Griever Chronicles: Zell by Larathia
(Thanks are owed to ArchMageMagus of FFML, and Fujin Fujiryuu of Omega Fantasy for encouragement. Square owns everything, I own nada, etc. etc...)
Chapter 1 Run 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 Quezalcoatl. 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 exactly as he'd left it - a mess. Zell at twenty-seven was a lot neater than Zell at seventeen, somewhat in self-defense. The servants in the Presidential Palace had reacted to Zell's habitual chaos by rearranging his room neatly in a completely different pattern every day, until Zell got into the habit of keeping things in order just so he could find them again. He carefully collected the combat magazines scattered over his desktop and stacked them - it had been a long time since he'd gotten to read them. 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.
Addendum: Will you tell me what happened to Squall and Rinoa?
Just a few filler notes to make your joyous homecoming complete. You are not
gonna believe this; Seifer has completely refrained from breaking anybody's
neck. I don't know why, and neither does anyone else. He passed his field exam
with flying colors - good thing for him, I guess, since it was his last chance;
Quistis bent the age limit rules to give him just one go, wish I knew why she
bothered. I can't help being jealous of you though, Esthar is a sweet
assignment, and sweeter without having to deal with the posse - who are just as
big a set of pain-in-the-asses as they always were. I hear you were the one who
reported Squall and Rinoa dead...the rumor mill is completely silent on this
one, so expect me to grill you when you get back.
I'm really busy now, and probably will still be busy when you get back, but
don't worry - I've got standing orders that the day you're back (and given a
clean bill of health to make sure you can enjoy it) there's gonna be a big
party in the Caf - and I'll talk to you then.
I'm leaving you this as a contingency; if I get back before you access your
console it'll be deleted. I've been offered an assignment in Galbadia and I've
accepted. I've left other contingency messages here for you also; if I am not
back inside three days of your receipt of this, you will receive a copy of my
mission parameters and an offer to come along. I knew you'd want to, scoundrel.
But what really stung Zell was the last one; a message bearing Squall's privacy-lock. He leaned back, not sure if it was something he'd want to see. Squall...in a very real sense, Squall was dead. It didn't matter much that he'd wanted it that way, and it didn't seem the same to only occasionally hear Squall's voice in his thoughts - even though he knew the others would probably envy him that. Zell would never fight beside Squall again; that was sometimes all that mattered. Still...there was a curiosity as to what Squall would tell him in a message that he would not say as Griever. He keyed in the authorization to open it.
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.
Zell leaned back. The 'third option' could only be becoming Griever. How far back had Squall known that possibility? And yet, things hadn't happened quite the way Squall had foreseen. Leviathan hadn't killed him, but he'd become Griever anyway. It must have been an incredible pull, to draw Squall away from what he had seen as logical conclusions. He'd never asked why the two of them had wanted to join again, given the risk. Maybe he should, if he could just think of a polite way to phrase the question. It sounded suspiciously like one of that category that habitually got ignored.
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.
A clean slate? Well, Laguna had run Esthar for somewhere near thirty years in almost complete peace. Tough act to follow. It made him wonder again who that gunman had been, and what he'd hoped to achieve. Even given Squall's testy response to Laguna's death, though, Zell felt hesitant opening the last envelope. When he did, as he expected, the heavy platinum weight of the Griever ring landed in his palm. There was a message with it, scrawled in Laguna's flowing script:
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
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'.
Zell held the ring in his palm. He couldn't wear it. Not here, not in Garden - not while Quistis, Selphie, and Xu ran the place. Squall had worn it under his gloves, or on a chain under his shirt, for almost all his life - so it wasn't that well known, not like his Lionheart pendant or gunblade. But the orphanage gang would know it on sight, and ask questions Zell was pretty sure he wouldn't want to answer. Like what really happened to Squall and Rinoa - which they were probably going to ask him anyway, as soon as he got a clean bill of health. He looked around the chaos that was his room, finally locating a small box that would hold the ring. Putting it inside, he stuffed the box under his mattress.
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 of the dust on his blankets or the magazines on his bed.