Corpse in the Cupboard
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Category:
Final Fantasy VIII › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
804
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own any of the characters in this fiction. They remain the property of the makers of Final Fantasy VIII and VII. I do this for fun and entainment, not profit.
Chapter 14
***** CHAPTER 14 *****
Kiros held his coffee with both hands, savoring the silence that had finally descended. The news of the Presidents hospitalization had spread within hours and the media had gone into a frenzy. When Kiros had returned from the hospital, the phones had been ringing constantly and the staff had been running around in a complete panic. He’d spent a few hours organizing the chaos and then called a press conference to make an official statement on Laguna’s condition. The rest of the day had been full of meetings with officials and bureaucrats, most of them far more concerned with their own position than the health and well being of the President.
Slowly draining his cup and standing, he considered whether to drop in to the hospital and visit Laguna. He’d already called and been told that there had been no change. The President was stable but had not regained consciousness. There was little value in turning up just to duel words with Vincent, so he decided to go home and get some much needed rest.
As he walked towards the door, a video camera sitting under the television on the office wall caught his eye. Remembering that the television had been on when he’d found Laguna, his curiosity was raised as to what the President had been watching, alone in his office in the middle of the night. He picked it up and flicked open the display panel to find there was only one file on the device. Deciding that what ever was on it might have contributed to Laguna’s heart attack, he turned on the television and pressed play.
What came up on the screen left him open mouthed and emotionally bitch slapped. There was Vincent, making passionate love to Laguna’s son, Squall. Kiros’ overworked brain just couldn’t process it. It took him a full five minutes before he could make himself reach forward and stop the video. Yes, this would have definitely contributed to his friend’s heart attack. Kiros felt like having one himself.
“Gods,” he finally muttered to the empty office, rubbing his hands over his face. How the hell had Laguna gotten this tape? Kiros went back to the desk, looking through the paperwork and finding nothing. Next he checked the rubbish bin and found a plain box with the President’s name and confidential scrawled on the top. The box had no post marks on it which meant it must have been hand delivered. Going back to the recording, Kiros pressed play once more and found that the time/date stamp in the bottom corner of the screen clearly indicated that it had been recorded late last night. Sitting down at the desk and picking up the phone, he called the head of security and requested that last night’s recordings from the security camera outside of the President’s office be sent over immediately.
While waiting for the tapes to arrive, Kiros closed his eyes. Had Laguna been spying on Vincent or was this delivered to him as some kind of blackmail? And what the hell was Squall doing in Esthar? Taking a deep breath, Kiros tried to make some sense of it all.
As far as he knew, Vincent and Squall had never met each other before. He’d spoken to Laguna about introducing the two men a couple of weeks after Vincent had arrived in Esthar. The President had been reluctant and finally admitted that he hadn’t even told Squall about his new partner. He believed that Squall would over react and see Vincent as nothing more than a threat to be neutralized. Kiros had argued with Laguna, telling the President that he was sure Squall might react that way at first but would change his mind if he met Vincent and saw for himself that the man was no threat. After all, Laguna couldn’t keep Squall from finding out forever. The President had grudgingly agreed and promised to deal with the matter as soon as Vincent had settled into his new life. Kiros was sure that Laguna had never followed through on that promise, so how had they met?
The two having a relationship behind the President’s back was unlikely because the gunman spent most of his time shadowing Laguna. That left him wondering that maybe this had been a one off occurrence, as some kind of payback against Laguna for what he’d done with Kiros. Vincent finding, meeting and convincing Squall to sleep with him, all in one night was highly unlikely. Squall agreeing to hurt his father this way was also hard to believe.
Kiros opened his eyes to discover that he had forgotten to stop the recording when he’d checked the date before, but as he stood up to stop it, something on the tape caught his eye. The sex had stopped and it looked like Vincent was asleep. Squall was standing at the end of the bed, looking down at the gunman with a look of hatred. He then turned and stumbled into the next room, out of view of the camera and the recording stopped. What the hell was that look about? Kiros felt a migraine approaching. He had too many questions swirling around his head when what he needed where answers.
A knock at the door signaled the arrival of the security discs. He quickly thanked the security officer who delivered them and shut the door. It took a few minutes for him to unplug the video camera and plug in the disc player and then he settled back into the chair, using the remote control to fast forward through the hours of empty hallway vision.
The first disc had nothing of interest. About half an hour into the second disc, a person appeared at the end of the hallway and Kiros couldn’t believe his eyes. Squall appeared in the hallway with the parcel under his arm, stumbling towards the President’s office. He took his security keycard from his pocket and attempted to swipe it through the entry lock. It took him four tries before he succeeded and pushed the door open. Kiros stopped the disc and leaned back in the chair. Laguna’s own son had delivered the video to him, but why?
Kiros held his coffee with both hands, savoring the silence that had finally descended. The news of the Presidents hospitalization had spread within hours and the media had gone into a frenzy. When Kiros had returned from the hospital, the phones had been ringing constantly and the staff had been running around in a complete panic. He’d spent a few hours organizing the chaos and then called a press conference to make an official statement on Laguna’s condition. The rest of the day had been full of meetings with officials and bureaucrats, most of them far more concerned with their own position than the health and well being of the President.
Slowly draining his cup and standing, he considered whether to drop in to the hospital and visit Laguna. He’d already called and been told that there had been no change. The President was stable but had not regained consciousness. There was little value in turning up just to duel words with Vincent, so he decided to go home and get some much needed rest.
As he walked towards the door, a video camera sitting under the television on the office wall caught his eye. Remembering that the television had been on when he’d found Laguna, his curiosity was raised as to what the President had been watching, alone in his office in the middle of the night. He picked it up and flicked open the display panel to find there was only one file on the device. Deciding that what ever was on it might have contributed to Laguna’s heart attack, he turned on the television and pressed play.
What came up on the screen left him open mouthed and emotionally bitch slapped. There was Vincent, making passionate love to Laguna’s son, Squall. Kiros’ overworked brain just couldn’t process it. It took him a full five minutes before he could make himself reach forward and stop the video. Yes, this would have definitely contributed to his friend’s heart attack. Kiros felt like having one himself.
“Gods,” he finally muttered to the empty office, rubbing his hands over his face. How the hell had Laguna gotten this tape? Kiros went back to the desk, looking through the paperwork and finding nothing. Next he checked the rubbish bin and found a plain box with the President’s name and confidential scrawled on the top. The box had no post marks on it which meant it must have been hand delivered. Going back to the recording, Kiros pressed play once more and found that the time/date stamp in the bottom corner of the screen clearly indicated that it had been recorded late last night. Sitting down at the desk and picking up the phone, he called the head of security and requested that last night’s recordings from the security camera outside of the President’s office be sent over immediately.
While waiting for the tapes to arrive, Kiros closed his eyes. Had Laguna been spying on Vincent or was this delivered to him as some kind of blackmail? And what the hell was Squall doing in Esthar? Taking a deep breath, Kiros tried to make some sense of it all.
As far as he knew, Vincent and Squall had never met each other before. He’d spoken to Laguna about introducing the two men a couple of weeks after Vincent had arrived in Esthar. The President had been reluctant and finally admitted that he hadn’t even told Squall about his new partner. He believed that Squall would over react and see Vincent as nothing more than a threat to be neutralized. Kiros had argued with Laguna, telling the President that he was sure Squall might react that way at first but would change his mind if he met Vincent and saw for himself that the man was no threat. After all, Laguna couldn’t keep Squall from finding out forever. The President had grudgingly agreed and promised to deal with the matter as soon as Vincent had settled into his new life. Kiros was sure that Laguna had never followed through on that promise, so how had they met?
The two having a relationship behind the President’s back was unlikely because the gunman spent most of his time shadowing Laguna. That left him wondering that maybe this had been a one off occurrence, as some kind of payback against Laguna for what he’d done with Kiros. Vincent finding, meeting and convincing Squall to sleep with him, all in one night was highly unlikely. Squall agreeing to hurt his father this way was also hard to believe.
Kiros opened his eyes to discover that he had forgotten to stop the recording when he’d checked the date before, but as he stood up to stop it, something on the tape caught his eye. The sex had stopped and it looked like Vincent was asleep. Squall was standing at the end of the bed, looking down at the gunman with a look of hatred. He then turned and stumbled into the next room, out of view of the camera and the recording stopped. What the hell was that look about? Kiros felt a migraine approaching. He had too many questions swirling around his head when what he needed where answers.
A knock at the door signaled the arrival of the security discs. He quickly thanked the security officer who delivered them and shut the door. It took a few minutes for him to unplug the video camera and plug in the disc player and then he settled back into the chair, using the remote control to fast forward through the hours of empty hallway vision.
The first disc had nothing of interest. About half an hour into the second disc, a person appeared at the end of the hallway and Kiros couldn’t believe his eyes. Squall appeared in the hallway with the parcel under his arm, stumbling towards the President’s office. He took his security keycard from his pocket and attempted to swipe it through the entry lock. It took him four tries before he succeeded and pushed the door open. Kiros stopped the disc and leaned back in the chair. Laguna’s own son had delivered the video to him, but why?