Disclaimer: Nothing here is mine, not even the plot =P however, if I could I would buy it all and give it to my girl Ruth for her Birthday, but sadly that won't happen..so...Squaresoft can keep it's stupid game -_-

Warnings: Language, some bad writing and all around insanity..um..I know I'm missing something, but I'll get over it ^^

Okay everyone, I'm writing this in honor of Ruth Aamski's birthday. Not only is she an amazing woman, she's also an amazing artist (no idea if I'm allowed to give link to her art, but it is on Sukunami's site) Note: I used one of Ruth's story ideas, so I hope I did it justice! Have fun, and have a nice day ^_^ oh! HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUTH!

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Waves chase each other up onto the beach, lapping briefly at my bare feet before sliding gracefully back into ocean whence they came. Cold air brushes my face, and I unconsciously wrap my heavy gray trenchcoat tighter around my body to protect myself from the biting wind that seems determined to freeze me away from the night-darkened ocean. The silver moon sits heavily in the sky and watches me curiously, as it has every single night for the past three years. I breath deeply, allowing to salty air to fill my lungs one last time before turning away from the still water. My feet sink softly into the cold sand with every step I take, delaying my return to the beach-side house I share with two other people. I don't mind the extra time, it only gives him longer to find me. Logic tells me that I should just let him go, that it's been three years, he's not going to come back to me. But I'll be damned if I'm going to listen to logic.

The beach house looks old and vacant in the night dark, and a heavy feeling of aloneness permeates the area despite the fact that there are two others in the house. I enter as quietly as I can, and move silently towards my room. It's not exactly an easy task given that boxes loaded with my possessions are stacked haphazardly all over the main room. Somehow though I manage to get past all the obstacles unmolested and continue into my bed room. The only item that hasn't been packed yet is the bed, even the sheets and quilts are somewhere in the sea of boxes. I slide out of my trenchcoat and carelessly let it fall onto the floor. I stretch my arms towards the high ceiling and yawn widely, only to let them drop a second later in surprise at the sound of my house mates voice.

"He wasn't there again, I suppose."

"No, not this time." I turn and flash a sad half smile at Irvine. The cowboy is leaning heavily against my doorframe, pajamas askew. His violet eyes still have that blank sleepy look that can only be achieved from being awoken during a heavy nap. "Didn't mean to wake you up."

He waves his hand at me and enters the room. "No problem. Sides, I couldn't really call it sleep, what with Selphie kicking me in the side and waking me up every five or so minutes." I grin. His long time girlfriend, Selphie, really is a doll, even if she does have more energy than Balamb's entire power grid. I nod in understanding.

Irvine flops down on the bare bed and looks up at me. "Are you going to keep coming to the beach? Your new dorm is only a couple of miles away." I shake my head.

"Maybe every once in a while, but I doubt it. I guess it's finally time to stop hoping for things that will never happen. Besides, this new job will most likely keep me too busy for long walks on the beach."

He props himself up on his elbows and peers hard at me. "Are you sure?" I nod at him, wanting to be over with the subject. The decision already hurts too much without Irvine questioning it. Thankfully he seems to get the hint, and changes the subject. "I still can't believe that you're required to live in dorms at your new job. Have you figured out who your roommate is yet?"

The job he's talking about is my internship at Caraway Law Inc. For some reason Caraway demands that all of his interns live in the dorms adjacent to his large law office building with a more experienced worker who has been on the job for some time. I shrug at Irvine and sit next to him on the bed. "Not yet, I'll probably find out after I move in. Huh, with my luck, I just know it's going to be some creepy middle aged dude."

Irvine shakes his head, which makes his long hair swing back and forth. "No, that would be too easy. With your luck, it'll be some gorgeous twenty year old female super-model."

I scowl at him. "Shut up cowboy, I'm not the only man in this room who likes to play with the pink team."

He flashes me an easy smile. "Maybe so, but at least I can also take advantage of the feminine beauties out there." He frowns thoughtfully. "And sometimes, I can even take advantage of both at once."

I groan and toss him off of the bed. "Get the hell out of here and go brag to Selphie about your conquests. If you'll remember, you're not the one who has to be up before seven in the morning to meet the damned movers."

He smiles quietly at me. "Fine, I'll leave," he turns around. "But Seifer, no matter what happens, don't give up on him." And then he's gone, shutting the door softly behind him. I stare after him for a minute, then turn and lay in a fetal position facing the wall. Good old Irvine, he's the only person who never ridiculed me for waiting for him to return. Even Selphie had told me that he wasn't going to come back, no matter how many trips to the beach I made. I think Irvine's faith is the only thing that has kept me going these past three years, otherwise I may have given up on him long ago.

Him, Squall. Everyone ridiculed me for loving the icy bastard, because they all were uncomfortable with my softer, more 'romantic' side. What idiots. Just because I like to play the part of an arrogant bastard doesn't mean I can't still love somebody, does it? Unknown to most people, I can be a hopeless sappy romantic. And despite what others may think, my heart is capable of being broken, and it was. With a sigh I curl up tighter and allow myself to think back to our last day together.

The sun was high in the blue sky as I silently entered the old beach house. The inside of the house was cool, thanks to the large air conditioners placed throughout the entire residence. Squall is sitting hunched over the table in the middle of the main room, his back to me. Apparently he didn't hear me when I came in. With a mischievous grin on my face I tiptoe silently behind him to see what he is doing that could possibly distract him from me. To my little surprise he's writing, probably a continuation to his story that never seems to be finished. I reach over him and snatch the paper before he realizes what's happening. He spins around in the chair and glares at me while trying to snatch the paper from my hands, but I hold it out of his reach. I quickly scan the format and smirk at him. " Damn, Squallie, I wasn't aware that you wrote poetry."

He glares harder. "I don't."

Normally I wouldn't care, but I hate to pass up the chance to piss off Squall. Holding the paper high above his reach I read off the words. "Two things in life can set you free, Love and hurt now intertwined, Both feelings kept within the soul, but torn apart within the mind. If you love the man you'll let him go, irreparable hurt will cause the same, you'll die inside to watch him leave, but to let him stay is only pain." I raise an eyebrow at Squall. "Sounds like poetry to me. So... what does it mean?"

He manages to get the paper back from me. "It's complicated."

I roll my eyes at him. "Nice try Squall, now what does it mean?"

He huffs. "Fine, but don't laugh." I raise an eyebrow at him, and he blinks at me. "Whatever. Okay, so you've heard the saying about if you love someone enough you'll let them leave, and if the come back they're yours to keep?" I nod. "Well I'm sort of expanding on that. I think that if you love someone they should be able to go, but I also think that if the person hurts you then you should leave him, you see? Basically both love and hurt can set you free." He must notice my obviously amused face because he scowls. "It's for my story."

"Ahh, makes perfect sense."

He sighs and turns back to the paper. "You're right, I should just forget about it. He starts to crumple the paper, but I reach over and grab his hand.

Frowning at him, I ask "when did I tell you to forget about it? I happen to think it's good that you have a hobby. Now put that shit away, we have precious little time before you leave tomorrow."

Squall looks at me blankly. "Seifer, you do know that Irvine and Selphie are here, right? I refuse to have sex with you while they're around."

Normally I would argue with that, but he has a point. Even I get tired of having the homosexual-happy Selphie 'accidentally' bursting in on us while we're in the middle of the horizontal tango. I put on my hurt expression. "Squall, my dear, dear boy and rival of old, do you honestly think that I would spend this last day with you just lounging around and enjoying good old sex? I'm hurt that you would feel that way. Sorely, sorely wounded, right here where it counts," I point to my heart. The lovely brunette puts his hand to his forehead. Grinning, I grab his hand and pull him behind me. "Come on, we're going to the beach."

As is typical of the grainy substance, the sand slows our progress and causes us to trip several times. Eventually though we get down to the waters edge. I flop onto the ground, while my picky lover chooses to sit carefully next to me, hugging his knees to his chest. We both sit in silence, enjoying the still Summer ocean. Finally I turn to him. "You're going to be coming home, right?"

He looks at me funny. "Of course I am."

Suddenly I get a feeling of dread. "Yeah, but how do you know? What if something happens?"

He shrugs. "Like what?"

"I dunno, what if there's a flood, or a bomb, or a really, really big plague epidemic and we have to flee to separate countries and never see each other again?"

He shakes in silent laughter. "Seifer, I doubt that will ever happen. But since you seem to be so damn worried, how about this; If we ever get seperated from each other, let's meet here, at this beach."

I bite my lip, then nod. "Yeah, that'll work."

He turns and kisses me on the forehead. "Course it will, but don't worry. I'll be back for you." He smiles then and stands, offering me an outstretched hand. "Now let's go swimming, before I drag you in."

I close my eyes slowly and concentrate on that last smile. Squall said he would come back, but he never did. He never even called or came for his things, and no one at the army base knew where he was, only that something had gone wrong with the mission and they had lost contact with Squall and his mates. When the army finally tracked down the fallen plane they found the other four members of the mission, all dead from the impact of the crash. They had found traces of Squall's blood, but no Squall. And I've been waiting here ever since, but I guess that's all going to change tomorrow. I force Squall out of my thoughts, and allow sleep to overtake me.

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The dormitory building is rather typical, large and brightly painted with an unheard of shade of red. The grounds are perfectly kept, and everything looks perfect underneath the cloudless blue sky. The white door to my second story dorm has the number 2308 printed on it in perfect black letters. I stare at the round eyehole for a second before knocking politely. Loud barking comes from inside the dorm, and I back away somewhat apprehensively. A harsh command of 'Down!' comes from the inside, and then the door is opened. I find myself staring into the dark eyes of a lovely young woman.... not what I expected.

She smiles at me and motions me in with her free hand. "Hello, you must be the roommate! Why don't you come on in and get acquainted with the apartment."

I enter, making sure to avoid the dog, which has got to be the largest dog I've ever seen. Unfortunately he also seems to be determined to get at me, although I can't tell if he wants to kill me, or just maim me. The dorm is typical, the living area is in the center, with doors off to the left and right (bedrooms, I'm assuming) straight ahead from the door, on the other side of the living room, is a glass door which leads to the balcony. To the immediate left of the door is a tiny kitchen, and to the immediate right is another door, which might be a bathroom. Everything in here is so bright and sunny, and clean.

I walk into the room, with the intention of stepping out on the balcony, when the dog suddenly gets free of the woman's hold and comes straight for me. Before I can do anything to defend myself he rears up on his hind legs and knocks me backwards onto the couch. Instead of being viciously mauled, I find something worse happening. I'm being viciously licked. I start a game of strength with the dog, doing my best to get the fucker off of me. From somewhere above me I hear the woman scream, "Dammit Seifer, get off of him!"

I finally shove the beast onto the floor and stand, drawing myself to my full height. Glaring at the woman I say, "Well excuse me ma'am, but he's the one that started it. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get settled without you accusing me of attacking Fido over there. Now which one is my room?"

She looks at me, confused. "I wasn't talking to you, sir. I was talking to the dog, Seifer." She points in the dog's direction. "And I don't know where your room is, I don't live here."

I blink at her. "The dog's name is Seifer?"

She nods. "He's my boyfriend's dog. Isn't he just a big, ugly thing? The shelter said he's part Great Dane, part Mastiff. I would have much preferred a Chihuahua, or at least something cute. And the dog's name, Seifer, isn't that a terrible name? I wanted to call him Fluffy, but my boyfriend wouldn't let me." She pouts exquisitely.

I raise an eyebrow at her. "In case you hadn't noticed, Princess, my name is Seifer. Now, can I just assume that your boyfriend is my roommate, and if so, where the hell is he?"

Obviously she doesn't notice my annoyed tone of voice, and immediately shakes my hand. "Well Seifer, how nice to meet you! I'm Rinoa Heartilly, Daughter of Julia Heartilly and James Caraway, the owner of this law firm." She releases my hand, obviously disappointed that I don't give her the astonished respect she must be used to. She continues onward with a slightly diminished enthusiasm. "My boyfriend should be here soon. In fact, I don't know why he isn't here right now."

I look at the ceiling. "That's great, now does your boyfriend have a name, or should I call him 'My Boyfriend'?"

She smiles widely. "Of course he has a name silly!"

I feel like slapping her, but instead decide to pick a bedroom before the moron gets here. I'm just entering the left small room as the door opens. Both the dog and Rinoa go crazy, it's impossible to tell which one more. I could go out and meet the man, but I don't feel like putting up with this Rinoa anymore. I'm sure she's a nice lady, if you don't know her, but she's too much for me at this very moment. All I want to do is get moved in and get some proper sleep. The room is L shaped, with the bottom of the L sporting a fold up bed. I didn't even know these things existed outside of movies and Garfield. I stick my head in the closet and look around. Just as I do someone enters.

"I suppose you met Rinoa." The Boyfriend says. I pretend to become very interested in the back corner of the closet, not really caring to discuss the girl. "She says that you're name is Seifer. It's too bad, I thought I had made that name up." He sighs. Like I give a damn who thought of the name. I come out of the closet and turn towards him as he finishes his next sentence. "My name is..."

"Squall!" As cliche as it is, the thought 'I don't believe my eyes' passes through my head. But it's true, he's there, my Squall.

He frowns slightly. "Do you know me?"

I walk towards him, and there is nothing. No flash of recognition, none of the warmth in his eyes that is usually reserved for me. I open my mouth a couple of times, but finally shake my head. "I've just, heard of you," I lie, rather unconvincingly. I can't stop staring at him. He's so much like I remember, The short choppy brown hair, the grey, storm tossed eyes, the small full lips, everything is the same about him. Except, he doesn't seem to recognize me. The Squall I remember would never have acted this way, even if he hated me. He just stares patiently back at me, so typical of him.

I swallow a couple of times. "I don't suppose you've...been to the beach lately."

He shakes his head. "I haven't been for as long as I can remember, which isn't that long."

I narrow my eyes at him. "What does that mean?"

Squalls taps his forehead. "Amnesia."

Fuck, I should have known. The plane crash, no Squall, fuck. I sweep past him, almost knocking him down on my way out the door. The dog follows me out, and I grab him b the collar and toss him back. I yell out to know one in particular, "Tell the movers to put my shit wherever!" and slam the door behind me. I think I need to go for a very long drive.

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