J u l i a
Chapter Four
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He was lost. Forever walking on and on with no path to follow and no clue as to where to go. Every muscle in his body seemed to burn with exhaustion and his limbs ached dully with every step he took. The gray sky around him made his eyes cross tiredly from staring into it for too long. It seemed to shift gleefully for fulfilling its purpose, making him become even more entangled within this time warp of complete solitude.
Where am I? He thought wearily. He winced after when he found that even his own thoughts seem to ricochet off the walls of his mind, creating an echo that rang loudly within his ears.
You promised that we would meet there . . . .
Where am I supposed to go? He looked around and around, but all he saw was the same stretch of rocky desert in each and every direction he turned. He knew he had to be somewhere, but just couldn't place where he was supposed to be and which direction he was to go.
Under the stars with the moon shining down on us. Remember?
What am I looking for . . . ? He stopped for a few moments to contemplate this before continuing on. Several times he caught himself stumbling idly back and forth and heard his boots ridgedly scraping the ground. For a brief moment, he thought he saw the outline of a face, but the big blury blob that swirled before it got in the way of him seeing who it could possibly be. His eyes narrowed into slits as he tried to dwell more deeply into the thought. Who . . . ?
Yes . . . . You promised me. Remember the field of flowers and petals dancing around us?
He stopped suddenly, his eyes wandering wearily before him with a very confused expression. Wasn't he just walking on an endless plain of desert?
He stared hard into the swirling vortex before him curiously. Less than two inches from where he now stood was a sharp edge that could quite easily be passed off as a cliff. If he took a step futher, he'd go falling into an endless abyss of nothingness. He sighed at his misfortune and turned around. Looks like he'd have to find a new path to follow.
Not that there was one to begin with.
He stopped himself abruptly in midstep, almost stumbling off the cliff and to his demise as he did. Well, it wasn't exactly a cliff anymore. The gray warping mist around him now boxed him in, leaving only a small portion of rocky land to stand on. He took a few steps forward then backed away from the wall of mist. This time he did stumble down. But at this point, he really didn't give a damn at whether or not he did fall to his death.
He'd most likely die from starvation anyway.
He was lucky though. Instead of falling indefinitely into the gray warphole around him, his rump came in contact with the rocky ground sharply. He hissed at the pain that shot from his tailbone, leaving an uncomfortable tingling sensation after it had passed.
He tried several times to stand, only to fall back on his hide and curse. Finally realizing his efforts were in vain, he gave up. Locks of silky, brown hair came forth from behind his ears and brushed against his cheeks as he bowed his head, appearing to have fallen asleep. The only thing that could be heard was the soft in and outtake of air as he breathe quietly.
High above, the mist parted briefly to let a single, white feather pass through their walls gently before closing back up again. The boy's eyes opened slightly and he looked around. He felt a sudden change in atmosphere, though slight it was. Then as if the feather was calling to him in a silent hymn, he slowly looked up and regarded it with tired gray eyes. It seemed to have come with a purpose as he watched it softly waltz its way to him. His arm screamed in protest when he lifted it up suddenly and stretched it out above him. He ignored the numb, prickly feeling in his fingers as his blood rushed down his arm from the movement. As soon as it came within reach, his long, gloved fingers closed around its softness.
. . . remember . . . .Various forms of images flashed before his eyes, all greatly distorted and moving by him too fast for his tired eyes to keep up with. Then everything stopped.
His breath caught in his throat when he realized that he was no longer sitting helplessly on the ground, but instead stood upright between two dark-haired women. He knew them both, but could not place their names nor where they came from. Then both began to speak to him at the same time--telling him different things. One said something about a promise and the other told him to come back home. They told him many other things. Things that he couldn't take in all at once. But something that one of them said, for sure, penetrated his mind and that was . . . .
He lied still on the unforgiving plains of the desert. Whether or not it was in death or sleep, something became vaguely apparent. Down and over the curve of his left cheek bone did a lonely tear fall, leaving a long, silvery trail in its wake.
Squall cocked his head slightly at the sound of the soft voice before turning his body completely around in acknowledgement. He gave a half-smile when he came face to face with his big Sis Ellone.
"You're right. Though, there really isn't much else to do when you're practically kept under lock and key," he stated somewhat bitterly.
As the doctor of Balamb Garden suggested a couple days ago, Laguna and Ellone brought Squall to Esthar City to receive special treatment to help regain his lost memories. As soon as they were able, they (along with Zell and Rinoa) packed and left Balamb while Squall still slept. Everyone was a bit wary of him when he first awoke and realized he was no longer in Garden, but in a cozy fourpost bed in Esthar's Presidential Palace. To say that he was upset, was a serious understatement. The brunet was furious, though the next couple days gave his temper time to cool to a bittersweet resentment.
Ellone stood before him calmly, her gaze unwavering. "I know you're still a bit angry at me and Uncle Laguna," she started, taking a step toward him, "but please know that we did this because we care about you and that we want to help you. I'm happy that you're slowly regaining your memories on your own, but we just wanted to make sure that you will be all right." She brought a hand up and cupped his face gently with one hand. "When Uncle Laguna and I went to see you in Balamb, you were passed out cold in the infirmary. And when you woke up, you didn't recognize either one of us and that scared me."
Squall touched the hand on his face and then looked into Ellone's shining, almond-shaped eyes.
"I'm sorry, Sis," he whispered. "But there really is nothing that you need to be worrying yourself about." He turned away from her, walking over to sit on the edge of his bed. He propped his elbows on his knees and brought his hands up to the nape of his neck, locking his fingers together tightly. He felt the bed move down a bit, signifying that his sister was now sitting next to him.
She nudged his side lightly with her elbow. "Hey, do you remember that time when we were up in space?" She asked gently. A small smile appearing on her lips as she glanced at him from her corner of her eye. She knew what she was doing. Since he first woke up, she would say little parts of his memories to him offhandly, so that he wouldn't really catch on to what she was doing. But her small efforts were well paid off as he began to remember more and more as time goes by.
Squall was silent for a long moment before he answered. "It's indistinguishable, but the memories are there," he replied, his voice a bit muffled as he didn't look up or lift his head.
Ellone grinned happily, satisfied at his given answer. She patted his back soothingly before standing up and straightening out her skirt.
"Don't think too much about it, Squall," she said, tossing a smile over her shoulder as she made her way to the room's double doors. "No, it's better if you don't think about them at all. You have all the time in the world to remember, so don't you go and kill yourself over it."
Squall looked up and regarded his adopted sister with a strange look before looking down at his feet. "Whatever."
Ellone laughed melodically as she made her exit. She nearly collided into the young, dark-haired adolescent that was Rinoa.
"Oh! Excuse me, Miss Heartilly. I didn't see you coming," Ellone apologized.
Rinoa smiled up at the woman. "S'okay. I'm afraid I didn't see you either," she said, then brought her hand up to reveal a couple of neatly folded parchments. "Letters from Selphie and Quistis back at Balamb," she answered hurriedly at Ellone's askant look.
Ellone's eyes seemed to have lit up with a new light at the mention of the two names. "Quisty and Sefie? Sending letters so soon already?" She asked. Then politely, "How are they doing?"
Rinoa gently pulled the taller woman to a nearby bench in the large hallway. When both were seated and comfortable, she answered, telling all of what her two good friend wrote her. When she came back to Selphie's letter, Rinoa frowned. Taking note of this Ellone asked what was wrong. Rinoa stared and re-read a passage in the letter, making sure she was reading it correctly before answering.
"I'm not quite sure . . . ," she replied. She shook her head. "I mean, nothing. Nothing's wrong. It's just . . . I read what Selphie wrote and I can't believe it."
Ellone looked at the girl expectantly, waiting for her to go on and fill her in, but when she didn't, she asked, "What is it?"
Rinoa slowly looked from the letter in her hands to Ellone's chocolate brown eyes.
"Seifer . . . . He's back," she said softly, an almost blank expression on her face.
Ellone's eyes widened at the name.
Seifer . . . ? Little Seifer?
All Ellone could picture in her mind's eye was a little, blond, green-eyed boy she knew back in her days at the orphanage. That image, however, was quickly replaced by a cold and ruthless young man that once held her captive just the year before. But wasn't he . . . ?
Ellone faced Rinoa and put her hands on the girl's shoulders. "But, Rinoa, wasn't he possessed by Ultimecia? He was brainwashed, right?"
Before Rinoa could open her mouth and answer, the door to Squall's room opened with a swoosh, silencely whatever she was about to say.
Squall stood in the doorway with a placid expression. Ellone stood up and took a step toward him.
"He was brainwashed," he said.
Rinoa stood up, her eyes blazing slightly. "But he tried to kill me, Squall! You were there when it happened! Not only that, but before he forced me to merge with Sorceress Adel, he knew what I was to him. He knew, Squall!" She covered her eyes with the back of her hand and let a choked sob pass through her parted lips.
Squall looked at Ellone, who was a bit shocked at the emotion that was just displayed before her. She looked back at him with sorrowful eyes.
Rinoa hastily wiped the tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry," she muttered before running off.
As soon as the girl was out of ear shot, Ellone plopped back down on the bench, a hand held to her forehead. "What just happened?" She asked, though she really wasn't expecting an answer.
"I can understand a little of what she's feeling right now," Squall said before sitting himself down beside her.
"How? Why did she get so emotional just now?" She asked gently, leaning back against the wall behind her.
Squall ran a hand through his short hair. He frowned.
Strange . . . , he mused, I feel as if something's missing.
He brought his hands before his face and began to idly flex his fingers.
"Seifer . . . was Rinoa's boyfriend . . . before I was," he stated, eyes far off and distant. "She told me--a while after Ultimecia's defeat--of how scared she felt when Seifer handed her over to Adel." He sighed. "I think she still had feelings for him when that happened. Even if it was just a little of what she felt for him back when they were together. When he did that, I think it broke her heart."
Ellone stared wide-eyed at him. Does he even realize what he's saying? She bit the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. He's remembering . . . .
"She loved him, I think." He leaned forward. Dark locks of hair fell forward, shrouding his eyes from view. The corner of his lips quirked up into a tiny smirk. "It's all kind of funny, somehow."
Ellone tilted her head to the side. "What is?" She asked.
A chuckle passed through his lips. "This. All of this."
A slim brow rose in response.
He lifted his dark head up and looked her straight in the eyes.
"I remember . . . . Everything."
Down at the beach back at Balamb, a boy and girl walked beside each other. Together they laughed as they strolled along, the cold water of the ocean gently lapping at their bare feet. The two appeared to be in no hurry as the sun slowly sank behind the wide stretch of ocean. Though they may have appeared to be lovers at first glance, they were really siblings. Fraternal twins at that.
The girl broke away from her brother's side. She ran up a ways, then stopped, facing the ocean. Her blue eyes narrowed, staring straight into the setting sun. A large smile formed on her face and motioned her brother to her, beaming.
"Oy Lane! Isn't the sunset beautiful?" She asked, sighing contently.
Her brother--Lane--calmly walked up beside her and wrapped an arm loosely about his twins narrow shoulders. He watched the subtle highlights the sun reflected in her multicolored hair before transitting his gaze over the ocean.
"Yeah. It is," he replied softly. His short ebony locks swayed and brushed against his forehead as a warm breeze blew by. "It feels good to be back on land again."
His sister nodded in agreement. She tucked a stray violet and red streaked lock behind her pierced ear, the colors blending nicely with the ebony of her hair.
The two are students at Balamb Garden, both enrolled at the age of nine. Though they were trained, schooled, and stayed within the dormitory, they were born in the town not far from where they were currently. In fact, you could see the small town just along the coastline, a couple miles in the distance. The two had just came from there, having gone to visit an old relative, and were on their way back to Garden. Obviously, the two were sidetracked, as the girl, whose name is Taeon, wanted to fight a couple monsters and have a little fun on the beach. They seemed to have been there for hours, as it had been a little past noon when they left Balamb Town.
Like them, everyone back at Balamb Garden were extremely happy to be back on solid ground again. Many had become a bit sick for their home island and even put in Request Forms to return back home in to the Lieutenant Commander Xu Lei, who served as a sort of secretary when not on battlefield duty and sometimes student counsel. Though it really wasn't the request by the students and SeeDs that won out, but instead the unexpected arrival of the President of Esthar Laguna Loire. In the end, it really didn't matter why they had returned, but that they did and that made everyone happy.
Having the privilege to do so, most SeeD's (that have families off the island) take a leave of two weeks vacation, though they have to put in a notice and get approved beforehand by the two heads of the ship: Commander and Lieutenant Commander. But since the Commander of the ship "mysteriously" disappeared, none were able to take advantage of that privilege.
Most of the students and SeeDs originated from Balamb Town and since it was real close to Garden, they didn't have to put in a notice. Though it was made clear by the Headmaster and Garden Staff that the students be back and in their dorm rooms before curfew. The SeeDs could stay as long as they want until duty called them back to Garden or until Garden became mobile once again.
With the latter in mind, Lane took his twin by the arm and gently pulled her toward their discarded shoes. She was relunctant at first, but resigned with a sigh, pouting only slightly as she tugged her shoes on. Having seen this, Lane patted her knee before standing up.
"We'll come back tomorrow, Tae," he said, a kind smile forming on his lips.
Taeon muttered under her breath while standing up, dusting off sand from her backside.
"You know, sometimes I wonder if maybe you should have been born first. Hyne knows you're the ever responsible one!"
Lane scratched the nape of his neck as he laughed lightly, a faint blush spreading across his nose and cheeks.
It was true. Out of the two, Lane was the more reserved, quiet type, while his older twin (by seven minutes) sister was more outgoing and energetic.
Instead of retorting and saving face, he kept quiet. He really wasn't the type to argue or fight with a woman, even if it was his own sister. It just wasn't in him. As a small child, he was often picked on or beat up by fellow students for being too kind and quiet. Taeon would often seek out his harrassers and punish them with her hard narrow fist. She always did get in trouble, but she didn't care. She loved her brother too much and would not let any harm come to him. Now that they are older and have gained martial arts skills that could even put the famous Zell Dincht to shame, nobody dare mess with them.
Lane looked to sky, which was now blanketed by stars, and sighed. A sadness shown in his eyes for a moment as he gazed into the dark void.
Nearby, Taeon watched him. She knew what he was thinking about, or rather who, and it tore at her heart to see him like this. She looked away for a moment, trying to think quickly for some kind of distraction.
Too lost in her little brainstorm, she didn't see the small flash of light in the sky nor the widening of her brother's eyes as he watched the light stream from the sky and crash into the ocean with a small splash. It wasn't long after that she realized that she was all alone in the darkness with her brother to be found nowhere in sight.
"What in Ifrit's Hell . . . ? Lane! Where'd you go!?" She called out, her voice echoing into the darkness. A long while passed and she slowly became slightly panicky when she didn't get a response. She shook her head, taking off in a mad sprint.
Damn you, Lane! She thought, turning back toward the ocean and running along the coastline.
Completely unaware of his sister's frantic searching and calling of his name, Lane was swimming far out into the ocean. He stopped a little more than one-forth of a mile from the shoreline and dove deep beneath the dark surface of the ocean.
It was here. I know it was! He thought as he felt around the depths with the tips of his fingers. It looked almost human! But that can't be possible . . . . An angel maybe? If he weren't holding his breath under water, he would have laughed at the thought. Heh, yeah right!
His arm brushed against something soft, making him release a stream of air bubbles out of his mouth in shock. It was too dark to see anything in the waters, but trusting his instincts, he reached out blindly until his hands came into contact with something soft and slightly warm. He grabbed onto it and kicked his legs almost desperately, making his way toward the surface. In Balamb, Lane is well known to be the best swimmer as well as deep sea diver. He won many medals and was even offered the job to teach the junior classmen how to swim once he graduated. Never in all in his life has he ever done anything full hardy such as having the sudden urge to dive after an unknown object. He left that catagory to his sister.
Lane gasped for air when he finally broke the surface, almost completely drained from the lack of air and swim. It took a little more out of him when he pulled his find up to the surface with him. His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when he realized it was human.
"What the . . . ."
"LANE MIGUEL MICHAELS!! WHERE ARE YOOOOOOOUUU!?"
He blanched slightly at the sound of his sisters yell. Hyne, she can be extremely loud sometimes.
Lane hefted the person in his arms as best he could and began to deftly kick his legs. As he made his way back to shore and his sister, he began to realize that he seemed to be getting futher and futher away from his destination than closer.
"Damn currents!" He cursed silently. His arms felt about ready to fall off from the amount of effort he was putting into moving them. It was a good thing he remember to take off his shirt and shoes before he jumped into the ocean. He would have been even more weighed down than he was already.
Wouldn't it be nice to just give up now and drift away . . . .
He shook his head.
Idiot! He mentally kicked himself. What are you thinking? Giving up so easily? Not a chance in Hell!
He stopped mentally accosting himself when he realized yet another thing. A small smile crept across his paling lips.
Taeon was about ready to give up and go find help when she saw a bright blue light swirling above the ocean's surface in the distance.
Her eyes widened in surprise and she jumped up and down, clapping her hands joyously. She stopped abruptly when she found how childish she was acting.
"That light!" She exclaimed softly, blue eyes completely tranfixed on the blue light ahead. "But why is he all the way out there!?" A scowl formed on her face and she growled. "I am so going to kick his ass once he gets back!"
She stopped ranting and watched in awe as the light pulsed with life and grew brighter with every second. Within its center, something long and almost metallic looking began to form in the light. When it took shape, the metallic surface began to crack. Brilliant beams of light momentarily lit up the surface of the ocean.
From where she was standing, Taeon had to shield her eyes from being blinded by the flash. When the light faded away, there large, scaly, blue dragon left in its wake. Its long body shimmering with an odd glow as it slowly settled itself into the water.
"Leviathan . . . ," she whispered, completely entrance by the sight.
Sure, she seen the Guardian Force many times before, but it still had that beauty to it each time it was summoned. And she'll never get tired of seeing it.
She watched it dip its head into the ocean then come back up with someone riding on top. Slowly, it made its way calming to the shore. As it got closer, she found Lane sprawled out on top of the dragon's head, his arms wrapped firmly around something.
"Lane!"
Taeon ran up to the Gaurdian Force, patting its snout lightly as it bent its head, resting it on the white sand of the beach. It seemed to almost purr at her touch and screeched softly in its throat.
"You're doing well, Levi," Taeon said softly with a smile. A deep throated groan turned her attention to the top of the GF's head. Upon doing so, her smile turned into a frown.
"What in Hyne's name were you doing out in the middle of the damned ocean, Lane!?" She snapped.
Leviathan screeched loudly, becoming slightly uneasy at her tone of voice. The girl absently rubbed her hand down its snout in apology.
Lane sat up wearily and flinched inwardily when he met the blazing eyes of his twin. He didn't feel up to answering a million questions at the moment, so he looked down, studying the person lying beside him.
With the warm glow coming from Levithan, he could finally get a good look of who he rescued.
It was woman, though she was fairly young and appeared to be around his age. Her ebony locks of wet hair was plastered to the side of her soft round cheekbones; it was short and chin length. She looked pretty small and skinny, but had a lean build and the soft curves of a woman. He reached forward and gently brushed her hair away from her face. He stilled when her lips parted at his touch and she sighed softly.
She's beautiful, he thought.
"Hellooo! Oy!"
Lane pulled his hand back quickly and turned to look down at his twin. She had her hand on her narrow hips and was tapping her foot with impatience.
"Aren't you going to come down now?" She asked, her cheeks puffed slightly. She was a bit annoyed when he didn't answer her and infuriated that he had her running around the beach like a headless chocobo this whole time.
A light flush appeared across his nose and cheekbones, he nodded hastily. After several attempts of trying to will his now sore limbs to move, he gave up and looked down at his sister.
Taeon rolled her eyes skyward. "Yeah, yeah. I'm coming."
She apologized to Leviathan once again when she hoisted herself up and stood on the narrow bridge of its pointy nose. With her eyes only on her brother, she didn't see the girl lying prone next to him. She knelt beside her brother and told him to wrap his arm around her shoulder. He refused to do so with a swift shake of his head.
"Hey, you're the one that wanted me to help you!" She snapped, though her voice had a soft undertone to it this time.
"I do want your help, but we need to get her down first," he said. Lane motioned to his side. He grimaced at the small gesture and quickly brought his arm down.
Taeon did a double take when her eyes landed on the girl lying next to him.
"What the . . . !? Where the hell did she come from!?" She exclaimed loudly, nearly falling off Leviathan's head in surprise.
Lane sighed loudly, making it a point that he wanted to get down, but only if she helped the girl first.
"OK, OK! Sheesh . . . ," Taeon planeted her feet firmly on the GF's head and grunted deep in her throat when she lifted the girl in her arms. It didn't help much that the girl was nearly as big as she was and was currently dead to the world. Having gained enough footing and balance, Taeon jumped as lightly as she could with her burden off Leviathan's head, nearly dropping the unconcious girl in the process. Lane scowled at his sister's clumsiness.
Taeon eased her burden onto the ground then stood up and arched her back. She cringed at the sound of a few loud pops and cracks that came after.
"Hyne, she was heavy!" She craned her neck up to her brother and nearly laughed at the helplessness he displayed atop the GF's head. He looked like a wounded bird, who took a fell out of its nest and into the ocean on its first flight.
He glared down at her. "What are you smirking about?"
Taeon shook her multicolored hair, muffling a small chuckle with the back of her hand.
She coughed and cleared her throat, "Nothing . . . ?"
"Yeah right," he mumbled. Then, "Nevermind, I'll get down myself."
She watched her brother slowly make his way down Leviathan's nose, stopping now and then to clutch at his aching arm. She heard him groan when he looked down. He needed to jump down in order to get off. In doing so would jar his whole body.
The aftereffect wouldn't be nice. Not at all.
Seeing that he would indeed need help, Taeon moved forward and told him to use her as support. He thanked her and sat on the tip of the GF's nose. Firmly gripping her shoulders, he lowered himself as gently as possible.
When he was safely on the ground, Taeon's eyes widened. "Oh yeah! I almost forgot! Here!" Taeon placed her brother's hands on Leviathan. "Hold on. I'll be right back!"
Lane looked at Leviathan with questioning eyes. He only got a low coo in response. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders, running his hand up and down the Guardian Force's nose.
Taeon returned just a few seconds later, holding a light green vial in her hands. She opened it and handed it to him.
"Drink it. It might help a little with the pain," she said. Then muttered, "Knew I should've stocked more Cure spells."
Lane didn't question her, tipping the small vial to his lips and emptying its contents. He closed his eyes, nearly enjoying the warm tingling feeling it brought after it had settled.
A Potion? He thought.
He handed the vial back to his twin. "Thanks, Tae."
"Your welcome!" She smiled, happy to have done a good deed. "So, ya feel any better?"
Lane did a once over of flexing his once sore muscles and stretching them out a bit. He turned to his sister with a small smile and lightly patted her head.
"Much," he said.
Taeon swatted his hand away. "What am I? Some kind of pet?"
She playfully punched him in the gut, making him grunt in turn.
Lane absently rubbed his abused abdomen, muttering, "Sometimes I think she forgets that she uses her fists for weapons . . . ."
He abandoned his sister's side and walked with heavy feet over to the unconcious girl lying on the beach. Before he knelt down, he turned back to Leviathan and his sister.
"Thank you, Levi," he said, bringing a hand to his forehead. He closed his eyes and concentrated on bringing the large God-like beast back into the farthest reaches of his mind where it resided until called upon again.
"See you again soon, Levi!" Taeon called out as the scaly beasts' form slowly disappeared. As soon as it was gone, the two--or three--were left in almost complete darkness.
Taeon shivered in the dark, rubbing her bare arms. Once her eyes adjusted to the dark, she slowly made her way over to the shadowy form crouching low on the ground. Every step she took toward her brother, her anger at him from before slowly began to resurface.
Whatever she was about to say to him upon approach, however, was cut off by her twins' voice.
"She needs help, Tae. We have to get her back to Garden quickly and into the firmary. Kadowaki will know what to do for her."
Unlike his sister, Lane had no qualms about lifting the girl and even took off in a sprint toward Garden once he had her securely in his arms.
Taeon was left behind, gaping dumbfounded at her retreating brothers back.
"B-but . . . ." She stood there a second longer then growled. She ran after him.
"Fine! But I'm still going to kick your ass later!"
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Hey there! Sorry for the long wait. Instead of making the chapter longer than intended, I've decided to write up two chapters! Though you'll have to wait a couple more days to read the second. Sorry! dodges flying projectiles Well, anyway, please review. Thanks!
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Julia the piano score NOT the story, Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy characters, settings and anything/everything, EXCEPT FOR the plot and storyline of THIS PARTICULAR STORY/FANFICTION TITLED 'JULIA', is and copyrighted to their respectful owners of Squaresoft, Square-Enix, Nobou Uematsu, Disney and any other who have any rightful claim. Original characters, that may come into play, settings, plot, storyline and this story/fanfiction is copyright and claimed by J.Watson aka Natsu/Natsumi.
