Chapter 2 – What's in a name?
It was around noon when the guys arrived at the Presidential Palace. An aid had showed the guys to their room. It was as spacious as a loft and built in the same manner. They hardly expected to find such a room in a Palace. The room seemed to spread out in a circular pattern. In the middle was a large TV that was shaped like a globe, with several entertainment systems. Around it was a circular black leather couch. Then in three corners of the room was a bedroom. In the last corner there was a bathroom. Along the left wall was a large kitchen.
"YEAH BABY!" Zell bounded into the room and jumped over the back of the couch to land on it and began to look at the strange TV.
"Well, if this don't beat all."
"........"
Squall, walked to a bedroom and put his bags away and joined Zell on the couch. Irvine followed his example and joined the pair.
"Well fellas, I say we got us a nice little pad here."
"Dude, this is the best. Laguna really went all out for us."
"Whatever, let's see what we have to do for the pre-mission." Squall tore open his manila folder and read it quickly. His face once gain was set in a scowl. He waited as Zell and Irvine read theirs.
"WHAT!?!? I don't believe this. I have to dye my hair red and cover up my tattoo." Zell immediately stood up and began 'swatting flies' as Seifer called it.
Irvine began to chuckle, "Relax Zell I think you'll look good as a red head. I'm sure our dear Commander will look nice with long hair streaked platinum blond" That earned him an icy glare from Squall. At that point Irvine lost it and began laughing even harder.
"Tch! I don't wanna learn your stupid accent."
"Hey now!" Irvine shouted indignantly at Zell. The blond simply sneered back at him. "Come on cowboy, we know it's fake."
"ENOUGH!"
"We are on a mission and that means we have to act accordingly. Now, it's time to pick our names. After that you are to refer to us by those names till the completion of the mission."
"I have one for you Zell, Chi..." Irvine never got a chance to finish, because Zell lunged at him and had a firm grip on his collar and a fist raised centimeters from Irvine's face. However, Zell didn't get any further than that because there was a gunblade leveled at his temple. It seems that the President of Esthar chose that precise moment to walk in with Kiros and Ward.
Laguna looked at the trio and smiled. "Hello gentlemen... Are you practicing or something?"
Ward looked to Kiros and he nodded. "Ward says, how are you going to go a mission if you can't get along?"
The three quickly withdrew from each other saluted Laguna as well as greeted him.
"Call me Laguna, you're going to be here for a while so we can forego the formalities." He then walked over to the couch and took a seat. His two partners quickly flanked him.
Squall proceeded to tell him about the pre – mission requirements.
"Well, if you need help getting your hair dyed and such, I can have my stylist help you."
"Sweet, thanks Sir... Laguna"
"You're welcome my boy. It's the least I can do."
Ward looked over a Kiros. "Ward says, what do you have in mind for names?"
Zell looked thoughtful for a moment. "I'll go first. How about Vincent?"
"I don't think so." drawled Irvine.
Once again Kiros spoke for Ward. "I agree with Ward, you look like a Derek."
Zell thought it over quickly and agreed. "Okay, you got me what about Squall?"
Squall only grimaced and looked away. He didn't want to take part in this conversation. Irvine then looked at the President. Laguna looked at Squall for a second. If I didn't know any better, I would say his face conveyed a mixture of sadness, regret, guilt and hope, but only for a brief second. Laguna interrupted his thoughts by speaking.
"Well, if I uh had a son I uh would name him Squall, but since that's your name my second choice would be Shane." Laguna said has his leg suddenly began cramping.
Squall turned back around and looked at Laguna briefly.
"Whatever."
Irvine looked the group, "Well I'm not as good as translating as you Kiros, but I speak a little Squall. He says okay."
Laguna smiled while messaging his leg.
It was around noon when the guys arrived at the Presidential Palace. An aid had showed the guys to their room. It was as spacious as a loft and built in the same manner. They hardly expected to find such a room in a Palace. The room seemed to spread out in a circular pattern. In the middle was a large TV that was shaped like a globe, with several entertainment systems. Around it was a circular black leather couch. Then in three corners of the room was a bedroom. In the last corner there was a bathroom. Along the left wall was a large kitchen.
"YEAH BABY!" Zell bounded into the room and jumped over the back of the couch to land on it and began to look at the strange TV.
"Well, if this don't beat all."
"........"
Squall, walked to a bedroom and put his bags away and joined Zell on the couch. Irvine followed his example and joined the pair.
"Well fellas, I say we got us a nice little pad here."
"Dude, this is the best. Laguna really went all out for us."
"Whatever, let's see what we have to do for the pre-mission." Squall tore open his manila folder and read it quickly. His face once gain was set in a scowl. He waited as Zell and Irvine read theirs.
"WHAT!?!? I don't believe this. I have to dye my hair red and cover up my tattoo." Zell immediately stood up and began 'swatting flies' as Seifer called it.
Irvine began to chuckle, "Relax Zell I think you'll look good as a red head. I'm sure our dear Commander will look nice with long hair streaked platinum blond" That earned him an icy glare from Squall. At that point Irvine lost it and began laughing even harder.
"Tch! I don't wanna learn your stupid accent."
"Hey now!" Irvine shouted indignantly at Zell. The blond simply sneered back at him. "Come on cowboy, we know it's fake."
"ENOUGH!"
"We are on a mission and that means we have to act accordingly. Now, it's time to pick our names. After that you are to refer to us by those names till the completion of the mission."
"I have one for you Zell, Chi..." Irvine never got a chance to finish, because Zell lunged at him and had a firm grip on his collar and a fist raised centimeters from Irvine's face. However, Zell didn't get any further than that because there was a gunblade leveled at his temple. It seems that the President of Esthar chose that precise moment to walk in with Kiros and Ward.
Laguna looked at the trio and smiled. "Hello gentlemen... Are you practicing or something?"
Ward looked to Kiros and he nodded. "Ward says, how are you going to go a mission if you can't get along?"
The three quickly withdrew from each other saluted Laguna as well as greeted him.
"Call me Laguna, you're going to be here for a while so we can forego the formalities." He then walked over to the couch and took a seat. His two partners quickly flanked him.
Squall proceeded to tell him about the pre – mission requirements.
"Well, if you need help getting your hair dyed and such, I can have my stylist help you."
"Sweet, thanks Sir... Laguna"
"You're welcome my boy. It's the least I can do."
Ward looked over a Kiros. "Ward says, what do you have in mind for names?"
Zell looked thoughtful for a moment. "I'll go first. How about Vincent?"
"I don't think so." drawled Irvine.
Once again Kiros spoke for Ward. "I agree with Ward, you look like a Derek."
Zell thought it over quickly and agreed. "Okay, you got me what about Squall?"
Squall only grimaced and looked away. He didn't want to take part in this conversation. Irvine then looked at the President. Laguna looked at Squall for a second. If I didn't know any better, I would say his face conveyed a mixture of sadness, regret, guilt and hope, but only for a brief second. Laguna interrupted his thoughts by speaking.
"Well, if I uh had a son I uh would name him Squall, but since that's your name my second choice would be Shane." Laguna said has his leg suddenly began cramping.
Squall turned back around and looked at Laguna briefly.
"Whatever."
Irvine looked the group, "Well I'm not as good as translating as you Kiros, but I speak a little Squall. He says okay."
Laguna smiled while messaging his leg.