A/N: This chapter involves another semi-important character for the sequel I had in mind. I'm curious to read your thoughts about it. :)
Thanks: ZalelTribal, and Killya008. :)
~ Considering his dark past, what did one drop of blood even matter anymore? It was nothing compared to all the bloodshed that he had caused before changing his name… ~
97) Blood
Leon cursed under his breath when a dark droplet of blood slowly trickled down his chiseled chin and fell into the otherwise clean sink. He'd never cut himself when doing something as simple as shaving before and look what he did now…
Considering his dark past, what did one drop of blood even matter anymore? It was nothing compared to all the bloodshed that he had caused before changing his name…
He took a harsh breath and willed his thoughts to concentrate on something else, before he would lose his mind.
After he was done with shaving, the brunet man walked back into his bedroom and stored his razor in his open suitcase, which lay on his bed. To be honest, he had never thought that Aqua was going to relent so quickly. Not that he was complaining. He'd always had a soft spot for people who were direct and knew what they were doing. People like Aqua, Lightning…and Rinoa. For some reason he felt slightly nervous for the upcoming trip, but he had no idea why. Perhaps it was due to the fact that this would be the first woman that he would be travelling with after Rin's death.
The first time he'd met Aqua, he had been really impressed, because nobody her age was supposed to play as well as her.
Leon was rudely woken out of his reverie by the buzzing of his mobile phone. When he turned to look at the screen, a knot tightened in his gut at the name that flashed on the ID caller: Laguna Loire.
Whatever, he thought, already feeling irritable.
He didn't accept the call, not only because he had absolutely no time for this (he had a flight to catch after all), but also because he didn't want to speak with that idiot right now. Or ever again for that matter, but something told him that he could never be that lucky in life. For some reason, Laguna always called him just when his life seemed to be a little more stable. And right after he'd talked to him, everything would become more and more complicated. The last time he had talked to him was after Rinoa's death, and quite frankly, Leon wasn't complaining.
On the other side of the line, Laguna sighed wearily. Just as he'd expected, no one had answered his call, even though he was fairly certain that he had dialed the right number.
Still, he had to find Squall and talk to him. It was urgent, this was a matter of life and death…literally. How was it even possible that his son single-handedly managed to work himself into some sort of trouble over and over again…
A/N: Next chapter: "The only times I've been in danger was back then. I'm not going to revert back to the old me. Now leave me alone!"