The Memory Remains

BY : Vovo
Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male
Dragon prints: 688
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII, Samurai Warriors, SoulCalibur and its characters are not my property, they belong to Square-Enix, Koei and Namco repectively. I don't receive any profit from writing this fanfiction.


READ BEFORE PROCEEDING: This story will have mature content like sexual abuse, torture and violence. I thought it would be a one-shot when I started writing, but then I realized it was getting too long. I decided to split it into 6 chapters, so most of the warnings apply to later chapters. This first chapter is more like an introduction to the story, so it's shorter. I really like to develop the plot of my stories, so if you are here only for the sex scene, it's better to come back later. However, I must warn you that the sex scene was written based on what is developed in the story.

Another thing I wanted to clarify is that it's not a songfic. The story has nothing to do with any song, except for the title.

I speak English as a second language and I received the help from Nightlore, who worked as my beta-reader. I really have to thank him for all the support and for all the things he told me to make this a better story. Nightlore's been very patient with me through all this time. I also have to thank Ficklefreckle for the help when I was writing this story and SeiferAlmasy'sLover86 for encouraging me not to stop writing Seifer x Squall fanfics. I've been really worried to post this story, because it's different from the other ones I wrote and I didn't know if they would like it.

The Memory Remains

Chapter 1

"Are you busy, Squall?"

The brunet looked through the window of his office and saw the brightness of the day diminish with the approaching night. "Not really," he answered shortly on the phone and waited for what Rinoa wanted to tell him.

"Do you think you can pick me up tonight? I think it'd be nice if we went out for dinner. What do you think?" the girl asked sweetly.


"I almost thought you were going to say 'no, I have work to do'," the young woman giggled, "But I'm happy we're going out tonight. It'll be fun, you'll see. So... do you think it will take long for you to finish your work?"

"I'm almost finished. I'll call when I'm ready."

"Okay..." There was a brief pause. "I'll be waiting for you then."

"See you later."

Squall put his cell phone back in his pocket and checked some details about a few missions before putting the reports neatly on his table. He decided his work for the day was done and stared at his office's door before standing up to leave the place. Squall walked to the door's direction, but he didn't need to open it, someone else did it for him. "I hope you don't mind that I didn't knock..." the blonde instructor said, "Oh you're leaving already?"

Squall crossed his arms in front of his chest and gazed briefly at some point in the corridor, "Yeah."

He then looked back at Quistis and saw she was carrying a folder with her, "Is it something important?"

"I think you'd like to take a look at this," Quistis said in a hushed tone. "Can we talk for a moment?"

"Sure." Squall went back to his desk and sat on his leather chair, assuming the discussion would take a while.

After the Soreceress War, Quistis had received back her instructor's license and, as the years passed, she had been appointed to higher positions in Garden. She was then Cid's assessor, so all the missions passed through her hands before being sent to the headmaster for approval.

Quistis closed the door, put the folder on the desk and sat in the chair opposite from Squall. "Take a look," she glanced at the report.

Squall picked the folder and examined what was written on the white paper. It seemed to be an average mission; there was nothing that caught his attention, until he read a certain name. "Leviathan?"

"Yes... Leviathan."

Squall remained silent for a moment, feeling like something awakened in him, like an electric current passed briefly through his body. "Does anyone else know about this mission?" he finally asked.

"No, just you and me."

There was another brief silence, before Squall said, "I'll take this mission."

"I knew you would." Quistis stood up and walked toward the door. She stopped for a moment, but didn't turn to look at Squall when she said "See you later."

Then she was gone. Squall found himself alone in a silent office. It was already dark, but he didn't bother to turn on the lights. He sat there and observed the shadows of the furniture on the floor and walls while he was held prisoner by his thoughts. Suddenly, he picked his cell phone and waited for the other person to pick up the call. "I think I won't be able to take you to dinner tonight."


Squall observed the movement of the streets in that calm afternoon when he felt a soothing smell reach his nostrils. He stared at the thin lines of smoke that ascended in the air and realized the waiter had served his coffee. The dark liquid twirled lovingly as he guided the cup to his mouth. He took a sip and felt it calm him down. Then the brunet stared once again at the streets of that gracious city. He had arrived in Dollet some hours before and after he checked some details about his mission in his hotel room, he decided to wait at that café. It was closer to the place he should go that night, he just had to wait for a few hours until he could take his plan into action.


"So guys, I'm outta here," the tall blond said to his co-workers as he headed to the exit of the weapon's store.

"So soon, Adrian?" a dark-haired man in white clothes asked as he carried some boxes through the store. He was shorter than the blond and had a muscular body and lightly tanned skin. His black hair was slicked back, except for a large bang that fell over his face.

The blond turned his scarred face to his colleague's direction and smirked slightly. "Yeah, boss wanted me to come earlier, so I told him I should leave earlier too."

"I told you he favors him," a man leaned over the counter said. He was wearing leather pants and gloves, and a purposely torn blue kimono covered one side of his chest and shoulder. He had a bluish tattoo on one side of his face and some section of his body. To complete his distinctive look, the frontal part of his hair was white and some locks fell over one side of his face, contrasting with the rest of his dark hair.

"Maybe because I'm his best employee..." the blond smirked even more, before he remembered something. "Hey, I was watching something on the TV and I found out where you got your nickname from."

The man blinked in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"The anchor guy with the white hair, the badass pirate, his name was Motochika."

"Oh, I got it..." Motochika rolled his eyes. "But I didn't get the name because of him, I was always called Motochika, you know... my parents."

"I thought Motochika was your stage name or something... Well..." The blond turned again to the door's direction. "See you tomorrow."

"Hey, Adrian, don't you wanna come to the bar with us later?" the man in white clothes asked.

"Oh, you know how he is, he never hangs out with anyone," Motochika said.

"Man, you need to go out more."

"I go out, Maxi" the blond said, starting to feel a little impatient.

"But never with us."

"I did sometimes, remember?" the blond tried to defend himself.

"Yeah," Maxi rolled his eyes. "Once," he looked at Motochika.

"Twice," the man with the rockstar style nodded. "Twice in what... two years?"

"I bet it was more," the blond said. "And I didn't work here for much more than a year."

"One year and a half," Maxi teased.

"Okay, guys, you're right, I don't hang out with you much, but I have my reasons."

"It's better be a good reason," Maxi smirked. "Is it a blonde or a brunette reason?"

"Maybe it's a red-head reason," Motochika smirked.

The blond rolled his eyes. "Okay, I'm seeing a brunette tonight."

"So you prefer brunettes?" Maxi asked with a smirk.

"Yeah, there's something about them," the scarred blond said with the hope the answer would satisfy his friend.

"Yeah... I know... There's something about them..." Maxi seemed to be lost in dreamy thoughts for a while.

"Okay, Adrian, we got it. Go meet your brunette and have a good time tonight." Motochika said with good humor and blinked at his tall co-worker.

The blond man laughed. "Okay, see you tomorrow, guys." He felt the chilling night air and was glad he could finally escape his workplace. The blond didn't like to lie to his colleagues, but he had no other option. He had been lying ever since he met them.

The streets were very calm that night. Just a few people walking back home after a work day. He lived in a small apartment close to the store, so he just needed to walk a few blocks. The young man went through a small alley, distracted as he thought about his dinner, when he saw another man standing in the way.

Suddenly the tall blond stopped all his movements and almost forgot how to breathe. Like a ghost from the past, a scarred brunet appeared in front of him. The lights of the lamppost flickered over the pale skin as the gray eyes stared at him attentively. The leather pants were the same, the white t-shirt was the same, the leather jacket seemed to be different, but the model was the same as the older one.

The blond remembered how to breathe again and inhaled deeply. The night air seemed even colder in his lungs, but it burned as it passed through his throat. His chest felt heavy and constricted painfully as a too small cage to a pounding heart. His green eyes seemed to lose their vivid color for a moment, before they shone again in desperate frustration and rage, "You came here to arrest me?"

"No, Seifer," the brunet's voice echoed through the alley. "We need to talk."

"You came all the way here just to talk," the blond said sarcastically.

"We can go to your place, if you wish."

"Wait a moment," Seifer took some heavy steps forward. "I didn't invite you."

Squall took a deep breath, rolled his eyes, shifted his weight on his legs and crossed his arms, before finally replying, "Then maybe I will have to 'arrest you'."

Seifer remained silent for a moment, studying Squall's expression. He could see that the boyish features of before were slowly disappearing, but he still had that smooth pale skin unharmed by the age. The only thing that maculated the perfection of his face was the scar that cut his forehead, the scar that mirrored his, the scar that was still a reminder that they shared something together.

"I don't have any other option, do I?" Seifer asked in a much softer tone of voice.

"So we can talk." It wasn't a question, but a statement. Squall started to walk again, slowly, until he heard Seifer following him.

"So you know where I live." It wasn't a question. Seifer saw the brunet guiding him through a way he took every day.

Squall didn't answer. He just stared ahead and fought against the oppressing chilling air. But, in fact, it wasn't the air that was oppressing, there was something else weighting down on him. He felt the presence of the blond beside him and felt a turbulent wave of emotions exploding inside him and then settling down as he forced then to freeze in his chest.

Just some more steps.

Soon they arrived at Seifer's apartment and the blond opened the door, not bothering to close it. He sat on the couch that was also his bed and waited for Squall to say what he wanted to say.

The brunet closed the door and stared at the blond. He hadn't changed that much. His hair was slightly longer and his clothes were different. He wasn't wearing his trademark trench coat or his choker anymore. Seifer was wearing a pair of denim pants and a white tee, very simple and ordinary, nothing that caught too much attention. The only thing that could call some attention to his appearance was the scar and maybe his good looks. He was as handsome as he had ever been, but he seemed a little more tired, like some of the light of a vivid youth was gone.

"You wanted to talk, so talk."

Squall stared around the place and found a single chair next to a small table. He sat and turned to Seifer's direction. "You work at Leviathan."


"They're involved with a criminal organization. They supply them with weapons and ammunition."

"So? Do you think I'm involved in this shit?"

"You're not," Squall stated. "But you don't seem surprised."

"I'm not, what can I do?"

"Did you notice anything suspicious?"

"Who doesn't do something suspicious at least once in their life? We were born in this world, it's reality, not a fairy tale. There are no angels here."

Squall stared deeply at Seifer and hesitated for a moment before continuing, "You work there, you can gather some information about their activities."

"Maybe I can, but why would I do this? Doing something against the people who hire me? Do you want me to lose my job?"

Squall pondered on his next words for a while. "I've been sent on a mission to investigate and end the activities of this organization. Leviathan will probably be down with it. You're already lost your job."

Suddenly a loud wave of laughter filled the small place. "Seriously, Squall? You come all the way here to tell me you're going to destroy the place I work before you do this. How considerate of you."

"I told you, you can help me in this mission. You'd receive a payment for your services."

"What? Do you think I need your money? Just because I live in this shithole? Why do you want to help me? You know you have no reason to help me," he stared deeply at Squall for a moment and felt suddenly weak looking at those blue eyes, but he eventually found his voice to speak again. "I don't need your pity. I never wanted it from you; or from anybody. So come on, bring me back to Garden. I'm a war criminal, get me back to confinement."

"If I wanted to do that, I'd have done it long before."

"You're telling me you're knew where I was all along?" Seifer saw Squall nod slightly. "And you've never done anything, even if Garden was responsible for me."

"For the records you're still confined under Garden's protection."

"So you're telling me you covered my escape and now you want to hire me?"

Squall remained silent for a brief moment, but then simply answered, "Yes."


Squall stared at Seifer and tried to find his reason. "Because I need inside information."

"You know you can do this on your own."

"But it would take time. If you do this, it'd be faster and easier."

"And what will you do with me after I give you the information you need?"

"You're free to go."

"I'm free to go... I'm free to go..." Seifer repeated the words, trying to see if he was convinced.

"So what do you say?"

Seifer turned his gaze away and shrugged, leaning back on the couch. "It's so unfair..." he whispered after some time of silence. "Things always go your way."



A/N: So this is the beginning of the story, how things start. I'll be spending some days in the US, but as soon as I get back from my vacation, I'll work on the second chapter. I already have it with the corrections from my beta, so I think it won't take long for me to post it.

I think some of you might have noticed that I used Maxi from SoulCalibur and Motochika from Samurai Warriors to make a special appearance. They won't be present in all the chapters. I had the option to create OCs for the role of Seifer's coworkers or use other characters. I chose the later because I felt guilty for not writing stories for them, so I wanted to feel what it was like it. Maybe they are OOC, but I hope they're not xD

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