Author's Note: I do not own these characters. Contains a bit of swearing sorry!
Chapter One: Prologue
"Oh, you cheater! I am going to kick your ass Squall!" exclaimed an enraged blonde boy preparing for a fist fight.
It was a lovely day and the Matron thought that it would be a good idea to take the kids to the beach by the orphanage to play. Two boys were playing cards and this was the day that young Seifer Almasy gets to be beaten by Squall Leonheart. For months, Seifer was the master of cards until this fateful day that Squall learned his strategy and outsmarted him.
The smaller boy could not care less about the blonde's angry fit, remained wordless and walked away. This enraged Seifer even more and he threw a rock and hit Squall's head. This was enough to catch the latter's attention as he turned around to retaliate.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" A young blonde girl with piercing blue eyes exclaimed.
"Oh, great, the big sis wanna-be" thought Seifer.
"Seify what have you done!? Squall is bleeding!" exclaimed Quistis as she takes out a handkerchief and puts pressure on Squall's bleeding head. "I am telling Matron!" she threatened.
"Like that would come as a surprise to her" young Seifer thought
"Come on Squall, let's get inside the orphanage and treat it."
"I am fine Quisty" was the only reply she got as he walked off to return to their orphanage.
Quisty shot a threatening look at Seify as if he would be scared to do it again. This did not rattle the boy. He is used to this. He is used to being shouted at. He has grown accustomed to being always on the wrong. Especially from this bossy girl who thinks that she is close to perfection. After that she stormed off. Seify stayed in the beach, lying in the sand, imagining what his punishment would be.
All his life, he was always the naughty child. He was the one who always got punished. He was always wrong. Even when he does the right thing, there is no winning. Because Squall would always be better.
"Squall the ever so perfect. With his perfect manners and perfect silence. This makes me sick" he thought
"Seify, may I have a word with you?" said a motherly voice. Seifer knew he was in trouble but this did not scare him. True to her word, Quisty told Matron about what Seify did.
"Yes Matron I admit to everything Quisty said" he replied straight away to avoid more conversations.
"Seify, can you explain to me why you did it?" Matron Edea asked despite already knowing the reason why the young boy was acting up. She knows that he is doing this for attention and affection. Unfortunately towards someone so dense despite her delicateness, who always paid attention to the other boy.
"Because Squall cheated!"
"Oh my dear boy, always remember to be the bigger person. Whether he won by cheating or not, you always have to be a good sport" she explained. Seifer nodded in submission.
"Matron, why does Quisty always take Squall's side?" Seifer asked.
"I don't know how to answer that Seify. But if you can show her the good Seify that I see in you, maybe she will treat you better" replied the Matron.
"She doesn't care anyway"
She doesn't care.
The following day, Seifer was working on a new hobby. It is called "origami" and he followed patterns to fold papers into different shapes. He took a blue coloured paper and started forming it into a rose. When it was finished, he gave it to Quistis.
"Oh thank you Seify! This is really sweet!" she exclaimed. Seifer felt good being acknowledged and complimented.
"Look Squally, he made me a rose!" Quistis showed Squall
"There is no such thing as a blue rose" he replied
"Oh, well that's true!" Quistis agreed. "But I still think it's sweet." She replied
Little Seifer was embarrassed that he chose that colour but he thought it matched Quistis' eyes. He ran outside the orphanage to prevent himself from strangling Squall for being such a smart-ass. Little did he know, Quisty was following him.
"Pay no attention to him Seify. You were sweet" she said.
"Quisty, I love you!" little Seifer blurted out.
Quistis did not take it seriously and just laughed.
She doesn't care.
She doesn't care
And through these words, young Seifer Almasy managed to break his own heart.