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My Mother, Thats Who I mean	By : Resting-Madness Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Irvine/Squall Views: 786 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the Final Fantasy VIII universe not characters or places, nor the fandom itself. or the Espers mentioned from Final Fantasy VI and I make no profit from this story.

Chapter List
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Disclaimer: I own nothing involving the creation of The Misadventures of Flapjack.
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Mara Trejo arrived in Timber around three in the afternoon. The train ride had been murder on her patience, as day turned from evening to night, dawn, and back again. It was a very far stretch that she'd even find what she's looking for here, but what else was she supposed to do? It was eight years ago when it had all happened... Those horrible days used to haunt her; but one day she'd found solace and foundation, a place that helped her get her life back on track.
Timber has a nippy air blowing through it; the city, though, is alive and thriving as if this were already Summer days. Mara can't wait until its actually summertime; being a woman of a warm climate this gentle breeze may as well be a blizzard by her standards. Her husband, Martin, loved the cold. He would always get ice for his drinks, holding onto the cubes longer than needed before dropping them into his glass; after which, he'd stick his cold fingers against her neck. It used to drive her nuts, but now... its a fond memory.
Kids dashed about, playing in the streets without a care in the world of traffic safety; men are loading and unloading cargo from freight trains; and women of all ages walk in and out of shops and boutiques. The rich smell of fuel is in the air, when the steam from the trains puff out before the engine rolls away. Even with modern trains, you can't get rid of certain things like smell. A barking dog passed Mara as she heads for the hotel. She froze in brief terror, moving only when she realized that the dog had no interest in her. She'd been bitten when she was a child, and never got over the fear. Luckily, dogs are a rare sight in this town, and it's better known for its stray cats - among other things.
The woman behind the desk smiled at her, when the sliding doors part to allow the customer in. "Hi. What can I do for you?"
"I'd like a room for... maybe three nights."
"Okay. Just one moment." Checking over the computer, the clerk glanced up when seeing the woman nervously looking about the lobby. She's seen all types, but this one ranked number in at number 2. There was a man here, about a year ago, who actually hid himself behind the desk, and whispered to her when he spoke. He still reigns supreme as the number one weirdo visiting the neighborhood. "Here's your card. You'll be in room 305 third floor."
"Thank you." Taking the key, she grabbed her small and light bag taking it with her to the elevator. She pressed the button for the third floor then waits out the ride, and goes to her room once exiting. She has to hurry before dark. She didn't bring a flashlight, so she planned to buy one later...Perhaps she'll buy a weapon as well, maybe a knife or something.
That forest is populated with wild animals and monsters. Her safety will be in great jeopardy out there. But then, so was her husband and child's. She shouldn't have run back then, she should have faced her demons and died along with them; but, she was a coward - - and is still paying for the events that lead up to that day. But she can't dwell, it will only cause her to fall back in her progress.
She can't afford to do that right now, when her baby could still be out there and hurting; crying and waiting for his mother to return for him.
'My son... let him still be alive.'
# #
"This is fantastic!" Selphie beams. "Have you ever seen so many yummy baked things to eat in one place?"
'Yeah, they're called bakeries, Selphie.' Thinks Squall.
"It's called a bakery, aunt Selphie." Kait responded as if he'd read his father's mind.
Sticking out her tongue, she grabbed the boy into a headlock, and says playfully. "I know. But I mean, it's a pretty good turn out." After grinding her knuckles into his hair, she released the laughing and shrieking child. She looked around the school area at all the table settings, seeing that each one is covered with platters holding cookies, cakes, and pies.
"I wonder how many people cheated and bought their pastry?" Her large green eyes shift from left to right.
'I wish we'd cheated; someone's gonna get sick eating ours.' Pulling a folding chair out from under the table, he took a seat.
Kait plops down next to him; watching as Selphie unpacked the tiny cooler they packed the cupcakes into. "Remember, you promised to smile for me." He reminded his father.
Squall nodded, a shadow of a smile ghosts across his face.
Chuckling, Kait nods approval of his father's spirit.
Eyeing the two, Selphie shook her head in disbelief. "So you're really just gonna sit and wait, huh? You'll never get customers like that." Standing on her seat she cups her hands around her mouth then shouts. "Come get a taste of the greatest cupcakes at the sale! Chocolate with white chocolate chips! Vanilla with chocolate chips! You've never tasted anything so good!"
'I wonder if falling directly on my head from this seat would kill me?' Squall wondered, sinking down into his chair. 'I should have asked Zell or Quistis... Rinoa's probably still in class.'
"It's delicious! Really! My daddy and me made them ourselves!" Kait chimed in; now standing on his seat as well.
Embarrassing as it is, Squall couldn't say that it wasn't working. A small crowd came over to their table, their interest peeked about the goods. He knew they'd all be sorry in a matter of minutes. He and Kait made four batches, 24 of each kind and each batch they had a taste test. Batch one is too dry, batch two too wet, batch three he isn't sure what happened there but they didn't rise so good, and batch four... oh dear, sweet batch four, and its use as a door-stopper. But then again, no one ever said the customers had to be able to eat them, just that they get made and sold for the school.
Selphie is doing a great job of that.
"Six, huh? That's so great to hear!"
A man blinked in confusion. "But I said, I only wanted o -..."
"And it's for a good cause too, you know," she placed a hand beside her mouth as if to whisper, but she kept her voice loud enough for others to hear. "I heard some guy wanted to buy only one, I mean, where's the spirit in that? Its a gil for Hyne's sake!" A grin spread across her face, knowing full well what she's up to. "But, thankfully, you're a good guy who wouldn't do something like that."
"Of course not." He laughed dryly at the embarrassment, with his hand ruffling the back of his head.
"You only mentioned one kind, though." Selphie went on. "So, will that be all? Or would you like to try the other flavor to fill out the other five?"
"No. All six can be white chocolate chips, thanks."
"No problem!"
Selphie took six of the individually wrapped cupcakes and set them into a cheapy-box that Irvine had picked out, when he and Squall had gone to the store before. You only have to bend and fold it into a carrying box, its very easy.
Having watched his aunt's sales pitching, Kait thought that he was ready for a good swindle too, and smiled when spotting a real sucker coming his way. "Hi, Sebastian, wanna buy four cupcakes?"
"Okay!" The boy smiled, he just seemed happy to be talked to really. He isn't the most outgoing child at the school, but he's nice. And that's really what counts in the world of buying and selling.
"What kind?"
The boy looked them over with curious eyes. They don't look anything like the cupcakes his mother had made; they're misshapen, some of them don't have bottoms to them. That only meant one thing to a kid - they're loaded with sugar. "I'll take four chocolate ones. Are they good?"
"Mhm." Kait says quickly, ignoring the glance his father gave him. He had to lie! Did he want their cupcakes sold or not?
"Good, I wanna eat as much as I can before my mom tells me to stop."
Fumbling with the box; he paused to give it a good stare in order to figure it out.
"That's okay, I'll keep them in my pockets. I'm wearing overalls today." Sebastian held out his hand.
"That's good. Here you go." He hands them off to his schoolmate, having to lean over the table some in order to reach Sebastian.
"Thank you." The boy stood by a moment, stuffing his pockets. Looking up at Kait, he asks. "Wanna come around with me? I'll buy you something."
"Ummm?" Kait wondered. Looking to his father he got a 'go ahead' nod. "Thanks."
"Hold on." Digging in his pocket, he pulled out some money. "Buy whatever you want, but eat only one thing. I don't want you spoiling your dinner."
"I won't." Sliding from his seat, he grabbed hold of his friend's offered hand, and allowed himself to be lead around the area.
"Don't worry about not selling everything," Selphie says when the crowd has thinned. "I'll buy whatever is left over."
Squall snickered at that, saying in a playful tone with sincere words. "Just don't eat any of them."
"Ahaha, are they really that bad?"
"I'll put it to you this way, when those people unwrap them a skull and cross bones will appear in a vapor cloud."
Selphie laughed merrily at the thought. Calming down, she then asked. "Has Irvine called yet?"
"Once, when they arrived in Deling." He paused then went on. "He was complaining about sharing a room with Phineas and Rakuta."
"Mmm." She intoned thoughtfully. "I'm sure they're still in the tomb; no cell service; no food, or general sense of direction."
"Yeah. And if Irvine decides that letting the team be lost until they find their own way through it, they'll be gone for a month."
"Irvine would help them... eventually." Seeing a customer walk up, she greets them with a "Hello" then starts her swindle all over again.
Squall let himself be seen and not heard, knowing that his friend could do a good job all on her own. Its only been a day since Irvine's left, and he's already wondering when he'll be back. Missing people is really a bad habit of his. Squall wondered if he'd ever break out of it? He could blame Ellone for it, but what good would blaming someone do when he's the one allowing it to go on? Nevermind the enabler who put the initial action there. Squall hadn't realized that he'd closed his eyes until they opened to look around the crowd for Kait and whomever that kid was.
He spots his son at table five, buying a slice of strawberry iced cake. He and that boy whisper about something before he shovels the piece into his mouth, then goes back for another slice. Kait pulled off the first layer of the cake and ate it. The rest is being wrapped, with a paper plate underneath it, in plastic before its given to him. Squall wondered how many tables his son had been putting that scheme to use at. Judging by the chocolate around that other kid's mouth, he'd been doing the same. He wondered if he was ever like that at eight?
# #
Mara tramped through the woods for as long as daylight held up, but she turned back before the sun went down completely; returning to the hotel, she ordered room service and waited around for her food to come up. Tomorrow for sure. She was going to start bright and early in search of her son and her husband. They must still be out there - - wouldn't she have heard something from one of them by now, though? What if they are dead? Both of them? Than what? How will she go on, when knowing what's happened to them? No. It's better to think positively.
A knock at the door brought her from her thoughts. Getting up, she heads over to the door pulling it open for the employee.
"Hello, ma'am. Where can I put this?"
"Over by the bed, thanks." She stood aside.
The waiter walked in pushing a cart, with two covered trays sitting on top of it. He placed it near the bed then locked the wheels into place, to keep it from moving.
Watching the man, Mara looked over to a laptop computer on the desk. "Excuse me? Can you help me with this, please? If it's not a bother."
"The laptop? Is something wrong with it? We have a technician?"
"Oh no, its nothing like that. I wanted to know how to operate it - - use it? I've never been on a computer before, and I thought that maybe it would help me for something I need to look up. That's what they're used for, right?"
The man nods, an odd smile on his face recalling what he used his computer for. Snapping out of his thoughts; a professional look coming back across his face, he walked over to the desk and turned it on. "Here, see..." He points to the button when the woman came over. "You turn it on with this button. And to turn it off you click this button here, by using this mouse, see..."
"Yes."
The waiter showed her how to open a search site, then he bid her a farewell after telling her how to close everything out, once she was done. Taking a seat at the desk, she looked at the screen. Thinking, she quickly types in a date. A bunch of things came up, but none of the sites sounded like what she's been looking for. Maybe if she typed in newspaper articles from back then. No. How would that help? Why is this so hard? Shouldn't she be able to go... She suddenly stood up, a thought hit her like a ton of bricks. She can ask around! Surely someone's... No. Taking a seat back in the chair; she typed into the small search bar to try the newspaper articles.
'You can't just ask cops about things like that. Not from that long ago, they'll think you're insane.' She scolds herself. But dammit, she feels so lost. As if there isn't anyone in this world who could possibly help her. Maybe she should have just stayed in Great Plains of Galbadia, start a new life, maybe even a new family.
If this doesn't work out... could she really do that, though?
# #
"Did you have a good time, eating the amount of a full cake from all the stuff you bought?" Squall poked his son's potbelly tummy.
"Uh-huh." A sly smile spread across his face. "And I only ate one thing, like you said." Turning the knob on the door, he pushes it open. "Nibbles don't count."
"Really?"
"Mhm. Ask aunt Selphie and Rinoa, they know."
Walking into their home, they remove their light jackets and sneakers at the door. Kait heads for his bedroom, after setting down his desserts on the kitchen counter. Squall went into the kitchen. He had no clue what they were gonna eat for dinner. It had to be something easy, though.
'I should have just let him fill up on cake.' He concluded.
"Can we have tacos for dinner?" Kait called; judging by the echo surrounding his words he's is now in the bathroom.
"I'll have to go out to get them." Replied Squall. "You wanna sit over with Seifer and Zell, or can you watch yourself?"
Walking into the living, drying his hands on his t-shirt, he bounced on the couch. "Can I leave all the lights on?"
"You can leave all the living room lights on." He's slipping his feet back into his boots. "Why? Don't tell me that you're afraid of the dark?"
Kait fidgets uncomfortably. "Its not that I'm afraid... its just different when you're not here."
"Oh." After what happened between his son and Imari when Kait was four, he can understand his hesitance towards being alone. Pulling out his spare cellphone, he hands to Kait. "Here, I'll leave it on video."
"Oooh." He marvelled.
"You can see me, and I can see you." He turned his phone so that the lense is aiming at him. "Are you good?"
"Yeah."
Squall believed that. Kait seemed genuinely shocked by the phone thing; he can already see a million and one ideas running through the boy's head over what to do with it. Smiling, he shook his head. "You can record stuff with this button, and watch it over by clicking review. The rest explains itself." Tousling his son's hair, he got up from his seat on the couch then walked to the front door. "I'll be gone ten minutes at the least, so I'll tell Seifer or Zell to call or come over if I'm any longer. Okay?"
"Okay."
The front door closed after his departure. Kait watched a shot of the street on the screen. Streetlights are on; the noise of the town is gentle in the background. Kait watched his father take the path to Zell's place on Endive street. His father's fist came into view as it knocks against the door. Zell opened it a moment after; he looked shocked by the camera being held up to aim at him, until he sees Kait on the screen.
"Hey." He waves. "Making video footage?" He asked Squall.
"No. I'm getting dinner; can you check in for me if I'm not back in ten minutes?"
"Sure." Looking at the camera. "You want me to come over? Seifer's not back, and I'm all alone anyway."
"You can come over if you want to. We can record stuff, my daddy showed me how."
"Saweet. You can't beat technology, huh?"
Squall mouthed a "thank you", before walking away from the home. He can hear Zell close the front door to his apartment, then his hustled footsteps towards Tarot street. He'd turn his phone off once his friend got there. Everywhere in Balamb is walking distance, and within a good few minutes he'd made it to Taco Fiesta.
...
"Aaand record."
In a grangsta tone, the blond says into the camera. "Kait and Zell D. in the bathroom doing spit takes. Yeah, yeah."
"Wha-whaat?" Kait mimics.
The two chuckle at their bang-on impersonation of gangster before lifting their glass to their mouth.
"Ready?" He tilted his head back to get a gulp of water, and holding it in his mouth, Kait says. "Go!"
He and Zell pressed their lips together and blew the water out at the wall. Taking another gulp they repeat this, and again until their glasses are empty. The two break into a fit of laughter, wiping their mouths and chins of any spillage.
"Let's watch it over." Kait points to the camera.
"Yeah." Cocking his head, he watched the scene play back.
Again the two laugh, only much harder watching themselves over.
"Excellent spit takes, Kait." He held out a hand.
"Thank you. Yours are good too, I like the distance you cleared."
Nodding, he says. "Good thing we did it over the tub. That could have made a mess."
"Ahaha, yeah. Hey, you wanna record us playing with toys? We can play zoo."
"Yeah!"
They exit the bathroom, heading into the boy's bedroom.
...
Squall passed the train station with a feeling that he's being followed. Looking over his shoulder he spots a shadow lurking in the darkness. Rolling his eyes, he continued toward his home. He didn't have time for this. But apparently the stalker did. Footsteps sound behind him, moving closer and closer until...
"Your money or your life?" Says a deep sultry voice.
"So take it. Maybe you can buy a better wardrobe."
"Hn. You're such a dick Leonhart." Seifer moved to stand beside him. "You never play along, right."
"I'm too old to play things."
"Yeah right, I saw all that shit in your closet marked: KEEP OFF." He pinched his rival on the butt; laughing at the annoyed glare and shoved it earned him. "Kinneas isn't back yet?"
"No. It's only been a day. They'll probably be gone a week - - and what does that have to do with anything?"
"Just trying to figure out why you're in such a pissy mood."
"I'm not."
"Could have fooled me."
Squall shrugged. Walking along quietly a moment; he mentions, when seeing Seifer turning to the street where he and Zell live. "He's at me place."
"Why? Oh right, the brat."
"I'll tell him you're back."
"Thank you." He said dramatically. Seeing as Squall's still within earshot, he adds. "The mission went great, by the way. It's just too bad you don't have a team yourself, because mine would kick yours' asses... just like I always kick yours."
Squall rolled his eyes. Last thing he wanted was worshippers. That was all that those teams were: the gunblade enthusiast, the shooters, the 'Mittens' as they've called themselves. Every one of them. Squall is satisfied with the love he gets at home, he doesn't need anyone else.
"We should spar again sometime!" He raised his voice seeing that Squall's back is disappearing.
The brunet raised the white bag, giving it a shake to indicate a reply of: yes.
Zell left once he walked through the door; he swiped a fish taco and a packet of salsa then said his goodbye. The Leonharts occupied the couch, having their dinner in front of the television so Kait can watch The Misadventures of Flapjack. One of his favorite shows. Once the meal was cleaned up, and the show over, the two played Tic-tac-toe before getting ready for bed. Kait bathed first in the tub. Squall second in the shower, after washing it out. Once saying goodnight, he walked into the livingroom to lock the front door, then he went to his room and climbed into bed awaiting sleep. He has his spare phone, and watched the videos of Kait and Zell messing around in the bathroom with a smile.
Kait and Irvine do spit-takes as well. They always end it with spitting in each others faces, though. They're too goofy for their own good sometimes. The next video was of Kait and Zell playing zoo with the toy animals his son has. He'll have to ask Selphie about lending Kait a video camera, or he'll never see his phone again. Sending the feed to Irvine's phone he then turned it off, then set it down on the desk. Lying on his side, he closed his eyes then drifted off.
# #
Mara's blood stilled when she's read the article. It was on the front page, because two men from the Balamb military found him; her husband was found dead in the forest eight years ago. She can't believe that Martin really is dead. Her mind swam over all the days she and her husband had spent together, laughing, crying, making plans for a child. First dates, and the last one they had been on; she never realized how sharp her memories really were until now. Seeing all these flashes... Martin had loved her since college. He had always had this crush on her; she'd thought it was just boy hormones raging out of control, but he was serious. And before she knew it, she was getting picked up for dates, called for some bonding chats. Those were the most romantic days of her life, but they're all over now... True, she had been absent from her husband for eight years, but to find out that he's dead...
It said nothing about a baby. Her son. So what happened to him? Did a monster eat him? Did he die of starvation? Mara isn't even sure of what her husband had done with their baby. On that day, she can only remember that he was out of Martin's arms, leaving only the two of them running along the path.
'Maybe I should check the adoption agency here. They might know something. If those men found Martin, they could have found our baby as well.' Getting out of her seat, she walked to the door with stiff limbs. It was almost like her frozen heart had washed over her entire body, making it hard to move properly, but she continued moving forward.
Food long since abandoned the moment it came into the room, the rich smell of it lingering in the air like a heavy steak scented fog, the broccoli was the worst addition to it. The frazzled woman walked out into the hall, closing the door after her. Heading for the elevator, she pushed the button for the lobby once inside. She'd been getting curious stares the moment she'd walked into town, so having the receptionist behind the desk eye her on the way out wasn't a big deal.
# #
Zell shoved his hips back, his forehead pressing into the door frame when Seifer's arm hooked around his waist to get a better shove in and out. The sweat on their bodies stuck them together for seconds and over again, each time they touch in the rocking.
"Aah!" Zell reached his arms over his head, hooking them around the back Seifer's neck.
Raising his legs, he straddled the door frame with help staying up from Seifer gripping him with arms hooked beneath the back of his thighs, and he took a step closer in to ram him. Zell groaned when their slow thumps switched into overdrive. The slapping sounds echoed through the room, their pants and moans combing between it. The shorter blond tipped his head back a bit, and his tongue flicked out giving a lick to the underside of Seifer's chin, before engaging deeply in the kiss.
The martial artist wished that the door frame were a bit softer, though; having his wood slapping into actual wood was not nearly as enjoyable as it is with flesh, but its not bad either when from time to time during the shocks of pleasure from behind, Seifer's moistened hand strokes up and down the length.
Seifer wondered if he should tell Zell just how much he gets off on that tattoo of his. He'd always wanted the blond to get another one, but he didn't bring it up. It wasn't the kind of thing you talk about, because its just so stupid. He'd always sort of hoped that Zell would just get something else on his own, but it hasn't happened so far. Breaking the kiss, his teeth clamp down on Zell's shoulder grazing the skin, he suckled at the burning pinch.
Zell's legs shook with weakness from pleasure. It's hard to last when they go in for your weakness. He doesn't mind the rough stuff, he sometimes prefers a good fuck with heavy biting. Something about having his rivals teeth sunken into him, really gets him going. It's all over when Seifer's hand grips his member; both men sound a pleasured hum as the rhythm picks up until they're driven over the edge.
...
Toweling his hair dry, Zell asked. "How'd the mission go? Your team catch the monster?" He said "Monster" with air quotes, knowing that it was only mechanical things and a released Esper, that's under Seifer's control.
"Yes, they did." He sounds very proud. "I'm gonna have the strongest team in Garden, those idiots are gonna be the future me of that place."
"No kidding? You know, my team is pretty badass, as well." He plopped down on the bed, lying on his stomach. "They could beat the shit out of your team - - just take away the gunblades and what have you got?"
"Magic." He slaps his palm to Zell's forehead.
"Are they any good at casting? You know a failed spell could get you killed," he snaps his fingers for emphasis. "just like that."
Glaring, he rolled his eyes. "Trust me, they'd win." He climbed under the cover and laid down. "Now get to bed, Zell. You'll need your rest for the chicken squad tomorrow."
"Ha ha." He climbed in beside him, snuggling against the largeness of his lover. "You're just jealous of them." His muffled tone says into Seifer's chest. "I should make an obstacle course or something.. test the skill of those hazards of yours."
"Sounds intriguing. Why not take them to the training center and see whose really got the best team, based on the death toll."
"Okay. But don't cry or bitch, when they lose."
"Don't worry, Dinky. You're a big boy, you won't."
"Asshole."
"Chicken Wuss."
Shaking his head, he smiled. "We get a vacation when Irvine comes back. Squall says we're going to the orphanage."
"There's a sweet deal." He says sarcastically. "Here we have dozens of places to go, modern, heat and electricity provided places, and you're excited to go to a stone house."
"Hell yeah. It'll be great going back, like a mini-reunion."
Snickering, Seifer says. "Everything with you is miniature, Zell."
Zell chuckled softly. "I'll let it go, only because I like hearing you actually call me by my name."
"Really?"
"Mhm." He moved forward planting a sleepy kiss to his lover's lips.
Wrapping his arms around the shorter blond, he rests his chin on top of Zell's head. "Fine. I'll get excited."
"Good."
"But only for you."
"Yeah right. I know you're gonna be out there, puffing up your chest and calling Squall out." He sighed as sleep drowned his senses. "Its what you do."
"Mhm. Goodnight, Dinky."
"Goodnight, Oversized."
# #
"So, there haven't been any children registered here, eight years ago; it would have been a baby, of seven months old." Mara's expression is desperate and pleading for the woman to think harder and give her a different answer than the: No, she had gotten a moment ago.
"That's what I said. If any baby was found back then, the person must have kept it for themselves."
"Him." Mara snapped. "My baby is a boy. His name is Miles, and he's... he was just an infant."
"I'm sorry, ma'am." Replied the receptionist, already over the tears. She's been working this job for twenty eight years and has seen and heard it all. Frankly, with the way these children crowd the place, she'd of been more than happy to pick out the brat for this woman to take away from here, but that simply was not going to happen. They don't even have any eight year old children here right now. "But if the person who found your son isn't here, they may have taken him to another agency."
Mara thought that sounded possible. After all, they're military men from Balamb, they could have taken Miles there. Defeated from this outing, she nods to the woman. "Thank you very much. I'll be going now."
"Hope you find your kid." Though it sounded almost rude.
"Yes, thank you." Too emotionally drained to care how she were talked to.
So far, this step into a new life was not going well. She had honestly hoped to find her husband alive and well, living in the same sort of situation as she had been - - well, maybe not exactly like she had been living, but close. He would have Miles with him; they would talk, and become a family again. That was the scenario she played out in her head over and over since leaving that place.
'He's eight now...' Her eyes go up to the starry sky. A pleasant smile washed over her face without her control of it.
To think of her son, grown up and happy - she hopes very much that he's happy. He'll see her and instantly know whom she is to him. They'll hug, and he'll ask his parents to go home with her, his real mother. They'll be sad at first, but they can't deny the truth or the situation that lead to it. Miles will be back with her.
Martin... she would have wanted to be with him, but... No. Forget that now. As long as Miles is ok, then she has something to live for. She'll have to buy a ticket now, for Balamb. Hopefully it will be a short trip, and hopefully someone there can give her some information to steer her in the right direction.
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