Pairing: Seifer x Squall

Rating: PG-13 for now

Summary: Before dying, Ultimecia gives Squall one last present…

Warnings: one possessive little seven-year-old Seifer

Disclaimer: These characters all belong to the wonderful Squaresoft

Notes: Heh… first yaoi fic! Finally found the nerve to post one!

Chapter One

Squall grunted and lunged into Lionheart, slashing and tearing down Ultimecia with each thrust. He landed back between Irvine and Selphie and fell to his knees. He saw Selphie preparing a cure and signaled 'no' to her. His limit break was easier when he was exhausted. Selphie hesitated and nodded in understanding. She kept a life spell on hand just in case. Squall watched Irvine fire demolition ammo into the ultimate form of Ultimecia.

She was talking. Saying something about time and destiny. Squall frowned. As if any of them were going to listen while in the throes of battle, he knew he sure wasn't listening. He stood up stiffly as Irvine finished and lunged a final time at the Sorceress.

It was the finishing blow, Selphie 'woohoo'-ed in joy but it was smothered out by the screams of the Sorceress as she was torn from her ultimate state. And then suddenly the three we plunged into darkness. Squall lost sight of his two friends and a feeling of cold dread started to well up inside him. Was she dead? Were they dead? Did Rinoa seriously bring that dog into the future?

He began to run in the darkness, his wounds throbbing and screaming at him, but he had to find the others. He wasn't alone. Right? "Rinoa?" He called softly. The silence was so thick it was suffocating him. "Selphie? Irvine?" He was fighting beside them a few moments ago… where were they? "Quistis? Zell?" He knew the two had fallen to Griever, but surely they couldn't be dead? He was getting desperate by now. "ANYONE?" He finally yelled. "Seifer?" He wanted to know what happened to the blonde man, Seifer was being controlled by the sorceress… was he pulled into the time compression?

Laguna's words filtered through his head… and his promise to Rinoa. The Orphanage. As he thought of the orphanage, his feeling of dread grew worse. Something was wrong at the orphanage. He could feel it. He concentrated all of his thoughts of the building he spent his younger years in.

The darkness slowly fell away and he was standing outside the house that he grew up in. But something was wrong. He was standing outside the house he grew up in. Squall furrowed his brows in confusion as a little boy with shaggy brown hair ran by him, completely ignoring the heavily injured and bloody Squall, shouting something about his finding his 'sis.

Dear Hyne! Squall watched in horror as his past self ran into the field and call out for 'sis'. "SQUALL!" Squall turned to see a young Matron running out of the house. She stopped and sighed once she reached his side, suddenly noticing him. She looked confused at him. Squall smirked.

"He won't go far." Squall said, inferring to his past self.

Matron's eyes widened in recognition after he spoke. "I know… but-"

She was interrupted by pink smoke fizzling and cracking at the edge of the field. Squall's frowned as he recognized the tattered form of Ultimecia. "I thought I killed her." He muttered.

Ultimecia turned to him and grinned evilly. Squall's whole being chilled with fear as she started to drag herself forward, not to him but the little Squall that stood wide-eyed with fright and looking at the Sorceress.

"No!" Edea sobbed and started to run forward.

Squall couldn't move. The fear and dread and cold were so strong that he couldn't breathe. He knew what she was doing. "Run!" He cried out to his younger self but it was too late.

Ultimecia drew all her strength and threw her powers at the young boy. Little Squall screamed and passed out in the field. Edea cried and fell to her knees. Ultimecia let out one triumphant laugh before disappearing.

Edea turned at the sound of the man behind her screaming. She watched in horror as future Squall was ripped from time.

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Seifer stacked one Lego on top of the other, completing his castle of Hyperion, where he was the brave and valiant white knight, and Squall was his princess. He smirked as he stuck a little Lego man with brown hair on top of the tower.

"Seify, you so dumb! Squall can't be your princess! He's a BOY!" Selphie told him.

Seifer grunted at her. "Well a knight HAS to got a princess!"

"What about me? Or Quistis?" She asked hopefully.

"No. I want Squall. Only Squall!" He cried defiantly.

Irvine galloped around the room. "Can I be the cowboy?" He asked.

"There aren't no cowboys in castles!" Seifer yelled.

Irvine's face fell. "I'll be your cowgirl Irvy!" Selphie grinned. Irvine immediately perked up and grinned, quite lecherously for a six year old.

"Why do you want Squall? He hasn't been playing with any of us." Quistis asked.

"Squall is my best friend." Seifer stated.

"But he hasn't talked to you either." Quistis reminded.

"So?" Seifer asked angrily. "Squall is mine!"

"Squall ain't so great." Zell commented from the couch where he was playing with his stuffed chocobo.

"Wha'ja say Crybaby?" Seifer asked vehemently.

"Don' call me a crybaby!" Zell wailed and promptly burst into tears.

Quistis sighed and shook her head. "You're always so mean to him. He's only six." She reprimanded Seifer.

"I don' care. He made fun of my Squall." Seifer sulked.

The five children heard the door open and close with a slam, and Matron screaming for Cid as she ran up the stairs with Squall in her arms.

All the children looked confused.

"Think he got hurt?" Selphie whispered.

"Probably. He's always running off." Quistis said.

Seifer stood up and ran out of the room to follow Matron. Cid stopped him at the top of the stairs. "Seifer, go back down stairs and play." He ordered sternly.

"But I want to see Squall." Seifer stated.

"Seifer, go. Now."

"No! I wanna see Squall!" Seifer yelled.

Cid kneeled in front of him and placed a hand of the seven-year-old's shoulder. "Seifer… Squall… is going to be fine. Matron will let you know when you can see him."

"But—"

"Seifer." Cid warned.

Seifer sighed and turned around to head back down the stairs. He watched Cid hurry back into his and Matron's room. Seifer sighed and sat on the top stair, determined to stay there until he could see Squall.

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Squall whimpered as he started to wake up. He felt all tingly and like his insides had been switched around. A cool cloth was pressed to his forehead and he cracked open an eye. He was greeted his matron's face covered in tears and smeared mascara. He frowned. "Matron? What's wrong? I feel funny." He complained.

Edea burst into another round of tears while saying it was all her fault. Squall watched 'Uncle' Cid wrap an arm around her and whisper comforting words. Squall frowned harder, quite a task for a six year old. "Matron? Unca Cid? What's wrong?" He asked, fear grew inside, mixing with the weird feelings.

"Squall… Things are going to be different from now…" Cid began.

"Squall." Matron took a deep breath. "I'm afraid that… Squall, you are… you are now different."

"What'cha mean?" Squall asked confused.

"What Matron is trying to say is… you are now special."

This didn't clear up anything and Squall was now eyeing the two oddly. What was wrong with him? "Am I sick?" He asked.

"With an illness that can never be cured." Matron wistfully sighed.

"Huh?" Squall was now starting to develop a headache.

"Squall…" She moaned again before bursting into another round of tears.

Squall sighed. This was getting ridiculous. He was sick? That would explain the weird feeling in his head, but he had been sick before. So had the others. Why was she crying? And who was that scary lady?

"Who was that scary lady?" Squall asked.

Both of them froze. "She… was a sorceress." Cid answered.

"Did she make me sick?"

Matron's eyes were watering again. "Yes. Squall!" She hugged the small boy to her chest and sobbed again.

Squall was getting impatient. So he was sick. So? He had several colds before. "Matron! Stop crying!" He ordered.

She looked at him sadly and shook her head. "So young." She whispered.

Squall was angry. "Stop crying!" He yelled. But something else happened. At his anger razor sharp ice crystals formed around him and shot out in every direction. Edea screamed as Cid pulled her to the floor to avoid them.

The shards imbedded into the walls around him. He looked confused, surprised, and scared. "What was that?" He cried.

Seifer, while still sitting on the step outside, heard the scream and burst through the door. He saw Matron crying on the floor with Cid and Squall sitting scared and trembling in the bed. "Squall!" He cried and leapt on to the bed to hold his Squall.

As soon as he held him he felt cold all around him, like the time he didn't wear his snow pants out into the snow that was waist deep. "Squall?" He asked and examined his pale friend.

"Seifer… you should leave." Matron ordered sadly.

"No!" Seifer pulled the shaking boy closer to him.

"Seifer." Matron sighed.

"What's wrong with Squall?" He demanded.

Cid sighed. "Squall is a sorcerer."

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The next day, Squall still hadn't left Matron and Cid's room, and Seifer hadn't left him. Currently, the two were cuddled in a soft blanket. Squall still didn't understand what was wrong with him, except that he could make ice appear and he couldn't control it. He had heard about Sorceresses before, and none of them were good. Squall now was scared of himself and what Matron had said.

"Who's you knight gonna be? If it's Zell or Irvine I'll punch their face in." Seifer broke the silence.

"What?" Squall asked softly.

"Well… all sorceresses has got knights… so wouldn't a sorcerer?" Seifer asked.

"I dunno."

"Then I'll be your knight." Seifer stated proudly.

Squall looked confused. "Whatta mean?"

"I'm you knight." Seifer repeated.

To Be Contiuned...

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