Corpse in the Cupboard
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Category:
Final Fantasy VIII › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
808
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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 18
***** CHAPTER 18 *****
Squall was weeping, his face buried in his father’s chest. Laguna had both arms around him, one rubbing his back, the other running through his hair. The President couldn’t help grinning despite his son’s distress. His son was in his arms, crying for him and was finally calling him dad. Even though he felt like he’d been run over by a truck, this was still one of the happiest days of his life.
“I’m so sorry dad,” Squall whispered between sobs.
“Hey. What are you sorry for? Did you put me in hospital?” Laguna asked only half joking. He’d been trying to remember how he’d ended up in hospital but nothing came to mind. Squall sniffled as his head rose to look at his father.
“I….,” Squall began before pausing, his face wrinkling up into a frown. “Dad, do you remember what happened?”
“I don’t remember how I got in here. Last thing I can recall was Kiros leaving for Galbadia to investigate the time flux. What happened to me?” Squall was staring at him, his eyes wide and shocked. Laguna got the impression he’d forgotten something very important.
“The doctors told us that you’d had a heart attack brought on by extreme stress,” the Commander replied, looking away from his father. Laguna was shocked. He’d always been a healthy person and he hadn’t been under any more stress than normal. “Dad, do you remember what month it is?” Squall continued, interrupting his thoughts.
“It was April. Not sure how long I’ve been in here, though,” Laguna answered, the worry creeping into his voice.
“Dad, it’s the middle of November,” Squall answered, turning his eyes back towards his father. Laguna gawked at his son. November?
“Are you telling me I’ve been in hospital for seven months?” he finally mumbled out.
“No. You had the heart attack three days ago,” Squall answered before standing and running his hand through his hair. Before Laguna had a chance to question him more he started for the door. “I’d better tell the doctors that you’re conscious so they can check you over. I’ll be right back.” Laguna stared at the door as it closed behind him. Seven months of his life gone. What the hell had he forgotten?
**.**
Kiros was just approaching Vincent’s door when his phone started ringing. He knocked as he pulled out his phone and answered it.
“Kiros. It’s Squall. Laguna is awake and talking.”
“What? Are you serious?” Kiros asked as he stared at the door opening before him.
“Yes. He seems to be fine except for…um,” Squall trailed off.
“Except for what Squall?” Kiros asked impatiently. Vincent was standing before him now, leaning on the door frame and looking down at him expectantly.
“He’s lost all memory of the last seven months. He’s asking what he missed but I don’t know what the hell to tell him.” Kiros’ shock was written all over his face as he stared at Vincent. If Laguna had forgotten the last seven months, than he’d probably forgotten Vincent too. The gunman was not going to take this well.
“Hang on. I’ll be there in five minutes,” he replied, hanging up the phone. How the hell was he supposed to tell Vincent that he’d been forgotten?
“Vincent, Laguna is awake….,” he began but before he could say anything more the gunman had pushed past him and started running down the hall. “Vincent! There’s something else you need to know!” he called after him but he’d already disappeared.
**.**
Vincent’s mind was swirling like a typhoon. Laguna was finally awake. He had to see him, had to apologise and make him understand. Had to feel him in his arms again. He approached the door, pausing only to take a deep breath before opening it quickly. Squall was sitting beside his father smiling and Laguna was chatting away like nothing had happened. As they heard the door open, they turned to face him.
“Laguna?” Vincent whispered out, overcome to see his lover awake and smiling again. Laguna looked at him blankly before glancing at his son questioningly. Squall’s smile disappeared as he stood and approached Vincent.
“Vincent? Didn’t Kiros tell you about his memory?” he began but Vincent ignored him, walking past him to Laguna’s side.
“You’re finally awake,” he continued, smiling broadly at the man he loved.
“I’m sorry. Do I know you?” Laguna asked, smiling back politely. Vincent flinched back visibly, the smile disappearing.
“You……you don’t remember me?” he whispered. Laguna looked at him intently, his brow furrowing in thought.
“I seem to have forgotten. I’m sorry,” Laguna repeated, turning to his son with a worried look. The door opened again and Kiros burst in, gasping for breath.
“Laguna!” he beamed at the President, crossing the room to embrace him in a bear hug. Laguna returned the embrace with a chuckle, grasping his best friend’s hands as they broke the embrace. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I’ve been trampled by a herd of stampeding Behemoths. I’m more worried about the fact I’ve lost the last seven months, though. Could you at least tell me who this is?” he asked, looking towards Vincent.
The gunman had begun backing away from the bed, shaking his head and murmuring under his breath. This was his punishment. This is what he deserved. He had betrayed him with his son and nearly killed him. This is how the gods punish those who are worthless.
“This is Vincent,” he said to Laguna, before turning towards the gunman. “Vincent? Vincent, are you alright?” Kiros said as he turned towards him, reaching out his hand. Vincent dodged the hand and fled out the door in a blur.
Squall was weeping, his face buried in his father’s chest. Laguna had both arms around him, one rubbing his back, the other running through his hair. The President couldn’t help grinning despite his son’s distress. His son was in his arms, crying for him and was finally calling him dad. Even though he felt like he’d been run over by a truck, this was still one of the happiest days of his life.
“I’m so sorry dad,” Squall whispered between sobs.
“Hey. What are you sorry for? Did you put me in hospital?” Laguna asked only half joking. He’d been trying to remember how he’d ended up in hospital but nothing came to mind. Squall sniffled as his head rose to look at his father.
“I….,” Squall began before pausing, his face wrinkling up into a frown. “Dad, do you remember what happened?”
“I don’t remember how I got in here. Last thing I can recall was Kiros leaving for Galbadia to investigate the time flux. What happened to me?” Squall was staring at him, his eyes wide and shocked. Laguna got the impression he’d forgotten something very important.
“The doctors told us that you’d had a heart attack brought on by extreme stress,” the Commander replied, looking away from his father. Laguna was shocked. He’d always been a healthy person and he hadn’t been under any more stress than normal. “Dad, do you remember what month it is?” Squall continued, interrupting his thoughts.
“It was April. Not sure how long I’ve been in here, though,” Laguna answered, the worry creeping into his voice.
“Dad, it’s the middle of November,” Squall answered, turning his eyes back towards his father. Laguna gawked at his son. November?
“Are you telling me I’ve been in hospital for seven months?” he finally mumbled out.
“No. You had the heart attack three days ago,” Squall answered before standing and running his hand through his hair. Before Laguna had a chance to question him more he started for the door. “I’d better tell the doctors that you’re conscious so they can check you over. I’ll be right back.” Laguna stared at the door as it closed behind him. Seven months of his life gone. What the hell had he forgotten?
**.**
Kiros was just approaching Vincent’s door when his phone started ringing. He knocked as he pulled out his phone and answered it.
“Kiros. It’s Squall. Laguna is awake and talking.”
“What? Are you serious?” Kiros asked as he stared at the door opening before him.
“Yes. He seems to be fine except for…um,” Squall trailed off.
“Except for what Squall?” Kiros asked impatiently. Vincent was standing before him now, leaning on the door frame and looking down at him expectantly.
“He’s lost all memory of the last seven months. He’s asking what he missed but I don’t know what the hell to tell him.” Kiros’ shock was written all over his face as he stared at Vincent. If Laguna had forgotten the last seven months, than he’d probably forgotten Vincent too. The gunman was not going to take this well.
“Hang on. I’ll be there in five minutes,” he replied, hanging up the phone. How the hell was he supposed to tell Vincent that he’d been forgotten?
“Vincent, Laguna is awake….,” he began but before he could say anything more the gunman had pushed past him and started running down the hall. “Vincent! There’s something else you need to know!” he called after him but he’d already disappeared.
**.**
Vincent’s mind was swirling like a typhoon. Laguna was finally awake. He had to see him, had to apologise and make him understand. Had to feel him in his arms again. He approached the door, pausing only to take a deep breath before opening it quickly. Squall was sitting beside his father smiling and Laguna was chatting away like nothing had happened. As they heard the door open, they turned to face him.
“Laguna?” Vincent whispered out, overcome to see his lover awake and smiling again. Laguna looked at him blankly before glancing at his son questioningly. Squall’s smile disappeared as he stood and approached Vincent.
“Vincent? Didn’t Kiros tell you about his memory?” he began but Vincent ignored him, walking past him to Laguna’s side.
“You’re finally awake,” he continued, smiling broadly at the man he loved.
“I’m sorry. Do I know you?” Laguna asked, smiling back politely. Vincent flinched back visibly, the smile disappearing.
“You……you don’t remember me?” he whispered. Laguna looked at him intently, his brow furrowing in thought.
“I seem to have forgotten. I’m sorry,” Laguna repeated, turning to his son with a worried look. The door opened again and Kiros burst in, gasping for breath.
“Laguna!” he beamed at the President, crossing the room to embrace him in a bear hug. Laguna returned the embrace with a chuckle, grasping his best friend’s hands as they broke the embrace. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I’ve been trampled by a herd of stampeding Behemoths. I’m more worried about the fact I’ve lost the last seven months, though. Could you at least tell me who this is?” he asked, looking towards Vincent.
The gunman had begun backing away from the bed, shaking his head and murmuring under his breath. This was his punishment. This is what he deserved. He had betrayed him with his son and nearly killed him. This is how the gods punish those who are worthless.
“This is Vincent,” he said to Laguna, before turning towards the gunman. “Vincent? Vincent, are you alright?” Kiros said as he turned towards him, reaching out his hand. Vincent dodged the hand and fled out the door in a blur.