Family Reunion?

[traversinglion]

characters: Leon and Laguna
location: Zidane's/Leon's home
time: After this here.
rating: PG, possibly higher for language?
open/closed: Closed
summary: Mistaken identity, father and son reunite, and... good god, the daddy complex that is forming...

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[prez_leg_cramp]

What came next was a thoroughly worried father who could not understand why his son had changed his name (really, Leon Leonhart?) and even sounded a bit older. Why was that? Had this place taken a Squall from later in time or... or what? Had he really died in the future? Not to mention he was... more responsive than normal. Which was actually kind of odd. Squall, before Laguna found himself estranged, was always distant and even a bit angry (understandable) but "Leon" was... was not. Perhaps because Laguna was suppose to be dead? Who knew.

Laguna fiddled with his hands as he followed the hastily drawn map, worry growing by the minute. His sandals flopped noisily as he turned a direction, stopped, then turned back around going the other way. Why was this map so hard to read?!

After a few moments, he found the house (hopefully). Well, better now than never to find out just what was going on. He took a deep breath and knocked.

[traversinglion]

There was far too long and involved a story behind the reason for the name change. Never a last name, just 'Leon'. That was it. A face in the crowd. Another schmuck just trying to make things a little better in a universe where everything was falling apart, in the hands of a kid who should be out there saving everything, not trapped in some city.

Life had a strange way of being stupid.

Leon's heart did a strange thing. Somewhere between nearly choking him and sinking so long in his stomach the acid ate at it when the knock came. Maybe he was a little better than he used to be (slowly dragged out by Sora and Aerith and the people that cared, realizing somewhere in between it all that it was maybe okay to let go just a little, only this had to happen), and maybe he shouldn't have jumped just the slightest bit, a tensing of muscles for a moment, but he did. The knock sounded infinitely louder than it should.

Part of him hoped that it was just some stranger, or neighbor, or-- or somethingHe was moving before he realized he was, gloved

[prez_leg_cramp]

...yeah, he did look kind of silly. Laguna noted this with a small smile, but it was brief as he also stared at Squall, taking in a good look at him.

He was definitely not seventeen anymore, the scar was still there, his hair was longer, he was much more filled out in that ridiculous bomber jacket (though short sleeved now), and... older. Why was his son older already? He already missed seventeen years before! How much did he miss this time?

Laguna couldn't tell, a few years perhaps? Why? How? Squall had been at Balamb last time he knew, so what could have happened? Was it this place? Did this place do something? Or had Squall been here that long? The very thought clenched at his heart. "H-...Hey, Squall."

[traversinglion]

"Leon--" came that automatic correction, as easily trained into Leon's psyche as breathing, though he cut himself just short of the 'n', closing his lips around it while his mouth went dry.

For someone who was supposed to be dead... it was...

It was...

Leon didn't know. Strange. He always knew, he liked to think (even when he didn't), but nothing could describe just what his emotions were doing or completely where his mind was going. Though from wherever it was he managed to drag himself out of it long enough to remember some semblance of manners.

He stepped aside to admit Laguna into the house, not really sure what he was going to say to Zidane when the blond wandered in, if he did-- whatever.

Maybe you should be happy about this, a small, surviving part of what Squall used to be prompted. It only made Leon... nervous? Was that was it was? Difficult to say. At least the surprise was ebbing away into a numbing kind of shock, so to speak.