Somewhere I Belong
An endless landscape, horizon, sky, and ground of white greeted Squall at first until the parched looking desert began to appear beneath his booted feet. Slowly but surely, the perspective turned to a muddy grey as did the sky and ground. There was nothing here but a bleak outlook that the Lion was carrying in his heart.
Had they failed to save the world from Ultimecia?
At first he had heard the voices of his friends shouting out to each other, telling each other not to get lost, to remain stationary and wait until they could start finding each other.
Squall refused to wait for someone to find him and set off to find his friends himself. But what were their names? What did their faces look like? Did he even have friends to begin with? Where was he? What had he been doing?
Why did his feet give from underneath him, falling to the ground, clouds of dust leaping up in a dance of death.
Is there somewhere I belong? Was all he could think about as his supposed memories began to flash, the scenes familiar but the faces were blurry, disfigured.
A girl in a yellow jumper, that suited her sunny personality with hair that bounced almost as much as she loved singing about trains and coercing people into to saying booyaka.
A young woman who had no qualms speaking her mind and scolding him harshly for being foolish who had admitted her love to him only to be scorned in the end by his aloofness.
Who are they?
A rival with hatred in his eyes, and a scar to match his own and arrogance like none he'd ever seen.
A tattooed fighter with a passion for hot dogs, fighting magazines and shadow boxing who could see the best in anybody, only to be set off into a violent rage in the time it took to split a hair in two.
Are these my friends? Do I know these people? Why can't I remember…?
A sharp shooting ladies man, with cowboy hat and auburn hair in place, sauntering gait and confident smirk were always on hand, ready to impress the ladies that he loved.
Finally… the last person, a young woman dressed in blue and black. There was something about this one that drew him to her. The one who had turned his world upside down in an instant, only for the two of them to almost lose everything they'd shared together.
Rinoa…?
All around rained down the feathers of his memories, which with the memory of someone he truly loved and cared for awoke his memories. Eyes of deepest moonstone opened wide as tears fell down his cheeks, only to greet the cold ground moments later.
But not for long however as the weak body fell to the ground shortly after the tears, lost to time compression, or was it to live in a world where nothing could hurt him at long last?
Only time would tell him where he truly belonged.