The Meeting
Well, after decades of not updating, it seems that this phoenix has returned. School's been a pain in
the rear so I haven't updated, plus I get a bit lazy sometimes. Anyways, hope since school's gonna
get out soon (like tomorrow) I think I'll work on this over the summer. Okay, nuff said, r/r and enjoy.
Oops! Forgot to say, FF and all related things to FF belongs to Square so it does not belong to me
except this story.
Squall stood by the desk with arms folded across his chest and tapping his right foot on the carpeted
floor with impatience. The president of Esthar wanted to meet with him, so why wasn't he there yet?
He had been waiting for almost twenty minutes already. Patience was not one of his virtues, but being
the new leader of Balamb Garden, he's gonna need it.
One of the Esthar president's right-hand men turned to him. His name was Kiros. The other guy was
Ward.
"He'll be here Squall. He just has to do some things he has to do first," Kiros told him.
Squall stopped tapping his shoe on the floor. He sighed softly enough so they couldn't detect his
impatience. Unlucky for him, they did.
"He's a busy man Squall. Didn't really want to get stuck with this job, but when these things come to
you, you just gotta take them whether you like them or not," explained Kiros.
He was trying to stick up for the president's tardiness.
Great, thought Squall, just what I needed, an explanation. I just want him to get in here so we can
talk about whatever he wants to talk about and get it over with.
The door opened and a man came in. He wore a loose, white shirt and brown pants. His hair was tied
back, but some of the loose hair dangled in front of his worn face. He comb them back but they fell in
his face again. He saw Squall and smiled. He closed the door and went up to Squall.
"Squall! I see Kiros and Ward found you when I sent them to find you. Sorry for keeping you waiting!
Got caught up with stuff with the advisors. They want some things done to the city," he told Squall.
Squall made a faint nod to insure him that he was listening.
"Hey Laguna, took you long enough!" Kiros scolded the president.
Ward made some muddled noises and Kiros listened intentively.
"Ward agrees too. He says it's not good for a father to keep his son waiting," Kiros translated.
"Yeah, I know. I wasn't really listening so I had to stay longer for that plus they were really picky with
some things," answered Laguna.
He turned his attention back to Squall, "Squall, take a seat. The chairs won't bite you."
He replied in a low tone, "No thank you. I can stand."
Laguna shrugged, "Well, if you want to."
He went over to his chair behind the desk. After he sat, he pulled up his chair close to the desk and
looked up at Squall while folding his hands together.
"So Squall, how are you doing? How's the Garden?" Laguna asked.
"It's fine," he replied monotonously.
Laguna nodded, "That's good, good. So have you heard from your Headmaster or Edea?"
Squall was starting to lose his patience, but he held on.
"I haven't talk to them lately, but last I did, they were okay."
"Really, good," Laguna nodded as if pleased with the answer.
What is he doing? Is he interrogating me or something? I want this over with already, Squall thought,
slowly becoming angry.
Laguna continued on with his questions, "And how are the others? Are they okay? How about Rinoa
and you?"
Squall's arms fell to his side and he placed them on his hips.
"Look, I'm here for business only Laguna. So why don't you just tell me what you want to say instead
of interrogating me with these ridiculous questions?" Squall told him impatiently.
Laguna defended himself, "Look Squall, I'm just trying to make pleasant conversation. Can't a father
talk with his son?"
"Don't remind me," Squall muttered.
"There comes times when a father and his son talk. Can't I do that?" Laguna asked him.
Squall scoffed, "So that's why I'm here? To have a "pleasant conversation between father and son?"
"That's why I called you here," Laguna replied.
Squall's right hand fell from his hips and he hit his forehead with it, groaning with impatience at what
he heard.
He looked back up at his "father."
"So you called me up here to waste my time having a conversation with you?"
Laguna's expression on his face became a look of hurt. He turned to Kiros and Ward as if he wanted
to hide his sadness from Squall.
"Hey, would you guys mind giving us a minute?" Laguna asked them.
Kiros answered, "Sure. Looks like you'll need it."
They left and the door closed behind them gently. Laguna inhaled and exhaled deeply from the
incoming stress. He looked up at Squall.
"Look Squall, is it so bad? I mean, we haven't been in contact when I left-"
"Never. Never been in contact when you left me and Ellone," Squall corrected him angrily.
"Yes, and I'm very sorry for that, but under certain circumstances, I couldn't keep in touch. Then, I
meet you after all these years, a young gentleman from when I left you as a baby. I want us to start
from the beginning where we don't get together when there's a battle or war going on."
"Beginning?" Squall scoffed, "we had no beginning and I sure as hell don't want to start it anytime
soon or ever. You made your choice and I made mine."
"Look, Squall, son-" Laguna began.
"Don't you dare call me son! I am not your son! I am Squall Leonhart and you, you are the president
of Esthar, nothing more."
Squall realized that his hand had risen to become a fist. His unclenched his hand and sighed. He
closed his eyes.
Laguna started, "Squall-"
He broke in, "This conversation is over!"
Squall turned around and walked out in anger. Laguna watched him go and saw him slam the door.
He sighed deeply and put in head in his hands.
"I just wanted to be your father Squall. I wanted to make it up to you for leaving you alone all those
years..."
He closed his eyes and his head slipped from his hands to the surface of the table.
"What have I done?..."
Well, after decades of not updating, it seems that this phoenix has returned. School's been a pain in
the rear so I haven't updated, plus I get a bit lazy sometimes. Anyways, hope since school's gonna
get out soon (like tomorrow) I think I'll work on this over the summer. Okay, nuff said, r/r and enjoy.
Oops! Forgot to say, FF and all related things to FF belongs to Square so it does not belong to me
except this story.
Squall stood by the desk with arms folded across his chest and tapping his right foot on the carpeted
floor with impatience. The president of Esthar wanted to meet with him, so why wasn't he there yet?
He had been waiting for almost twenty minutes already. Patience was not one of his virtues, but being
the new leader of Balamb Garden, he's gonna need it.
One of the Esthar president's right-hand men turned to him. His name was Kiros. The other guy was
Ward.
"He'll be here Squall. He just has to do some things he has to do first," Kiros told him.
Squall stopped tapping his shoe on the floor. He sighed softly enough so they couldn't detect his
impatience. Unlucky for him, they did.
"He's a busy man Squall. Didn't really want to get stuck with this job, but when these things come to
you, you just gotta take them whether you like them or not," explained Kiros.
He was trying to stick up for the president's tardiness.
Great, thought Squall, just what I needed, an explanation. I just want him to get in here so we can
talk about whatever he wants to talk about and get it over with.
The door opened and a man came in. He wore a loose, white shirt and brown pants. His hair was tied
back, but some of the loose hair dangled in front of his worn face. He comb them back but they fell in
his face again. He saw Squall and smiled. He closed the door and went up to Squall.
"Squall! I see Kiros and Ward found you when I sent them to find you. Sorry for keeping you waiting!
Got caught up with stuff with the advisors. They want some things done to the city," he told Squall.
Squall made a faint nod to insure him that he was listening.
"Hey Laguna, took you long enough!" Kiros scolded the president.
Ward made some muddled noises and Kiros listened intentively.
"Ward agrees too. He says it's not good for a father to keep his son waiting," Kiros translated.
"Yeah, I know. I wasn't really listening so I had to stay longer for that plus they were really picky with
some things," answered Laguna.
He turned his attention back to Squall, "Squall, take a seat. The chairs won't bite you."
He replied in a low tone, "No thank you. I can stand."
Laguna shrugged, "Well, if you want to."
He went over to his chair behind the desk. After he sat, he pulled up his chair close to the desk and
looked up at Squall while folding his hands together.
"So Squall, how are you doing? How's the Garden?" Laguna asked.
"It's fine," he replied monotonously.
Laguna nodded, "That's good, good. So have you heard from your Headmaster or Edea?"
Squall was starting to lose his patience, but he held on.
"I haven't talk to them lately, but last I did, they were okay."
"Really, good," Laguna nodded as if pleased with the answer.
What is he doing? Is he interrogating me or something? I want this over with already, Squall thought,
slowly becoming angry.
Laguna continued on with his questions, "And how are the others? Are they okay? How about Rinoa
and you?"
Squall's arms fell to his side and he placed them on his hips.
"Look, I'm here for business only Laguna. So why don't you just tell me what you want to say instead
of interrogating me with these ridiculous questions?" Squall told him impatiently.
Laguna defended himself, "Look Squall, I'm just trying to make pleasant conversation. Can't a father
talk with his son?"
"Don't remind me," Squall muttered.
"There comes times when a father and his son talk. Can't I do that?" Laguna asked him.
Squall scoffed, "So that's why I'm here? To have a "pleasant conversation between father and son?"
"That's why I called you here," Laguna replied.
Squall's right hand fell from his hips and he hit his forehead with it, groaning with impatience at what
he heard.
He looked back up at his "father."
"So you called me up here to waste my time having a conversation with you?"
Laguna's expression on his face became a look of hurt. He turned to Kiros and Ward as if he wanted
to hide his sadness from Squall.
"Hey, would you guys mind giving us a minute?" Laguna asked them.
Kiros answered, "Sure. Looks like you'll need it."
They left and the door closed behind them gently. Laguna inhaled and exhaled deeply from the
incoming stress. He looked up at Squall.
"Look Squall, is it so bad? I mean, we haven't been in contact when I left-"
"Never. Never been in contact when you left me and Ellone," Squall corrected him angrily.
"Yes, and I'm very sorry for that, but under certain circumstances, I couldn't keep in touch. Then, I
meet you after all these years, a young gentleman from when I left you as a baby. I want us to start
from the beginning where we don't get together when there's a battle or war going on."
"Beginning?" Squall scoffed, "we had no beginning and I sure as hell don't want to start it anytime
soon or ever. You made your choice and I made mine."
"Look, Squall, son-" Laguna began.
"Don't you dare call me son! I am not your son! I am Squall Leonhart and you, you are the president
of Esthar, nothing more."
Squall realized that his hand had risen to become a fist. His unclenched his hand and sighed. He
closed his eyes.
Laguna started, "Squall-"
He broke in, "This conversation is over!"
Squall turned around and walked out in anger. Laguna watched him go and saw him slam the door.
He sighed deeply and put in head in his hands.
"I just wanted to be your father Squall. I wanted to make it up to you for leaving you alone all those
years..."
He closed his eyes and his head slipped from his hands to the surface of the table.
"What have I done?..."
