********** Seifer's New Car **********

A Seifu by Vick330

***** Disclaimer *****

I haven't received a restraining order from Squaresoft yet, so I guess they are OK with this. And if they are not, here it goes: I don't own FF8, yadda, yadda, yadda, and all that assorted legal mumbo-jumbo, whatever.

Inspired by a very good, close friend of mine, whose love for his car is only surpassed by the beauty of his generous and loyal heart (but not by much! Heehee! ^_^). - And yes, he knows about this, and won't run me over with his car in retaliation, mainly because I told him that bloodstains are bad for the paintjob.

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***** I - The Mjolnir-JT *****

"Hehehe, losers." Said Seifer aloud, as he thought of the cars of his acquaintances. He was beaming with pride at his new acquisition.

The object of his joy was a black Mjolnir-JT, with turbo-injection, the works when it came to equipment, and state of the art technology. He had just picked it up that morning, at the Esthar-Motors dealership.

The tall man carefully, and lovingly passed a soft handkerchief on the car's shiny paintjob, wiping offensive dust. He lovingly admired its sensuous, aerodynamic curves, its sparkling chrome bumpers, and magnificent rear-spoiler.

Hadn't he be concerned about the corrosive effects of saliva, he would have actually kissed every part of the vehicle, showing how much he was in love with it.

He looked skywards and shouted in alarm, "FUJIN!"

The young woman came running, her Shuriken at the ready, "WHAT DANGER!"

"There!" said Seifer, pointing.

"???"       O_#   [ #  is the eye-patch ]

"What are you waiting for? Kill it before it vandalizes my car!" Exclaimed the blond guy.

All Fujin could see was a small bird, on a telephone wire in front of the house.

"YOU LOST IT" She exclaimed.

Seifer was not convinced, "I'm telling you, it's waiting to release its little intestines on my beautiful Mjolnir-JT."

Fujin rolled her eye and went inside the house, wondering for the thousandth time why she put up with her man's eccentricities.

The bird finally flew away. The car-owner watched it suspiciously, hoping that this was not some kind of deception on the part of the little bugger.

He heard the sound of loud Rap music, and a bright-yellow coupe, with black flames painted on the hood and sides stopped in front of his driveway. Zell Dincht jumped out and greeted him, "Hey Seifer. WHOA! What a beauty! Mind if I take it for a spin..."

Zell stopped dead in his tracks, the blade of Hyperion at his neck, "Not a step further!" Warned Seifer.

The martial artist stepped back, "Whoa, whoa! Take it easy big guy. Sheesh, it's just a car after all."

"JUST A CAR?" Exploded Seifer, "This is a Mjolnir-JT! Fully equipped! And you dare call it, 'just a car?'"

Oh, man! - Thought Zell, "Listen, we're all meeting at The Balamb's Café later on. The guys wanted to know if Fuji and you are interested."

"No way!" spat Seifer.

"YES!" Came Fujin's answer from inside the house.

"We'll be there," Corrected the tall guy, "See you later."

Zell left in a detonation of poorly maintained machinery and ear-shattering music, leaving Mr.Almasy to his car worshipping.

Little did they all suspect that things would get really interesting...in a weird and demented kind of way.

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To Be Continued