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Walking In Darkness	By : laughingwolfgirl Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 658 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Walking In Darkness

Prologue:

Pain, it
seemed was all he knew, pain that seemed never-ending. Pain kept him alive and
robbed him of his will at the same time. Pain was his constant companion, at
least till blissful unconsciousness became his new best friend and silence
overrode the screaming he heard surrounding him constantly.

Consciousness
came slowly, spoon-fed in teasing drips of memories. Battles, screams of the
dead and dying, all jockeyed for position in the frontal lobe of his brain,
which made him whimper. The next memory that came was the smile on the face of
a beautiful dark haired girl, a welcome smile that started on full coral lips
and spread to light up her dark eyes that seemed to sing full of joy. He could have stayed there,
remembering just that, but other faces flashed at him; a longhaired elegant
blonde woman looking at him haughtily, almost expectantly, and then
disappointedly as if he just never quite measured up to her standards.� Then there was another blonde, this one a
male, who wore a snarl and black tribal-looking markings that dominated one
side of his smallish face. The kid seemed to want to fight, always bouncing
around with his fists up at the ready, but it filled him with a need to laugh
at the kid rather than fight. Next came a perky happy girl with short brown
hair that bounced along with the rest of her. Her happiness seemed to be
infectious, her lips always seemed to be moving, except he heard nothing.

A small
dark haired boy stood on a beach, shoulder-length hair blowing with the wind
and back into the elfin looking boy�s face. The boy turned to face him and the
vulnerability that sparked on that seemingly perfect visage flashed as the face
fleshed out, becoming older, and much colder, and yet, that same vulnerability
remained in those eyes, they spoke to him, called to him, he tried reaching
out, holding out a hand, tried calling out out, only he couldn�t remember the
boy�s name, and the sky behind the man-boy grew darker, as the winds picked up.
A storm was coming. The waves looked as if they�d devour the young man. He
tried to warn him once again, calling out while trying to run to the boy
reaching out to the kid, to reach him in some way. He couldn�t seem to reach
the other boy, as if the beach began to stretch itself out as he ran, like a
long hallway from a bad dream. And no matter how hard he ran, it did him no
good.

Frustration
ate at him as he grit his teeth, the muscles in his jaw protesting the
injustice of it.� There beyond the
fragments of memories he saw, he knew there was truth waiting to be found.
These people, he knew them, knew their names, knew details about them that
would give him greater insights into what made them tick. It was all there! He
could feel it, if only he could just remember.

Looking
back out toward the sea, the waves were picking up and dark clouds filled the
sky, while lightning danced exotically, vying for attention like a prostitute
working a street corner. It promised to be a strong squall coming in and he
looked back at the boy standing there at the edge of the shoreline, seemingly
oblivious, with no way to convey to the man-boy before him that it was coming
directly for him. He tried to call out about the squall, cupping his hands
around his mouth, tried to yell �There�s a squall coming�can�t you tell�it�s a
�SQUALL!!!�

His name
was Squall!�

He
screamed out the kid�s name, trying his hardest to gain his attention, again he
tried running toward Squall on an endless cycle of never getting closer never
seeming to reach the boy, who suddenly flashed back to the child and then back
to the man, back and forth, a broken record stuck and playing itself over and
over�

�Squall�Squall��

The
sounds were the first to break through his memory-full of dreams. The beeps and
chirping of computers running, along with the something that sounded like
bubbles in water, moving upward, muffled voices, indecipherable words all
echoed into his mind.� It all tugged at
his subconscious pushing him further and further into awareness�he struggled to
open his eyes and see, struggled to push through fully and take control. He
needed to be in control, of himself, of his surroundings. Something. He needed
to know what was going on. Where he was.

Who he
was�

He
couldn�t recall who he was.

Panic
began to set in, deep in his chest, building faster, helping awareness conquer
his subconscious.

The
sounds of rapid beeping, of muffled distorted voices fiddled at the edge of his
mind.

�Doctor
Breaken, Test Subject 01 is regaining consciousness. His E.E.G. readings are
elevating rapidly. �

�Doctor,
there seems to be some sort of abnormality, I really think you should come and
see this, he�s bleeding from his scar I believe.�

�Quickly,
give him 30 cc�s and get him sedated. We�ll move him to lab b and run some
tests, while his tank is being cleaned. We can�t have the solution contaminated
by his blood. I want to know why he continues to bleed as he does. The boy is
truly as stubborn as I was told.� I
would hate to have anything happen to him before we have yet to test all of the
modifications we�ve done.�

His mind
rebelled while trying to awaken fully and the tapping against glass gave him
something to focus on.� He even tried to
open his eyes, anything that would give him some clue as to what was going on,
or where he was. He wanted to remember the faces in his dreams.� Everything became sluggish as the will to
fight was falling from his grasp, and each face slipped away, forgotten once
more. All but the small boy, holding out a hand, standing on a beach with eyes
like a stormy sky�

Holding
out a hand entreatingly�

�Squall�.�
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