Magical Secrets
Chapter 3: Overdue Meetings
Disclaimer:
I do not own the game or the characters, they are not mine to do with as I wish.
Warning:
A little bit of mild language, some mushy love parts, mild yaoi later on (Don't like Yaoi? Leave please), and lots and lots of Rinoa bashing!
Enjoy!
Alexandra AKA ~*~Fantasy Dragon~*~
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Squall returned to the office and took a look around. Nothing was in it's proper place. Then there was the fact of the broken lamps. Sighing and hanging his jacket on the back of the door, he decided to pick up the lamps. Lifting the closest one up, he saw the charred carpet.
"Fire. It's getting worse." he mummbled then put the pieces of the lamp in the garbage. Stepping towards the location of the other lamp, Squall saw behind the desk. Papers everywhere. Everything had been emptied from their folders and it all lay on the floor. Picking it up would not be the hard part. Sorting it all back into the proper place would take weeks. Knowing he only had a couple hours until Zell and Quistis showed up, he chose to only collect the papers and pile them, leaving the sorting for later.
86 hours, 41 minutes. That's how long the doctor had told him he had been in a coma. Squall felt that he wasn't even comtrolling his own life anymore. There blackouts came when they wanted and that was only the beginning. He had no way of telling how long they would last of even if he could go a day without one coming upon him. And they were never the same twice. It was high time that the 2 people most worried about him finally knew the truth. Hyne, they might even be able to help him.
Squall let out a heavy sigh and began to pick up some of the many papers scattered about the room. A recent document from Laguna was the first thing Squall picked up.
What a man to call 'Father'. He couldn't believe Ellone when she had first told him The bumbling moronic idiot who was currently running Esthar, the most powerful and advanced nation in the world was actually his biological father.
After the war Laguna was willing to do anything to make his son happy, so any info Squall wanted from anywhere in Esthar, even from Dr. Odine, was handed to him nearly before he could get the request out of his mouth.
Squall,
Here is the information from Odine you requested.
Although the details you have
provided about this
Sorceress are extremely good, Odine
feels that the
Best way to find out exactly what is
happening and
to be able to stop it, he must meet
with the subject in person.
Maybe you could come too. It's
been 3 months, boy.
I would like to know what i did
wrong.
I thought we were getting along fine. Even Elle says you haven't
talked with her. You must realize
that i am not a pro
at this father thing and i'm still
learning.
Please, just give me a chance.
Laguna Loire, your father
Although he didn't like to admit it, Squall could kind of tell before anyone told him. And Ellone confirmed him worst fears. He wasn't actually an orphan like his companions, but had family. Though, most of the time he liked to think he actually was still an orphan and had no connections to anyone. Except.....
Squall put the let on the pile without a second thought, he began to pick up the rest of the papers in his immediate area before there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." He called, looking at the wall clock. He had only been released half an hour ago, and he had specifically told Zell and Quistis he didn't want to be bothered. The only left one other possibility.
"Hello, Squall." the familiar voice of the headmaster rang through the office.
"Good day, headmaster." replied Squall as he continued to gather the papers.
"Are you feeling alright? That was a long attack." Cid commented as he pushed his glasses up.
"Yes, I'm fine." a heavy sigh was heard.
"Are you sure? One has never lasted more then a day, and that one lasted 3."
"Yes." Squall was beginning to get pissed at his superior.
"If you say so." The headmaster shook Squall's attitude off, then turned to leave. There was only one other thing eating away at Cid's mind that he had to question the young brunet about. "One last question, Squall." Squall looked at him with a glare that could kill a tonberry. "Edea knows, doesn't she?"
Squall paused. He had forgotten about Matron. She would know about all of this. He couldn't find his voice to reply.
"I thought so. Listen, Squall. She's worried about you. She may not come right out and say it, but I know she is. She is my wife after all. I can sense these things. If you could, just talk to her. You never know. She could be of some help." The headmaster then walked out of Squall's office, leaving the commander to ponder at even more things beside just how to tell his two blond friends what was going on.
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To Be Continued........
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