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Chapter OneRun Down
Laguna was dead. So they had told him, and he had to believe. Zell didn't really remember much about the last few days himself. Apparently shock could do that. It might also be responsible for the fact that he wasn't feeling much in the way of grief at the moment. He wasn't feeling much of anything, even pain. Idly he cast his eyes around the infirmary – yep, painkillers. Lots and lots of painkillers. The doctors said it was a miracle Zell had survived. Spaced out as he was, Zell could only chuckle helplessly. No miracle at all, guys. Just a handy GF. But he didn't say anything. If there was one thing recent events had taught him, it was when and how to hold his tongue. But he couldn't help laughing. Didja hear that, guys? A miracle, they call it. Go to sleep, Zell, growled a deep feline threefold voice in the back of his mind, sounding slightly exasperated. You'll bleed to death if you keep laughing. Ah, screw it, thought Zell, and laid back on the infirmary bed. With the painkillers in his system he fell asleep almost at once.
A week later, Zell was well enough to be released from the Infirmary – though on a provisional basis. He wasn't allowed to do any more than the minimum necessary to restore his health, and he wasn't to entertain any visitors until the wounds in his stomach were past the danger of reopening. It wasn't merely his injuries that slowed his step and kept the smile from his face, though, or the fact that the few people who were his friends weren't allowed to see him. He was awake enough to remember what had put him here – back within the walls of Garden. And of course, the very first thing he had to do was go and make a report to Xu about it. So, being the good SeeD that he was, he headed for the Commander's office. It was one of the innovations of the past ten years that there was a Commander's office. Since the Headmaster had an office on the third floor, and the Garden Master's offices were in the lower level, they'd built the Commander's office in the center of the Ringway on the main floor. At least this meant that injured SeeDs who had to make reports would not need to navigate any stairs to do so. He poked his head around the door to find Xu at her desk, working on some report. She raised her head and smiled as she saw Zell. "Come in," she said. "I've been wondering when Kadowaki would release you." "Um, this morning, actually," said Zell. "I'm hoping to get this over with and get gone before trouble starts." He seemed unusually subdued, especially given his buoyant nature. Xu eyed him sympathetically. "Seifer's gotten a lot better since he made SeeD," she said, knowing what was bothering him. "Quistis managed to whip him into shape pretty fast, and I've actually never had any trouble with him. He's not the man you knew, Zell. Not since..." She didn't need to finish it; Zell knew what the official report was - he'd made that himself. Not since Squall died. Which was not exactly true, but true enough to hurt. He nodded in acceptance of that, and let Xu interpret it however she would. Zell would trust Seifer the day he not only received word of Seifer's death, but actually had poked the body with a sharp stick to be sure it was really dead. "Well, Zell...you've been on assignment for ten years. I'm sure you have a lot to tell me about the situation in Esthar." Zell shook his head. "The Palace was insulated from the rest of Esthar, Xu, but not that insulated. There is no unrest in Esthar - or at least, there wasn't until now. Whoever went after Laguna was out to start a war, not a revolution." Xu raised one dark eyebrow in query. "If Laguna was as loved as you say, who shot him?" Zell took a deep breath to steady himself. How to say it? "...I don't know," he admitted. "There was no warning, none of my contacts anywhere had a clue. He was making a speech and I saw someone moving for him. I got in the way, and I took the bullet..." he looked at the floor, miserable. "But the guy had lots more bullets. I just caught the first ten or so." Xu tapped a document on her desk. "Official autopsy reports say Laguna was shot by roughly two dozen bullets. Estimates suggest he was dead by the fifth. This is not the action of a revolutionary, Zell. This was personal. Surely you must have some idea who would have hated President Loire so much?" Zell's expression became deadly serious, an almost-frown giving his tattooed face a nearly demonic look. "Nobody hated Laguna, Xu," he said flatly. "Laguna was the hero of Esthar, everybody loved him. He sealed away Adel, helped to save the world...everybody loved him. You want my official report, my guess is this was an outside job - someone wanted to create unrest in Esthar. Shooting Laguna would be the easiest way." He didn't tell Xu that the Guardian Force looking out from his eyes had not recognized the gunman, guaranteeing that the assailant had had no contact with Laguna in at least the past ten years. Zell had learned a lot about Guardian Forces in the last decade, but wasn't planning on sharing any of it. Particularly not with someone who had used Guardian Forces as executioners. Xu made a notation on her report, then looked up. "All right, Zell. You're the one who was there, we'll exhaust your leads first. Go rest up, and I'll see what SeeD can uncover. You've still got your old room." Zell stood up - carefully - and saluted, then turned on his heel and left. What do you think? he asked the voice in the back of his mind, as he wended his way slowly to the cafeteria. He'd missed the hot dogs something terrible. We think you are being watched, came the reply. You healed very quickly for someone without a GF. And just whose fault is that? Zell joked, but quickly sobered up. Damn, I hate this sneaking around. But I owe you guys my life - that gunman would've had me sure without you. Do you think Xu's theory holds water? No. This was meant to look like a personal attack - but the intention was to make very certain that you and Laguna were dead. Me? Why me? - And aren't you the least bit upset about Laguna? But the Guardian Force refused to answer that, as so often happened when Zell asked about Laguna. He'd gotten used to the very active presence of Griever in his mind since the day he'd taken the new Guardian Force's hand ten years ago...but sometimes Zell was forcibly reminded that half of Griever was Squall. And Squall got very close-mouthed when questioned about Laguna or any other matter he considered personal. Zell decided to drop the subject and just grab some food. He'd kept in constant touch with Bella, and she'd come to see him whenever she could wrangle leave, so he decided to hang around the Cafeteria in hopes of seeing her. Perhaps he could get an assignment with her or near her, this time. He picked up a surge of - encouragement? - from the back of his mind. He smiled; that had to be Rinoa's influence talking. He had turned in all his Guardian Forces on receiving assignment as Laguna's bodyguard, even Quezacotl. At the time it had seemed prudent; Griever was a new Guardian Force, and needed the space. Over time, Zell had come to realize he didn't actually need any other GFs. Griever did not confer any abilities, as such - he couldn't use powers like Treatment, Revive, or Card. But it did enhance Zell's physical prowess in every respect - something no other GF did. And of course, just sometimes, Griever would manifest on its own, in the manner of Odin or Gilgamesh. Zell had never tried to summon Griever. Somehow, he had never felt it to be his place to try. To Zell, Griever was still Squall and Rinoa - and you didn't treat your friends like servants. He felt this way even though the 'personal' communications - the ones he could specifically identify as being from Squall or Rinoa - had decreased over the years, with just the feline voice of Griever taking their place. No luck at the Cafeteria, neither Bella nor hot dogs were in evidence. He grabbed some sandwiches and a soda, and headed back for the Dormitory, where he was technically under bed rest until a medic cleared him. If his friends were going to come looking for him, that's where they'd go. His room was almost exactly as he'd left it, except for the noticeable layer of dust over everything. Zell had learned to be neat and orderly from the grandfather he had adored, and it had been one of the few things he had in common with Squall. The only real exception to his orderliness was ironically his most prized possessions - his combat magazines. He was too busy reading them most of the time to really put them away. He carefully collected the magazines scattered over his desktop and stacked them - it had been a long time since he'd gotten to read them, and he was looking forward to a refresher. But what he wanted was access to his private console, where any messages that might have accrued would be waiting for him. These messages would not have been transmitted over receivers; any messages bearing a privacy lock could only be read in a SeeD's personal quarters. Zell had been away much longer than any other SeeD; usually the longest sojourn was six months to a year. His console reflected that. There were indeed messages waiting for him.
Most were assignment requests; other SeeDs asking Zell if he would join
them on a mission. These, he deleted. Anyone that would send him a message
without checking to see if he was already assigned was just being an ass.
He did leave the ones that had been sent this week alone; he had no intention
of staying in Garden longer than he had to. But what interested him were
the personal letters from his friends, left against the day of his return.
I'm leaving you this now, so that no matter when you return it'll be waiting for you. I can guess at your reasons for wanting to take an extended leave of absence - and we both know that's what you're on, no matter what the assignment ledger says. All I can say is, I did what I felt had to be done. Mikhal had stolen a Guardian Force and handed it over to be experimented upon; I can't think of anything more dangerous short of handing over the SeeD code book to a Sorceress. I was angry at you, of course - I had hoped we could keep the matter private. But I am not still angry. I hope that now you have had some time away, you will be willing to be friends again. If you are, look me up anytime. Quistis. Addendum: Will you tell me what happened to Squall and Rinoa? Hey, Zell:
Zell!
Beloved Zell:
If you're reading this, then you're wondering why you're reading it. I coded this so you would only see it if you returned to Garden before I did. Right now, the Leviathan is still in my system. You know, in reading this, how that turns out, so I'm going to leave you with a series of ifs. If the Leviathan should kill me, guard Rinoa. Get her out of Garden if you can, get her as far away as you can. And try to find a Knight worthy of her; you have Bella, so I won't ask you. If I live, and you're reading this, I have left Garden for good. Since you seem to think you needed it, I'll tell you now - don't worry about Seifer. If I've done this right then he shouldn't be a threat to you or anyone else in Garden. If I haven't - then don't let him goad you. Nothing pisses Seifer off like someone he can't jerk around. There is a third option. I don't know how that would turn out, but you'll know it if you see it happen. If that third option should occur, tell no one. Not Xu, not your friends, no one. And if it is given to you...you'll know then what to do. Squall He ate his lunch in silence, mental as well as verbal. At that moment, he really missed Laguna; the two had become good friends over the years. Kiros and Ward did not have SeeD privacy locks, and so when he'd recovered he'd been handed small envelopes from them. One of them was suspiciously heavy; he didn't want to think about that yet. Nor could he help feeling a tad bit resentful; Squall's old message had simply heightened the loss of Laguna. It was as though he were being reminded that everyone he'd gotten to be friends with was gone. Not that you're inclined to say anything, Zell thought to the force in his mind. Damn - he was your dad, he did everything you wanted, and not a word that he's gone? To his surprise, Squall - just Squall - answered. It's a bit hard to grieve for the man when he's been talking my ear off for the past four days, Zell, came the acerbic response. You're forgetting that Rinoa and I are in eternity - which is where he showed up, same as everyone else does when they die. Even Raine can't shut him up for long. Zell couldn't help it; he laughed, though it threatened to pop the stitches in his stomach. Squall was right, he had forgotten that. Heartened, he opened the last of his messages, stretching out on his old bunk. Having eaten and walked a good way around Garden, he was just about ready for a nap. He hoped he could get back to normal soon; the sedentary life would drive him crazy.
We had to send you back to Garden; your contract was worded so that it expired when Laguna died. Ward and I are getting out of town; chances are good that the next administration will want a clean slate, and in any case we don't want to hang around here without Laguna. If you need us, look for us in Timber. The other envelope is something Laguna prepared for you against this day. Don't ask me what's in it - you probably have a better idea than I do. Look forward to sparring with you again sometime. Kiros.
If you're reading this, then I am dead. I hope you aren't too upset about that, even if it was something that - were you a god or something - you might have been able to do something about. I think I know you well enough by now to know that if I went down, you probably almost went down with me. You SeeDs do take your duties very seriously. I'll take this chance to talk your ear off one last time, since from here on in you'll be the one doing all the talking. It was fun having you around, and entertaining to say the least when you knocked Kiros to the mat. But most of all I am grateful for the stories you were willing to share with me about your life with my son. I know that he can speak to you through the Griever junction, but all I was ever able to hear was muted. I'll get to that in a second. I want you to know that I'm glad to have gotten to know you, and I wish I could do more to repay you than I have. SeeD should be letting you know about a hefty bonus for your work - I've willed you half of what I accrued over the years, the other half going to Ellone, who I believe will return to Winhill. So she's told me, anyway. I'd have adopted you if you weren't already, but I guess we'll just settle for being friends, huh? Now - about the ring, which I instructed to be placed with this note for you if you should survive me. (If it isn't there, talk to Kiros.) I know what it is to you - a memento of Squall, and perhaps by now of me. But it's a lot more than that, Zell, and now it's your turn. The ring is a Sorceress' token, Zell. If you should die while junctioned to Griever, Griever will return to this ring until someone wears it. It is therefore vital that it be kept in a safe place. So Squall told me before he entered the Joining, and I am not going to argue with him. It has another power too, though, Zell. It was because of this power that I wore it. Anyone who wears this ring can be seen and heard by those in eternity. I don't know at this writing whether Guardian Forces reside in eternity, though I am looking forward to finding out. But it is certain that those who have died reside there. I wore the ring so that I could speak with Raine, and she with me. I wish I could say that I spoke with Squall, but I can't be sure of my intuition on that part so perhaps I just spoke at him. Wouldn't be the first time, I'm sure. Whether you choose to wear the ring or not is up to you, Zell. But you must make sure the ring is not lost, and that it remains behind if you go on a mission. Choose a successor, Zell. Find a SeeD you trust, and make sure they get the ring if something happens to you. And don't go on a mission alone if you can help it; from what Squall told me, I believe if Griever returns to this ring - meaning that you have died while junctioned to it - then the next person to wear the ring will have to fight Griever. It's much safer all around to have a partner you can pass the junction on to. I don't want to see you in eternity sooner than absolutely necessary, all right? If you want to talk to me, just wear Griever and ask for me. And as my son once told me, 'listen inside for the answers'. Laguna Interesting approach to 'put it in a safe place', Zell, came the feline voice of Griever in his thoughts. "Oh, shut up, will you?" growled Zell. "It's been a long day." And with that he plunked down on the mattress and drifted off to sleep, heedless in his exhaustion of the dust on his blankets or the magazines on his bed.
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