Squall: Chapter Two:
When he'd first stumbled across the youth, he thought it was a mere boy, but now, with that tempest hued gaze looking at him, he knew that he wasn't.
Black leather draped a lithe form, only broken by the white of his shirt and the brown of his belts. The fur lining in the collar of his jacket was almost as pale as his own hair, shot through with darker shades of gray.
"Are you alright?" He repeated, studying the face closer now. Those eyes held the chill of a warrior, yet he seemed to slim too be one. But he knew, never judge by appearances.
"Where..." His voice was husky, broken. Yet he pushed the flask away as it was offered again. "Where am I?"
"You are in my private training field."
A few feet away, Masamune was seated in the ground, where he had placed it after nearly falling over Squall. One did not expect to find a body lying in the grass. Not in his quarters, anyway.
"Training field...." He repeated, eyes narrowing slightly. "You are a Seed?"
It couldn't be. The other two Gardens were still hurting, Galbadia with its failed attack upon Balamb, Trabia - over half of that Garden was gone. None of the Seeds, that he knew, owned a private training field. Unless this was another sect of secret Seeds.
"Seed?" The other voice questioned then a slight shake of a head.
"I belong to ShinRa."
The youth's eyes narrowed either further. Nectarine hued lips pulled
downwards into a faint frown. "You're joking." A statement of fact, not a query, or even in shock. He truly believed that he was lying.
Seafoam green clashed with gunmetal.
"You do not believe me?"
The soft voice had gone colder, reminding Squall of the chill he felt when he summoned Shiva. Yet, he was not known as an Ice Wolf for nothing.
"I don't."
He was suddenly hauled to his feet, black leather tight against white cotton.
The green eyes were humming with energy; he could feel it dancing along his skin.
"Brave words, from one who is trespassing."
With that sudden snarl, Squall realized that his savior was a man. Not a woman as he'd first thought. He let his eyes drift down his body, trying to gauge his strength. Silver hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and he too - favored all black. He wasn't in his full armor; just a simple cloth shirt tucked into black leathers.
With an inward sigh, he grasped the man's wrists.
"It would be best if you released me."
One silver brow lifted, and then Sephiroth dropped him. Squall, promptly fell upon his ass again, still weak from whatever had thrown him here. Sephiroth couldn't help it; the indignant look the boy had held became one of shocked surprise that his feet would betray him so.
Squall, meanwhile, seethed as Sephiroth's laughter faded.
"You honestly do not know about ShinRa? Are you a Seed that you speak off?"
Squall refused to answer, and the silver haired general sighed.
"Very well. My name is Sephiroth. Your's?"
At the mention of the name, Squall's eyes went wide again, and a very
unpleasant buzzing started in his head again. The colors around him rippled, before he felt himself falling to the side, blackness eclipsing his vision.
When he'd first stumbled across the youth, he thought it was a mere boy, but now, with that tempest hued gaze looking at him, he knew that he wasn't.
Black leather draped a lithe form, only broken by the white of his shirt and the brown of his belts. The fur lining in the collar of his jacket was almost as pale as his own hair, shot through with darker shades of gray.
"Are you alright?" He repeated, studying the face closer now. Those eyes held the chill of a warrior, yet he seemed to slim too be one. But he knew, never judge by appearances.
"Where..." His voice was husky, broken. Yet he pushed the flask away as it was offered again. "Where am I?"
"You are in my private training field."
A few feet away, Masamune was seated in the ground, where he had placed it after nearly falling over Squall. One did not expect to find a body lying in the grass. Not in his quarters, anyway.
"Training field...." He repeated, eyes narrowing slightly. "You are a Seed?"
It couldn't be. The other two Gardens were still hurting, Galbadia with its failed attack upon Balamb, Trabia - over half of that Garden was gone. None of the Seeds, that he knew, owned a private training field. Unless this was another sect of secret Seeds.
"Seed?" The other voice questioned then a slight shake of a head.
"I belong to ShinRa."
The youth's eyes narrowed either further. Nectarine hued lips pulled
downwards into a faint frown. "You're joking." A statement of fact, not a query, or even in shock. He truly believed that he was lying.
Seafoam green clashed with gunmetal.
"You do not believe me?"
The soft voice had gone colder, reminding Squall of the chill he felt when he summoned Shiva. Yet, he was not known as an Ice Wolf for nothing.
"I don't."
He was suddenly hauled to his feet, black leather tight against white cotton.
The green eyes were humming with energy; he could feel it dancing along his skin.
"Brave words, from one who is trespassing."
With that sudden snarl, Squall realized that his savior was a man. Not a woman as he'd first thought. He let his eyes drift down his body, trying to gauge his strength. Silver hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and he too - favored all black. He wasn't in his full armor; just a simple cloth shirt tucked into black leathers.
With an inward sigh, he grasped the man's wrists.
"It would be best if you released me."
One silver brow lifted, and then Sephiroth dropped him. Squall, promptly fell upon his ass again, still weak from whatever had thrown him here. Sephiroth couldn't help it; the indignant look the boy had held became one of shocked surprise that his feet would betray him so.
Squall, meanwhile, seethed as Sephiroth's laughter faded.
"You honestly do not know about ShinRa? Are you a Seed that you speak off?"
Squall refused to answer, and the silver haired general sighed.
"Very well. My name is Sephiroth. Your's?"
At the mention of the name, Squall's eyes went wide again, and a very
unpleasant buzzing started in his head again. The colors around him rippled, before he felt himself falling to the side, blackness eclipsing his vision.