By: Paradox
Seifer/Squall
Eventual Lemon, Angst, Fluff
Info: This is going to be a very long series if I can keep myself motivated. I plan to do a timeline of Seifer/Squall since the orphanage, on up to years after the Sorceress War. Not going to be completely set to the game, meaning if I gotta change something to suit my purpose, then of course I am going to. Anyway, I am starting from the time both our boys finally get to Balamb Garden, going to go back and write out the whole orphan gang thing later.
For anyone looking for the entire unedited story it will eventually be posted at NoireSensus and my own site. This version will not have the lemons.
Summary: Squall finally joins Seifer at Balamb Garden, but doesn't remember any of the guys. Seifer is determined to make him remember.
Ages:Seifer is 14, Squall is 12
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters just manipulating them to suit my purposes. Oh, yeah, and I'm not making any money, just getting my kicks.
Keeping You My Secret
Part Two:
Chapter One:
I remembered you the day you walked back into my life. It was like lighting striking, setting everything on fire. I had almost forgotten about you. I had almost forgotten about Matron and Ellone, Selphie, Irvine, Zell, and Quistis. The Lighthouse, the beach, our little secret haven hidden in the cliff across the flower field. I had almost forgotten everything that made me, me.
Then I saw you and I knew. How the hell, could I have nearly forgotten? You were so small, and insecure standing there at the entrance with your suitcase. I heard you sniffling, and every now and then you'd wipe your nose on the back of one of your hands, and glance at the papers in your other. You were terrified though you did your best to hide it. You weren't so good at hiding your emotions back then.
No, you stood there shuffling nervously, and peering around at this titanic, glittering, metallic rip in your world, till finally someone came to save you. Quistis. She really hasn't changed much, I thought then to myself, as she took you by the arm and nearly marched you through the lobby. I followed behind you discretely, like they have been training us to do, and watched her lead you to Cid's office up on the top floor. I watched the elevator rise all the way up till you were out of site.
It wasn't till three days later in the library that I saw you again. I knew I'd find you there, you had always loved books. I had waited for you every day, after and in between my classes. I was afraid you wouldn't show up at first, but there you were shuffling around the rows of shelf, peering at the covers, and occasionally plucking a book from its place. Then, you came around the way and your wide, stormy blue eyes met mine. For a second I thought maybe you'd remember me, your eyes focused on me, and your head tilted the slightest bit to the right. Suddenly you turned away and sat down. That's when I knew you'd forgotten.
I wanted to scream at you, I wanted to kick you, bite, and punch you. Fight like we use to. How could you not remember me? You said we'd be friends forever.
Can I really blame you though? I nearly forgot.
Well, I did the only thing a person as stubborn as me could do. I went over to remedy the situation.
"Hi, my name is Seifer Almasy. You must be the new cadet Squall. "Seifer sat down across the table from the smaller boy.
"Hello," Squall replied looking up from his stack of books and blushing slightly. He peered at Seifer curiously none-the-less. "Yes, I'm Squall Leonhart. Do I know you?"
Seifer paused for a minute before smirking and shaking his head. "Yep, cause I just introduced myself. So what classes you gonna take? You have been through orientation haven't you?"
"Yeah," Squall replied quietly. "Um, I…gun blade specialist," he finished shyly, peeking at me through his chocolate colored bangs.
"Really! Cool! That's what I'm doing. Now I'll have someone to practice with. There aren't there aren't any other gunbladers here. You're pretty cool for a kid."
"Unnhn…okay."
"So, when you start classes?"
"Tomorrow."
"Not very talkative are you?"
"You ask a lot of questions."
Seifer laughed. "Geez…you'll warm up to me soon enough. You'll see. I'm gonna make you like me."
Squall sat up and looked directly at Seifer for the very first time. "I think I have met you before. Like déjà vu."
"Well, you best hang out with me and try to remember."
"Hmmm…" A small smile dimpled his baby fine features before he opened the closest book and proceeded to ignore me.
"You're holding it wrong numb nuts. Like this," Seifer demonstrated, holding Hyperion loosely in his right hand. He glanced at Squall who was struggling with the blade he was currently testing from the rack.
"I'm smaller than you Seifer. This one is too heavy. Besides, I don't like Hyperions, I like Revolvers."
"Revolvers are for wimps who aren't strong enough to hold a real gunblade. "
"Correction, Revolvers are for small built fighters. They are every bit as lethal as your club, they're just weighted differently. And they are specifically designed for the two-handed stance. Which I prefer."
"Because you are a wimp."
"Because it allows for quicker rebounds, and more offensive capabilities. You have to move your entire arm to block from one side to the next. All I have to do is flick my wrist from one side to the next. I waste less energy. That is what separates a good soldier from the perfect soldier. Economy of motion. When it all boils down to it you'll wear yourself out while I'll keep dodging."
"So you know the book theories, we'll just see if you can pull it off," Seifer smirked and moved to the counter. "Hey, Gary. My friends looking for a revolver. Got any suggestions?" he yelled.
A bald, middle-aged man popped from the curtained off doorway behind the counter. "That you making all that ruckus Almasy?"
"That'd be me." Seifer gave his patented smirk and wave towards Squall. "Yeah, Squall just started at B. Garden a couple a months ago. He needs to get a gunblade. Got anything remotely in our price range but not rusted up, scrap metal?"
"I'll take a look in the back room."
"Alright, we'll just wait here," Seifer grinned.
Squall shook his head. "Duh…"
"Shut up, sissy boy. Geez, show a little respect. I am trying to help you get your very own gunblade, aren't I?"
"Only because you think I am gonna let you beat me to a pulp when we start training together."
"I don't think, I know."
"You got the first part right, at least."
Seifer lunged at the smaller teen, knocking over a display of fighting gloves. His companion calmly sidestepped the sudden attack and moved to examine an antique issue of Weapons Monthly magazine hanging in a glass case from the wall.
"See you brute, economy of motion. You are over there huffing and puffing and here I am, not even breaking a sweat." Squall shot a look over his shoulder.
"Ungrateful little shit." Seifer pouted, kicking a glove out of his way.
"Hey, you big ape. Get those damn gloves up off the floor. I might be old but I'll still kick your ass." Gary reappeared holding a banged up case in one hand and a cleaning kit in the other. "Hey you kid, take a look at this. Not the prettiest blade in the world, but it's in good shape and I'll give you a really good deal."
Squall wondered over and took the case from Gary. Sitting it on the floor he popped the lid open and gently lifted the gunblade from the case. He tested it before stepping back. He hunched down into a basic stance, his legs pushing apart to settle the perfect distance. He formed a triangle of lethal effiency. He swung the blade switched hands and did it again.
Seifer watched in awe. Squall was a natural. It was like he had already taken and passed all the classes Seifer had since he'd been here. He really was poetry in motion. And that shit about Economy of Motion, Squall wasn't kidding. He never even broke a sweat.
Finally he stopped. "It's perfect, but how much. I only have 300 gil."
Gary scratched his head and sighed. "How about we settle it at four hundred. You keep a hundred for yourself and when you get the other two hundred dropped by and dump it on me."
"Really?" Squall asked cautiously.
"You two are gonna be some kinda famous someday. I can feel it in my bones. Go on, take the blade. Take this kit too. You boys remember me when you hit the big time. You earn some extra money you stop by and I fix them gunblades up really nice to, ya hear?"
Squall was sitting in the quad reverently sharpening his new gunblade, when Seifer finally found him. "Hey shit head! I have been looking everywhere for you. Were have you been all day?"
"Here."
"You hiding from me or something? Betcha 'scared. Now you have no excuse to not practice, with me." Seifer through Hyperion to the ground and plopped down cross-legged beside Squall.
"I didn't refuse to practice even when all I had was that foul, rusted practice gunblade. And, if I were hiding I wouldn't have been sitting in full view. Lastly, why would I hide from you? You are nothing but a bag of hot, smelly air."
"That's really no way to talk to your friends. Wait, I just remembered you only have one. Loser!"
"I agree, guilty by association I assume."
"Huhn? Hey, shut up. Geez, Squallie. You read too much."
"Hmmm…"Squall hummed to himself before grabbing for the polishing kit stationed at his right knee.
Seifer shook his head and smiled. Leaning back he settled down to watch the boy focus on the task at hand. He was excited, Seifer could tell just by the laser-blue flecks of color swirling in the midst of stormy gray. Seifer could study Squall's eyes all day. He'd never tell the other boy but Seifer thought Squall had the prettiest eyes he'd ever seen. That make Squall mad most likely. But it was true.
"Hey, Squall?"
"Hmm?"
"I can't wait till we get in Seed. We'll go on missions together, and-"
"What if they don't send us together?"
"Phsst," Seifer plucked a blade of grass and examine it. "They will, cause I'll be the boss of this place one day. He…hee. Commander Almasy! How's that sound?"
"Like you need to quit daydreaming about it and go study."
"Study? Phsst, whatever. What do I need to study for? I got you. You'll be Headmaster Leonhart."
"Who said I wanted any part of this scheme?"
"Your Commander."
"Right, you do know that I will be the one telling you what to do? The Headmaster is in charge of the entire facility. The Commander only takes over during wartime. So I will be your boss. Hey, on second thought, I am in. Your first order is to shut up and let me concentrate."
Seifer's mouth flopped ineffectually for the next few moments before Squall burst out laughing. "See this is why I read. So I can see your silly expression when I completely throw you a loop. Logic is a beautiful thing."
Seifer frowned then lunged for the boy, knocking them both to the ground. "Well then shrimp, you'd better beef up, or I'll create a mutiny and take over the 'facilities' Ha, ha!" Seifer mussed the brunette's hair and rolled over till his left side was flush against Squall's right.
"Whatever. What are you going to say? 'Uhn, I'm…this is a hostile takeover! I'm…taking over. All youse guys…follow me…or else!' You big, dumb, brute."
"You forgot handsome," Seifer giggled poking Squall in the ribs.
"If you say so."
"I do."
"Do you always have to have the last word?"
"Do you?" Seifer smirked at Squall.
Squall rolled his eyes.
For those curious as to why this is part two and you can't find part one, I haven't yet started posting part one. This is my Seifer/Squall timeline and it will start from their life at the orphanage and continue till after the war. I am working on the Orphanage chapters but I haven't had a chance to get them up yet. Thanks.