Author's Notes: Ok, we're done. Thanks for sticking with me until the end, thanks for the criticism (positive and negative) and thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. Merry Christmas!


Well, that's it, folks. Now I've told you not only the story of How Squall Leonhart Came To Be Fucking Seifer Almasy or rather the other way around, but also the story of How Squall Leonhart Came to Be Loving Seifer Almasy. I've been writing on this for the last week and it's been a very introspective journey of memories of a time that I hold precious until this very moment. Looking back to revise how this all began and what got me to the point when I had to admit that I had fallen in love with my rival since early puberty has been like traveling to my very core to experience my inner changes over again. I feel that I understand myself better now; I understand the complex bonding of events determining my path for me and leading me on and on towards the end.

It's been two years now since my graduation from high school and I haven't changed much, if you ask me. I've aged, I've grown another inch and I've moved out of my parents' house. Well, the latter should be given if you consider that I'm a soldier now. I still live in Balamb, though.

As for Seifer… Well, he's living in Esthar now. Lucky bastard got a scholarship for Esthar University of Medicine. I bet my real dad had a hand in that. He gave me another car as a graduation present, by the way. My mom didn't seem to like that, but Seifer totally freaked out when he saw it. He's driving my old one now. Says he cannot go to his snob college on his motor-cycle…

What else can I say? I guess I'm done. I won't give you lovey-dovey shit at the end of this, so screw it. I'm outta here. So err, have a nice life or something…

PS: Seifer sends his regards from the kitchen where he's trying to blow up the house while cooking some stuff I won't even try to spell.