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Disclaimer: Squaresoft with its golden excellence owns ff8. (I'm trying to make my disclaimer related, LOL)
Author's Note: This is like a strange scientific romance, if you understand the "experimental" process. This was fun to write because it was somewhat kooky. There are curses fully displayed, and I noticed the error of my rating in It's Been Awhile since I realized my peers have known these cusses for quite awhile… I can't believe I made Seifer a Peeping Tom in my first Quiefer fic!!!
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Gold, it was all gold.
Plainly stated, the verity of this was past its input's efficiency. That fact was simple to comprehend and let one's mind grasp. The reality was not difficult to understand either. The only problem was the two factors that served the concept. They were as different as day and night. Factor A was haughty and laid back, even lazy if you will. Factor B, on the other hand, was more humble and tended to be a perfectionist, a prude as some consider. What was the purpose of this whole experiment?
It was to designate experimental love as a high-chance possibility when the world's best minds assimilate at a convention to analyze a situation and its sectors. Science had been unusually beneficial to humanity. This sort of trial had yet to ripen before it could be plucked and tested. It was only a matter of time before people began asking, "Can science help me find my true love?" Was this even feasible?
The answer, in my opinion, was yes. After all, when intellectuals came together and studied certain aspects in an assured testing, anything was possible. Therefore, after much deliberation, I set this idea upon our masterminds, and my theory won out at the exposition. Now, we had to conduct this test with two extremely opposite subjects, unwilling and unknowing. Everyone else would know, but confidentiality was a feature we had to honor lest the subjects rebelled and destroyed the fragile intention.
Consequently, we came upon Balamb Garden. Who was we, you may ask. It was twelve people of high recognition for their scientific work as trailblazers throughout this blessed world. We had recently spoken with a Commander Leonhart and the Headmaster who wholeheartedly agreed to our investigation. That was fortunate. Our first likelihood was ruled out when we noted a young childish-looking onyx-haired girl cling to the Commander affectionately. With reciprocated motions from the Commander, we threw out the idea of him as a variable.
We went on. Much to our chagrin, we found nothing more than people enjoying the taste and texture of each other's facial regions. It had been exactly two hours and six minutes since we had arrived by train to the small coastal town of Balamb and walked towards the now dormant mobile Garden. However, our patience was rewarded when we chanced upon a slim female who was charitable enough to give up her time and direct us around. Instantly, we nodded in secret agreement. She would be a factor.
Feigning exhaustion, we were waved off politely to a guest section in the large academy. There we encountered a slob of a human, lounging around as he brandished his weapon and kept a scowl on his face. Could he be the other variable? We exchanged this detailed and abnormally short-lived transcript.
PROBABLE FACTOR: LOOKS LIKE WE GOT OURSELVES SOME ALMIGHTY GENIUSES.
OURSELVES: WE PREFER THE TERM "SCIENTISTS," THANK YOU VERY MUCH, SIR.
PROBABLE FACTOR: AREN'T WE TOUCHY AND PRUDISH? TCH, I THOUGHT YOU "SCIENTISTS" WEREN'T SO NERVED AND FINICKY. BY THE WAY, DON'T YOU FUCKING CALL ME "SIR" YOU ASSHOLES.
OURSELVES: PLEASE, COULD YOU INTRODUCE YOURSELF TO US? WE HAVE RECENTLY ARRIVED AND ARE QUITE INTERESTED IN BEFRIENDING THE WHOLE OF THIS GARDEN.
PROBABLE FACTOR: YOU TRYING TO MAKE A FUCKING WELCOME WAGON OUTTA ME? [THREATENING TONE]
OURSELVES: NO, OF COURSE NOT. NEVER MIND OUR REQUEST, YOUNG MAN. [MATTER IS WAVED OFF IN A CASUAL DEMEANOR]
PROBABLE FACTOR: TCH, YOU FUCKING IDIOTS, ALWAYS CHANGING THEIR FUCKING SMART-ASS MINDS.
OURSELVES: GOOD DAY YOUNG MAN. [ENDS]
The conversation was brief and rather curt but we had gathered enough data to satisfy ourselves for this day. As rude and foul-mouthed as this man was, we wished to prove our hypothesis of matching up people as different as day and night on the outside, but similar on the inside, personality wise.
After all, our variables had been discovered. Now our next step of the lengthy procedure is to begin conversing with them and their friends to learn more.
In all, we hope to spend no more than six months located here in Balamb Garden experimenting and attempting to prove a complicated speculation.
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Author's Note: Ok, I'm greedy. At least three reviews???