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Chapter Six

Rinoa could see Amall out of the corner of her eye as she sat down at the small little table in the center of the restaurant. The sun was bathing all inside, save for the people who hid next to the back wall. Amall seemed really quiet all of the sudden, especially for the little energetic pistol she was. Concern washed over the twenty-five year-old mother.

"Amall, what is the matter, darling?" She asked putting a gentle hand onto the shoulder of the younger version of her. The girl kept quiet for a moment longer, just staring at the wall away from her mother. Rinoa sighed and just continued to look at the back of the head of the raven angel.

"I was talking to Saza on the phone yesterday, and she asked who my daddy was and why he wasn't living with us. I have just been wondering who and where he is." Amall said with sadness, an emotion that she only showed when she hurt her finger or she had missed her mother. Rinoa's breath caught in her throat. She knew that she would one day be asked this, but the reality was worse than she thought.

"Amall...well...um..." Rinoa stuttered. Her heart was racing as her mind took her to that one night. Every second was even worse than the last, and before she could gain control over herself, she started crying silent tears. She looked away from Amall, towards the door and gasped. Squall walked through the clear door with anger in his features. The same anger that Rinoa was once able to tame.

Amall's eyes shifted to what she was looking at and squinted her eyes with confusion. Why is mommy staring at him, he is not that pretty. And he has really mean eyes. (AN: Most young girls talk about guys like that, so do not think that is how I really talk, and I got the line, 'he has mean eyes from a movie called Yours, Mine, and Ours.). Sure he was nice looking, and it did seem like he did have a lot of intelligence, but his face could tell you that he was not a very happy man. Still, Amall looked between her mother and the man that had now sat down at a table that was hidden in the shadows.

Rinoa could not breathe at all. Her daughter had asked her one of the most painful questions, and Squall was sitting at a table that was only a few feet away. She had to get out of the restaurant. She had to get out of Timber. She had to get out of this world.

"I'll be back in just a minute." Rinoa whispered to Amall before getting up from the table and quickly walked to the restrooms.

Squall ordered himself a cup of coffee and stared at the wall before him as the memories of the night before flooded through his mind once again. Everything happened so quickly; one minute he was downing vodka, and beer, the next he was face first on the floor. Then she was there, her features more mature, yet they seemed injured for someone still such a young age.

Squall silently sighed, taking his eyes from the wall only to have them land on a small girl about the age of seven, whom looked just like the little girl in the picture of Rinoa and Laguna. Why was she here, and why did she look so much like his angel? What confused Squall even more was that she was alone in this restaurant.

For a long time Squall just stared at her, never taking his eyes from her other than to take his coffee from the waitress. There was just something about her, some kind of familiar aura surrounding her every move. Even when she kicked her feet back and forth underneath the wooden table, there was still the aura. Who was she? The question repeated over and over in the twenty-five year-old's mind.

Time past before a waitress came up to the young child and asked her a question, one that would haunt Squall's mind for a long time. "You are Rinoa Heartilly's daughter, right?" Her perky voice was really annoying, especially with the chomping of gum between every few words. But the reality of her question struck Squall across the face like a hand.

The little girl's face brightened proudly before answering the blond waitress. "Yes, she is. Have you seen her anywhere, she walked into the potty, but that was forever ago." Squall's breath caught in his throat as each word seemed to pour out in slow motion over and over in his mind. That was when he heard the doors next to him fly open and there she was, his lost angel...

AN: Sorry it took so long to update, but I have been in bed, throwing up every few minutes, so, really incapable of reaching the computer without nearly dying.

Thank you everyone for all of the reviews, and I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter. The next one will explain more about the secret that Rinoa is trying to hide from the world. And something tragic will happen to a certain character. grins evilly

Until next time,

Jo Tookey Tee-Hee!