Prologue

The Red

"Young man, Do you know who the hell I am?" repeated the young man to Squall. He was wearing a red loosely-cut gi and a khaki hakama. "I don't know why you are there. State your business," commanded Squall. He quickly grabbed his gunsword. Yet it was lighter than usual. His eyes glance down to his weapon. A katana? The other man continued to laugh. A grin appeared on his surface. "The name is ," before the young man finished he charged toward Squall.

Sweat dripped from the orphan boy's brow. He stood up in his bed. "The red," he whispered to himself. Squall glanced around the room. There was no noise around. His roommate must have left already to class. Feet gripped onto the carpet. "This is truth," he thought again. He grabbed his white undershirt and wiped his face upon it. The sun hasn't peeked through with all it's might for a normal morning. It has only been a few weeks since he became a SeeD soldier. No new assignments had been handed to him. He took his new SeeD uniform and put on that navy blue and gray. His eyes glanced to the mirror. Turning to the door he silently walked out.

The corridor was scarce. Not many in sight then again it was only 5am in the morning. Most classes don't start until 7:45a.m. It wasn't long before the morning rush for breakfast in the mess hall will heard soon. He continued walking past the medical ward onto the library. The transfer student from Galbadia Garden was there. Squall's left eyebrow raised a bit. He sneaked out before she could see her. Selphie wasn't the type a person who want to meet unless you have the energy to match with. She seemed to always find those huge bags of sugar before anyone else of the kitchen can get to it. "Squall! Are you going to join my committee?" Selphie screamed out loud. Squall felled to the floor, "Dang it! She noticed." He glanced at her with the I don't care look. Her hands continued to clutch on his uniform. "PLEASE!" she pleaded again. Squall frantically searched in his pockets. A soft blue packet came out of his chest pocket. "Look Selphie! SUGAR!" He threw the packet across the library. The girl ran after it. He rapidly dashed out of the library. "HEY THIS IS EQUAL!" She yelled back. He couldn't help to resist but he had to smile. This was so far a good morning.

"Come on guys. Are you going to help me find the Sunflower samurai?" insisted a young 15-year-old girl to young men. Both men didn't seemed fond of her or each other. "Yeah, We'll help you if you help us find the Cherry Blossom Girl," said the young man in red. The girl nodded, "Let's go then." The continued to walk across the blue fields searching for anything that they can recognize. "It isn't like our home Japan. However . . . how did we get here," said the young Samurai in Blue. His glasses seemed to shimmer from the ocean's reflection of the sun. The girl raised her hand, " I think I do! However, I don't know how to explain it. Anyway let's go ahead." The two young men fell to the floor. "Fuu . . .do you have any money? I'm starving!" complained the young man in red. Fuu, the young lass , sighed and pointed Balamb Garden. "Maybe there will be food there!"

"Midday. This sucks," thought Squall. He didn't feel like doing anything for awhile. Well make that for a long while. He just didn't care. His roommate just left him. Zell Dinch was his new roommate. "WHOA! YOU HAVE THE COOLEST NECKLACE EVER!" screamed Zell. He rummaged through Squall's room. Being fascinated with a gunsword fighter's room was always been a hobby of Zell. "This guy is a pain ! Why can't he just leave me alone," thought Squall. He sighed and tried to go back to his nap.

"So you come back to see me?" said the young man in red. Squall stared at his opponent. His hair was messing enough to be called an Afro and his garments seemed to be altered from the traditional samurai clothes. "Ready," inquired Squall as he pulled his sword. The young man pulled out a hot dog and took a huge bite from it. "Nope. Let me finish this though. You continue dreaming. I'm going to go back to the wake realm. I want to finish this tasty hot dog they sell here."

"HOTDOGS!" cried Squall in his sleep. Zell glanced to Squall. "Hotdogs! OH NO! THE HOTDOGS!" He ran off leaving Squall's room open.