A/N:

I was listening to a Robbie Williams CD, and I heard something about Guardian Angels that started me thinking about a fic. I've always wanted to write one of these kinds of fics, so here it is :) It feels a little odd to not be writing in first person, but I'd thought I'd give it a try. It's a little harder to express their emotions when I'm not writing their thoughts down... so tell me what you think of this, and I'd be glad to hear any of your tips in helping me to make this better. Though I think in the future I'll stick to first person, I may switch back to this type of POV when I write fics that are similar to this. And hopefully the jump in time makes sense, that's why I put the in between stuff for the number of years and how old Squall is.

On further note, this isn't a religious fic. I don't think you have to be catholic, or religious for that matter, to have a guardian angel.

Oh yeah, and this is seriously AU

And another note.. It changes to first person after awhile, I do give proper warning though so it shouldn't be confusing. I just really had to go to first person, I wanted to get the characters emotions and thoughts out in the open :) It's Seifer's POV, so that makes it all the better :) lol

Oh I forgot to mention that I know I suck at tenses and all that shit, so I apologize in advance for any confusion.

Guardian Angel

(Squall: 8)

A little boy runs through the deserted streets, short chestnut strands flowing in the wind. Tears escape grey-blue eyes, streaking across the boy's round face, traveling to hide in the silky hair at his temples. He stumbles slightly, his mouth parted, trying to draw desperately needed air for his over worked lungs. The small muscles on his calves spasm painfully.

"Sis! Come back!" the brunet cries out in desperation. Never breaking speed even as his vision blurs, he runs across the paved road. Deep in his heart he knows he'll never find sis, she won't be waiting for him on the other side. But for the moment, all the boy can do is hope. Hope that his sister will be there for him. Pretend this was all just a game, and come back to him.

Hhhooonnk!!

The sound of screeching tires trying to stop, but spinning out of control can be heard. The scream of a small child and a woman. And then an odd silence. The woman in the car has continued on, no one else is on the streets at this time of day. No one but the little boy kneeling on the ash vault, skinny arms wrapped tightly around a large chest, head nestled in the crook of the stranger's neck, tears creeping out of the boy's young eyes.

The muscular stranger wraps his large arms around the boy's frail body, hugging him close. He coos quietly in his ear. "Shh... it's going to be okay little one. Your sis will never come back, but she'll always be with you in your heart. Don't be angry with her for passing away. She's happy where she is now, and you should be happy that she's safe and protected. Please stop crying Squall, it won't help you or your sister. You'll just tire yourself out. Save your tears."

Squall, sniffles quietly and looks up into the man's face. A lock of gold stubbornly rests on the blonde's smooth forehead, the rest of the silky strands swept back lazily away from the man's face. Jade green eyes sparkles down at him, a charming smile rests peacefully on the blonde's face, making his eyes crinkle at the corners.

Golden feathers as smooth as silk flutter briefly in the wind. The large wings wrap around Squall's tiny body. The brunet smiles up at the angel, large innocent eyes no longer crying.