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Snow Drift	By : Resting-Madness Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Irvine/Squall Views: 970 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own anything involving final fantasy 8, nor do I make money from this fanfiction. The only thing that's mine is the take on a plot that's been done by just about everyone.

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Squall Leonhart, age 19, SeeD commander, with the personal interest of fishing and hiking - though, he would never tell these things to anyone; after all, it's none of their business what he does and doesn't like to do with his spare time. Anyhow, Squall was sure that he was going to have a fit; the very first fit he's ever had his entire 19 years of existing, due to the fact that his best friends were plucking at his every nerve. From the moment he'd finished his morning routine of showering, dressing, then barely brushing his hair, he was assaulted with their presence. Selphie greeted him at the door, a big, false, smile upon her cute little face as she cheerfully wailed.
"Good morning, Squall!"
Followed by...
"Did you sleep well?"
At which point Squall replied.
"Barely, and barely."
Selphie scrunched her face to the first "barely", until she realized what her, non-blood, brother was getting at. But, being Selphie, she didn't seem to care - that, or she hid it well. The walk to the cafeteria was filled with her chatter about wanting to start another webpage page made just for Laguna - or Sir Laguna, as she calls him. Squall had to wonder what the big attraction was to that lame old movie about dragons and knights, that she, and Seifer - surprisingly, seem so into. He's seen it, and thought it was just another lame knight falling in love with a Sorceress flick. But not the two of them.
Seifer even copied the man's battle stance from it! Talk about weird hobbies and interest. Squall had to wonder how the pair would get along? Seifer and Laguna have been around each other in the same room with other people, sure, but how would they be if left alone for a bit. And actually interacted with one another. Scary thought. They should be father and son, not him and the goofy president.
The entire cafeteria heard Selphie coming. Their eyes glued to her companion, as she walked through the entry/exit way of the room. Squall had known the day would go like this, but he had no idea how soon it would start. He figured he had at least until lunch for everyone to start staring him down while waiting to see how the big bad, quiet, commander would break down and fall apart without the loudmouth sniper at his side. Well, jokes on them, because he isn't going to fall apart.
Leonhart meant what he'd said the other day, that he will be all right. And he will wait patiently for Irvine, rather than go out searching for him. His boyfriend's pace might be a bit slowed. Irvine always loved taking his time with things.
Whispers filled the room that once sounded with casual volume as the cadets conversed with each other, now all as eyes of the inhabitants followed Squall's path over to the food line. They watch as he filled his plate with four pancakes, a side of sliced fruit - mixed melons today - and a carton of milk. Selphie, beside him, got a bowl of pecan and cinnamon oatmeal, two slices of bacon - for dunking - and a carton of apple juice. Squall waited a hesitant step so the short girl can pass him and take the lead to a table. She chose one at the edge of the cafeteria near the back but in the center.
Pulling out a seat, he sat down with as much grace as someone whose just been shoved down. Head lowered, as he always eats with this posture, Squall cut triangle slices from the round cake, placing it into his mouth, chewing it with care before swallowing and repeating. Again, he's aware of the eyes on him, but he will pay them no mind. He won't even give them the satisfaction of a snide comment about Irvine coming back. He'll just have his breakfast and head to the library to do some reading. It's been a while anyway. He used to use his library card so much the barcode was smudging, but since getting with Irvine and accepting his friendship with his fellow war-mates and former siblings, its just been sitting in his desk drawer collecting dust.
A frown on her face; Selphie wants to say something nice and encouraging but she can't think of a thing that won't sound stupid or obvious like: "don't worry, Squall, it'll get easier" or "it's good to grieve, you don't have to keep a brave face alone". But what would Squall say? He's clearly choosing denial, since he wouldn't even got to the funeral yesterday. But last night they all agreed that they would be happy and cheerful, so that Squall isn't sad or lonely. Except Selphie's finding it hard to keep it up alone.
She didn't get any sleep last night, thinking about Irvine being gone, and thinking about Squall being broken because of it. It was all too much to bare, feeling this powerless to make her friends' pains go away. If Irvine had been struck down on the battle field, big deal, that's what Life is for; however, the funny thing about magic is that without a body it can't work. And it won't work on anyone that's been dead longer than 24 hours. If Irvine hadn't fallen off the cliff, he'd be alive today.
Zell was taken aback when he spotted Selphie and Squall seated at a table. He honestly didn't think the girl would be able to get the guy out of bed, but there he is eating breakfast as though it was just any other day. Walking over to the table, he set his tray down. "Morning guys," He says happily. "I didn't think I'd see you here, Squall."
"Why not? It's breakfast, and I have to eat." He looked over at the martial artist, his dual-colored eyes then fall to Zell's tray; seeing the link sausage sitting beside a mountain of scrambled eggs and fried potatoes. He reached his fork over stabbing one through bringing it up to his mouth as if to emhpasize his statement.
"Because, well, y'know... It's so early." He lamely replied. He'd really meant to say that he couldn't believe Squall was up at all, since Irvine won't be joining them for breakfast ever again. "Anyone catch the game last night? Lapin Dolphins were owning the field."
"No. I watched a cooking competition." Selphie joined in.
"Bravo, Leonhart." Says Seifer taking a seat beside Zell. "I didn't think you'd be able to function today. Nice to see you've finally manned-up."
Setting his fork down, finished with his meal, Squall grabbed the tray, but doesn't yet lift it from the table. "Whatever." He replied evenly, then adds. "Remind me to repay you for putting me to sleep and having me miss a weeks worth of searching."
"That he's upset over? The cowboy died, and he's holding a grudge over old shit."
The entire table held their breath after very audibly sucking it into their lungs. Quistis and Rinoa who had just joined them couldn't even finish taking their seat, and their bottoms hovered over the chair as if it were covered in tacks or they were doing yoga before their meal.
Squall cocked a brow. This was getting annoying. 'Do they really think I'm that stupid? I know they're trying to make me feel better about Irvine's disappearance by acting like they're happy and all smiles when they really aren't. Its so pathetic that my own friends can't trust my word.' Sighing, Squall stands from the table. 'At least Seifer hasn't changed.' He said rather plainly. "You're all exhausting." He swiped the large muffin from Seifer's tray then walked away.
Letting the air return to their lungs they exhale and continue having breakfast minus the lion.
"Real smooth, Seifer. What were you thinking saying something like that?" Selphie snips at the arrogant ex-knight.
"What? You said maintain normality, so I insulted him. I'm the only being honest any damned way. This plan is off, as far as I go. I don't care either way if he's sad or he isn't." He took a bite of his eggs, talking around it. "Leonhart's a big boy. He knows that death is the end of the road for everyone eventually; Irvine's just happened a lot sooner than everyone else."
The girls look at Seifer disapprovingly. Zell resisted the urge to flick his breakfast at his disappointing boyfriend.
Squall walked calmly down to his dorm room. Again, the stares and the whispers followed him. Clung to him. He wasn't this popular and speculated about, when he gave everyone and anyone the cold shoulder when he was 17. He went from Squall Leonhart, the mysterious sexy loner, to the exciting rival of Seifer Almasy, to war hero, to grieving... Well.. What does one call someone who lost a boyfriend? Just grieving, he guessed.
At the end of the hall he spots Irvine's former team standing idly until they saw him, which made them perk up in a sort of cowering way. He thought about just brushing past them and into the dorm hall, but he doubted they would take the hint and move on. So he walked up to them, stopping five steps a way.
Crossing his arms over his chest he asked. "What do you want?"
Still being team leader, Eurydice cleared her throat. "I um... well, we know that you've been searching for the baby's parents, and.. we thought we might help out - - in any way that we can."
The other three nod.
"No thanks. I've got it covered." Walking past them into the dorm hall, he can hear their whispers growing closer rather than farther away from him. Stopping, he looked over his shoulder, expelling a sigh when seeing that they're following him. "What is it now?"
"We... we just wanted to say that we're sorry for what happened." This was Luna.
"Yeah." Chime the boys.
Squall shrugged. "Irvine's gonna come back. Stop feeling sorry for yourselves and go be useful." Walking away he hoped they took the hint and backed off; it's one thing when his friends do it, but another thing entirely when it's complete strangers.
He was in his room for a short moment just to grab his library card then he headed back out into the hall. He didn't see the remorseful cadets nor any of the others hanging around, which meant they are still having breakfast. Thank Hyne. Finally he can get a little private time before he heads out to question people about the late Mr. Redwing and the location of his wife. Oh sure, others are looking, but nothing beats self exploration.
Turning into the library, he passed by the large wooden desk and a few shelves until he's well hidden in the back of the room where he can search for a book, or books, to last him for a while. He had a feeling he'd be playing a serious game of avoidance, up until everyone quit looking for a disaster or Irvine walks through the Garden gate himself. Squall chose five books; he felt watched the entire time. He was in luck if he had a stalker who would decide to kidnap him now, because he'd have dozens of witnesses.
"Squall," Says the girl at the counter. "I'm very sorry for your loss."
He was this close to telling her to shove it, but he instead nodded and waited for his books to be checked through the machine.
The library aide must have been surprised about not getting a snarky reply, it gave her courage to say something else. "We're all gonna miss him."
Raising a brow, Squall took in the librarian's appearance. Did she even know Irvine to say something like that? He wasn't sure. He thought about testing it, but changed his mind and again chose to nod before walking out. Time to find a quiet place to read; he would have gone to his dorm, except the others have his key code. With them all invading his space, surely the room would have become stuffy from loaded silence.
It was amazing how you could go from not minding something to then become completely bothered by it the next minute. But silence was always somewhat of a bother to him, it allowed him to think too much about dumb things, though, that was long ago when his mind had overbearing and horrible things to think about. He no longer is bothered by any of those haunting memories. There are still lingering emotions from them, but then that's been the case for just about everyone.
Suddenly very aware of his surroundings, Squall noticed that he's left the Garden and has started for the small wooded area. Alright. He can accept that. Surely he can get some reading done there.
...
Squall closed his eyes; a faint smile ghosts upon his lips when he feels a hand lift his bangs up to the top of his head further exposing his scar. A chin pinned down both the bangs and the owner's hand, while Irvine looked down at Squall's lap where a thick book rests. The sniper has his other hand rubbing gently on his thigh, but not in the seductive way that would make his jeans tight but just a casual caressing, as though his hands wanted to be busy since they're merely sitting out in the woods against a tree because Squall wanted to read in a comfortable open space.
"Hang on." Irvine requested before he then allowed Squall to turn the page.
Shaking his head, the back of it got messed up since it's pressed into Irvine's chest. "I thought you said reading was dumb?"
"No. I said the books I get are often dumb, but you keep laughin' without tellin' me why - just figured I'd read, too."
Squall, having nothing to say, returned to the book.
The two read silently for a moment once the page is turned. Irvine says a triumphant. "Done."
"It's not a race."
"You're just saying that because I beat you."
Rolling his eyes he replied automatically. "Whatever."
"Whatever, whatever." Irvine teased, poking his boyfriend's side.
"Cut it out." He nudged the finger-poking hand away. "I'll read it out loud, you just listen."
"Deal." Closing his eyes, he settled himself against the rough tree at his back and the soft gunblader in front of him.
Squall started to read out loud, but paused to ask. "I don't have to do voices, do I?"
"Would be nice?" He smirked impishly, knowing damn well Squall Leonhart would not do character voices in a book. Not only would he have to speak that way, but he'd have to make them up, as well.
"Screw yourself, take a nap." Squall then continued reading quietly as he had been in the first place.
Humored enough that his chuckling shook Squall; the gunblader's mock pissy mood privately became brighter. Irvine softly hummed a song he's heard numerous times on the radio, smiling when Squall hums along as well.
Presently, Squall shook the memory away. Memories are for dead people when there are no photographs being looked at or conversation being had, and he's not going to consider that word with Irvine. Opening the second book, from the stack of five, he begins reading. It isn't long before he's six chapters in. Ready to go on to the next chapter he looked up when his sunlight was blocked out.
"Squall, funny seeing you out here." Quistis gestured a hand out to ask if she can have a seat.
He gave no answer; he's aware that Quistis would invite herself to sit anyway, and she does. Sitting quietly a moment, the woman looked up into the clusters of branches and leaves to the peeks of light showing through, then she lowers her gaze to him. "Squall, would you like to have dinner with me?"
Looking at her quizzically, he shrugged. "Why?"
"We never have meals alone together. I just thought it would be something nice to start doing."
'Why? Because you wanna believe that Irvine is dead? Will everyone wanna start some new thing to take my mind off of something my mind isn't even on? If that's the case than maybe I should go stay with Ellone for a while?' The idea struck him as weird right after he'd thought it. Stay with Ellone. Leave Garden. Why do his friends have to force weird ideas into his head with their even weirder behavior? 'I should stop being such a creep. Quistis and everyone are my friends, maybe she just really wants to have dinners with me, and couldn't ask before since we'd always eat in the cafeteria. Any time I didn't, I was out with Irvine.'
Quistis waits patiently, knowing that Squall likes a good amount of time to bother himself with what-if's before he gave an answer to anything - most of the time anyway.
"Alright. Where will go?"
Shocked that he has actually agreed, she's tongue tied a moment. "I... I'm not sure, there are a lot of good places to eat around Balamb. Maybe seafood, whatever is fresh this season."
"Ok."
"Good. Then it's settled." She smiles.
Returning to his book believing that she'd now leave him alone, he has to cast a side-long glance her way as she's still diagonal from him. Sighing, he tilts his head to the sky as if to ask Hyne what he did to deserve today. "Anything else?" He asked to be sure.
"No. I just thought I'd keep you company."
"I have company." He nods to the stack of books beside him.
"You're reading?" She picked one of the books up, expecting to see that the inside has something more Squall's speed hidden in the folds of the pages. A Weapons Monthly maybe, but no, it was just an ordinary library book.
"I do know how to read, Quistis."
"I know you do," She says in a tone that says: "I'm not an idiot". And went on. "But you've never expressed any desire to read back in my classes - I'd just assumed you'd hated doing it."
"Never assume anything with me." He commented, though, not in any bitter or agitated tone.
"Like how you surprised me and everyone else with your ability to dance."
"We all had to learn it." He says absently; closing the book; he can tell that reading time was over.
"True. But we never thought that you'd ever do it."
"Never think anything about me."
Quistis had to laugh at that. "You can be so immature, when you're not holding up your barriers. It's cute."
Squall could only sigh in defeat. Closing his eyes, he took a rest. Let Quistis talk herself out, maybe she'll leave him alone after then.
...
Later in the day. After ditching Trepe, Squall decided to hang out in the quad, but Selphie was in there trying her hardest to keep her mind happy and carefree by helping make paper decorations for the Spring festival in a week from now. Upon seeing him, her frown turned into a smile. It looked so painful, Squall wondered how the girl didn't crack her teeth. Selphie asked him to help out a bit. He complied. Squall began to think that appeasing to his friends' needs to make him happy would actually be doing them a favor. Because he is, in fact, not sad. However, they are. And as a friend, and to keep with the promise to himself, he will help them through it. So for an hour he made himself useful by snipping this or moving that for Selphie - which scared the crap out of the others incharge of the festivities; he was sure they were all glad to see him go.
Zell he met up with in the cafeteria - the others were still in class. The two of them talked about weapons, then about a show Zell has gotten into that has something to do with the sport soft tennis, which, to Squall, sounds completely made up. It also sounded confusing and boring, what with so many sub-plots around a simple sports show. Yet, Zell had explained it well enough that he would consider having his mind changed, if he had time to catch an episode with him.
Rinoa, on the other hand, asked him to go for a jog with her to Balamb town and back. He agreed, and changed his clothes to something more suitable for running. She spoke of nothing in particular, and he listened attentively to her; the one thing Rinoa did differently from everyone else when he wanted to part ways, was that she hugged him. No words of: "hang in there" or whatever. She just hugged him with a smile, and went on her way.
Dinner with Quistis was nearly the most awkward thing he's ever been through in his entire life. He would rather put it out of his mind. It could possibly get easier, though, if they do it enough times, he supposed.
So after the draining day, he decided to head into the training center to release his frustractions and clear his mind. The battlefield before him is a snowy, winter wonderland. It has snow-capped trees and ice covered water. The Training center has had many upgrades over the last two years. The room is now a large empty area, no water, no slight brush or logs, just a metal space. On the wall there is a panel that you can select terrains: forest, jungle, snow, desert, wetlands and so forth. This changes the room virtually, monsters and all. The monsters are holograms projecting from physical blank slate androids. Very pricey, but worth it. And it keeps them in business with the mechanics who helped them make Garden mobile. All this, to Squall, has been the best feature. Training in the usual jungle atmosphere was fine, but sometimes he likes to feel the bitter sting of cold as its trying to press through his own cold. It's refreshing.
But there in the blowing drifts of shaved tundra stands Seifer Almasy with Hyperion's Blood slung over his shoulder. Great.
Laughing hautily, Seifer says. "How 'bout a little competition - man-child?"
'A new nickname... wonderful.' Intruiged by the suggestion, Squall asked. "What is it?"
"Bragging rights to whomever defeats the most monsters."
"Dumb prize, since apparently I'm silently bragging over you all the time without saying a word." He comments referring to their conversation months ago about how he's always seeking the lime light. "But, deal."
"Alright, let's go." Taking his battle stance; which nearly had Squall laugh out loud after thinking about what had been going through his head earlier. Seifer then says. "Big ones are worth thirty, small ones five."
"Okay."
A monster came lazily stumbling across the invisable starting line of the battlefield. The two spot him instantaniously, but the ex-knight is the first to make a move charging for the creature. Squall started forward but dashed off to the side when seeing a much larger target for his prize, lounging by the freezing waters. Chanting a spell for Silence, Squall then leapt out of the bushes upon seeing that his spell has made contact. Landing Black Lionhart in the center of the Blue Dragon's back he let his weight drop, which lowered him swiftly to the snow-covered floor while carving a large crator into the monster. It let out a loud bellow; its tail swung wildly through the air trying to swat whatever had hurt it like a fly. It nearly had if Squall weren't quick enough to duck down after his landing. Rolling out of the way of the thrashing beast, he got up to his feet dashing away to make some room between the two of them. The dragon saw its attacker and flapping its great wings causing a gust storm to sweep past the lion. The blinding distraction allowed it to attack. It pecked its head forward attempting to take a bite out of the male, but instead met the blade of the sword-gun and its mouth was sliced a little wider than was the norm.
This monster was weak, but Squall figured he could be a little flashy; legs parted he lifts his gunblade so that the flat of the blade would be against his chest rather than the dull edge. Running his hand across the cold black blade it glows in bright, frosty blue around the sharp edge of the blade. "Frost Bite." He commands the attack. A white lion's spirit emerges from the blade; its silver main peppered with bits of ice shards that have it standing on end as if the hair were a porcupine's quills, its proud body standing mightily before its owner. "Attack."
Letting out a roar loud enough to break the sound barrier the spirit dashes about with the speed of light cutting through the large dragon as though it were a wrecking ball through water. The beast groaned and twisted in pain as its body became an ice sculpture, after which Black Lionhart is weilded, rapidly slicing the frozen statue to crumbs.
A satisfied smirk crossed his features as he says triuphantly. "Ten."
Coming from the bushes Seifer admires the dissolving creature. "Wow. Ten. Good for you, Leonhart. Ninety more points and you'll be up to me."
Looking at where Seifer had just come from Squall can't help but blush slightly seeing what looked to be twenty somthing monsers piled up on each other in a smoldering heap.
"That would be one hundred."
"Yeah, if you wanna sweat the small stuff."
"And it figures you'd go for something big, to get over the big stuff you're trying not to."
'So this was about distracting me from thinking about Irvine. Seifer, you're move clever than I thought.' Shaking his head, he laughs quietly. "I never would have expected to be distracted with mister it-should-have-been-you-who-died, sincerely Seifer. This was really sweet of you."
"Oh, shut up." He shoved his smug rival. "Raise up your damned blade and keep fighting."
Squall continued laughing even as he took a battle stance.
The next round was a real workout. His blond rival took it upon himself to stay close to him as they cleared the room of monster after monster - which wouldn't have really bothered Squall all that much, if it weren't for the fact that sometimes Seifer would attack him out of nowhere; he'd call out: "Healthy competition man-child; what if this were a real battlefield, and I got confused?".
Squall was sure he would have taken Seifer's arm off to snap him out of said confusion - if this were a real battlefield. But Squall couldn't help but think that this was a good way to exhaust him, keep him tired so that he doesn't spend another night restless, missing those slim but muscular arms around him. Besides, battling with Seifer is a lot more entertaining than watching the false smiles and hearing the false cheer from the others.
It was around hour 23 that Squall and Seifer staggered tiredly into the rest area of the center, which had, over the years, been refered to as the make-out room to have a seat. The climate inside is warm and inviting compared to the battle room.
Squall drank a potion handing one over to Seifer who waved it off before pulling out a hidden can of beer. Rolling his eyes, Squall put the potion back into the box of supplies kept in the room stashed away. He wiped the back of his forearm across his forehead, his sweated-out hair that drooped in his face was tugged along in the action, then he yanked it all back over his head.
The pair fell into a somber silence. "We can..." And it was, Seifer would admit, uncomfortable to be uncomfortable. He's doesn't experience it often, but when he does it's not pleasant. "We can talk about Kinneas, right? And you're not gonna freak like some kid with his first loose tooth?"
"Seifer, of course you can talk about Irvine. You can say his name to me; he's not a taboo poltergeist. I'm going to talk about him too..." he met his frienemy's gaze. "Irvine is not dead. He's hurt, lost, anything unusual making this possible. But he's not dead."
Seifer silently accepted the denial. It's fine. Squall can have it. "I wanted to skip the funeral, too. We buried a boot for Hyne's sake." He got up and tossed the empty can of non-alcoholic beer. He's still a minor. What would it look like if the head of the Disciplinary committee broke the rules? He'd lose all credibility. "It was so stupid."
"Then you believe me?"
"No." He replied truthfully. "I think you're in denial. But, we need to respect the guy and just put up a stone," he moved his hand to mime the simplicity. "A stone placard. Like a memorial wall, with names on it."
"I can see that." Squall agreed. It would be more efficient than a full casket for a missing person.
"He was a funny, when we were kids." Seifer confessed. "I liked him. I thought of him as my best friend out of all of you."
"After all the hours you spent bothering me? I don't know whether I should be relieved I don't have a toxic best friend or annoyed that you were just a bully with no meaning behind it."
"There was plenty of "meaning"... You guys were like my family. But, I pick favorites, deal with it."
Squall smiled. "For your information, so do I. It was Sis," he all but stuck out his tongue.
"Big surprise." He rolled his eyes teasingly. "You dated a real weirdo. You probably don't remember it, but he used to find sea weed on the beach; he'd use it to wrap crabs up, but the pinchers would be left out. Then he'd time their escape."
Squall laughed at how ridiculous that was. Then he wondered if the crabs had gotten out?
"I wasn't doing anything like that, you know." Says Seifer out of the blue. "And you were right to think that I would rather it be you."
"Yeah right. I knew what you guys were doing all day, but you're the only one who did it sincerely."
"Don't kid yourself."
"It's the only way you know how to care for people, right?" He laughs when Seifer swats a hand at him. "You'll be happy to know you all can stop, because I'm not sad. I plan on waiting this whole thing out. And I'm gonna do that by being just fine." His phone buzzed in his pocket. He removed it, then took the incoming call. "Hello?"
"Hey darlin'," Says Irvine. "You've just been invited to a dinner on the peer with me tomorrow at ten o'clock, don't be late."
It was as if he were suddenly stabbed through with his own blade; gutted. Left to bleed out. The phone slid from his grasp as if it had the weight of an red Dragon as it crashed noisily onto the metal floor beside him. He's momentarily paralyzed before he scooted away as if a scorpion was going to sting him.
"What is it now?" Seifer asks crossing his arms having had enough of his rivals teasing.
"It... it's Irvine..." His voice could barely make it through his locking throat.
"What?" Picking up the phone Seifer holds it to his ear. "You prick, you've got a lot of nerve.."
"It's a recording." Squall's voice, as soft as it was, cut through the angered male's words.
"A recording?"
Squall's body lurched forward, sending him from seated to on hands and knees, and from his mouth a small dribble of vomit slipped out followed by more; Seifer cringed, sickened at the sight. Squall coughed, before more meals of the day spilled out of his stomach in a long stream of greenish, brownish waste.
"Fuck." Seifer said getting him to his feet so he could cart him back to a bathroom.
Squall felt nothing external as he leaned over the white polished toilet; not Zell and Selphie taking turns rubbing his back; not the verbal touches of comforting words. Quistis, Seifer, and Rinoa are out in the room standing uncomfortably silent listening to their friend puke up his guts.
It wasn't until Squall began to shout in anguish that Irvine was gone, that Quistis pinched the ex-knight on the shoulder.
"What did you say to him?"
"I didn't say shit, Kinneas said it."
"What?" Her brows furrowed.
"Here. It was a message." He hands over the phone.
"So, Irvine is alive? Did he break up with Squall over the phone or something?" She listened to the message becoming even more confused. "It's an invite for a date?"
"Check the date it was sent."
Looking at the phone she did a double-takes. "December 2 last year?"
"It was a pre-set, he said the message then set the date for the message to send today." Seifer explained. "So see, I didn't do shit - and besides, Squall saw through all of you idiots anway, you weren't fooling anyone."
The two women felt a stab of guilt at that.
"All that worrying, and Irvine fucked things up himself. We should have just let him be sad." He looked in the direction of the bathroom. "He sure as hells doesn't seem so great now."
"Stop rubbing it in, Seifer, we get it." Rinoa chides.
"I don't think you do."
Unable to spew anymore of his sadness out, Squall crumples over, forehead pressed to the floor as his vomit turns to tears. "He's gone. He's gone." All the happiness he'd planned to share. All the happiness they had. The current waiting he'd planned to do for all of that to return. All of it left him in one single flush. Irvine's not coming back. He's dead.
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