Update: I know, its been a while, I've been really busy. My life was screwed up. Too much emotional stress, physical stress, and social stress. Too much stress. And so I suspended all non-essential activities. But it is mostly over now, and I will be addressing some of my past life's issues in future chapters of this story. Some directly in the story while others discussed on the side. Comments please?
It's strange. I wanted to start this out as a Seifer x Squall fan fic, but I realized that it is not what I really wanted. I'll change it so, it's a surprise, but you'll probably figure it out soon.
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Sometimes, you're like the sun. Sometimes you're there and sometimes you're not.
Squall had seen that quote engraved on a lonely monument, no doubt celebrating some past great historical figure or lore. Although the person for whom the monument was dedicated to is lost forever to the ignorant present and same future, the quote still holds true for many things.
Maybe, all Squall really wanted was to be loved. For some warmth in his life, like the rising sun. The sun is the only reoccurring sign of warmth and love in Squall's life; it is cherished. But, like the sun, sometimes its there and sometimes its not. Sometimes the sun is shawdowed by the clouds that hang low below. But then, how do we know the sun is still there, if it is there at all? If we cannot see it, it does not exist, right?
Wrong.
The sun is still there, at the same time, the same place no matter what we see. No matter how many clouds cover it so, the sun still stands tall, still shines clear. How do we know the sun is still there? We don't need to, that is the point. It is always there. And so we should not be dictated by the presence or the absence of the sun and its appearance. Its all in one's mind, not in reality. Don't assume that if you cannot see something, it doesn't exist.
Squall looked thoughtfully out the window. Why was he thinking about this? Is this someone analyzing him? Or is it him analyzing himself? Extremely weird.
"Squall, please report to Conference Room 2-B4" a female voice crackled over the announcement system.
It looks that today, Squall will not have a chance to peacefully watch his friend come out and play upon the horizon. Squall stood up, glared at Seifer. Somehow, this is all your fault, bastard.
The once empty corridors were slowly being populated by the citizens of the school. And suddenly out of nowhere, a girl runs and bumps into Squall which sends her books flying all about the corridor.
"Sorry, sir. I am in a rush." She hastily mumbles.
"But, it is so early in the morning."
"Have you not heard, sir?" She sounded surprised.
"No…"
"I am sure, you will be briefed soon. I have to go. Can I ask a favor?"
"Sure."
"Are you happy?" the girl said. This question really hit home to Squall. Instantly, Squall's eyes turned and looked deep into the girl. What possessed her to ask such a general question? Was it my being, my aura that prompted that question?
"What do you mean, miss?"
"Mean what, sir? I was just asking for your leave." And with that, she disappeared off into the distance.
Perplexed and in thought, Squall stumbled into the conference room populated with Zell and Quistis. They were going over a map of an uncharted piece of land, an island it seems. With red pins pinned here and there indicating some major (or minor) event at that point. It seemed that Quistis was the one doing the math while Zell was the one helping out with the pins and data. But why for?
"You called?" Squall needed to make his presence known. He is, of course, the director, the head cheese.
"Oh Squall. Good of you to show you, finally. We just found a new island!" Quistis practically screamed with excitement.
"Oh…tell me, why is this of importance? There are many small islands everywhere." Squall was getting impatient and angry, an interruption for this.
"But Squall, we're getting strange readings from the island. We suspect that this island is in someway special." Zell said, although his eyes did not meet Squall's. Oh, shit. Not this again.
A history lesson, perhaps? Squall's flight with Riona did not end so well. It never started well either.
Squall left Riona sometime after the defeat of Ultimecia. The relationship just could not work out, no matter the energy put forth onto the project. And so, Squall suffered a serious depression, a sadness that would not go away. He withdrew himself from all of his projects. It is not known who broke up with whom, or which side was the victim and which was the criminal. But none of that matters now, right?
Quistis and Zell were especially worried about Squall. Selphie had Irvine, no worries there. Although Selphie did make the sun room for Squall and Irvine did help make Squall a better gunblade (which is rarely used). Quistis was not much help, but Zell was the piece that helped Squall out of his sadness. And while through this help, Squall could not help but look at Zell in a different light. A strange hue that could not be adjusted, no matter what.
And this put Squall in a deeper hole, an abyss of sadness. Squall turned okay on the outside, but on the inside, the fire had died and all there is in there is an emptiness and dry kindle. Squall had stopped speaking to Zell, so that the feelings would die also and all would be well. Apparently, Zell was not so approving of this excommunication on Squall's part and so, the friendship died. No doubt, the silence was the biggest mistake that Squall had ever made to keep a friendship.
To keep something dear is to give it up. Only then, I cannot be blamed when it dies.
And this concludes the end of the history lesson.
Squall looked at Zell from across the conference room. His eyes grew watery. Come back.
And thus, the silence is continued. And sustained.
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Lemme analyze Squall. Is he a:
a. anti-social little kid who is always moody and sad
b. A hero with a hidden motive
c. Secretive
d. Trusting, honest, ideal
e. A combination of everything
Of course, Squall is a combination of everything. He is a real human being, or else I cannot write about him, right? There is no point in placing Squall into one category. Squall is not a category, a general census. He has interests, lacks, flaws, hubris almost. Remember this.