Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Fractured Memory ❯ Prologue
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By: Linkin Fantasy 
It explains itself.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.27.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 527 | Status: Work In Progress
It explains itself.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.27.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 527 | Status: Work In Progress
My first Laguna/Squall and not the last. Its a short pov very sweet and low rated. R/R please I appreciate it!
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Fractured Memory
(Laguna pov)
One hard blow to the head and he was down. It sounds so meager a thing to take down the mighty Squall Leonhart. It probably wouldn't have happened if he were aware of the attack but he didn't see it coming. Now he's lying in a hospital bed unconscious. Its been an hour and he hasn't come to yet. They called me half an hour ago and I left a meeting early to be here. I can't say I wasn't in a panick when the doctor told me Squall was injured. Not just because he's my son but because...... well I have this strange attraction to him.
Its weird really but ever since I found out he was my son I haven't really felt like family to him. Besides the fact that I missed 17 years of his life but because there was another feeling there. One more upfront, a physical attraction like a man would typically have for a woman. I'm not really gay because I've loved woman and bedded them in my life but when I saw Squall, before I knew he was my son, it just hit me.
We were in Esthar in my palace discussing the war. His friends were there too but for some reason my attention remained on Squall. He was beautiful to say the least, fascinating too. He stood out amongst the others. Ever since then I've had this need for him, a want, something more than just being family. Its crazy but I can't shake it. I'm not really sure I want to either
Everytime we've been together since finding out we were blood I've wanted him more. As wrong as it sounds its true. It was hard enough admitting it and accepting it myself, how can I tell him? That'd be a death wish coming. So I keep my weird feelings to myself. Its really hard sometimes but I manage.
He looks so peaceful sleeping right now so young and fragile. My fingers are just itching to touch that smooth delicate skin. My hand unconciously reaches fowards to brush away strands of his hair. Just as soft as I imagined. Even with that awful scar he's handsome. Its obvious I think the world of my son. My own hero. He's been through alot in his short life and still manages to handle it all on his own. Which isn't really healthy and that just makes me want to take care of him more. He's like a mystery that I just have to unravel. I want to make all his problems disapear or atleast help him forget them for a good while.
My hand starts running down over his face, caressing the alabaster skin. My mind perversely wanders to thoughts of how his skin feels in other places. I'm no pervert though so taking advantage of him in this state is out of the question. Not that thoughts of him in a sexual situation hasn't crossed my mind on lonely late working nights.
I've been lonely for awhile now and despite my happy dispostion around everyone I'm just not as content as I used to be with my life. Time passes and people come and go, things change, I'm getting older. I've had this nagging need for attention in a more personal way lately. Longing for a love other than young girls crushes or admiring men. I want someone to share my life with again before its all over. I want Squall, my son.
Just then I felt him stirring against my hand and I moved it immediately. Watching his eyes scrunch closed more then his face relax I waited for him to wake up fully. He groaned and shifted in the bed arching his back a little. Even feeling weak and brittle his body was moving art work. His eyes opened slowly, first glancing around the room taking in the objects figuring out where he was. He tried to lift himself then fell back with a groan from discomfort.
"Always quick to go aren't you?" I asked humorously. He looked up and over at me. I could see a little surprise in his eyes. I guess he didn't expect his poor excuse for a father to be at his bedside.
"Where am I?" He asked. His voice was low and dry from the the sleep. "You're in the hospital in Balamb." I told him. "Oh." He seemed confused still and I figured he wasn't sure why he was in the hospital but there was more to it. Something about the way he looked at me felt wrong. "You were hit in the head by a t-rexor tail. I heard it got you off guard and you blacked out. By the time someone found you you were pretty mangled."
I waited for a reponse, some kind of snide remark or sarcasm from his weird sense of humor but nothing. I was really starting to worry now so I pushed the call button for the nurse to come in. I didn't wanna panick without knowing for sure if one of the worse things possible could have happened. Trying to sound as calm as possible I asked him, "Who am I?" I held my breath for the answer that was already taking to long. He looked away from me a second then back. "I don't know." "Shit." I got up and went to the door and called out for a doctor then went back to his side. "Squall are you sure you don't know who I am?" I asked again hoping he was playing a joke on me. His only response was a nod. Oh Hyne how could this happen, why did this happen?
I ran a hand over my face and turned to see the nurse and doctor come in. "He's got amnesia, he doesn't remember me. Do something." I ordered in a panick. "Calm down Mr. Loire, it might be a minor fracture and the amnesia could pass." The nurse said while the doctor looked Squall over. He started asking him a bunch of stupid questions none of which seemed neccessary. Telling him things he didn't understand.
Then it hit me like a jolt of lightning. Squall doesn't remember me, he doesn't know who I am. I've lost my son and for some reason that might not be a bad thing. This could be my chance to start over with him and make a real relationship. Maybe even tell him how I feel. Would it be wrong to charade him like that? I don't want to hurt him in any way but I also don't wanna lose him. What if his memory returns and he finds out what I've been doing and hates me forever or disowns me as his father even.
Burying my face in my hands I pulled them up through my hair. The doctor left Squall and came to talk to me. I couldn't really read his face at the moment so I decided to hold my reaction until he spoke. "Your son will be fine. Its short term amnesia and give or take a few days he'll remember everything slowly. Then things will be back to normal."
My heart lifted and sank at the same time. I'm more than glad he'll be o.k but that'll put me right back in the same situation of lonely desperation. Life with a son that doesn't really see me as a father. "Thank you doctor." I shook the mans hand and he gave me some medicine and instructions. "You can take him home tomorrow. I'd like to keep him over night for a few more test." "Yes sir." He nodded to me and left with the nurse following.
I walked back over to Squalls bed and kneeled beside it. His eyes cast downwards to look at me. I took one of his hands with an intetion to do something I might regret later or maybe I wouldn't. He looked at our hands then back at me, I waited for his eyes to meet mine before I spoke. I figure if he's going to get his memory back later maybe he'll forget what I'm about to say now.
"Squall you won't understand this now and probably won't later either but I need to tell you this now. Its something I've been keeping from you for awhile." I paused and his expression was still blankly confused. I sucked in a breath of confidence. "Squall...... I love you." Then I leaned up and kissed him. It was simple few second kiss. Very innocent and loving but explained a little more what I meant. I pulled away and stood up. After seeing his shocked and confused expression I squeezed his hand and let go walking out of the room.
Maybe it wasn't the right time or way but at least my mind can rest easy for a little while. The results of his fractured memory will be revealed someday.
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There's a chance if I'm not too lazy that this will turn into a continued story instead of ending there. Depends on what the people want. So let me know- Linkin
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Fractured Memory
(Laguna pov)
One hard blow to the head and he was down. It sounds so meager a thing to take down the mighty Squall Leonhart. It probably wouldn't have happened if he were aware of the attack but he didn't see it coming. Now he's lying in a hospital bed unconscious. Its been an hour and he hasn't come to yet. They called me half an hour ago and I left a meeting early to be here. I can't say I wasn't in a panick when the doctor told me Squall was injured. Not just because he's my son but because...... well I have this strange attraction to him.
Its weird really but ever since I found out he was my son I haven't really felt like family to him. Besides the fact that I missed 17 years of his life but because there was another feeling there. One more upfront, a physical attraction like a man would typically have for a woman. I'm not really gay because I've loved woman and bedded them in my life but when I saw Squall, before I knew he was my son, it just hit me.
We were in Esthar in my palace discussing the war. His friends were there too but for some reason my attention remained on Squall. He was beautiful to say the least, fascinating too. He stood out amongst the others. Ever since then I've had this need for him, a want, something more than just being family. Its crazy but I can't shake it. I'm not really sure I want to either
Everytime we've been together since finding out we were blood I've wanted him more. As wrong as it sounds its true. It was hard enough admitting it and accepting it myself, how can I tell him? That'd be a death wish coming. So I keep my weird feelings to myself. Its really hard sometimes but I manage.
He looks so peaceful sleeping right now so young and fragile. My fingers are just itching to touch that smooth delicate skin. My hand unconciously reaches fowards to brush away strands of his hair. Just as soft as I imagined. Even with that awful scar he's handsome. Its obvious I think the world of my son. My own hero. He's been through alot in his short life and still manages to handle it all on his own. Which isn't really healthy and that just makes me want to take care of him more. He's like a mystery that I just have to unravel. I want to make all his problems disapear or atleast help him forget them for a good while.
My hand starts running down over his face, caressing the alabaster skin. My mind perversely wanders to thoughts of how his skin feels in other places. I'm no pervert though so taking advantage of him in this state is out of the question. Not that thoughts of him in a sexual situation hasn't crossed my mind on lonely late working nights.
I've been lonely for awhile now and despite my happy dispostion around everyone I'm just not as content as I used to be with my life. Time passes and people come and go, things change, I'm getting older. I've had this nagging need for attention in a more personal way lately. Longing for a love other than young girls crushes or admiring men. I want someone to share my life with again before its all over. I want Squall, my son.
Just then I felt him stirring against my hand and I moved it immediately. Watching his eyes scrunch closed more then his face relax I waited for him to wake up fully. He groaned and shifted in the bed arching his back a little. Even feeling weak and brittle his body was moving art work. His eyes opened slowly, first glancing around the room taking in the objects figuring out where he was. He tried to lift himself then fell back with a groan from discomfort.
"Always quick to go aren't you?" I asked humorously. He looked up and over at me. I could see a little surprise in his eyes. I guess he didn't expect his poor excuse for a father to be at his bedside.
"Where am I?" He asked. His voice was low and dry from the the sleep. "You're in the hospital in Balamb." I told him. "Oh." He seemed confused still and I figured he wasn't sure why he was in the hospital but there was more to it. Something about the way he looked at me felt wrong. "You were hit in the head by a t-rexor tail. I heard it got you off guard and you blacked out. By the time someone found you you were pretty mangled."
I waited for a reponse, some kind of snide remark or sarcasm from his weird sense of humor but nothing. I was really starting to worry now so I pushed the call button for the nurse to come in. I didn't wanna panick without knowing for sure if one of the worse things possible could have happened. Trying to sound as calm as possible I asked him, "Who am I?" I held my breath for the answer that was already taking to long. He looked away from me a second then back. "I don't know." "Shit." I got up and went to the door and called out for a doctor then went back to his side. "Squall are you sure you don't know who I am?" I asked again hoping he was playing a joke on me. His only response was a nod. Oh Hyne how could this happen, why did this happen?
I ran a hand over my face and turned to see the nurse and doctor come in. "He's got amnesia, he doesn't remember me. Do something." I ordered in a panick. "Calm down Mr. Loire, it might be a minor fracture and the amnesia could pass." The nurse said while the doctor looked Squall over. He started asking him a bunch of stupid questions none of which seemed neccessary. Telling him things he didn't understand.
Then it hit me like a jolt of lightning. Squall doesn't remember me, he doesn't know who I am. I've lost my son and for some reason that might not be a bad thing. This could be my chance to start over with him and make a real relationship. Maybe even tell him how I feel. Would it be wrong to charade him like that? I don't want to hurt him in any way but I also don't wanna lose him. What if his memory returns and he finds out what I've been doing and hates me forever or disowns me as his father even.
Burying my face in my hands I pulled them up through my hair. The doctor left Squall and came to talk to me. I couldn't really read his face at the moment so I decided to hold my reaction until he spoke. "Your son will be fine. Its short term amnesia and give or take a few days he'll remember everything slowly. Then things will be back to normal."
My heart lifted and sank at the same time. I'm more than glad he'll be o.k but that'll put me right back in the same situation of lonely desperation. Life with a son that doesn't really see me as a father. "Thank you doctor." I shook the mans hand and he gave me some medicine and instructions. "You can take him home tomorrow. I'd like to keep him over night for a few more test." "Yes sir." He nodded to me and left with the nurse following.
I walked back over to Squalls bed and kneeled beside it. His eyes cast downwards to look at me. I took one of his hands with an intetion to do something I might regret later or maybe I wouldn't. He looked at our hands then back at me, I waited for his eyes to meet mine before I spoke. I figure if he's going to get his memory back later maybe he'll forget what I'm about to say now.
"Squall you won't understand this now and probably won't later either but I need to tell you this now. Its something I've been keeping from you for awhile." I paused and his expression was still blankly confused. I sucked in a breath of confidence. "Squall...... I love you." Then I leaned up and kissed him. It was simple few second kiss. Very innocent and loving but explained a little more what I meant. I pulled away and stood up. After seeing his shocked and confused expression I squeezed his hand and let go walking out of the room.
Maybe it wasn't the right time or way but at least my mind can rest easy for a little while. The results of his fractured memory will be revealed someday.
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There's a chance if I'm not too lazy that this will turn into a continued story instead of ending there. Depends on what the people want. So let me know- Linkin