Disclaimer- I don't own anything! Got that! Nothing at all!
Author's notes- I know its been just short of forever since I've updated butI just couldn't make this story flow right. Hope you guys like it.
Crescent Pearl- Cliffhangers are great. I like Blade too. :)
KimBob- Hiya. Originally Seifer was going to be paired with Fujin but one night while brainstorming for Darkened Ice the thought crossed my mind of Seifer being shunned by the rest of the world and needing somewhere safe to go to (ellone). I obviously didn't go with that storyline, but the pairing stuck cause they seem so opposite. The bad guy is after Zell for two reasons that I can't tell you yet. But know that the main reason rests within the outcome of Unveiled Consternation. This is just a hint, but the bad guy in this story is the Boss in Unvelied. (wink wink)
Ameli-rotflmao Turning in the grave! Yes! You taught me well! That ending was written with you in mind. lol And btw, the "juss" grammatical error is a spelling error dear. But it was intentional. Nice try. lol And when it comes to kids....you know me....
Aratcorien- Best chapter ever! (smiles) That's just so sweet! Yeah, Seifer's awesome!
Element6- (grins) katan...that's good. I can't use it for this story...well maybe I can. I hope you don't mind if I use it. Do you?
Timid Initiations
She watched as his chest rose and fell slowly. Each breath, so faint and quiet; one of the few clues that hinted that he was still even alive. Taking his pale hand in hers, she compared their fingers absently. 'Squall has to have his mother's fingers,' She mused as she carefully placed his hand back on comforter draped across his unmoving form. Sensing eyes on her she looked up at the figure across the room. He smiled sweetly at her as he gently held her son in his massive arms. A slow smile crept onto her lips at the sight. It still surprised her at how gentle the giant before her was and furthermore, why he'd never married or had any children. He'd have been perfect for the role. 'Because of you,' She thought silently as she glanced back down at Laguna's still form. She paused as a vaguely familiar sensation came over her.
Giving a quick glance to Ward, she leaned over the bed. Brushing her hair behind her ear with one hand and holding her shirt to her chest as to not reveal anything to the man across the room she leaned yet closer to the president laying stoicly below her. She'd felt something. The night in the hospital when she'd managed to pull Laguna from the brink of death her now attuned powers had picked up on a vague spark of life. That had been what had told her that she'd saved him. What she had just felt was something very similar. Almost like a shift in consciousness. Still unsure as to what she was really feeling she shrugged to Ward and then walked over to his side amd sat down.
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Leaning on his forehead against the wall he took a deep ragged breath. He had to compose himself. "Why!" He shouted as he hit the wall just above his head. A nurse down the hall stopped dead in her tracks and stared at him.
"Mr. Almasy," She spoke carefully. "I know this isn't easy for you but perhaps it would do you some good to go see the infant."
"Weren't you tending to Ellone?" He asked without looking up from the floor.
"Yes Sir."
"Then maybe you should get back to her. She's the one who needs your attention right now if I'm not mistaken," He snapped.
"I'm sorry Sir," She said as she turned and started for Ellone's room. He looked up after she'd shut the door behind her and then let his hand slide down the wall. Taking a deep breath he pushed the door next to him open and stepped uncomfortably inside.
In the waiting room, Kiros and Squall had heard most of what was said in the hallway and waited silently. When Seifer stepped slowly into view they both stood and approached him. When he looked up at them they stopped dead in their tracks. Seifer had changed since they last seen him pass through those doors. His face held years that hadn't been there before and his eyes held a mixture of grief and fear. Looking at them, he said nothing but resolved to just stand there. It was apparent he wanted to speak, to tell something, anything, but couldn't. Squall stared in disbelief as the red faced man before him allowed Kiros to get so close as to hug him.
Kiros looked at Squall uncomfortably over Seifer's shoulder. Squall slowly sat down as the blood drained from his face at the reality of what his former adversary had to be implying.
"Besides his low birth weight, the uh, first baby seems to be healthy. The Doc says that he's why Elle went into labor so early. He was ready," Seifer's words were muffled by Kiros' chest but audible nonetheless. "I don't know. For some reason he developed faster and now..." Seifer's words caught in his throat. Behind Kiros, Squall stood back up and walked slowly over.
"What about the second baby?" Squall asked.
Seifer took a deep breath as he leaned against the older man that was still holding him up. "He's stable, he wasn't breathing. I've never felt so scared about anything in my life." Squall listened intently to every word he said and was speechless when he saw Seifer pull away from Kiros wiping at his face. Seifer was crying. "Elle wants to see you guys." Kiros smiled but all Squall was able to manage was a weak nod as he stared at the gloss that seemed to radiate from Seifer's cheeks.
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Tiny fingers wrapped themselves into a tight little fist beneath the blue of a hospital blanket. His mother smiled down at him as she gently pulled him closer to her chest. The door across the room opened as Kiros and Squall entered. She motioned for them with her free hand and then returned her attention back to her baby.
"Guess its time to see if this kid's going to be a heart breaker like his mother or an abnormality like his father," Kiros said as he leaned down and looked at the infant. In the doorway Seifer rolled his eyes at the coment but had to smile nonetheless.
"You, old timer, are just upset that you will never have my dashing good looks," Seifer replied as he came slowly over. Kiros grinned but said no more.
"His name's Blade," Ellone said as she looked from Kiros, on one side of her bed, to Squall on the other side.
"I wonder who picked that name out," Squall stated as he looked at Seifer.
"Hey you got a problem with my choice of name?" Seifer asked as he pushed his way past Squall and leaned on the bed next to Ellone.
"Only that I didn't think of it first," Squall admitted. Seifer grinned as he took the statement as a compliment.
"I'll be back in a little while. Will you be okay here?" Seifer asked as he leaned his head on her shoulder and stared at Blade.
"I'll be fine," She answered as she lightly stroked the light whispy hair on Blade's head. "Tell him hi for me."
"I will," He said as he kissed her quickly and then left the room.
Kiros and Squall watched as he left. "You can hold him if you want," She said. Squall looked down at her. "Come on, you know you want to." Squall grinned in defeat as he sat down beside her bed and carefully took Blade from her arms. Kiros watched with a faint smile before he silently slipped out the door and into the hallway.
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He watched as the child before him leaned on one elbow and gazed down into an infant's crib. Perhaps he wasn't technically a child anymore at the age of twenty one but he still seemed so helpless. From the first time Ward carried his limp form into the Presidential Palace he'd had his reservations about him. He'd been unruly, unpredictable, argumentive, and at times so obnoxious that they'd gotten into shouting matches. He had been trouble from the start; tainting everything he touched and pushing everyone to their breaking points. With all that obvious to anyone who so much as sat foot in the palace it amazed him at how his other two companions and Ellone took so fondly to the vagabond.
But the two of them, they'd had a private war, a power struggle, raging for well over two years. Sometimes it felt as if they were constantly testing each other; trying to see how much the other would give. It felt similar to a child testing a baby sitter to see what he could get away with. There were times that he didn't mind the arguments and sarcasm because once it started, it became more like a competition of words and wits. Something he enjoyed very much. Other times, however, the arguments were very real and over very serious issues. He took pride in being the head of security. He saw to it Laguna was protected. It was his honor to do that favor for one of his dearest friends. But safety was something the boy obviously didn't value nor seek. It was in arguments over those kinds of matters that made for the heated fights that in turn made him feel lower than dirt. He'd say anything to the younger man, regardless of its cruelty, to put him in his place. More often than not the argument would end with one of them leaving and Ellone crying herself to sleep. To say things were tense between them was definitely and understatement. But in the waiting room things had changed. Kiros couldn't quite figure it out yet but something had happened there between them and it was something he was unaccustomed to.
"So are you going to come see him or just stand in the doorway like a petrified Blood Soul?" Seifer spoke quietly without looking over his shoulder at the elder man.
"I could take that two ways. You're either playfully calling me an insulting name or you're trying to insinuate something about my personality," Kiros responded with a grin.
"Hey I could of called you a Bite Bug. And let's face it, no one likes Bite Bugs," Seifer grinned as he turned around to face him. Kiros shook his head as he stepped nearer. Standing next to the crib he looked down at the smaller infant.
"Does he have a name yet?" Kiros asked.
"Blaine," Seifer answered as he very carefully adjusted the heated blanket over his smaller son. A grin crossed Kiros's face.
"Did you name him too?"
"No actually. I did influence it though."
"Of that I have no doubt," Kiros replied as he looked around at the equipment around the bed. "So what did they say was wrong with him?"
"He wasn't breathing. They want to keep him a few days longer for good measure. Something about a smaller lung capacity and making sure he can breath well enough on his own."
"When will Blade and Ellone get to come back?" Kiros asked.
"Tomorrow."
"Seriously? That early?"
"Yeah," Seifer replied as he placed his hand beside the body of his child and watched as tiny fingers gripped the end of his thumb.
Author's notes- I know its been just short of forever since I've updated butI just couldn't make this story flow right. Hope you guys like it.
Crescent Pearl- Cliffhangers are great. I like Blade too. :)
KimBob- Hiya. Originally Seifer was going to be paired with Fujin but one night while brainstorming for Darkened Ice the thought crossed my mind of Seifer being shunned by the rest of the world and needing somewhere safe to go to (ellone). I obviously didn't go with that storyline, but the pairing stuck cause they seem so opposite. The bad guy is after Zell for two reasons that I can't tell you yet. But know that the main reason rests within the outcome of Unveiled Consternation. This is just a hint, but the bad guy in this story is the Boss in Unvelied. (wink wink)
Ameli-rotflmao Turning in the grave! Yes! You taught me well! That ending was written with you in mind. lol And btw, the "juss" grammatical error is a spelling error dear. But it was intentional. Nice try. lol And when it comes to kids....you know me....
Aratcorien- Best chapter ever! (smiles) That's just so sweet! Yeah, Seifer's awesome!
Element6- (grins) katan...that's good. I can't use it for this story...well maybe I can. I hope you don't mind if I use it. Do you?
Timid Initiations
She watched as his chest rose and fell slowly. Each breath, so faint and quiet; one of the few clues that hinted that he was still even alive. Taking his pale hand in hers, she compared their fingers absently. 'Squall has to have his mother's fingers,' She mused as she carefully placed his hand back on comforter draped across his unmoving form. Sensing eyes on her she looked up at the figure across the room. He smiled sweetly at her as he gently held her son in his massive arms. A slow smile crept onto her lips at the sight. It still surprised her at how gentle the giant before her was and furthermore, why he'd never married or had any children. He'd have been perfect for the role. 'Because of you,' She thought silently as she glanced back down at Laguna's still form. She paused as a vaguely familiar sensation came over her.
Giving a quick glance to Ward, she leaned over the bed. Brushing her hair behind her ear with one hand and holding her shirt to her chest as to not reveal anything to the man across the room she leaned yet closer to the president laying stoicly below her. She'd felt something. The night in the hospital when she'd managed to pull Laguna from the brink of death her now attuned powers had picked up on a vague spark of life. That had been what had told her that she'd saved him. What she had just felt was something very similar. Almost like a shift in consciousness. Still unsure as to what she was really feeling she shrugged to Ward and then walked over to his side amd sat down.
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Leaning on his forehead against the wall he took a deep ragged breath. He had to compose himself. "Why!" He shouted as he hit the wall just above his head. A nurse down the hall stopped dead in her tracks and stared at him.
"Mr. Almasy," She spoke carefully. "I know this isn't easy for you but perhaps it would do you some good to go see the infant."
"Weren't you tending to Ellone?" He asked without looking up from the floor.
"Yes Sir."
"Then maybe you should get back to her. She's the one who needs your attention right now if I'm not mistaken," He snapped.
"I'm sorry Sir," She said as she turned and started for Ellone's room. He looked up after she'd shut the door behind her and then let his hand slide down the wall. Taking a deep breath he pushed the door next to him open and stepped uncomfortably inside.
In the waiting room, Kiros and Squall had heard most of what was said in the hallway and waited silently. When Seifer stepped slowly into view they both stood and approached him. When he looked up at them they stopped dead in their tracks. Seifer had changed since they last seen him pass through those doors. His face held years that hadn't been there before and his eyes held a mixture of grief and fear. Looking at them, he said nothing but resolved to just stand there. It was apparent he wanted to speak, to tell something, anything, but couldn't. Squall stared in disbelief as the red faced man before him allowed Kiros to get so close as to hug him.
Kiros looked at Squall uncomfortably over Seifer's shoulder. Squall slowly sat down as the blood drained from his face at the reality of what his former adversary had to be implying.
"Besides his low birth weight, the uh, first baby seems to be healthy. The Doc says that he's why Elle went into labor so early. He was ready," Seifer's words were muffled by Kiros' chest but audible nonetheless. "I don't know. For some reason he developed faster and now..." Seifer's words caught in his throat. Behind Kiros, Squall stood back up and walked slowly over.
"What about the second baby?" Squall asked.
Seifer took a deep breath as he leaned against the older man that was still holding him up. "He's stable, he wasn't breathing. I've never felt so scared about anything in my life." Squall listened intently to every word he said and was speechless when he saw Seifer pull away from Kiros wiping at his face. Seifer was crying. "Elle wants to see you guys." Kiros smiled but all Squall was able to manage was a weak nod as he stared at the gloss that seemed to radiate from Seifer's cheeks.
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Tiny fingers wrapped themselves into a tight little fist beneath the blue of a hospital blanket. His mother smiled down at him as she gently pulled him closer to her chest. The door across the room opened as Kiros and Squall entered. She motioned for them with her free hand and then returned her attention back to her baby.
"Guess its time to see if this kid's going to be a heart breaker like his mother or an abnormality like his father," Kiros said as he leaned down and looked at the infant. In the doorway Seifer rolled his eyes at the coment but had to smile nonetheless.
"You, old timer, are just upset that you will never have my dashing good looks," Seifer replied as he came slowly over. Kiros grinned but said no more.
"His name's Blade," Ellone said as she looked from Kiros, on one side of her bed, to Squall on the other side.
"I wonder who picked that name out," Squall stated as he looked at Seifer.
"Hey you got a problem with my choice of name?" Seifer asked as he pushed his way past Squall and leaned on the bed next to Ellone.
"Only that I didn't think of it first," Squall admitted. Seifer grinned as he took the statement as a compliment.
"I'll be back in a little while. Will you be okay here?" Seifer asked as he leaned his head on her shoulder and stared at Blade.
"I'll be fine," She answered as she lightly stroked the light whispy hair on Blade's head. "Tell him hi for me."
"I will," He said as he kissed her quickly and then left the room.
Kiros and Squall watched as he left. "You can hold him if you want," She said. Squall looked down at her. "Come on, you know you want to." Squall grinned in defeat as he sat down beside her bed and carefully took Blade from her arms. Kiros watched with a faint smile before he silently slipped out the door and into the hallway.
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He watched as the child before him leaned on one elbow and gazed down into an infant's crib. Perhaps he wasn't technically a child anymore at the age of twenty one but he still seemed so helpless. From the first time Ward carried his limp form into the Presidential Palace he'd had his reservations about him. He'd been unruly, unpredictable, argumentive, and at times so obnoxious that they'd gotten into shouting matches. He had been trouble from the start; tainting everything he touched and pushing everyone to their breaking points. With all that obvious to anyone who so much as sat foot in the palace it amazed him at how his other two companions and Ellone took so fondly to the vagabond.
But the two of them, they'd had a private war, a power struggle, raging for well over two years. Sometimes it felt as if they were constantly testing each other; trying to see how much the other would give. It felt similar to a child testing a baby sitter to see what he could get away with. There were times that he didn't mind the arguments and sarcasm because once it started, it became more like a competition of words and wits. Something he enjoyed very much. Other times, however, the arguments were very real and over very serious issues. He took pride in being the head of security. He saw to it Laguna was protected. It was his honor to do that favor for one of his dearest friends. But safety was something the boy obviously didn't value nor seek. It was in arguments over those kinds of matters that made for the heated fights that in turn made him feel lower than dirt. He'd say anything to the younger man, regardless of its cruelty, to put him in his place. More often than not the argument would end with one of them leaving and Ellone crying herself to sleep. To say things were tense between them was definitely and understatement. But in the waiting room things had changed. Kiros couldn't quite figure it out yet but something had happened there between them and it was something he was unaccustomed to.
"So are you going to come see him or just stand in the doorway like a petrified Blood Soul?" Seifer spoke quietly without looking over his shoulder at the elder man.
"I could take that two ways. You're either playfully calling me an insulting name or you're trying to insinuate something about my personality," Kiros responded with a grin.
"Hey I could of called you a Bite Bug. And let's face it, no one likes Bite Bugs," Seifer grinned as he turned around to face him. Kiros shook his head as he stepped nearer. Standing next to the crib he looked down at the smaller infant.
"Does he have a name yet?" Kiros asked.
"Blaine," Seifer answered as he very carefully adjusted the heated blanket over his smaller son. A grin crossed Kiros's face.
"Did you name him too?"
"No actually. I did influence it though."
"Of that I have no doubt," Kiros replied as he looked around at the equipment around the bed. "So what did they say was wrong with him?"
"He wasn't breathing. They want to keep him a few days longer for good measure. Something about a smaller lung capacity and making sure he can breath well enough on his own."
"When will Blade and Ellone get to come back?" Kiros asked.
"Tomorrow."
"Seriously? That early?"
"Yeah," Seifer replied as he placed his hand beside the body of his child and watched as tiny fingers gripped the end of his thumb.