CHAPTER 5

Squall would only be five years old until he could see Seymours true anger. Yuna had thought that Seymour was a good person, but he was only nice when he got his own way. Seymour had wanted a son he had gotten a son, Seymour wanted to marry Yuna he had married Yuna. Seymour wanted his own way because of the way he had been raised, what he said about Jyscal having a mental illness though was true, so was Mika kiling her friends.

Squall ran down the abandoned Moonflow in early morning. He had been told so many times not to. Seymour was running after him, an angery frown on his face. Thats one thing that Seymour and Squall had taken after the Guado, their ability to run fast.

The you five year old ran down to the lake and tripped over a large tree root that was sticking out of the ground. Seymour caught him before he fell in the Moonflow's lake.

Seymour pulled Squall up by his arm and shook him like a rag doll. "How many times have I told you not to do that?" Seymour shouted.

"I dunno. I didn't bring the list with me. It's somwhere round sixhundred." Squall told his father. Squall wasn't trying to be bad, he was being truthfull.

Seymour draged his son back home. He wasn't pleased that Squall carried on struggeling and complaining. Seymour made sure that no one was around. "Quiet!" He shouted raising his large Guado hand and hitting Squall hardly across the face.

Squall started to cry loudly. He cried all the way home about his bruised cheek. When Seymour walked through the decorated doors to the mansion he was greeted by Yuna.

"You didn't hit him did you?" Yuna asked, inspecting Squalls purple cheek. The five year old fell on his mother and cried his eyes out until nothing was left.

Seymour just walked past them into the living room.

Yuna took Squall upstairs into the bathroom and sat him on the edge of the bath. She took a sponge, wet it, and gently dabbed it on his tear stained bruised face. He had cut his knee too from where he had fallen.

Squall continued to cry at the smallest touches on his face. "Squall. You've got to stop running off." Yuna said taking a soft flannel and dryed his face.

"B.b.but I.o. to the.Moon.flow." Squall told her between sobbs.

Yuna sighed. "Yes. But what if a bad man came and took you away? Me and daddy wouldn't be there to help you or stop him. What if you had an accident? We wouldn't be there."

Squall seemed to understand. "I know. But why did daddy hit me?"

At least his crying had stopped. "I don't know. Maybe he was scared? When people are scared they don't know what they're doing." Yuna said putting the flannel in the washbascet. "Maybe if you said you were sorry then daddy wouldn't be so mad." Yuna suggested. "It might help if you never do it again." Squall liked that idea and walked downstairs to apolagise to his dad.

So what do ya'll think! I took your advise Tilas. you were right he was completely out of character! anyway! review!