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Selphie was looking up at the shocked blonde with tears of happiness in her baby blue eyes. A small groan came from the unconscious boy as his eyes cracked open. "Squall! I'm so happy your back!" Selphie gushed. The brunette looked at Selphie carefully as if looking at an insane stranger. Seifer stared at the brunette questioningly.
The brunette then sat up slowly and looked at Selphie in the eyes again.
"The names Leon." He said. Seifer blinked and Selphie's mouth opening in a 0 shape.
She stood up and pulled Seifer a little bit away.
"Seifer…? It is Squally isn't it?" She asked hopefully. Seifers brow creased into a frown as he watched this 'Leon' stand up slowly and carefully.
Seifer passed by Selphie and walked up to Leon. The blonde's 6'2 frame stood over the brunette's 5'8 body.
Seifers bright green eyes stared into Grey/blue ones. The brunette's never even flinched away from the scrutinising look from Seifer. The scar was the same, the eyes were the same, the hair was a bit longer, and the fashion sense had changed slightly, but it was Squall. Seifer had stared at Squall often enough during class to recognise the brunette no matter how many years had changed him.
Seifer pulled back and rested his hands on his hips. Throwing his head back, Seifer burst out laughing.
"Yeah Selph, this is Squally. No mistaking the glare!"
Selphies smile widened and she flew at the brunette, wrapping her arms around his body.
Selphie cried out as she found herself on the floor suddenly. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up at the former commander. Seifer blinked.
Sure Squall was anti-social at the best of times but he would never push Selphie away. (1)
Squall flicked a piece of long hair out of his face and looked coldly into Seifers eyes.
"The name is Leon. And I don't know who either of you are. And you don't know me."
Seifer chuckled nervously.
"Hey Puberty-boy, what's with the 'Leon' stuff? Leon Leonhart sounds a bit dodgy to me."
The man who called himself Leon crossed his arms and shifted his weight to his left foot, a typical Squall move. "Whatever…" He said quietly after a little while.

Seifer put his hand out and helped Selphie off the floor, not taking his eyes off the Brunette. Leon had uncrossed his arms and crossed over to where the mesmerize blades lay and picked something up. He lifted Revolver onto his shoulder not unlike the way that Seifer held Hyperion when he was bored. Seifers eyebrows knotted when he noticed the stance.

Selphie brushed herself down and cocked her head to the side at Leon. An unusually serious and calculating expression on her cute face. She turned to Seifer and whispered into his ear, 'Hey Seif? Its gotta be him right? I mean, he has Griever and Squall is the only guy with a necklace like that.' Seifer looked down at Leons chest and sure enough there was the familiar roaring lion Griever resting on the white fabric.

Seifer nodded at the necklace. "Say, that's an interesting necklace, where'd ya' get it?" Leon looked down at his chest at Griever and frowned.

"I don't remember." He replied.

"How long you had it?" Selphie asked, seeing Seifers plan to gain information on the Squall look-a-like.

Leon shrugged. "Not sure."

"Don't know much do ya'?" Seifer put in. Leon shrugged.

"Whatever."

"Well any way, where ya from?" Maybe this would get them the answers they wanted.

"Hallow Baston." Seifer blinked. Hallow Baston? What the hell was Hallow Baston?

Selphie bounded over to Leon and looked up into his grey blue eyes. "How long you been there for?" She asked cheerily.

Leon was really getting fed up with all these questions. Why the hell were these strangers so damn nosey?

"Three years." He said. "Why is it your business?"

Seifer shrugged. "Well if you ain't Squall then you're trespassing on Balamb Garden property, so where were you before this Hello Bastion place?"
Leon frowned again. "I don't remember. Listen, the farthest back that I can remember is three years ago, I don't know anything before then. So leave me alone, I have to return to my friends." Leon rushed out in anger. He didn't like the strange feelings he was getting around this pair. He felt like he knew them…and they said they knew him…Yuffie used to call him Squall, and that's what these people called him…but…he didn't belong here…

Failure…Squall…Leonhart…Failure…Leonhart….Leon…Failure…

Leon shook his head a little as the haunting words from long ago invaded his thoughts. His name was Leon, and he came from Hallow Baston, he protected Traverse Town and these strangers have nothing to do with him.

"I'm out of here." He said and turned away.
"Hold your horses, puberty boy." Seifer called out. Leon stopped mid step and turned to face Seifer, a look of anger on his face.
"I hit a nerve Squally boy?" Seifer taunted, this is what he wanted, anger from the old nicknames that he used to call Squall. Even if Squall's long term memory had gone, in the back of his mind, the silly names still riled him up.
Perfect.

(1) Sucha bigMeany X3

and awwww Seifer is being mean to try and make Leon remember - not just for the hell of it :P

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