Here I am again, still working on the sucky beginning. Oh, I can't wait for the later chapters! Sigh Anyway, I won't bore you all to death with my mindless rambling. THIS TIME! Here is goes…

Disclaimer: And still, I own nothing! Ain't it great!

When the pale moon hides and the wild wind wails,

And over the tree-tops the nighthawk sails,

The gray wolf sits on the world's far rim,

And howls: and it seems to comfort him.

Georgia Roberts Durston

Chapter Three

Squall landed the Ragnarok at the Esthar Airstation. He walked into the Presidential Palace.

"Commander Leonhart," The Presidential Aide came up to him. "The President is in his quarters. Go on, you have permission."

Squall walked down the corridor to his father's quarters. Despite that fact that he was told that Laguna Loire was his father, he would never openly admit that he was, in any way, related to that moron.

Squall knocked on the door.

"Come in!" That happy, idiotic voice called.

Squall opened the door and stepped inside. Laguna was busy packing a suitcase and making a mess of things. Kiros and Ward were no where to be found.

"Ah, Squall! How are you doing?" Laguna asked, turning around to meet him. "Ready to go?" Squall only shrugged and walked out the room. Laguna ran to keep up with him.

"Squall is something the matter? Cid told me you have barely spoken a word." Laguna was now concerned. He may have entered his son's life a little late, but he was here now. "You know, if something's bothering you, you can always come to me." Laguna paused, waiting for an answer, only to receive silence. "But if you don't want to, I still understand."

No, you don't. Squall thought to himself. Your love is dead. Mine is just…gone. Squall stopped and shut his eyes. The pain in his side was coming back. He could feel Laguna's strong grip on his shoulder.

Squall shook his head and started walking again.

Aboard the Ragnarok, Laguna was very worried about his son. "Squall, are you alright? What happened back there?" Squall nodded and fired up the Ragnarok.

"Squall will you say something, please!" Laguna knew he was headed for a dead end. Squall only shrugged. Giving up, Laguna sat in his seat and the journey to Winhill was a quiet one.

The people of Winhill resented Laguna's visits but welcomed Squall's. He looked just like his mother and the villagers who knew Raine, would point this out whenever their paths crossed. But Squall spoke to no one, and he was often referred to as the "Lonely Wolf."

But Laguna was determined to get his son back on track, even if it meant bringing up the subject Cid specifically told him to avoid. But he knew what was best. He was his father-right?

Laguna woke the next morning to find Squall already up and his bed made as if he never even slept in it. Worried, Laguna dressed quickly. He had to do something about that boy. Today.

Laguna found Squall sitting on the dock, watching the sea. It was almost as if he was waiting for something.

"Squall?" Laguna walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. Squall paid no attention to it. He was too wrapped up in his thoughts.

"Come one," Laguna said quietly. "I want to show you something."

Squall slowly got to his feet. He looks like he's in great pain. Physical and emotional. Laguna thought to himself. I know the feeling.

Laguna led Squall out of the village to a beautiful meadow and up a path. At the top of the hill, where the path led, was a grave. 'Here Lies Raine Loire' written upon its crumbling surface.

Squall looked at Laguna, puzzled. Why did he bring me here? Squall thought. Laguna knelt down and placed the white lily he had picked on the grave. Squall knelt down beside him.

"Your mother was a wonderful person," Laguna said, after some time. "She was a good person. She nursed me back to health and comforted me. I didn't want to leave her. I really didn't. But I had to save Elle. I didn't know it would take so long to find her." Laguna rose. Squall just stayed where he was, transfixed by Laguna's flower. "Squall, these people are very, very right. You look extraordinarily like your mother." With that, he turned and walked down the path back to the village.

Squall took a long walk and Laguna stayed I their room. He decided to take advantage of Squall's absence and call Balamb Garden.

"Cid, it's Laguna."

"What's the matter? Has something happened?" Cid asked, a little nervous.

"No, I just called to see if our plan is working out." Laguna replied, confused.

"Yes, quite fine. How's Squall?" Cid asked.

"Still quiet. I can't get anything more than a nod or a shrug out of him." Laguna answered, hoping that Rinoa might be listening. "He's miserable."

"Where is he now?" Cid was growing very concerned.

"Taking a very long walk. He's been gone for a couple of hours. I took him to Raine's grave today and that was the last I saw of him." Laguna cut himself off. He didn't want to say too much.

"Laguna, make sure you watch him closely. We don't want him to do anything rash, and call me if something comes up and before you leave." Cid hung up. Laguna put the phone down.

Watch him? He thought. He's nineteen! It's not like he's two.

"Oh, well." Laguna said aloud. He walked down to the pub. Squall wasn't there, and it was getting dark.

"Excuse me," Laguna asked the woman behind the bar. "Have you seen a young man in black with brown hair?"

"Yes, sir, I have." The woman said curtly. "Last I saw him, he was sitting in the meadow, staring up at the sky."

Laguna nodded his thanks, walked out to the meadow, and sure enough, there was Squall, watching the sky. Laguna moved over and sat next to him. Squall did nothing, just continued to watch the sky.

They sat there for a few moments. The ruby sky was turning slowly to a deep, velvety blue. By the light of the moon, Laguna could see that Squall looked stressed.

"Well, I guess we should get some sleep." Laguna said, standing. Squall nodded and followed.

They walked down to the now dark, quiet village.

"Squall, have you been getting much sleep lately?" Laguna asked, stopping outside the door of their room.

Squall dropped his gaze to the floor and shook his head, which was pounding.

"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?" Laguna had suddenly grown stern.

Squall shrugged and shook his head again. What's your point? He wondered.

"Squall, you look horrible. You need to rest more. You look like you could collapse at any moment." Laguna said, finally opening the door.

They climbed into their separate beds in silence.

For once, Squall fell asleep without any problems.

A/N: Aaahhhh! It's horrible! Can somebody get me a paper bag please? Is handed a paper bag and puts over head Please, bear with me and help me redo this! And can I get some scissors? I need to cut eye holes in my bag….

R&R! Thanx and…. Later Days!