Aaw, I love writing this fic, it's soo kawaii! To answer Purple Penguins questions, yes, same time scale as the game, and I now have something planned out for my little luvbugs! Thank you to Redrum, who has been here pretty much all the way so far!

Road Trip

"Wake up, honey. We're there." Seifer whispered, shaking Squall's shoulder lightly.

Squall rubbed his drowsy eyes. "Park there." He pointed to a vacant area adjacent to the village.

"Yes sir." Seifer joked. He pulled into the space, popping the boot to get out their stuff, "Where shall we stay?"

"I'll have to ask around, hang on a minute." Squall was gone before Seifer could follow. After a brief interlude he came back. "They say Raine's house is free, but only for relations. So we can stay there the night."

"Are you sure you want to?"

"We don't seem to have much choice. Come on." Squall said, tugging on his arm.

"All right." Seifer picked up the bag and followed him. As they stepped into the house, the smell of a house too long unlived in hit them.

"Nobody's lived here since I was taken to Edea," Squall said, his voice distant, seemingly in answer to Seifer's thoughts.

Seifer quietly slipped comforting arms round his waist. Squall relaxed into Seifer's hold, "How old were you?" Seifer asked gently.

"I was one year old." He replied softly, "Ellone went with me. I remember us crying and clinging together in the train on the way. Ellone gave me back all these memories…"

"I can't remember much. All I know is that my parents died so I was sent to Edea."

"Your parents died in a sorceress war. I remember you arriving at the Orphanage… You pretended to be so strong. It was in the middle of storm. And then you broke down and cried in Ellone's arms. Edea made me look after you…"

"I never knew that." Seifer said in amazement.

"We were both about four…I think I loved you even then…" Squall's voice broke into a dry sob. Seifer held him close, much as Ellone had held him years before.

"Oh, Squall…." He murmured into his hair, "Is everything about my past painful?"

"When you're with me you're different." Squall told him, "You're an amazing person really, just Ultemecia possessed you and people continued to see you as the vicious "sorceresses knight"."

Seifer pulled back to look into his fluid silver-blue eyes. They brimmed with tears and earnestness. "Oh, Squall," Was all he could say, feeling his lovers slender arms wrap around his waist again.

"Sshh, love, I think you need to sleep." They were sitting on a sofa, and Squall inclined Seifer's head to lie on his shoulder, and held him as he began to fall asleep.