The brunette looked up at the tall blond in the purple & white crossed shirt with his ever-present, beloved light-gray trench coat with the red Firecross-emblazoned sleeves. He stood firmly on the platform above them, wielding his Hyperion menacingly. Squall knew he had a team with him and Seifer had his "posse" with him, but he still felt like there was only himself and the rival gunblader present in the gargantuan abomination.
What the hell were those idiots thinking when they built Lunatic Pandora?! A fitting name, Squall mused with absolutely no amusement. He gazed angrily at his counterpart from Balamb Garden, whom they'd been fighting for what seemed like forever.
It killed him. He was near hemorrhaging inside from having to fight the tall blond, whom they had all - save Rinoa - grown up with, so they recently discovered.
He told Quistis and Zell, who were with him, "Go back to the chamber outside."
He said it without even turning around.
Sullivan woke, smiling sleepily. He had no nightmares this time and couldn't remember having slept so well. He suddenly realized the comforting warmth that was at his back when he fell asleep was no longer there. He turned with a start and was afraid he would find he was alone...again. But, Kellen was there, sitting beside him, gazing down at his sleepy face. Sullivan's heart rate slowed and he let out a breath of relief.
Kellen asked, Did you think I had left you? Sullivans eyes fell shut and he reached for Kellens hand and, upon finding it, squeezed tightly. The forest elf opened his eyes, smiling a little, and Kellen then asked, How did you sleep?
Sullivan nodded and replied, Rather well...thanks to you. Kellen smiled and, if he didnt know any better, hed say the taller night elf was embarrassed
Run. Just run. Thats what his body and mind were telling him. He couldnt think of anything else He didnt know where he was heading; he didnt know what he was going to do when he ran out of energy. Right now, he just needed to run hard and fast and away. He didnt have anything but the clothes on his back and a few more in his pack but its not as if he was leaving much behind, anyway. Sullivan hated running away. Hed been doing it the better part of his life. But, he had reached the apex of what he could stand and it was now time to leave. He mightve felt remorse for his parents but they were most of the reason he was on this hastened exodus. No more. I wont let them anymore. He ran.
Sullivan was relatively well-off as far as comforts go. His fa