Final Fantasy: Something Missing

Accidental or Coincidence

~Chapter 2~

The waking world breached shut stormy-blue eyes, the owner letting out a soft sigh in response. Trying to move his weight, Squall found he had trouble with shifting? something kept his movements to a minimum?

It was too warm right now, whatever it was wrapped around him, making him hotter the longer he stood entangled. It annoyed him to no end... But he was sore.

He had very little desire to try and untangle until an ongoing heat kept burning up his face though... The irritations just grew and grew as sunlight bore into his flesh.

Groaning with complaint Leonhart's eyes flickered open just to shut again from the shier brightens of opened blinds. Grumbling Squall rose up to sit against a wooden headboard, pushing the thinned sheets twirled around himself off till his feet, kicking them off when it took too long to push down. Those were what had restricted him.

Brown lashes fluttered as he tried to adjust to the bright lighting again, his head filled with consistent thrumming, his body humming with dull pain.

Taking a few deep breaths, stormy hues move about, assessing their surroundings. The room they were currently held in was wooden all around, the ceiling a curved dome-like shape. A large and all rounded window circled the very large room with two sections etched into the short wall, its height only about five feet before the curves escalated it to ten.

The top portion of the glass windows was pulled down to let in the sunlight and breeze. The room almost looked to be just a half sphere when he realized belatedly the two walls left, both the same height of the ceiling, a door on each corner, one showing stairs the other closed.

Done with his assessment, firm hands grasped the soft cushion beneath himself, then he looked down at the oversized bed he rested in. Its placement was held at the center of what seemed to be a master bedroom, if even, with its massive size.

Wooden carved tables and drawers were all around, decorated with symmetry until the two walls and doors he saw before where a single weapon rack stood mostly centered near the slightly ajar door.

Pushing off, Leonhart felt curiosity prickle his mind at the sight of multiple gunblades, his own near them, hung decoratively? The memories he had of yesterday's events were somewhat blurred and hazy. Nothing solid enough to grasp his current predicament.

Ready to investigate more, Leonhart slid off the large white cube bed, an odd feeling slipping down his legs as the wind blew by..? Eyes going wide at the realization that that feeling was his clothes slipping off, his hand raced down to grip the hem of soft pajama pants and pulled the very baggy cloth back up, blushing slightly.

Met with more bafflement, Squall glanced down to see that these pants were surely not his own... But someone who was much larger. The lack of a shirt made him feel slightly more on edge too, In its place being multiple bandages.

Sighing, Squall ran a hand through his madly tousled brown locks, the mop greasy and still dirty with sweat... Knowing he either needed a change of clothes or something to hold the jeans up, he walked to the two doors. Stopping, he looked back to notice a third door... But it was all the way across and behind the bed, why not try the ones before him?

Settling with that plan he opened the wooden entree with caution, met with white tile. Reaching inside and pressing the wall for a switch, a light suddenly flickered inside stunning him for a moment. Adjusted, he reopened his eyes and sighed.

It seems this was the restroom and although he desperately needed a bath, now was not the time. Ready to backtrack for the third door, something caught his eye. There, on the sink, he could see a black rubble band, long orange strands around it.