- 6 years later - (Squall: 14)

A little boy can be seen in the water. Dark blue swimming trunks hanging loosely of the boy's small frame. Long and uneven chestnut strands collect water greedily. Developing muscles flex and release with the power of the boy's movements.

Squall swims for the shore, but he can't seem to reach it. Beginning to tire, he breathes harshly, making his chest heave at the movement, he kicks harder to get to the shore. Smoke blue eyes widen in fear as a large shadow looms over him. The large tide collapses down on him, the current pulling him underneath the water, holding him there. Too tired to swim back up to the surface, Squall sinks towards the bottom helplessly.

A stranger suddenly appears out of no where, large muscular arms circle the boy's waist and long powerful legs kick the pair to the surface. They break the surface, the blonde looks down in fear to see the boy not breathing. Large golden wings shoot out of the teenager's back, staying oddly dry in the water. The youth wises, powerful flaps of his wings bring them swiftly to the shore. Gently laying Squall down, he places his hands on the boy's chest and pumps in a steady rhythm. Counting to three, the blonde holds the boy's nose and places his mouth over the boy's. Breathing air into the brunet's lungs. The angel's breath fills Squall and he coughs up water, grey-blue eyes shooting open to see the blonde hovering over him protectively and worriedly. He sits up slowly and parts his lips to thank the golden angel.

The blonde places a long and nimble finger on the boy's full bottom lip, hushing him affectively. "There is no need to thank me. I will never let you down your time of need. But maybe next time you shouldn't go out so far, ne?" the angel smirks and emerald eye's twinkle in amusement. "Goodbye for now. Remember, I will be there for you always."

The stranger strokes the boy's lips gently and disappears. The only hint of his being there, a large golden feather lying just in front of the pale boy. Squall picks the feather up, surprised at how much it feels like silk. He brings the feather to his mouth and glides the soft tip over his full lips. The brunet smiles and gently holding the golden feather in his hand, he makes his way back to the school. His only real home.