Final Fantasy: Something Missing

Still existent Rivalry

Walking through the busy small town Squall felt at peace. No one bothered him, stalked his every move with expectations he could never fill: No one to haunted him with questions of the war. No one to taunt and ridicule him for his age and appearance as commander. Saying pointless insults about how he was too young, and that his appearance does not fit the job description... Not that his current one was any better. God knows how the paparazzi would respond to seeing him wear the clothes of the very enemy he fought to the death just a few years ago.

Sighing, Squall looked down, frowning at his appearance. It wasn't like him to wear these kinds of clothes, but he had no choice. The Chimera ripped his old suit and the rest were just as dirty and thrashed... All that was left was whatever Seifer could give him, and considering the still very apparent size difference, that was a challenge. Attention shifting off he somehow ended up passing reflective glass. The long see-thru surface reflected his appearance clearly.

His lips parted a moment as he eyed himself. He was about the same size as Seifer from then, it had just dawned on him now, how much he really aged... How much time had actually passed? Walking to the glass he let his palm press against it looking down, his expression hollow. This appearance... These clothes... It brought back so many memories, good and bad. And he didn't know how to handle it. Eyes slowly looking up he saw his own face, brown strands neatly pulled back into a ponytail, scar completely in view; tracing the marking reality came rushing back. He was in the present, not locked in the past...

Looking further he could see the blonde's reflection as well, jaded eyes looking at him with a similar expression to his own. Slowly he turned back and felt a small smile grace him. The other seemed thrown off but he didn't care. "Funny..." Squall began, walking to the other, his hand coming up to trace the older male's scar like he did his own moments ago. But he didn't continue his sentence, just stood silent and watched the other, his stormy eyes flickering as they intensely watched jaded irises with some sort of confirmation. The eyes of the owner seeming to make sure this moment was real.

Realizing what the brunet was thinking, Seifer grabbed the youngers slender wrist pulling the hand down and slightly away. "Yeah... I'm real Leonhart..." He clarified.

Nodding Squall hummed and pulled his hand back to continue his walk ahead, his fingers rubbing his wrist attentively. "So you are."

The two had walked in silence after that, neither seeming to want to talk. Instead, they settled for walking side by side. Almasy couldn't help smiling as he noticed the trailing eyes. Squall was too busy in his thoughts, fingers gripping his own chin as he seemed to debate on things, his body walking on auto drive. But Seifer, he was watching all around and he knew it was bound to happen.

Whenever he walked he always turned heads. He knew he was a sex god and he had delivered on that to quite a few people in this city. But now, the fact that Squall, an equally attractive but more beautiful man was walking by his side, he knew jaws were bound to drop. Pride hit him as his vibrant eyes looked down at the still distracted lion. "So oblivious," he muttered.

Squall who barely caught the comment stilled to movements as he felt an odd question swarm him. Then he looked up at the giant beside him. "Where are we going?" He asked, gaining the others attention again, the smug smirk starting to annoy him.

Seifer glanced at him then back up, shoving his hands into his pants pockets. "Hm, good question... Was just having us explore and get fresh air." turning to look back at blues he tilts himself to lean over the other. "Do you want to be going somewhere?" He teased seeing the lion become irked.

Turning away Leonhart frowned "I don't enjoy wasting time doing pointless things." He lashed out, voice low and uninterested in the current situation.

Seifer sighed, grabbing thin shoulders to pull the smaller male close as he pats the brunet continuously. "Yeah well. Think of it as an adventure and tour of the town. If you plan to stay for a while, get acquainted."