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The boy said nothing, soon, he stood to his feet. And - ran away from him towards what seemed like a blurred image of a girl dressed in baby blue and long raven hair with tints of highlighted browns. As his tiny hand reached out and graned her, their footprints left behind patches of grass behind them. And, for once, the smaller form of the soilder smiled. It seemed, he was nothing but an empty desert until the girl appeared..

Again the winds whispered, more clearly this time.

Riona...

As the two ran, the young version of the boy Squall seemed carefree and happy. Something that was extremely rare and seemingly nonexistant in the man that was known now. Even thou they seemed to be running, it was sort of slow motion. Soon, the two let their hands go. And the girl ran off, Seeming desperate, he tried to run after the faster moving girl before finally giving up and pausing, seeing she was far from gone now. Standing alone, he turned to see a house just burning to the ground and milltary aircraft flying overhead. Standing there. now covered in some ash, the dead eyed expression of a young boy stood there. Silent as death itself.

"..."

The boy looked down onto the crackling flames. All around him, lay bodies of people. Many of which he never knew. Kneeling, he reached out and pushed a small piece of board aside. Undernth the burning piece of wood was a single white rose that seemed...untouched. Reaching out for it, he stroked its pedals only to see it slowly die at his touch. Quickly he retarcted his hand and let his bangs fall over his face. So much tourment for someone battling with himself to stay alive. A figure lay before him, it was the girl but much older. Bruised and bleeding. But, obivously, no long among the living. The boy went to reach for her but remebering what had happened with the flower, he deicded against it and pulled his hand away. Looking down at his hands, blood began to drip from the boys forhead onto his hands. Stainning his hands with blood...Was it the girls..or was he bleeding?

The boy just sat there staring at his own hands. Still, saying nothing, but the whispers continued.

"If you go there..I will be there...
Why?...What for..?
I will be there...Waiting for you...
Riona...

Of course, in the morning, - the sunbeams breaking through the shades had woke him slowly from sleep. What..a strange dream..a man clad in white had flooded his dreams. ..almost like an..angel? He could not make out the face but it seemed so familier. Sighing, he laid there with hs good eye staring upward at the ceiling. Thoughts swam through his head as he slowly sat up and stared at the sheets. What happened? Did he pass out as he was talking with..Oh no! Becoming tense, he began to feel himself to make sure he was fully intact and nothing was on his body to prove that the pyscho hadn't done anything to his form.

Sighing in relief as he found nothing, that is when his eyes caught sight of the strange box. Qurking a brow, he reached out and lifted the strange object. Flipping it front and back to study the strange object.

"...?? ...."

"- Thanks.."

Came his simple reply. Thou, the neat pile of clothes did catch his eye, and he was quick to change from the scurbs to his nomarl leather attire. Stepping out, he had finished running fingers through his dark brown hair, as if trying to fix it a little but endded up letting it fall wherever. He looked at Oriya once before shutting it behind him. He had no clue where to go and only stood there as if 'awaiting' orders of some kind, some direction to let the soilder know where to go.

"...."

He only paused for a second before following after him. Hands pushed into his jacket pockets, eyes just causually glancing at pictures and photosgraphs hanging around the walls. Some old paintings and book case's filled with tons of different old sort of books. Well, he did notice that Muraki did read a -lot-. As they finally got to the area he needed to be, his good eye lifted up to stare around the room to see who all else was there with them to dine for breakfest.

"...?"

He paused to see the white hairred man sitting at the table. He eyed the plate of his food and simply ignored it. He headed straight for the door, he didn't even want to bother sitting at the table. To much was still to do, the strange thing was he was holding a large gun like blade on his shoulder as he was headed outwards. His leather and belts making soft stretching and jingles as he walked. Boots clanking against the floor as silence was all he gave.

"....."

As his sentence, he paused. Without turning around, Squall just gave a simple reply that might have seemed a little too harsh.

"- I have things to take care of. The battle is far from over and I have a duty to do.."

Turning his head to look over his shoulder with his good eye, he gave Muraki a strange look even though his face was relaxed.

"-Thank you . "