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Several weeks passed

"Commander," a young female voice chirped through the intercom, "Mr. Loire is here to see you," her enthusiasm was obvious even through the intercom. He could just picture her big silly grin right now.

Squall sighed, squeezing the bridge of his nose as he shut his eyes; he had a horrible headache and the air in the office was stifling him, now his Dad was here. Great, just perfect.

"Commander?" the secretary interrupted his thoughts, he realized if it wasn't for people constantly interrupting his thoughts he'd probably be lost in them for hours, maybe he would actually get to a conclusion if wouldn't constantly harass him for attention.

"Mr. Loire is waiting, "she was annoyed at him for keeping Laguna waiting.

Squall could have sworn he heard his dad say its okay in the background. He frowned, the fine lines around his eyes deepening. "Let him in," he said flatly into the intercom.

Sighing and interlocking his fingers as he rested his elbows on the desk, which was neatly organized, but piled never the less with work. His face was completely blank and bored when Laguna came in, the secretary held the door open for him to which Laguna smiled polity and shyly at the love struck girl, "Uh, thanks a lot." Squall rolled his eyes, he made a mental note to replace her, he had only given her the job because she had been a friend of Rinoa's and at Rinoa's request.

"Hey so-, I mean Squall," Laguna caught himself before he made his son even more annoyed than he was already. Squall gave him a blank look as it to say, "yes?"

"Uh, heh," Laguna looked around uncertainly, and sat down in the chair Squall indicated with his hand. "So, how is everything?" Laguna smiled innocently.

Squall leaned back in the cushy black chair, almost blending into it, wearing his black jacket and plain white shirt. Squall looked tired, faint lines under his striking storm eyes. Resting his head back, he gave a small shrug, "as expected."

"That's good," Laguna shifted nervously, which Squall took notice of and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He wished Laguna would just get to the point.

"Well, I can see you're as busy as always, so I wont keep you," his expression became serious, an unusual thing for Laguna, "Rinoa called me, she said you aren't happy at all being commander. I thought it'd be better if I could offer you a position more," choosing his words, "more suitable for you."

"You discuss me?" Squall's eyes were slits, he hated when spoke of him to his face, and much less so behind his back. He stood up, his back to Laguna as he folded his arms, closing his eyes in annoyance.

That was what this was about? Hyne, he can fucking take care of himself, and if he wanted to leave his position he could, he didn't need his father's handouts, especially since he was the President. Laguna really didn't have any tact sometimes; at least he should have disguised it. Hyne, how'd he become president? They must have been desperate.

Squall sighed, his slender shoulders moving with it, he was trying to be nicer to his Dad, but the way Laguna acted made it difficult. "I'm fine. You didn't need to come here to tell me that," Squall half turned as he spoke, catching Laguna's eyes out of the corner of his eye.

Laguna looked down, a sad smile on his face, he knew Squall was too proud to ever ask for help, so he thought maybe if he offered, but he wasn't surprised by the response. "Alright Squall, but I hope you remember the offer stands still," he stood, now seemingly defeated. "I could always use a good successor," he said, only half joking with a nervous laugh.

Squall turned to eye him quietly for a few moments, it startled him sometimes to see the resemblance between them, though it was faint, it was still a strong force of realization that this was his father; sometimes he forgot that.

Squall half smiled, "thanks, but you don't need to worry about me," that seemed to mean a lot to Laguna; he seemed touched. With a nod he left the office quietly.

Squall now felt the full force of his own anger and annoyance. After enough time to ensue Laguna had left, Squall stormed out of his office, grabbing his gunblade and his gloves. Slipping them on with his mouth over the pale hands, so stark against his black jacket and pants.

He couldn't stand it when he was fussed over, and a T-rex was going to feel the full force of that.


"Have you seen Squall?" Rinoa asked her friend Jennifer, who also happened to be Squall's secretary. She was supposed to meet with him and the group for lunch and he never showed; it wasn't like him.

"He stormed off a couple of hours ago," Jennifer shrugged, clueless, "haven't seen him since."

"Didn't you ask where he was going?" Rinoa had to admit that though she cared about the girl, she was completely idiotic. She felt guilt at asking Squall to hire her.

Jenny just shrugged again, "I was afraid to honestly, he looked pissed." Rinoa frowned; this was going nowhere. She turned to leave when Jennifer piped up, "Oh! He also took his gunblade with him."

Rinoa whirled around in anger, "why didn't you say that from the start?"

Jennifer blinked at her in surprise. "Ugh, never mind." Rinoa left before the other said anything, heading for the training facility. Squall must have gotten pretty upset about something, he usually only storms off to train when it gets a certain point. She began to sprint now, concerned.

It took her a good half an hour to find Squall. He was sitting on the ground against a tree, while staring at a corpse of a t-rex that looked to have been there for a while; the creature's blood on Squall's face had dried already, a deep frown on his face.
"Squally?" she asked delicately as she approached, feeling as if she was treading towards a sleeping lion, "are you alright honey?"

She sank to her knees next to him, without looking at her or even flinching, he coldly responded, "Why the hell did you call Laguna?"

He turned his icy gaze on her, chilling her at the spot. She would have preferred it if he had continued staring at the dead T-rex, "you think I need people fucking helping me?" His jaw tight as he spoke, trying to control his voice.

Those same usually loving grey-blue eyes now held nothing but anger and hatred, to the point she felt tears forming in her eyes, whether at guilt she felt for having done that or because she couldn't stand to see him so hurt and angry with her. She knew whatever she said wouldn't make a difference.

"Squall, I just," her voice breaking as her tears starting spilling down her cheeks. She covered her face with her hands, "I'm sorry," she sobbed, she had honestly only meant to help him. Squall sneered with disgust, he knew she was playing the victim role, and it wasn't fazing him.

"You out of all people should fucking know me best," his voice strained as he spit out the words between clenched teeth, his pretty feminine features not matching his icy coldness.

Normally, seeing her like this he would have stopped, but he just didn't care at this point, he knew she used that against him anyhow. He was slow to anger when it came to her, but when it happened he couldn't control it.

"You've just been so stressed and unhappy, I thought," She said pitifully, "why are you so angry that I told Laguna? We both just care about you."

The tears had stopped spilling down her cheeks now, but at the word care, she froze. Squall's eyes widened dangerously, and she saw the absolute fury he was feeling, the blue coming alive so intensely that it was difficult to look into them and not be overwhelmed.

"Care?" He whispered with a biting tone, the word foreign to him, "the only reason you even fucking care," emphasizing the last word, as he got to his feet, his body almost shaking now as his volume rose so that other students could now hear him, "is because I've stopped fucking you!"

"What!" she yelled in surprised, and hurt.

"You know that's not true! How can you," she couldn't even finish as he cut her off, now quieter but with more venom, "you just want me to be the good obedient loving boyfriend who'll do whatever you say. You don't fucking care about how I feel, so stop with the bullshit Rinoa," he picked up his bloody gunblade as Rinoa stared in surprise, not having moved from the ground.

"What's come over you?" she whispered, she was completely confused.

She knew he had been distant lately but why was he so angry with her? She hadn't done anything deserving this much anger.

He shot a final look before leaving. Thinking she couldn't be more surprised and bewildered at his reaction, he again showed her he could.

His eyes had been completely detached, as if staring right through her, all anger gone, like the storm he was. She managed to see the loneliness there, betrayal and disappointment shot through straight to her heart. The worst part was, she felt guilty, like she had known she was using him, betraying his love and trust.

"Squall, wait!" She finally jumped to her feet and ran after him, but was too late; he had taken his car, she had known he would. She could see the taillights swerve dangerously in the distance.