleeping yesterday,” Rinoa explained.

Selphie read from the label, 'To Rinoa, Sorry about our difficulties during the past week. Let’s just let bygones be bygones. I thought you and your friends would enjoy this movie. Cordially yours, Xu.' “Oh, wasn’t that sweet of her? Let’s open it and find out which movie is it.” Selphie began to peel back the wrapping paper at one corner.

“Selphie!” Rinoa protested sharply. “Please leave it wrapped until tonight. I thought maybe all of us could get together this evening and watch it. You know, everybody bring a friend or two also and Zell can make some popcorn. We could all have a little party after lights out in one of the TV rooms.”

“That’s a great idea! I’m glad to see you’re doing so much better than the way you were acting yesterday,” Selphie gushed.

“Yesterday?” Rinoa echoed puzzled. “How was I acting yesterday? I mean, how would you act if you had your clothes ripped off and was whipped by Quistis? Speaking of which, where is Quistis?” Rinoa asked harshly.

“Nobody knows where she is,” Selphie answered in a small voice.

“Well, I want her found and I want her brought up charges of assault and battery with intent to commit murder.”

“Well, that might not be the best idea, Rinoa,” Selphie said, feeling on firmer ground. “Although we can talk about this later. I was speaking about how weird you were acting yesterday here in the clinic.”

“Weird? How?” asked the dark-haired young woman appearing completely puzzled. “I don’t even remember seeing you yesterday.”

Selphie glanced at the doctor for assistance and she merely offered her a quick shake of her head. “Well, that’s okay,” Selphie spoke. “We can talk about that later as well when we talk about Quistis.”

“Quistis? What about Quistis?” Rinoa responded in an almost dreamy voice. “You know I love Quistis.”

Selphie had no idea how to respond to such a contradictory statement from the one made by Rinoa just a moment before, so she suggested, while holding the outfit out to her friend, “Well, why don’t you get dressed so we can get out of here?”

Rinoa replied, shocked at such a suggestion, “Why don’t you get out of here, so I can get dressed. Selphie, you know I never change my clothes in front of other people.”

“Uh, right, sure, Rinoa,” Selphie muttered. “Ok, I’ll be right out here if you need me for anything.” Leaving the room, the brown-haired SeeD caught the doctor’s attention and rolled her eyes at her.

Doctor Kadowaki stood there solidly waiting to see how Rinoa would react.

“No offense, doctor because I know you’ve seen many times without my clothes but I was unconscious then. I just can’t comfortably get dressed with someone around.”

“No offense taken, Rinoa.” The doctor smiled at her. “I’ll be out here too if you need something.”

As soon as the doctor stepped from Rinoa’s room, Selphie rushed and clutched her by the arm. “Oh, doctor, what’s wrong with her? Has she gone completely crazy?”

The doctor laughed. “No, not at all, Selphie.”

“Then why doesn’t she remember yesterday afternoon when I visited?”

There’s two answers to that Selphie, I think,” Doctor Kadowaki answered. “Shock or repression. Personally knowing Rinoa the way I do, I think her mind found her behavior distressing and repressed the memory.”

“Well, what would have caused that behavior to happen in the first place?” Selphie wanted to know. "It was so unlike her."

“I have some theories on that but it would be unethical for me to discuss them with anyone except for Rinoa. Don’t worry, dear,” the doctor said, patting Selphie’s hand which had continued to clutch the doctor’s arm. “I’m sure between me, you, and the rest of her friends, we’ll be able to help her in the long run.”

“Alright!” Selphie exclaimed.

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It was just past eleven o’clock at night. The corridors and hallways were in semi-darkness. Most everybody had retired; at least to their bedroom if not their bed, except for the night shift…and a exuberant small group of SeeDs in one of many large TV rooms that lay scattered throughout the Garden.

Seeing that Rinoa had seemed to be in a little better mood when she spoke of watching the movie, everyone had attempted to cooperate and to bring a friend besides. Zell who was still busy popping many bags of popcorn for the group announced his girlfriend couldn’t attend because she had early shift in the library the next day, but he convinced his first heart throb of a few years ago, Mishima, to attend.

Irvine invited another sharpshooter friend of his, Norris, while Selphie asked a bright acting young woman, Nanami if she wanted to come join the small party. Rinoa had invited her good friend Reba and Squall didn’t invite anyone; he had no friends. Quistis was never mentioned nor should she have been since no one knew where she was.

All the popcorn had been popped and was sitting around in large bowls. Irvine had gotten everybody who wanted one a carbonated soda from the machine located in the room. Squall unwrapped the present and observed an ordinary looking video tape with nothing written on it.

“Hey, Rinoa,” Squall began to say.

“Hold that thought,” his girlfriend exclaimed, jumping up from her seat next to him. “I need to go to the bathroom.” Amid the groans from everyone present, Rinoa said, “Go ahead and watch the previews. I’ll try to hurry, but if the movie starts please pause it. I would like to see it all and it is my gift.”

Rinoa hurried from the room as Zell came over to retrieve the tape from Squall so he could start the movie.

“Hey, Zell, look at this, there’s nothing written on here. Don’t you find that odd?” Squall asked.

“Well, maybe not,” Zell answered thoughtfully. “Maybe Xu copied it from a brand new rental that was copyrighted and she didn’t want to take any risks. You know how that World Bureau of Investigation is with this stuff, plus maybe it’s a movie made by the Shumis. They’re death on people copying their movies.”

Zell hurried to the front of the room, knelt down and slid the tape into the VCR machine. “Oh, I hope it isn’t the Shumis,” Selphie complained. “They’re just so weird.”

“You’re being a racist, Selphie,” Irvine pointed out.

“I am not!” she denied.

“Okay, okay, I’m starting the movie. Irvine, you want to get the lights?”

The movie started playing on the Garden’s sixty inch TV. The room plunged into darkness. For a second there was no sound or picture. Then there was a picture, but still no sound. The picture became clearer. It was a young woman wearing a SeeD uniform and she appeared to be standing in front of a desk.

“Say, isn’t that Rinoa?” Irvine asked.

“Yeah, that is Rinoa,” Zell confirmed.

“What kind of movie is this, anyway?” Selphie asked.

Squall was certain he knew, but he wasn’t saying a word. After all, he was human too and Rinoa had made it quite clear to him that he wasn’t seeing or getting anything except for kissing until she had a wedding ring on her finger. He wanted to see just exactly what he had been missing. Squall decided he should view it as a science experiment i.e. investigating the layers of Rinoa.

On the screen even without sound the audience could tell the many emotions Rinoa had been going through when it was filmed. Most of the people in the room thought they were viewing a screen test Rinoa had made at some time or other. When the tears began to roll down her face, Mishima commented, “Rinoa’s got good range.”

Rinoa turned her back to the camera. “Is that the end of the movie already?” Selphie asked.

Rinoa turned back around. “I guess not,” Zell answered.

Someone in the room said “Good,” as Rinoa again appeared to displaying a full range of emotions from outrage to concern to fright. Then she appeared to be reading from a book the audience couldn’t quite see.

“She is really very good. I wonder why she didn’t get the part,” Mishima commented again.

On the screen Rinoa began to slowly unbutton her uniform blouse. “Shhh!” Irvine complained to Mishima. His mouth was already almost completely dried out.

Rinoa placed her blouse on something that couldn’t be seen clearly. What could be seen clearly was her standing there in her lacy bra which just barely contained her large breasts. She appeared in agony.

“What kind of movie was this anyway?” Reba complained.

“Will you please be quiet? We’re trying to watch a movie here,” Irvine said.

When Rinoa dropped her skirt revealing her transparent thong through which her pubic area could be clearly seen, Selphie began to stand up. “Ok, that’s enough,” she protested. “Turn that off. We shouldn’t be watching this. There’s something wrong here.”

Irvine grabbed his tiny girlfriend and pulled her down on his lap, while placing his gloved hand across her mouth. “Mfff,” she complained.

When Rinoa turned her back to the camera once again, Zell whined, “Aww, it’s over.”

“No, it’s not,” Irvine said happily as Rinoa turned, appeared angry for a short period and then banged her shoes down.

On the TV screen a minute later Rinoa lowered her bra and then took it off completely baring her breasts. “Oh my God,” Irvine murmured.

“Oh my God, indeed. Selphie’s right! We shouldn’t be watching this,” Reba complained.

“Shut up!” Irvine said harshly.

When Rinoa began peeling her thong down, the men in the room quit breathing. When she pulled it off her body and placed it down, Mishima praised, “She’s hot!”

'Yes, she is,' Squall thought mournfully.

On the super wide TV screen, Rinoa stood stooped over until someone else entered the picture. Whoever it was, was completely blurred out, but Squall had no doubt he knew who it was. The person made Rinoa stand straight up with her hands by her side wantonly displaying her fulsome breasts and shaven vagina. Zell held out the remote and froze the frame.

Rinoa chose that moment to re-enter the room. “Aww,” she complained. “I asked you to wait.” She stepped forward and as she went to sit down beside Squall, Rinoa took a good look at what they were watching.

“OH MY GOD!” she screamed.