Chapter 2:

The wind shifted, blowing his white hair from his face only to reveal his look of disgust. In front of him were the two most unsocial people he had ever met - one quiet and irritating, the other loud and annoying.

Luneth was especially irritated because, even though the cold wind blowing snow in his face was enough to cover most voices, he still heard one. "Seifer!" he tried to yell. He wanted to tell him to shut up, but Luneth was too nice for his own good.

Seifer's smile faded and he stopped in his tracks, causing the other two to stop as well. "What was that, boy-wonder?" Seifer exclaimed. "You got a problem."

Luneth let out a sigh. "It would be nice to have some peace is all," he told Seifer in a shallow voice.

Seifer shrugged him off and continued to walk. "Not my problem."

"I don't know why we even came out here anyway," Luneth said. "You're the only one who wanted to do it. I said no and you didn't even ask Squall."

Seifer stopped and turned to the silent Squall. "Well what do you think Squall?" he asked.

At first there was no response, but the more the two gazed at Squall the more he felt he needed to respond. "I agree with Seifer," he finally said.

Seifer smiled. "Well there you have it folks," Seifer announced as he continued walking. "Now shut the hell up and follow along."

Luneth's anger bubbled, but he suppressed it. The boy let out another sigh and looked up at Squall, who was still standing there. "Are you really sure you're okay with this?" Squall shot him a puzzled look. Luneth proceeded to explain. "Look around," the freelancer continued. He threw his arm out for Squall to see the frozen tundra that they currently walked. "He lead us here and it's been snowing since we got here, aren't you cold?" Luneth asked. Squall didn't answer, just looked forward and followed behind Seifer. Luneth, yet again, let out a sigh. "Why did I have to get stuck with these two?"

The frustrated boy followed suit, and the walk continued the way it was going before; Seifer being loud and the other two being quiet. It was hard for Luneth to drown out the sound of his voice, even over the sound of wind and snow, but Squall didn't have the same problem – he seemed like he was somewhere else.

Seifer stopped in front of a gateway. Luneth looked at it and cocked his head to the side. He hadn't even noticed they were approaching a gateway, was the snow really that thick? Squall gave his usual blank look. "Here we are fellas!" Seifer shouted as he threw his arms up at the gateway. He turned back to the other two, and smiled a devious smile. "A crystal has to be in here."

Luneth and Squall looked back at him with expressions that did not reflect his smile. Squall seemed as if he didn't care while Luneth wanted to protest. He began to, but realized the only reason he didn't want to go in was because Seifer wanted to. Luneth looked Seifer in the eye and figured it was best to go in the gateway and get away from this cold. "After you, fearless leader," Luneth joked at Seifer.

Seifer sent him a look of disgust, but turned back and sarcastically added "Don't mind if I do," before stepping in to the gateway.

Luneth must have had a pretty grim expression on his face, for even Squall had to say something to him. "Go easy on him," Squall told Luneth without making eye contact. "He's more damaged then he may seem," he finished before following Seifer.

Luneth let out a chuckle. "Well that's one way to put it," he said before entering behind his comrades.

Once inside, the group looked around: an empty airship that seemed more like a stage to them than anything else. Luneth was grateful for one thing and one thing alone: it was warm here. Seifer and Squall always seemed like they were examining everything before they were comfortable with it. The two pairs of eyes danced around the visible area before Seifer said anything ridiculous. "Isn't this just a nice pile of crap?" he asked Squall.

"Whatever," Squall responded.

Seifer's face turned red and he tried to come up with a smart-ass reply to that, but coming up shorthanded. Luneth laughed at this. Seifer turned to him, irritated, and said "What's so funny chicken-wuss?"

Luneth wanted to tell him it was funny how incompetent he was, but thought against. He used rational thought and decided that dispute among comrades was pointless and said, with a smile "Nothing."

"Damn right nothing," Seifer assured the boy before turning back toward the open space. "This is where we stay for the night."

Luneth began walking forward and said "Good."

Seifer looked to Squall, but Squall did not look back. Instead he too began moving forward. Seifer clenched his fist at the thought of being ignored, but quickly let it go, ready to turn in for the night.

Luneth awoke with a start. He was having a dream of… something. The boy wiped his forehead and let the thought go; no good would come from worrying about it. He glanced to his left and saw the big, bad Seifer sleeping like a baby. This brought a smile to Luneth's face, it was funny, and he had to admit it.

Then he glanced to his left, and, instead of sleeping, Squall was off sitting alone. "Typical," Luneth muttered to himself. Instead of laying back down, though, he got up and walked over to where his comrade sat.

Luneth stood there for a moment, waiting for Squall to acknowledge his presence, but that was like waiting for the sky to fall. The boy took a seat next to Squall, who immediately took on a look of discomfort. "What are you thinking about?" Luneth asked. There was, not surprisingly, no answer from the quiet man. Luneth was fed up with that. "Don't ignore me," Luneth urged Squall. "If you have something on your mind, don't be afraid to talk about it."

Squall sighed; he knew that Luneth was not leaving without an answer, so Squall decided to enlighten him with one. "My memories," he said.

Luneth smirked. That was the topic that seemed to be on everybody's mind. "How much do you remember from your home world?" Luneth asked.

Squall was quiet for a moment. "Not much," he paused again. "I remember two people."

Luneth waited for Squall to continue, but realized that he wasn't going to do that. "Who?" Luneth asked.

"Some girl in blue," Squall said. "I'm reminded of her whenever I see flowers or think of wings for some reason." Squall looked back to the sleeping Seifer. "And I remember him."

Luneth finally understood. "So you guys are from the same world?" he asked. "I take it you guys were friends?"

"Same world, yeah," Squall assured the boy. "Friends, I don't know; probably."

Luneth laughed. It was this sentimental attachment that kept clinging to Seifer – it's the only thing he knows. Luneth figured he'd be the same way if he saw a familiar face here.

The boy's laugh irritated Squall. "What's funny?"

"It just finally makes sense to me," Luneth told the man. "Why you always agree with him and why he's the only one you don't mind being around."

Squall looked off into the distance. "Whatever," he got up and walked off. "I'm going to sleep."

Luneth smiled one more time before following his comrade back to bed.