© Lexiter Jackson 2002

Duels of Personality

Prologue

Seifer grabbed a towel off the rack, passing it over his short blond hair, spiky from the shower, in an effort to get it dry. Picking up a clean pair of boxers and jeans, he made his way into the bare front room.

Seifer sneered slightly. If you could call it a front room. SeeD quarters weren't exactly glamorous, but Seifer was grateful to Squall for at least letting him back in.

Pulling on his boxers and jeans, Seifer slumped down into the large, threadbare but comfortable seat, sighing.

The fact that everyone had just seemed to…. accept him as though nothing had ever happened to the orphanage gang, as Selphie called them. Seifer smiled at the thought of the bubbly girl. Glancing over to the clock, Seifer saw that it was eleven thirty three exactly.

Lying back, Seifer dozed off before being jerked awake by the buzzer on his door going off. Groping for his gunblade, Seifer looked round wildly before working out what it was.

'Damn….' He got up, padding across the floor to the door. 'If it's that damned cadet again….' Muttering and mumbling to himself, Seifer opened the door, looking behind him.

'Seifer.' The voice was harsh, as though coming out from between clenched teeth. Seifer spun round….and looked straight down the barrel of a shiny Colt .45.

'What the-'

Seifer never got to finish his sentence.

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Wow, not good. A veritable 'Whodunnit' if I ever saw one. Want me to continue? Well, see the little button below? Click it and type in your views (Flames will be ignored or used as fuel for my fire).

Oh yeah, disclaimer. I do not own Seifer, Squall, or the rest, but I do own the dolls and my own characters which you will not be seeing if I don't receive at least five reviews.

And yes, I am very naughty for starting up another story when I haven't finished the other ones. My muses are kicking me as I speak. Please don't hurt me!!!!

So, review! Review! Review!! Please….?

~Lj~