marysuevirus | MSV: Final Fantasies Revealed

Title: MSV : Final Fantasies Revealed
Warnings: Graphic sexual situations, angst, violence
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII and the characters, places and situations contained in the game are the sole property of Square Enix. The original characters belong to the following people: Abeni "Ben" Quade :

dazzledfirestar, MacKenzie Brighid Fitzpatrick :

ladydeathfaerie, Rishou Souhei :

samuraiter, and Ceres Barathrum :

leonhart29 and are not to be used without the permission of those individuals. The Mary Sue Virus is the property of Dazzledfirestar and can not be used without her permission. I am not making any money from this and I claim no ownership of the Final Fantasy VIII fandom. This is for your entertainment only.
Author's note: I was going to try and put all four Sue's in each chapter, but the more I wrote, the more I realized that just wouldn't work, so I'm going to try and just stick to two Sues per chapter for the time being. Here's hoping you enjoy it.

MSV: Final Fantasies Revealed Index

~*~

Zell couldn't keep still; even though his movements in the pilot's seat made him look like he wasn't exactly right in the head. It wasn't every day he came across someone of his own age - or thereabouts - that looked to be about his own build, and he was more excited than he could ever remember being when hot dogs weren't involved.

"So tell me, Rishou, what's your style?" Zell said as he bounced in the seat even faster. The movement made Ragnarok sway from side to side drunkenly as they sped their way to Balamb Garden. The fact that the birds were flipping the swaying metal swan the bird should have been a clue that something wasn't quite right in the Universe of Zell. It wasn't enough, and the plain and simple fact behind that whole mess was that Zell just could not seem to pay attention to anything but Rishou.

Rishou sat there, his fingers digging into the arm rests of his chair, his face turning a lovely shade of green - one might even call it slug slime green - and wondered what in the hell he had gotten himself into. If the training didn't kill him, Zell would. Not that Zell was his favorite character from this game, far from it, but he still thought the man might have some redeeming qualities - he just didn't know what they were yet. All he could think of was killing the bumbling idiot with a well-placed sword in the gut as he ground out, "Iaijutsu and Aikido. Would you please stop bouncing! What's wrong with you? Do you have ants in your pants or something? Eyes on the sky, Zell."

"What? Oh!" Zell said as he glued his ass to the seat and turned around so he was facing all of his instrumentation. "I forgot to put on the auto-pilot. There," he stated as he punched a little yellow button, "now, that's taken care of; we can talk."

Ragnarok leveled out and started flying in a straight line for the horizon, which made Rishou feel a little bit better, and allowed him to pry his fingers off the arm rests. "What did you want to talk about?"

He figured it was easier just to give in and let the bleach blonde tattooed wonder get it off his chest. If he did it now, perhaps the hyper pugilist would give him some peace. He had a strange feeling that was going to be a rare commodity in the coming days. That brought another thought to center stage: Just how long was he going to be stuck in the MSV, anyway? Did anyone know how long it took to get through that shit? That was a panic-inducing question if he had ever thought of one, and he had thought of some doozies in his life.

"Oh, I don't know, what do you want to talk about?" Zell said, the surprise that anyone would voluntarily talk to him evident in his voice. This wasn't the way things usually went. There was none of the "Shut up, Zell" or "Who gives a shit, Know-it-all Zell" in the conversation, and it threw him into a tailspin.

Rishou stared at him for a few beats, unsure exactly where to go with it, and he finally decided on finding out why everyone seemed to be spread to the four winds after the war. "Well, I do have a few questions I'd like answered, if you think you can handle that."

Zell's lips pulled back over his gums, showing his pointed incisors in a happy, if somewhat eerie, grin. "Oh, I can handle that. I like answering questions, and, most of the time my answers are right."

"That's good to know," Rishou said with a slight smile. "Shall we begin, then?"

At Zell's energetic nod, Rishou began. "I've heard - I don't know where, though - that, for the most part, the six saviors have split up. I'm wondering why."

"Your first question is a loaded one," Zell said. "But I'll answer it as best I can."

Zell settled into the pilot's chair, crossing his legs, and began his tale. "After the war, we tried to stay together, but people kept on pulling at all of us, especially Squall. Everyone from the governments to the advertising sector wanted a piece of him. He had engagements every day, sometimes more than ten, and it seemed like he never got any sleep at all. None of us did."

"So you split up because you couldn't get any sleep? That doesn't seem like that would have been the reason. I get the feeling you all were very close. You'd have to be to have survived what you did," Rishou said, leaning forward in spite of himself. Zell could be a very effective storyteller when he wanted to.

"No, we split up because of something different, and, if you let me get there in my own time, I'll tell you about it," Zell said, chiding the man sitting in the navigator's chair gently. "About a year after the war, we had a rare day when all of us were at Garden at the same time, and we decided to have a little get-together. It was actually the Anniversary of the final battle, to be exact, and what should have been a happy time wasn't. Squall and Rinoa were having problems in their relationship, Quistis was still trying to come to terms with being fired from Garden again, Irvine was trying everything he could to get away from Selphie, and I was just getting into my teaching post. Tensions among all of us were so high, it was only a matter of time that we would have a blow-up, and that night was the perfect time.

"Squall and Rinoa were arguing even before they walked into my quarters, and it kept on going through dinner and afterwards. They were quiet about it, but we could all tell something big was brewing."

That was where Zell stopped and pinned Rishou to his seat with a potent stare. "Do you know what relationship they had other than being lovers?"

Rishou nodded, saying, "Yes, Squall is Rinoa's Knight. Every Sorceress needs a knight to keep her grounded so she doesn't go insane with power."

"You're right, but when one - or both - of them want out, the bond begins to break and things ... happen. What Rinoa did that night broke all bonds between Squall and herself, as well as among the rest of us, almost broken to the point where we couldn't mend anything. She started yelling at him, accusing him of sleeping with Quistis and Selphie, stealing her power, and pulling the wool over her eyes. Then she started in on the rest of us." Zell said, his voice falling to almost a whisper. His voice and eyes were filled with such pain that it hurt Rishou's heart. He could tell the man truly loved his friends. They were family, and always would be.

"Afterwards, we all knew that what she said wasn't true, but, that night, we couldn't have seen that, not with Rinoa using all of her powers." Zell chuckled half-heartedly. "That woman - it took us another year, and a few conversations with Squall, to realize that was her main power. She could influence other people's feelings, make them feel what she wanted them to feel. If she had wanted to, she could have had all of us in a murderous rage by telling us the grass had turned purple."

"But you know that now, so why aren't you all back together?" Rishou asked. The idea of not reconnecting with friends and family after that big of a fight, knowing that what they had felt wasn't their fault, wasn't something he could wrap his mind around.

Zell gave him a look that spoke volumes; it held pain, confusion, and shame. "Because she's still there somewhere," he said as he tapped his head. "She's still knocking around in all of our heads. Quistis and I only talk when we have to for business purposes, and Irvine and Selphie only speak when she wants something from him. The rest of us can't seem to get up whatever it would take to speak to the others. We all know why, but we can't seem to break the spell."

"Am I right in assuming that Squall is no longer Rinoa's Knight?"

"You are right once again, but that's the whole problem," Zell said as he turned back around, obviously tired of this conversation and wishing it would end.

"She doesn't have a Knight at all, does she?" Rishou asked as they began their decent to Balamb Garden.

"No, she doesn't, and she's locked herself away in Timber to try and control it herself. If we're not careful, if she doesn't find another Knight soon, we'll have another war on our hands."

Rishou quietly digested that information as he got his first look at Balamb Garden from one hundred fifty feet. He could tell that it was a beautiful structure, and very big. Finding his way around was going to be interesting, to say the least.

~*~

Ben, as Irvine had affectionately coined her, sat quietly in the passenger seat of the all-terrain vehicle she found herself in, brooding. Irvine was a good looking man, by all outward appearances an honorable one, and she felt nothing but a slight sexual tension coming from him. It wouldn't be an MSV if she didn't, but it was the first time that she went into one of these things without a clear-cut crush.

"A Gil for your thoughts?" Irvine said as he kept his eyes on the ground they were covering. One couldn't call it a road, or even a game trail. It was as if they were the first people to pass that way in a very long time.

"A Gil? I don't understand," Abeni said, turning in her seat so she could face Irvine and look at him without having to sneak it. As long as they were talking, she could stare at him and not seem to be rude - at least, that's what she was hoping for.

"A Gil, you know, money?" Irvine stated, silently wondering at the woman's intellect. She seemed smart enough, but, at the same time, she seemed like someone who didn't know what end was up.

"Oh! You mean like a penny! Okay, I gotcha," Abeni said as she filed that bit of information away in a new folder of her brain labeled "Things You Really Need to Know to Survive In This Messed-Up World".

Irvine chuckled. The lady swung from one emotion to another faster than Selphie did, but, at least for the time being, they were short bursts from a normality. Selphie, on the other hand, usually went from one extreme to the other, never quite getting to the norm of the scale.

"I was just sitting here thinking about how alien everything looks to me. I've never seen animals like these before," Ben said as she pointed out the window at a bear-like creature with four arms, each ending in a single, blade-like claw. The creature lifted its head to the heavens and roared as the vehicle passed it, and then proceeded to give chase with a lumbering gait that shook the ground with each step.

Irvine looked out the window as they passed and sighed, pulling the vehicle over and cutting the engine. "That's a Death Claw, and, if I don't get rid of it, it'll follow us all the way to the port."

He stepped out of the vehicle after admonishing Abeni to stay put in her chair and watch. Abeni did just that, her eyes following every move Irvine and the Death Claw made. Irvine stopped a few paces from her side of the ATV and put his hand out as if to tell the creature to stop, but she didn't think the thing would.

It did, though, as soon as the fire ball that erupted from Irvine's outstretched hand hit it in the belly. Irvine pulled a huge rifle out of what seemed like the air around his back and gave three quick shots in succession, each one hitting the creature in the head, the first two bouncing off of the thing's thick skull in the same place, the third one sinking in deep.

"You can lay down now, big boy. No need to keep fighting," Irvine said as the creature bellowed its pain and stumbled forward, it's many arms wheeling about, hoping to catch the man with at least one blow before it died.

Abeni watched as Irvine ducked, leapt, and dodged every blow, finally getting in the right position to place the barrel of his rifle under the thing's chin and pull the trigger. She screamed when the damned thing fell on top of Irvine, seeming to crush him under a ton of blubber and blue-striped fur.

Abeni was half out of the vehicle when something strange happened. The creature seemed to shift, it's body becoming fainter and fainter until all she saw was Irvine rising to his feet and dusting off his pants with a sneer.

"Fucking things always do that. You'd think they'd learn," Irvine said before turning around. When he noticed the worry on Abeni's face it hit him that maybe she wasn't as unfeeling or self-absorbed as he originally thought. "I told you to stay in the vehicle. I can't protect you if you don't follow orders."

"I thought you had been crushed!" Abeni yelled at him, her voice high with panic and incomprehension. "I was getting out to see if I could roll it off you, but then the body just disappeared. Why did it do that?"

Irvine looked at her for a moment trying to figure out if she was for real or not. "All monsters disappear after they die. There aren't as many as there used to be, but they're still leftovers from the last Lunar Cry. They just go back to where they belong."

"Lunar Cry? You mean those are Moon Monsters!" Abeni cried, not quite able to wrap her mind around the concept. The moon was supposed to be an airless place that held no life. Since when did monsters call it home in reality?

"Yeah, where did you think monsters came from?"

Irvine started ushering her back into the car as he spoke, thinking the whole time that, if it was an act, it was a good one. It never crossed his mind that she was from a place he couldn't get to by any normal means.

"From people's imaginations, under the bed, in the closet, or your garden-variety insane human, but not the moon," Abeni said as she sat back in her seat and started replaying the short battle in her mind.

"Creeps tend to stay under peoples beds and in the closet, but you don't have to worry about those where we're going; too cold," Irvine said as he started the ATV back up and spun gravel as they got under way. "Up there you only have to worry about a few things, as long as you stay in the Garden and don't go running around the snow fields."

"How is a garden going to keep me safe? Is it full of monster-eating plants?" Abeni asked as they bounced along the plains.

"Not that I know of unless they've imported some Grats for the training center. Trabia Garden is a school for mercenaries, it's where I live and where you're going to learn how to fight. Edea told me you needed to learn everything in a short amount of time. I hope you have some natural talent, or this is going to be very hard," Irvine said, his mouth forming a hard line across his handsome face. If she had talent, he was going to enjoy teaching her; if she didn't - well, he was hoping it didn't come to that.

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oh, goodie. some background information. and hmmm, *sniffs* do i smell some plot and perhaps a hint at future events there? if not, then i guess its the dogs with gas again.

yet another fine chapter, milady.

i eagerly await more.

I don't think it was Fred and George unless their farts can traverse the internet to lay the same egg on me. *grin* It's gonna be a good thing hun - I promise.

Thank you *bows* I always aim to please my audience.

Yay! More MSV!

Nice to get some background info and some detail on how this world works. So monsters go poof when they die? That'll take some getting used to. But it certainly makes clean up easier.

Gee...Maybe I should go write something...

Well - in the game as soon as you beat one into submission it goes poof - so I take that to mean they go bye-bye. It must be a long trip back to the moon though.

*sigh* The Lunar Cry - here's hoping that doesn't show up.

Another good chapter, hun. And I appreciate the bg info you keep slipping in here and there. Makes things a bit easier for us FF virgins. ;)

Thank you very much, and as far as the back ground info goes - I'm going to try my best to put bits of it here and there. My favorite characters will become great storytellers as it goes on.

As always - I am here if you have questions.

*grin* Wonderful chapter hun, again! Thank you for the background info! It is very much appreciated. Why do I get the feeling Abeni is totally in for it? one way or another. LOL

Can't wait for more! :D

Abeni is in for it, and it's not all gonna be good. Irvine's a great guy and I think the two will get along just fine for the most part. It's Selphie I'm really worried about - she's taken to sitting in the rocking chair and rocking for hours on end, staring deep holes in the back of my head and willing my brain to leak out.

Oh well - can't win 'em all. And I'm trying to write this for an audience that doesn't know squat about the game - not all that easy to do, and I'm sure I'm messing up quite a bit - but there you go.

Want I should come over and smack her? ;)

You're doing a wonderful job hun! It's been fab so far, and I have no doubt you will continue to do so! Letting Abeni play the idiot is a pretty good way to get any info we may need in there. :D

Hey! *rubs her arm* none of my other Sues smack me... *pout*

be proud of me i found you and have read your first 6 chapters. I am really going to like this story. i did notice a little rinoa bashing. that's ok i know how you feel about her. i cant wait for more.

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