DISCLAIMER : Final Fantasy Series belongs to Square-Enix.

RULE IN READING THIS: DROP YOUR LOGIC AT HOME; enter the world without questions 'coz THERE WOULD BE SOO MUCH (too much) odds here; just prepare!^^ coz I'm just too lazy to fix it ; no details, not logical, yeah..yeah..

*The End Has Started*

Chapter I : "Run"

A woman in black hood ran in fear. Her heart raced to pump all the blood she needed. Around her was an endless darkness. Yes, she panted heavily.

"hh…h…."

And the blowing wind dropped the hood as she ran, revealing her beautiful face and beautiful waist-length silky raven hair which flew loosely by the wind. There she was, stopped to breath. Her pupil dilated in fear. She made a gesture to pick the rings on her necklace, a habit she used to have to fight anxiety. But only one was there, she had lost the other one somewhere. Still holding the smooth ring, she let out a sigh. Please, don't die…

Seifer.

Her eye flinched. "uh!" Then it was no longer endless darkness around her. she could see the hint. A forest. It revealed forest surrounded her. Then she ran again to her best.

-O-0-O-

It was late in midnight. Squall checked on his watch to make sure. 03.00 a.m. He then looked at Seifer in eyes, wanting to ask many things. But he held it since it was certainly not a good place or time to talk. Cold wind blew his hairs and clothes, and also made the wounds more painful. They were holding tightly to the back of the train, carefully not to be found. (Squall never liked the idea. He's still the man with full of considerations, always thinking this and that even for simple matters, but that night he loosen a bit. He had nowhere to go, no plan, and Seifer came into the picture suddenly. So he just dropped his brain and depended on hunch until his brain functioning again.)They somehow managed to get to the train unnoticed and hold to it strongly, the last train to Dollet. Quite risky, and not to mention with wounds everywhere to add. But they were regarded as best fighter with reasons. And last train means a lot fewer people, with apathetic behaviors, and sleepy machinists and not alert guards- if any.

Squall realized that his deep cold eyes still staring at Seifer's when those jade orbs reacted. Before he let out the words, Seifer came up first. "Can you stand this?" he didn't wait for the response. "c'mon!", he whispered; his hands gestured Squall to follow him. It's not that he was a typically follower with no initiative nor he trusted this man. But he didn't bothered it much a t the moment. He couldn't think when was exactly the time Seifer made himself the leader- that how his sub consciousness put it- and he had always been the realistic and efficient type of person. Squall followed him in quiet. They crawled and managed to get to the roof of the train. They lowered their bodies and hold strongly. "Much safer here.", Seifer said between his breath. Squall tried his best to ignore the pain and not to lose his consciousness even for a second-since it meant death- while pushing away certain memories of a certain mission on the train on his very first mission as SeeD. What a memory…shit! No time for that.

His lips were pale and started to turn blue and he felt his legs were started to numb and he lost his hold for a moment. Tap! That made Seifer rolled his eyes toward him. After all, Squall had severely injured, exhausted, and lost a lot of blood. And the pain was ready to take over his consciousness.

He felt his grip started to lose again. He managed to grip back but as he did that, Clang! the lionheart slid down from his waist. Shit! He turned his head spontaneously just to see Seifer had already saved it and returned to him. He felt beaten again by his rival but he slapped himself mentally for thinking that kinds of crap. He wondered if Seifer enjoyed this like he used to be. "thanks.", he muttered to him instead.

Thanks God, for now he could still feel the excruciating pain that made him still awake, yet he knew that it won't be that long till the pain grabbed his composure. It's just a matter of time. Well, those opens wounds barely safe my life... Squall never thought he would love the feeling of pain this much in his life. Yes, MUCH safer here, Seifer……. More way to go, Squall. …Look how I talk …God, now I even had turned to be Seifer. Squall was never felt so helpless like this but he quickly faded the thought and tried his best once again

"run out of curaga. Better pull yourself together, ex-commander.", Seifer let out his smirk smugly. Not that I want to be cured either, Seifer! These wounds help me.

"say…what's actually happened three years ago?"

3 years ago…

…no, it's 4 years ago…

Squall didn't reply. He didn't even could replace those times again clearly. Times had passed so slow since then.

The two figures were engulfed by the dark surroundings as the train ran so that they were quite invisible to be noticed.

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Author's note:

This is really a short chapter… I'll add later…