Summary: After Rinoa married Seifer, Squall's life was going nowhere, until one fateful evening, he was called by headmaster Cid Kramer and he finds a boy who oddly looks a lot like him and, possibly….abandoned. What connection does this kid have with him?

Author's note: This is my first fic so far and I know it pretty much sucks. I'm not really new to writing stories but I'm not that good either. I'm open to any criticism that you will throw on me. Trust me, I need some serious ideas for this one!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own it…period.

Prologue-

He sat at the corner of his room, cold, freezing. It wasn't winter and he really wasn't in an ice box you might say, but the fact that Rinoa had married Seifer had almost been as powerful as an Ice storm burying him at the lowest point of darkness. As he sat there, immobile, Irvine had slowly entered the room. Squall somehow knew, but took no notice. Irvine then sat beside him, placing a glass shot beside Squall and helping himself with his own.

"It's not the end of the world man…" Irvine said, slowly draining the gin contained by his glass then pouring another one for himself and for Squall. "Here." He offered, handing Squall his glass shot and Squall in turn receiving it in response. "Women…" Squall started "You'd never understand what the hell they'd want to do with you. First, they'd make you fall for them, then they'd go and marry someone else…" he then drained the gin and played with his glass shot "life is not just that simple huh?" "Squall…They're right. You think too much!"

Squall only stared at the moon reduced in size imaged on his glass. "Well, maybe if I had thought a little bit more, I wouldn't be like this…broken over a woman, can you imagine?" Irvine only smirked and refilled his glass shot. "Yeah, women can drive you nuts and once you're crazy for them, they take off and leave you. Believe me...I've been there before." "You know, I never believed anyone until she came, now that I know I can't trust her, what else do I have to believe in?" "Yourself." Squall gave a questioning look to Irvine. "I know that it might be hard, Squall. But trust and love, those are the things hard to lose when found and hard to find when lost."

He only gave a smirk and suddenly turned and faced Irvine "What's the catch?" "What?" "Why are you here?" "No one gets past you, huh? Leader of great senses indeed!"

"Well?"

"Ok! Ok! Headmaster Cid asked me to tell you that he wishes to speak to you about a very important matter." Squall suddenly frowned knowing this may have something to do with a battle again "Don't tell me he'd want to send me into war again, please!" "I don't really know. He said it's something important but he didn't want to tell me. Said that it would only be between you two."

After a little more talk to Irvine, which, surprisingly, didn't seem so bad having to know that he had about 4 chances to walk down unto the wedding aisles and actually fail for four times. As he walked on his way towards the elevator which will take him up to the headmaster's office, he reminded himself that he ought to get over everything else…

Snap out of it, Squall! Rinoa had been married to him for about 5 years or so! Here you are, still stuck over one woman! If Rinoa could see you right now, she'd laugh at you! Com' on just break out of it! Like Irvine said…Women just come and go! They either stay or leave, as simple as that!

But, he reminded, a woman like Rinoa can only come once in every hundred years, only once in a century, once in a lifetime can an angel come and descend upon him. Squall, upon arrival on 3rd floor, entered the Headmaster's office and saluted before him. Headmaster Cid only smiled warmly as he always had to each and every one of them. "Ah, Squall. Early, as expected." "Irvine said something about you wanting to talk to me about some important matters, sir."

He again smiled warmly but then more wondering this time "Successful as expected, he was. Yes, he is quite right. If you're thinking that I'm going to send you to war, which I think you do, you are mistaken. We've had enough of that and you had yourself too much, I think. No, this one is a different task. The question is…Are you up to the responsibility I am about to give you?" "Yes sir" "No matter how hard it is?" "Yes sir" "You really don't mind?" "No sir." "Very well, send the child in" Squall immediately looked at the headmaster with a mix of bewilderment and anger "Child?" "Yes…please, bring him in"

From behind the veil inside the headmaster's office, he heard Xu's voice from behind. "It's okay…don't be scared…you'll be fine…" And from behind came a boy, dressed in a white T-shirt and a chestnut brown colored khaki pants with white sneakers. Squall was taken aback by this child's appearance. He looked just like him! Only smaller and his eyes are different from his. The only thing that disrupted him was when the headmaster spoke again "Squall, this is Rico. We found him somewhere on the streets near Artemisia's abandoned castle. There was a monster there who was ready to devour him, luckily, some of the seeds happened to pass by and saw him. It seemed as though he was offered to that monster." "Um…sir…What am I…? What…?" "You are responsible for taking care of him. You, Commander Squall Leonheart, is appointed to be the father of this boy. Take care of him, not as I ordered you to, but as your very own son."

Squall had much intake of oxygen after that. He kept staring at the pitiful young boy. About 5 years old, just about his age when his own family left him. He hates seeing these things happen to kids, especially because this one looked a lot like him. "Can I have your word, Squall? About the boy, I mean." "Headmaster…you have my word but…being a father?" "You'll get used to it. Rico…this is Squall…your father…your NEW father."

TBC

Author's note:

And to think that I'd never come up of any stories! Yes! So far, this is the only fic I wrote seriously, the other's I just let myself swift pass by them but in this short prologue it took me 2 hours just getting some ideas of how it would turn out!

I know the format's crazy but I promise I'll make it better next time…

Special thanks to:

The maker(s) of Final Fantasy 8

My friend(s) who gave me this idea

My brain(s?) who never stops working with me

My fingers who keeps on typing even though it's all worn out…

(Don't even ask! It's an irony I'm trying to work out myself…)

And to God (Did I just hear gasps?)

Who inspires me with his wonderful creations…

I'm not lying people (I'm Catholic remember?)

Oh…and Squall being all up in the "Father" business, yeah, that kinda creeps me out too…

Just like everyone else…