*I don't own Final Fantasy, Squall, Rinoa and all those others are not my
characters, but their kids are.*
Johnathan was in trouble again, every day it seemed like he was turning into Seifer Almasy, it worried his father, terrified is mother to the point of tears at times. He wasn't evil really, just lost most of the time. None the less, he was in trouble again. Squall was making his way to the Garden training center when he was told. He had turned on heel and gone to the Headmaster's office immediately. What greeted him was nothing short of hilarious.
His son, Johnathan Leonhart was tied to the chair in the office, two of the guards standing on either side of him, his gunblade in one of the two's hands. The Headmaster was standing behind his desk, trying to hide his laughter, Johnathan was blushing, turning as red as the uniforms of the guards beside him. Squall coughed uncomfortably, watching Johnathan as he cocked his head back and looked at his father, his vision contorted from looking at the man upside-down.
Crossing the room, Squall looked at his son, bonded to the chair and raised an eyebrow at the guards, as well as the Headmaster.
"Is that necessary Sir?"
The Headmaster shook his head, taking a seat and motioning for the guards to untie Johnathan and leave the room. They did as they were told and as they left, he cleared his throat, speaking clearly and concisely.
"Squall, you have been very lenient on your son's behalf, I believe it is time to take more strenuous measures to guarantee that this sort of incident does not occur in the future."
Squall glanced at his son, the fire in his eyes appearing for the first time in a long while. Johnathan stared at the floor as his father began to speak.
"What has he done this time that could not be settled the way I have been doing it?"
"He struck a student, with his gunblade, knocking the boy unconscious, there is a small wound on his eyebrow, and he will be scarred permanently."
For a moment, Squall growled, his whole body quivering in anger, though when he spoke next, his voice was calm and collected. The anger was still ever present behind his words, but he knew better than to yell at the Headmaster.
"What student? Randall Almasy?"
It was Johnathan that replied, brushing his bangs from his eyes and looking at his father and the Headmaster.
"No. Zachery Dintch, the chicken-wuss himself, I didn't mean to hit him, I merely raised the blade to his face to get a point across, he moved got himself cut and proceeded to faint. There are ten year olds that have more strength than he does."
"You may be right in saying that he is a fool, however, that does not give you the right to strike him. You will be punished for this."
"Wonderful, what do I get this time, training SeeD hopefuls? Cleaning out the toilets? Or my personal favorite, suspension, come on Cid, you know you can't make me sit still and watch something and not interfere, for better or for worse."
By this time, Squall had had enough of his son's attitude and grabbed his arm forcefully.
"Headmaster, forgive him and I. I will deal with this the way I should have done when he first stepped out of line."
With that, Squall drug his son from the room and down the elevator, heading towards their apartment. Rinoa, Squall's wife and Johnathan's mother was out for the day with some of the girls so it was the perfect time to have one of those father-son talks. Neither sat, Johnathan wrenched his arm from his father's hand and glared at him. The boy and his father were nearly identical thanks to Johnathan's encounter with the 'law enforcer' Seifer Almasy. To coax the boy back to the Garden, Seifer had engaged him in battle and struck him with his Hyperion Gunblade, leaving a scar identical to his father's.
Squall confronted his son, when he sat, he pulled Johnathan back up to his feet, glaring the whole time.
"You are a disrespecting little shit, you know that? How dare you refer to the Headmaster as 'Cid'! Do you want to be expelled, it can be arranged you know."
"Cid is his name, the Headmaster is merely a title he was given or had given himself to make people fear him. Let me tell you something, I don't fear the old man. He's just that, an old man. I whacked Zach over the head and all you care about is me disrespecting the Headmaster. God, you wonder why I act the way I do."
"Why do you? Do you want to turn out like Seifer? Called names, a loner and referred to as a monster, a creature not even worthy for the deepest pit of hell?"
"He isn't called any of those things now. I've been around him, people fear him because of who he is, what he did, but they don't hate him any more than they did originally. If I remember the story right, you are the one that got him this job as law enforcer in the first place. What do I have to do with Seifer anyway? He isn't the one that attacked Zach, it was me!"
"Then what was it, an attempt for attention, because if attention is what you want boy, I'll give it to you."
Squall was fuming and from the way he was taking off that leather belt of his, Johnathan had a pretty good idea what kind of attention his father was referring to.
"Am I so bad that you have to resort to child's punishment? That old belt of yours is not the kind of attention I wanted, if that's even why I did it. Ever think maybe I did it because we were training and it got out of hand? You never once thought about it that way did you? Did you?"
Training was all it had started out as; Zach wanted to prepare for the SeeD field exam in a month, Johnathan just wanted an excuse to skip his class and fight. He and Zach weren't even partners, but both wanted to get out of doing World History, and so they did. The battle went well for a while, but then things turned ugly. Zach used magic; you aren't supposed to use magic when training, because it puts both you and your partner in danger. The 'ice storm' that he used knocked John down and pissed him off. He raised his gunblade and brought it crashing down onto Zach's head. He managed to stop himself before really hurting the other boy, but as he watched, Zach cried and passed out. It's true, he had hit him, but with some effort he had carried him to the Infirmary and left him there with the resident doctor.
Facing his father like this, there was nothing he could do, whatever punishment he received from Squall he knew he had to take it, because of his father's hero complex, because he was supposed to turn out the same way. Rather than use the belt, Squall broke into screaming at his son. After some time of this, it sunk in that John wasn't even listening to him, he was just standing there. It was then that he did something he regretted almost immediately. He struck his son, backhanded him with his right hand, the hand with the wedding ring on it. The ring tore a gash into his son's face and the force propelled him to the ground. He let out a small cry out of pain and shock, Squall stood there over him, breathing hard and looking sick.
As he stood again, there was only one thing going through the boy's mind. Run, run away and this time, don't come back. He did as his mind was telling him; his heart was beating so fast he thought it would burst from his chest. He ran from the Garden, from his parents and from everything he had known since birth. Within a few hours, Johnathan was in new territory, Timber. There was no way he was going back now; he had crossed the 'a wall' mark the moment he snuck aboard the train from Balamb.
Johnathan was in trouble again, every day it seemed like he was turning into Seifer Almasy, it worried his father, terrified is mother to the point of tears at times. He wasn't evil really, just lost most of the time. None the less, he was in trouble again. Squall was making his way to the Garden training center when he was told. He had turned on heel and gone to the Headmaster's office immediately. What greeted him was nothing short of hilarious.
His son, Johnathan Leonhart was tied to the chair in the office, two of the guards standing on either side of him, his gunblade in one of the two's hands. The Headmaster was standing behind his desk, trying to hide his laughter, Johnathan was blushing, turning as red as the uniforms of the guards beside him. Squall coughed uncomfortably, watching Johnathan as he cocked his head back and looked at his father, his vision contorted from looking at the man upside-down.
Crossing the room, Squall looked at his son, bonded to the chair and raised an eyebrow at the guards, as well as the Headmaster.
"Is that necessary Sir?"
The Headmaster shook his head, taking a seat and motioning for the guards to untie Johnathan and leave the room. They did as they were told and as they left, he cleared his throat, speaking clearly and concisely.
"Squall, you have been very lenient on your son's behalf, I believe it is time to take more strenuous measures to guarantee that this sort of incident does not occur in the future."
Squall glanced at his son, the fire in his eyes appearing for the first time in a long while. Johnathan stared at the floor as his father began to speak.
"What has he done this time that could not be settled the way I have been doing it?"
"He struck a student, with his gunblade, knocking the boy unconscious, there is a small wound on his eyebrow, and he will be scarred permanently."
For a moment, Squall growled, his whole body quivering in anger, though when he spoke next, his voice was calm and collected. The anger was still ever present behind his words, but he knew better than to yell at the Headmaster.
"What student? Randall Almasy?"
It was Johnathan that replied, brushing his bangs from his eyes and looking at his father and the Headmaster.
"No. Zachery Dintch, the chicken-wuss himself, I didn't mean to hit him, I merely raised the blade to his face to get a point across, he moved got himself cut and proceeded to faint. There are ten year olds that have more strength than he does."
"You may be right in saying that he is a fool, however, that does not give you the right to strike him. You will be punished for this."
"Wonderful, what do I get this time, training SeeD hopefuls? Cleaning out the toilets? Or my personal favorite, suspension, come on Cid, you know you can't make me sit still and watch something and not interfere, for better or for worse."
By this time, Squall had had enough of his son's attitude and grabbed his arm forcefully.
"Headmaster, forgive him and I. I will deal with this the way I should have done when he first stepped out of line."
With that, Squall drug his son from the room and down the elevator, heading towards their apartment. Rinoa, Squall's wife and Johnathan's mother was out for the day with some of the girls so it was the perfect time to have one of those father-son talks. Neither sat, Johnathan wrenched his arm from his father's hand and glared at him. The boy and his father were nearly identical thanks to Johnathan's encounter with the 'law enforcer' Seifer Almasy. To coax the boy back to the Garden, Seifer had engaged him in battle and struck him with his Hyperion Gunblade, leaving a scar identical to his father's.
Squall confronted his son, when he sat, he pulled Johnathan back up to his feet, glaring the whole time.
"You are a disrespecting little shit, you know that? How dare you refer to the Headmaster as 'Cid'! Do you want to be expelled, it can be arranged you know."
"Cid is his name, the Headmaster is merely a title he was given or had given himself to make people fear him. Let me tell you something, I don't fear the old man. He's just that, an old man. I whacked Zach over the head and all you care about is me disrespecting the Headmaster. God, you wonder why I act the way I do."
"Why do you? Do you want to turn out like Seifer? Called names, a loner and referred to as a monster, a creature not even worthy for the deepest pit of hell?"
"He isn't called any of those things now. I've been around him, people fear him because of who he is, what he did, but they don't hate him any more than they did originally. If I remember the story right, you are the one that got him this job as law enforcer in the first place. What do I have to do with Seifer anyway? He isn't the one that attacked Zach, it was me!"
"Then what was it, an attempt for attention, because if attention is what you want boy, I'll give it to you."
Squall was fuming and from the way he was taking off that leather belt of his, Johnathan had a pretty good idea what kind of attention his father was referring to.
"Am I so bad that you have to resort to child's punishment? That old belt of yours is not the kind of attention I wanted, if that's even why I did it. Ever think maybe I did it because we were training and it got out of hand? You never once thought about it that way did you? Did you?"
Training was all it had started out as; Zach wanted to prepare for the SeeD field exam in a month, Johnathan just wanted an excuse to skip his class and fight. He and Zach weren't even partners, but both wanted to get out of doing World History, and so they did. The battle went well for a while, but then things turned ugly. Zach used magic; you aren't supposed to use magic when training, because it puts both you and your partner in danger. The 'ice storm' that he used knocked John down and pissed him off. He raised his gunblade and brought it crashing down onto Zach's head. He managed to stop himself before really hurting the other boy, but as he watched, Zach cried and passed out. It's true, he had hit him, but with some effort he had carried him to the Infirmary and left him there with the resident doctor.
Facing his father like this, there was nothing he could do, whatever punishment he received from Squall he knew he had to take it, because of his father's hero complex, because he was supposed to turn out the same way. Rather than use the belt, Squall broke into screaming at his son. After some time of this, it sunk in that John wasn't even listening to him, he was just standing there. It was then that he did something he regretted almost immediately. He struck his son, backhanded him with his right hand, the hand with the wedding ring on it. The ring tore a gash into his son's face and the force propelled him to the ground. He let out a small cry out of pain and shock, Squall stood there over him, breathing hard and looking sick.
As he stood again, there was only one thing going through the boy's mind. Run, run away and this time, don't come back. He did as his mind was telling him; his heart was beating so fast he thought it would burst from his chest. He ran from the Garden, from his parents and from everything he had known since birth. Within a few hours, Johnathan was in new territory, Timber. There was no way he was going back now; he had crossed the 'a wall' mark the moment he snuck aboard the train from Balamb.