Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VIII. There will be names that are not in the game that I just made up will appear from here on. The names that match whoever's out there is completely coincidental.

Thanks to all those who reviewed. Special thanks to the people who gave me pointers(you know who you are). Love you guys for taking time to help me out.

Chapter two: Frustration

"My name? My name is… My name is… ARRRGHHH!!!"

The old lady rushed to the young man's side who was holding his head as if it was going to split in two if he didn't hold it together.

"Calm down dear." The old lady said in a soft and gentle voice.

"Unf… Why? Why can't I remember? Who… who am I? Why can't I remember!?" The young man yelled in a desperate and angry voice.

The old woman went near him and locked him in a tight embrace.

"Shhh… shh… there now." The old lady said as she stroked his hair.

"Why can't I remember? Who am I?" The young man repeated again and again.

"Come dearie. I know someone who can help you. But you need to promise me that you won't yell anymore and that you will be calm okay?"

The young man obediently nodded. The old lady stood up and took a pair of sneakers inside a closet.

"Here, put these on." The old lady smiled as she handed the pair of sneakers to him.

The young man tried the sneakers on and it fitted him exactly. But when he tried to tie the laces he couldn't. He tried again and again but he failed. His faced was turning red in anger because he couldn't tie simple shoelaces. The old lady noticed his frustration and approached him.

"Let me do it for you dear."

"This is so annoying! I can't tie simple shoelaces?!" The young man threw his arms up in frustration and defeat. The old lady pitied him and tied his shoelaces.

"You said you know someone who can help me right?"

"Yes, she is a good friend of mine. I assure you, she can be trusted."

After tying his shoelaces, the old lady led the young man outside the house. She walked in the quiet streets in silence throughout the trip. Finally, they reached their destination. It was the house beside the pub. The old lady gently knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" a soft feminine voice called out behind the door.

"It's me, Mrs.Furnival. I need your help."

 The door immediately opened after Mrs. Furnival's response. A young lady with tan skin, bright lavender eyes and shoulder length, jet-black hair and has Eurasian (Cross breed between a European and Asian) features stood at the door.

"Mrs. Furnival! This is a surprise! Come in." The young lady opened the door and motioned them to enter.

"Thank you Angeline." Mrs. Furnival said as she entered.

The young man just stood at the doorway.

"C'mon in. The sky is getting dark. It might rain." Angeline reasoned trying to make the young man enter.

The young man just stared at her for a moment and then he entered. Angeline led the man to her living room where Mrs. Furnival was waiting.

"Do you want some tea?" Angeline offered.

"None for me dear." Mrs. Furnival said as she signaled Angeline to talk to her in private in the kitchen.

"Oh, okay. How about you sir?"

"…………No thank you." The young man plainly replied as he sat down on the couch.

"Ummm… make yourself at home. I'll be back." Angeline said as she entered the kitchen.

The young man just sat there in silence as he began to try and recall anything in his memory.

Alrighty! Chapter two is done! Ugly? Good? Or Bad? Please review. -