Fortunate Nuisance

Chapter 1

By: Bishojo Beauty

It seemed that every day, when he woke up, he woke up to hell. Today was definitely no exception. The sun's glare was unfaltering, causing him to see red in more ways than one. He hated the sun in the morning.

As his sleep induced mind began to function at somewhat of a semblance to its normal capacity, and he then realized that he did not have a window in his room. He was not fortunate enough, and therefore, there should not be sunlight to wake him in the morning as it was doing at this moment. Opening his eyes fully now, he took in his surroundings.

Sky. He could see the sky. So that would mean that he was outdoors.

And black. He was lying on something black. It wasn't particularly soft, but it was one step better than lying on solid ground. But what he was lying on kind of smelt. Looking around a bit more, he finally became aware of what kind of predicament he was in now.

He began to wish now that he had actually slept on the ground instead of this "bed". Swearing, he got up.

Great. Just fucking great. The Sorceress' Knight finally among his own. Trash. He thought cynically.

Things had definitely changed since the "incident".

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"Vacation!" Selphie found herself shouting as she skipped down the streets, ahead of her friends, in Esthar. Today was the first day of a well deserved vacation for Squall, Quistis, Zell, Irvine and Selphie. They had been through rigorous amounts of work as SeeDs and this week was finally a week to relax. And Esthar was decidedly their first stop of many since Squall's father had okayed them to borrow Ragnarok for the week.

"Come on guys! Hurry! I don't want to waste another minute!" Selphie called back to her friends before rushing off further down the street. He friends silently groaned at the short brunette's energetic self before picking up their pace to catch up with their friend.

As the petit brunette ran down further away from her friends, her attention was caught by a gathering of citizens by a nearby pawn shop. They seemed to be chatting excitedly about something. The brunette approached a young couple in hopes to find out what everyone was gathering for.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"I'm not sure. Something about burning the Sorceress Knight," the young man replied.

This caused Selphie's already wide eyes to widen further in surprise. "What!"

She rushed forwards towards the center of the crowd without waiting for the young mans reply to her outburst. She pushed people aside quite roughly in her panic. Nobody would really do it would they? Selphie asked herself. Seifer wasn't exactly her favourite person in the world, but this was just downright...mean!

When she reached the entrance of the small shop where the people gathered around, an elderly man stopped her.

"This is as far as you go little missy. No closer than that to the special item for today,"

"What!" Selphie shouted, for the second time in a row.

"I'm auctioning off the Sorceress' Knight's jacket. Highest bid gets it, and burn it as everyone seems to be inclined to do,"

A hoot came from the crowd as the old man said his last few words. Sighing partly in relief at the news, the found her way back out of the crowd and was met up by her friends. She quickly informed them of what she heard.

"I don't know about you guys. But I find this kind of strange. Seifer would never part with that jacket," Quistis pointed out.

"Yeah, Quistis is right. Someone may have gotten to him, and like..." Zell interjected before trailing off, leaving the rest to the SeeDs own imagination.

Before they knew it, the auction began. The bids were raising quickly and the bidders began bidding more frantically.

"40,000 gil!" Someone shouted.

Then, "60,000 gil!"

Eventually the bids rose up to 95,000 gil, and silence fell over the crowd as someone shouted this. Selphie looked around the crowd for the next bidder, but instead a figure just down the street caught her eye. It was definitely a man by the looks of it. He was tall, and had broad shoulders. He wore a navy zip-up hoodie with the hood over his head, and on top of that was a black leather trench coat. He stood in the shadows, just watching. Selphie would have completely disregarded the man, if it wasn't for the silver choker that the man wore.

Selphie only knew one man that wore that distinct choker.

Seifer.

Shifting her attention back to the auction, she realized that the man who shouted the last bid had won and was now about to burn it. Selphie could not watch Seifer's most prized possession be burned.

Without thinking her actions throughly, she bidded. "100,000 gil!"

The elderly shop owner shouted, "Sold!" upon hearing Selphie's bid and pretty much ripped the jacket out of the other man's hands and passed it on to Selphie.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, you greedy old bastard! I won that!" The previous winner shouted. Selphie did not catch the rest of that argument as she ran off to catch the now retreating figure that was in the shadows. She could hear her friends calling her name, but she ignored them.

Selphie was now running down a dark alley and Seifer was no where to be found. Or atleast who she thought was Seifer could not be found.

Maybe whoever got a hold of this got a hold of his choker and sold it as well, her thoughts began. It was definitely possible. But before her thoughts could go any further, a hand suddenly reached out, and with a crushing grip, clasped itself over her mouth. Selphie tried to throw this man off, but all of her attempts failed.

Something metal and rectangular was now being shoved into her hand, and she was forced to hold it.

"Burn it," a voice rasped lowly into her ear.

At first, Selphie began to think that somehow that man who had won the jacket earlier had somehow caught up with her. But her beliefs were proven wrong as she was forcefully turned around and smashed into a wall.

Stood before her now, was the very Seifer she had been chasing. But definitely not the Seifer she had remembered. The man that stood before her now was overly skinny and pale. His cheeks were sunken in, and his lips were chapped and cracking. His once fiery green eyes were dull and his pupils were contracted, even in the darkness of the alley.

"Seifer..." Selphie began.

"Burn it!" Seifer interrupting her. He was shouting now, and shaking with anger. Selphie felt herself being thrown to the ground in his rage and she tried to make her fall as gentle as possible. But was rather unsuccessful.

She caught a glimpse of what Seifer had shoved into her hand as it was now inches away from her as it had slipped out of her hand as she fell. It was a lighter.

"Burn it! Fucking hell, burn it!" Seifer yelled in her face. His hands were gripping her shirt, and shaking her slightly. Selphie found herself quite frightened of this man. But what scared her the most, was not the physical abuse she was taking from him, but rather the mental abuse that he seemed to be giving himself.

End, Chapter 1

Now chapter 2? Hehe, You tell me.

Thanks for reading!

Bishojo Beauty