(OKAYS...maybe the reviews aren't enough in quantity to satisfy my hunger
(I've a crave for reviews). But I'm having a heck of a time writing this.
It's so fun. Hopefully I'll be calm and won't rush this.)
Stepping out of the shower, Squall had a towel over his head. He dried himself up and put on a fresh uniform. It was 8 in the morning. He had just walked Hillary back to her dorm, and then went back into his room to prepare for the field practice. Squall yawned. Perhaps he shouldn't have stayed up all night. He was feeling pretty drowsy, and yawning was only making things worst.
Nah, it definitely was worth it. Thinking back how sweet she looked all snuggled up against him; it was definitely worth it, he told himself. Drawing his beat up old gunblade, he headed outside. At 8 in the morning, Garden was already very lively. While some students walked sleepily, constantly banging into one another, Garden staff's were preparing the facilities for the entire day. It never failed to amaze Squall how the Garden functioned so properly. Little did he know, soon it would all be under his command. Squall drew his breath, and quickly continued to walk, not letting anything distract him.
Arriving just outside of Garden twenty minutes before starting time, Squall was among the first few present. A bunch of girls, supposedly from the popular gang, were hurdled together. Some boys were practicing their moves, cutting the air with their weapons of choice. But Hillary was not seen nearby. Perhaps she was still preparing.
"She DID get enough sleep yesterday, anyhow." He told himself, and joined the other students with their air-sparring.
As Squall repeated a maneuver involving up-thrusts of his gunblade, he felt a pair of eyes constantly fixed on him. If he would stop and look around, no one could be seen looking at him. Ignoring it, he continued to train. Then again, he felt the pair of eyes staring at him. Halting, he scanned the surrounding. Besides the bunch of girls and practicing boys, no one else was out here. The popular bunch of girls started giggling. Squall turned to them. His eyes caught a girl. She was small framed, about half a head shorter then him, with brown hair, and looked very nervous. In her hands was a pink envelope.
"Hey, err, I think he's looking at us," the girl with a hair bend said. "Oh my gosh, you think so?" another girl with a purple dress asked.
Squall at once knew they were talking about him. There wasn't any prove, but simple common sense made him believe, or rather, know so.
"C'mon Selphie, give it to him!" one of the girls urged.
Selphie must've been the nervous little girl, because after the last sentence, everyone was looking at her, probing her to 'give it to him'.
The small girl shyly looked at him, gathered all her courage, and walked towards Squall. "Hi," she said. The other girls giggled non-stop, as if they were watching the most interesting scene ever.
Squall just looked at her. Who's this girl? Does he know her? "Hi," he finally replied. Humble by nature, Squall didn't know how popular he was, and that many girls had crushes on him. Even his relationship with Hillary, being honest, unlike the usual couple-to-show in Garden, had been kept a very low profile, was not known by others.
"Erm, this is for you," she shyly showed the pink letter to him. Looking at it, then back at Selphie, he slowly took the letter from her trembling hands. It smelled of perfume. Too much actually, it made him nauseous. As soon as he had taken the pink letter, the girl named Selphie quickly ran back to her friends. "So? How was it?" he could hear them whispering.
"Selphie," Squall thought to himself. "I've heard that name somewhere before..."
"What've you got there?" it was Hillary. Squall scanned her up and down. She was wearing a pretty blue blouse, and black shorts. "Here, take a look," he gave her the letter. Moans could be heard coming from Selphie's gang.
Hillary started to read it, and the edge of her lips kept curling up, as if it was something funny. "What?" Squall asked.
Hillary folded the letter back to its original state. "I think you better read it for yourself, lover boy." She gave the letter back with a mischievous smile.
Squall took the letter back and hastily read it.
"Dear Squall," it was written in a very neat handwriting, "We, the girls of class Gilroy year 6," Squall looked at the bunch of girls, seeing his response, they waved happily. Squall lazily waved back, and continued reading, "would like to confess that we all have a crush on you. All of the boys in our class are weaklings and immature idiots. Some one like you, calm by nature, humble, and mature to a level of year 8 students is really hard to come by. We'd really appreciate it if you'd join us for lunch today. We'll be waiting at the library. Your lunch box has already been prepared. So you don't have to worry. Bye, with kisses from all the girls of 6 Gilroy."
Squall, stoned, had some hard time inputting all the words. His personality wasn't meant to be put in such a scene like this.
"Go for it," Hillary urged.
"What?" Squall couldn't believe what he heard her say. His girlfriend, the person that was suppose to get jealous of everything that he did with other girls, not only gave him the green light, but she asked him to.
"You heard me, go." She repeated herself. Hillary was smiling. There weren't any motives or jealousy in her mind. Squall could see that. She just kept smiling.
"You sure?" he asked. If given a choice, he wouldn't want to. But since Hillary asked him to, why not? It would be worth the experience. "Okay then. But, you're not jealous?" Squall asked. It was clear she wasn't, but just to make sure.
"Nope."
"Fine then. I'll go." He smiled and nodded to the girls, causing them to scream in delight.
The training was hazardous. They were made to try and hit footballs charmed with the Aero spell. The ball, levitating at about the length of two cars nose to nose above the ground, was nearly impossible to hit. They were only thirteen years old, and hardly six feet tall.
The girls, being lighter, could reach higher, though not enough to actually touch them. Students kept falling down and scratching their knees, causing Instructor Java to wear out from bringing each of them to Dr. Kodawaki. Too tired, he made students who were injured wait until there was a group of 5 before sending them all at once to the doctor, thus saving energy and time. The small Selphie was at the best advantage. All she had to do was jump a little, and lash out her tong reaching weapon.
Squall had managed to slice the ball with the tip of his gunblade. The girls that had given him the letter had made him nervous, their eyes always fixed on him. If not, he would definitely have been able to concentrate. Though weaker, Hillary had no trouble at all reaching the football. "Thanks to my basketball practice." She said. "Basketball's very popular in Trabia. Even the Gardens there have a court, so I've heard."
After training, they felt like the living dead, their backs aching like mad, and legs exhausted till the bone. Worse yet, Squall had to sit with a bunch of girls at lunch time. The only girl he was comfortable with was Hillary, and no one else. But, dreading it as much as he wanted, he still had to go. He had made a promise.
After he had freshen up, Squall changed into something he was comfortable in, a singlet, a black jacket over it, and a pair of long pants with exactly the same tone of black. Some would call it a cry for attention. Squall found it cool. Before meeting Hillary, he wouldn't really bother about fashion. But now, his entire life brightened up, fashion was pretty important.
He headed for the library. Walking past Hillary's dorm on the way, he felt a little guilty. But what was there to be guilty about? SHE asked him to go. Sighing, he continued to walk to the library.
They were all waiting for him, hurdled around the biggest table. Squall tried to count how many there were, but gave up by the time he reached girl number 15.
"It's Squall!" they shrieked excitedly.
"Err, hi."
Squall was eating out of the lunchbox they had prepared for him. No one spoke at all. As he ate, they all just circled around him, and watched. No matter how delicious the food, you really can't enjoy it if there were more then 15 people staring at you, their eager faces less than a foot away.
"I'm done." Squall placed the empty lunchbox on the table.
"Did you like it?" one of them asked. They quickly cleared the table and sat down beside him.
"Yeah, it was delicious," Squall commented.
Selphie smiled, "Thanks, I made them."
A taller girl went closer to Squall. "So, tell us about yourself?"
"Me?" Squall pointed to himself. He didn't feel comfortable with all the attention.
The next few moments were about nothing but him. From his birthday, his past experiences, and even fighting styles.
"Wow...I can't believe we've got a Gunblade user on our form. It's a great honor," one of them praised. She held out her hand in a shake, hoping to get a chance to touch his hand.
"Thanks," he shook her hand.
"Oh my gosh! I'm never washing this hand again!"
A prettier looking girl came in front. "Then what about your style with clothes? You know, that gigolo look. A pair of black pants, white t shirt, covered by a black jacket. How'd you think that combination up?"
Squall wanted to answer. He wanted the girls to know. He wanted to tell them,
"My girlfriend thought it up for me."
But he kept quiet. His relationship with Hillary shall be kept a secret. If the school authorities found out, they'd take serious action. Coupling was only allowed to year 7 students. He just had to wait a little longer, and they won't have to be secretive about it anymore.
"I just did," he lied. It really hurt. Hillary had chosen hat color, that combination, just for him. She said it reflected his personality, calm and simple. Whether it was a critic or a comment, he loved it.
A tapping of hard leather boots could be heard.
Tap tap tap
The girls took their attention away from Squall and looked behind. It was Seifer.
"Good morning girls." he said vivaciously. "Found a new toy, I see?"
"Who're you calling a toy!?" the girls protested.
"Him." Seifer pointed at Squall, sitting at the table, faced down.
Squall looked up. "Hello, Seifer."
"Tch, stiff as usual." Seifer sneered. He recalled the first time they met.
It was raining heavily. Seifer looked out from the window of his dorm. How long was that bum gonna take? He's been waiting for more then an hour already!
"Seifer?" a scrawny boy stepped into his room. He was holding the hand of a younger girl, around 11 years old. "I've got her."
Seifer took a good look at his captive. "Nicely done." She had blonde hair, her eyes were as brilliant as jewels, and her face sweet. She was sobbing a little, obviously afraid. Seifer touched her chin, and raised her head, forcing her to stare at him.
"Tell me," he started to caress her cheeks with his thumb, "What's your name?"
"Hillary," she said in between little sobs.
Seifer waved a hand at the scrawny boy, asking him to leave them alone.
"Right, I'll come back later Seifer."
"Fine, fine, just leave the door shut on your way out."
"Right, I'll just –umph!"
Seifer looked at his door. Lying on the floor knocked out was his friend. Standing above him, panting and furious, was a boy. He looked the same age as Hillary. Standing there, looming, dressed in white and black, his eyes were bloodshot with anger. He looked like the angel of death.
"Who the !#%@! hell Are you!?" Seifer asked.
"Squall!" his captive shouted. She ran towards him, and jumped into his arms. Squall comforted her, telling her not to cry and that everything would be alright. But as he spoke gently, his eyes glared at Seifer menacingly. Hillary's tears were flowing down his black jacket.
"Wait outside," he said confidently.
"What?"
"Just go." He kissed her forehead, "I'll be fine."
She ran out of the room. Seifer and Squall were alone.
"So you're Squall huh?" Seifer got up. "I heard you're pretty good."
"Shut up and fight."
Yup, that's the way things went. Simple and clean. A bloody fight, settling to see which male was stronger. That bitch had reported to the headmaster, and all three of them received punishment, a whole month of detention. But it was worth it. He had the fight of his life. Never had he met a 'victim' put up a fight as hard as Squall did. Even the students older then him didn't have that much juice in them. Besides, Squall almost won. That makes this little boy a worthy rival.
All eyes were on him. The entire group of girls just ignored Seifer, but Squall gave him the same menacing stare.
"Where's that bitch? Still your whore?" he asked. Seifer grinned in amusement. He loved to see his rival turn red with anger.
Squall stood up. In his anger, the chair he was sitting on fell backwards. "Don't-push-it, Seifer."
The older boy hissed. It was clear he couldn't pick a fight today. Squall was calm enough. Perhaps he'd try his luck later, without the ladies around. But how fun it would be to beat the crap out of this punk in front of everyone. Fighting the temptation to throw a punch, Seifer walked away.
"Ignore him," the girls told Squall, "He's like that."
"I know," Squall replied. He remembered. How Seifer had token Hillary away from him. How he had made her cry. He was fighting it out, bruises and all. Seifer, being slightly bigger, had the advantage. But in his rage, the smaller Squall was more aggressive. While they were fighting, the Headmaster had came in, unformed by Hillary about their fight. Seifer took a cheap shot while Squall was shocked by the headmaster's arrival, he issued a blow at Squall's face, and the younger boy blacked out.
He pulled the chair back, and sat down.
"By the way, you didn't tell us something important," said one of the girls, trying to ease out the tension.
"Where did you come from? You know, before Garden."
Her words hit him harder then a falling hammer. Where did he come from? He tried recalling, but couldn't. The oldest memory he had, was of Hilary. The day which in which both them met, Hillary crying, and Squall trying to comfort her. It was the oldest memory he had, and the fondest. But he couldn't answer such a simple question. Where did he come from?
"Where did I come from?" Squall repeated her question.
"Yeah," the girls nodded their head. They anxiously awaited his reply.
"I'm sorry, but I have to go," Squall quickly got up and left the library. Leaving the girls a little stunned and fazed by his sudden behavior. Outside, his head felt giddy. The students walking, the flowing of the water, everything seemed to be in slow motion. What's going on?
Where did I come from?
WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER!!??
No. He had to talk to somebody. Hillary. She'd be there for him. Running faintly, he headed for the dorms.
(okay. Basically the trauma's start now. The first two episode's all about happy thoughts, but now the real life troubles start to happen. I'm hoping this fic might cover a few loop holes in the game about Squall's life before being a seed. Keep in mind this story is all about memories. R&R please And why doesn't Squall and Seifer know each other at first? Find out in my continuation!
By the way, if my writing wasn't that good, please tell me. I need to know if im faultering.)
Stepping out of the shower, Squall had a towel over his head. He dried himself up and put on a fresh uniform. It was 8 in the morning. He had just walked Hillary back to her dorm, and then went back into his room to prepare for the field practice. Squall yawned. Perhaps he shouldn't have stayed up all night. He was feeling pretty drowsy, and yawning was only making things worst.
Nah, it definitely was worth it. Thinking back how sweet she looked all snuggled up against him; it was definitely worth it, he told himself. Drawing his beat up old gunblade, he headed outside. At 8 in the morning, Garden was already very lively. While some students walked sleepily, constantly banging into one another, Garden staff's were preparing the facilities for the entire day. It never failed to amaze Squall how the Garden functioned so properly. Little did he know, soon it would all be under his command. Squall drew his breath, and quickly continued to walk, not letting anything distract him.
Arriving just outside of Garden twenty minutes before starting time, Squall was among the first few present. A bunch of girls, supposedly from the popular gang, were hurdled together. Some boys were practicing their moves, cutting the air with their weapons of choice. But Hillary was not seen nearby. Perhaps she was still preparing.
"She DID get enough sleep yesterday, anyhow." He told himself, and joined the other students with their air-sparring.
As Squall repeated a maneuver involving up-thrusts of his gunblade, he felt a pair of eyes constantly fixed on him. If he would stop and look around, no one could be seen looking at him. Ignoring it, he continued to train. Then again, he felt the pair of eyes staring at him. Halting, he scanned the surrounding. Besides the bunch of girls and practicing boys, no one else was out here. The popular bunch of girls started giggling. Squall turned to them. His eyes caught a girl. She was small framed, about half a head shorter then him, with brown hair, and looked very nervous. In her hands was a pink envelope.
"Hey, err, I think he's looking at us," the girl with a hair bend said. "Oh my gosh, you think so?" another girl with a purple dress asked.
Squall at once knew they were talking about him. There wasn't any prove, but simple common sense made him believe, or rather, know so.
"C'mon Selphie, give it to him!" one of the girls urged.
Selphie must've been the nervous little girl, because after the last sentence, everyone was looking at her, probing her to 'give it to him'.
The small girl shyly looked at him, gathered all her courage, and walked towards Squall. "Hi," she said. The other girls giggled non-stop, as if they were watching the most interesting scene ever.
Squall just looked at her. Who's this girl? Does he know her? "Hi," he finally replied. Humble by nature, Squall didn't know how popular he was, and that many girls had crushes on him. Even his relationship with Hillary, being honest, unlike the usual couple-to-show in Garden, had been kept a very low profile, was not known by others.
"Erm, this is for you," she shyly showed the pink letter to him. Looking at it, then back at Selphie, he slowly took the letter from her trembling hands. It smelled of perfume. Too much actually, it made him nauseous. As soon as he had taken the pink letter, the girl named Selphie quickly ran back to her friends. "So? How was it?" he could hear them whispering.
"Selphie," Squall thought to himself. "I've heard that name somewhere before..."
"What've you got there?" it was Hillary. Squall scanned her up and down. She was wearing a pretty blue blouse, and black shorts. "Here, take a look," he gave her the letter. Moans could be heard coming from Selphie's gang.
Hillary started to read it, and the edge of her lips kept curling up, as if it was something funny. "What?" Squall asked.
Hillary folded the letter back to its original state. "I think you better read it for yourself, lover boy." She gave the letter back with a mischievous smile.
Squall took the letter back and hastily read it.
"Dear Squall," it was written in a very neat handwriting, "We, the girls of class Gilroy year 6," Squall looked at the bunch of girls, seeing his response, they waved happily. Squall lazily waved back, and continued reading, "would like to confess that we all have a crush on you. All of the boys in our class are weaklings and immature idiots. Some one like you, calm by nature, humble, and mature to a level of year 8 students is really hard to come by. We'd really appreciate it if you'd join us for lunch today. We'll be waiting at the library. Your lunch box has already been prepared. So you don't have to worry. Bye, with kisses from all the girls of 6 Gilroy."
Squall, stoned, had some hard time inputting all the words. His personality wasn't meant to be put in such a scene like this.
"Go for it," Hillary urged.
"What?" Squall couldn't believe what he heard her say. His girlfriend, the person that was suppose to get jealous of everything that he did with other girls, not only gave him the green light, but she asked him to.
"You heard me, go." She repeated herself. Hillary was smiling. There weren't any motives or jealousy in her mind. Squall could see that. She just kept smiling.
"You sure?" he asked. If given a choice, he wouldn't want to. But since Hillary asked him to, why not? It would be worth the experience. "Okay then. But, you're not jealous?" Squall asked. It was clear she wasn't, but just to make sure.
"Nope."
"Fine then. I'll go." He smiled and nodded to the girls, causing them to scream in delight.
The training was hazardous. They were made to try and hit footballs charmed with the Aero spell. The ball, levitating at about the length of two cars nose to nose above the ground, was nearly impossible to hit. They were only thirteen years old, and hardly six feet tall.
The girls, being lighter, could reach higher, though not enough to actually touch them. Students kept falling down and scratching their knees, causing Instructor Java to wear out from bringing each of them to Dr. Kodawaki. Too tired, he made students who were injured wait until there was a group of 5 before sending them all at once to the doctor, thus saving energy and time. The small Selphie was at the best advantage. All she had to do was jump a little, and lash out her tong reaching weapon.
Squall had managed to slice the ball with the tip of his gunblade. The girls that had given him the letter had made him nervous, their eyes always fixed on him. If not, he would definitely have been able to concentrate. Though weaker, Hillary had no trouble at all reaching the football. "Thanks to my basketball practice." She said. "Basketball's very popular in Trabia. Even the Gardens there have a court, so I've heard."
After training, they felt like the living dead, their backs aching like mad, and legs exhausted till the bone. Worse yet, Squall had to sit with a bunch of girls at lunch time. The only girl he was comfortable with was Hillary, and no one else. But, dreading it as much as he wanted, he still had to go. He had made a promise.
After he had freshen up, Squall changed into something he was comfortable in, a singlet, a black jacket over it, and a pair of long pants with exactly the same tone of black. Some would call it a cry for attention. Squall found it cool. Before meeting Hillary, he wouldn't really bother about fashion. But now, his entire life brightened up, fashion was pretty important.
He headed for the library. Walking past Hillary's dorm on the way, he felt a little guilty. But what was there to be guilty about? SHE asked him to go. Sighing, he continued to walk to the library.
They were all waiting for him, hurdled around the biggest table. Squall tried to count how many there were, but gave up by the time he reached girl number 15.
"It's Squall!" they shrieked excitedly.
"Err, hi."
Squall was eating out of the lunchbox they had prepared for him. No one spoke at all. As he ate, they all just circled around him, and watched. No matter how delicious the food, you really can't enjoy it if there were more then 15 people staring at you, their eager faces less than a foot away.
"I'm done." Squall placed the empty lunchbox on the table.
"Did you like it?" one of them asked. They quickly cleared the table and sat down beside him.
"Yeah, it was delicious," Squall commented.
Selphie smiled, "Thanks, I made them."
A taller girl went closer to Squall. "So, tell us about yourself?"
"Me?" Squall pointed to himself. He didn't feel comfortable with all the attention.
The next few moments were about nothing but him. From his birthday, his past experiences, and even fighting styles.
"Wow...I can't believe we've got a Gunblade user on our form. It's a great honor," one of them praised. She held out her hand in a shake, hoping to get a chance to touch his hand.
"Thanks," he shook her hand.
"Oh my gosh! I'm never washing this hand again!"
A prettier looking girl came in front. "Then what about your style with clothes? You know, that gigolo look. A pair of black pants, white t shirt, covered by a black jacket. How'd you think that combination up?"
Squall wanted to answer. He wanted the girls to know. He wanted to tell them,
"My girlfriend thought it up for me."
But he kept quiet. His relationship with Hillary shall be kept a secret. If the school authorities found out, they'd take serious action. Coupling was only allowed to year 7 students. He just had to wait a little longer, and they won't have to be secretive about it anymore.
"I just did," he lied. It really hurt. Hillary had chosen hat color, that combination, just for him. She said it reflected his personality, calm and simple. Whether it was a critic or a comment, he loved it.
A tapping of hard leather boots could be heard.
Tap tap tap
The girls took their attention away from Squall and looked behind. It was Seifer.
"Good morning girls." he said vivaciously. "Found a new toy, I see?"
"Who're you calling a toy!?" the girls protested.
"Him." Seifer pointed at Squall, sitting at the table, faced down.
Squall looked up. "Hello, Seifer."
"Tch, stiff as usual." Seifer sneered. He recalled the first time they met.
It was raining heavily. Seifer looked out from the window of his dorm. How long was that bum gonna take? He's been waiting for more then an hour already!
"Seifer?" a scrawny boy stepped into his room. He was holding the hand of a younger girl, around 11 years old. "I've got her."
Seifer took a good look at his captive. "Nicely done." She had blonde hair, her eyes were as brilliant as jewels, and her face sweet. She was sobbing a little, obviously afraid. Seifer touched her chin, and raised her head, forcing her to stare at him.
"Tell me," he started to caress her cheeks with his thumb, "What's your name?"
"Hillary," she said in between little sobs.
Seifer waved a hand at the scrawny boy, asking him to leave them alone.
"Right, I'll come back later Seifer."
"Fine, fine, just leave the door shut on your way out."
"Right, I'll just –umph!"
Seifer looked at his door. Lying on the floor knocked out was his friend. Standing above him, panting and furious, was a boy. He looked the same age as Hillary. Standing there, looming, dressed in white and black, his eyes were bloodshot with anger. He looked like the angel of death.
"Who the !#%@! hell Are you!?" Seifer asked.
"Squall!" his captive shouted. She ran towards him, and jumped into his arms. Squall comforted her, telling her not to cry and that everything would be alright. But as he spoke gently, his eyes glared at Seifer menacingly. Hillary's tears were flowing down his black jacket.
"Wait outside," he said confidently.
"What?"
"Just go." He kissed her forehead, "I'll be fine."
She ran out of the room. Seifer and Squall were alone.
"So you're Squall huh?" Seifer got up. "I heard you're pretty good."
"Shut up and fight."
Yup, that's the way things went. Simple and clean. A bloody fight, settling to see which male was stronger. That bitch had reported to the headmaster, and all three of them received punishment, a whole month of detention. But it was worth it. He had the fight of his life. Never had he met a 'victim' put up a fight as hard as Squall did. Even the students older then him didn't have that much juice in them. Besides, Squall almost won. That makes this little boy a worthy rival.
All eyes were on him. The entire group of girls just ignored Seifer, but Squall gave him the same menacing stare.
"Where's that bitch? Still your whore?" he asked. Seifer grinned in amusement. He loved to see his rival turn red with anger.
Squall stood up. In his anger, the chair he was sitting on fell backwards. "Don't-push-it, Seifer."
The older boy hissed. It was clear he couldn't pick a fight today. Squall was calm enough. Perhaps he'd try his luck later, without the ladies around. But how fun it would be to beat the crap out of this punk in front of everyone. Fighting the temptation to throw a punch, Seifer walked away.
"Ignore him," the girls told Squall, "He's like that."
"I know," Squall replied. He remembered. How Seifer had token Hillary away from him. How he had made her cry. He was fighting it out, bruises and all. Seifer, being slightly bigger, had the advantage. But in his rage, the smaller Squall was more aggressive. While they were fighting, the Headmaster had came in, unformed by Hillary about their fight. Seifer took a cheap shot while Squall was shocked by the headmaster's arrival, he issued a blow at Squall's face, and the younger boy blacked out.
He pulled the chair back, and sat down.
"By the way, you didn't tell us something important," said one of the girls, trying to ease out the tension.
"Where did you come from? You know, before Garden."
Her words hit him harder then a falling hammer. Where did he come from? He tried recalling, but couldn't. The oldest memory he had, was of Hilary. The day which in which both them met, Hillary crying, and Squall trying to comfort her. It was the oldest memory he had, and the fondest. But he couldn't answer such a simple question. Where did he come from?
"Where did I come from?" Squall repeated her question.
"Yeah," the girls nodded their head. They anxiously awaited his reply.
"I'm sorry, but I have to go," Squall quickly got up and left the library. Leaving the girls a little stunned and fazed by his sudden behavior. Outside, his head felt giddy. The students walking, the flowing of the water, everything seemed to be in slow motion. What's going on?
Where did I come from?
WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER!!??
No. He had to talk to somebody. Hillary. She'd be there for him. Running faintly, he headed for the dorms.
(okay. Basically the trauma's start now. The first two episode's all about happy thoughts, but now the real life troubles start to happen. I'm hoping this fic might cover a few loop holes in the game about Squall's life before being a seed. Keep in mind this story is all about memories. R&R please And why doesn't Squall and Seifer know each other at first? Find out in my continuation!
By the way, if my writing wasn't that good, please tell me. I need to know if im faultering.)