Final Fantasy VIII
The GF With The Machine Gun
By Sephiroth
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII and all characters
therein are owned by SquareSoft. All rights are
theirs and not mine. I am not getting any money
for this endeavor, though my husband is keeping
my supply of mechanically separated chicken
well-stocked.

No Moombas were harmed in the making of this
fic.
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-Chapter Three (part 3)-

-Concerning the Moomba At The Presidential Funeral, 
and How It Brought Grief Back to the Shumi Village-


"I guess I can see your point," Seifer conceded, "But I still think its 
inconsiderate of Squall.  Everyone here felt something for Laguna.
They're all grieving and they managed to show up."

"Everyone else isn't Laguna's son."

Seifer didn't reply. He'd said his piece. He felt no need to disupt 
the great man's funeral for the sake of his unworthy son.

Kiros stepped before the coffin and turned to the crowd who was
gathered there to say farewell to their beloved President.

Many were outside, watching the funeral on large monitors that
had been set up the day before. Their original purpose had been
to show the events at Squall's birthday party. Many who knew this
reflected on how terrible it must be for Squall to lose his father on 
his birthday. 

One of these people was Edea Kramer. As she looked around at 
the attending crowd, she was not surprised to see Squall missing.
"You lost both your parents on your birthday," she whispered. "it's
okay. I understand your grief."

"People of Esthar," Kiros began to speak, the room falling silent
around him. "I stand before you on this day in grief to say a few
words about the man we are here to say our final goodbyes to.
We all loved him because he loved us. His heart was one of the
purest and kindest hearts this world has known.  He was this
city's  deliverance from the tyranny of Adel and the savior of the
Moombas who without him would still dwell in slavery today. Our 
own hearts now beat with sorrow because his beats no more.  And
so, on this day, we honor him once more and lay him to rest in the 
place of greatest honor amidst the fallen heroes of our nation."
	
Stepping down from the podium, Kiros turned and gave a quiet 
nod to Ward, Seifer, Zell, Quistis, and Irvine. Taking the positions
they'd practiced that morning, the six pallbearers lifted the coffin
as carefully as a mother lifts her sleeping baby.Then, walking as one,
they made their way out to the hearst that waited to take the late
President to his final resting place.

(tbc...)







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