Final Fantasy: Something Missing

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Here we go! A ship that's been dead for who knows how long yet here I stand writing one...
Lol I'm a lost cause

Fic will not be long just a short romance enjoy

~Chapter 1~

The wind blew across grassy plains, a golden light flickering over the vast greenery of the mountains. In the middle, stood an idle man, seated in one of the many patches. His hand stretched down gripping the slick grass as he pulled lightly, his eyes shut as he let the breeze blow his messy long-layered brown locks.

Sighing he felt his body shiver at the ever-changing climate. Grey-blues opened half-lidded scanning his surroundings as the sun began to set.

Slowly rising the man fitted his fur-trimmed short jacket and swept his leather tights. (I wonder if it will be another empty day...) He thought, moving a hand to grip his gunblades leather-bound handle.

Looking down, a storm was held within his narrowed gaze as he thought more intently. (But, any day alone is better than that prison of a position.)

The lion took a deep breath, flicking his overgrown mop behind his neck.

It had been multiple years since the war had ended and the poor Lion of Balamb Garden was tired of being made the commander. Tired of being forced with that heroic position they pushed down his throat just because he happened to be at the right place at the "right" time.

He hated it.

The attention.

The expectations...

The days and hours away from the field...

He had let them take 5 years of his life, living how they chose and saw fit. Though he had his friends and old family members from the orphanage, it never felt right.

(Not without him.)

Walking again, he strode down the path jumping down the small hills into a forest-covered walkway. The sun was almost set by now, his all-consuming thoughts proving to consume more than just his reality but the time around him as well. It took no time for dusk to hit.

This happened at a constant rate. Time passed far too quickly, the days seeming emptier each time. No goal, no path, nothing he deemed worthy in his life... He never meant to abandon Garden, but, he couldn't stay another day trapped in the confines of someone else's life.

Slender legs came to a halt as rustling nearby was heard. Visibly tensing, his arm flexed as he roughly gripped the hilt of his blade once more, his eyes cold and intense.

Tumbling out came an elderly man with a basket on his back, vegetables visible at the top as the seemingly frail man stood in what seemed to now be a permanent hunch. Probably caused by the years of straining his back. Relaxing his stance, Squall stood straight, his cold demeanour never leaving his eyes as his isolated nature showed.

The older man who finally looked up seemed unfazed and smiled broadly. "Oh! Did I scare you, young man?" Ke kindly asked, a joking manner hidden within those words.

Slightly limping to the brunet he continued to smile. "My my, you don't look like you belong here. You a wanderer?" Squall stood silent, his brows lowering in thought. His mind debated whether or not to indulge in this man's conversation or ignore him.

Squall took a closer look at the elders' features and noticed an upheld leg. The knee was bent away from the floor as if trying to keep from the ground's collision. With further inspection, Leonhart could see a wound on the poor man's leg- a slit across his inner calf.