Trap Door Number 22
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AU- Crossover Final Fantasy VIII and Final Fantasy IV
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Declaimers: Do not own Characters from Final Fantasy VIII or Final Fantasy IV. Merely written for fun.
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"...Do you think this is wise?" His little brother asked.
"Wisdom has nothing to do with this."
"Obsession does." It was weird for a Paladin to sneer at anyone but here he is now, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at the older Half-Blood who was chanting a long stream of spells that mean nothing to him.
"..."
"...Fine, what ever you do, just bring him back home." The younger man sighed as he stood back and watch the larger man walk toward the door that materialized out of thin air.
"Of course."
"I mean to Baron not your Castle." The man glared earning himself a heartfelt chuckle from his older sibling.
"As you wish little brother." And he step through the door leaving Cecil stared at the space now had nothing showing it once held a portal to another world.
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The Door between the Worlds were opened... who decides to walk through it...secrets that should have stay behind refuse to be abandon...
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The day was bright, blue sky and white cloud. Rare summer-like for winter season but the wind was cold as unmelted snow lingers over the evergreen trees. The only type of trees in this part of the mountain. The man who sat by the frozen lake had drill a hole through the thick ice as he wait patiently for the bait to work- which had his companion who had travel over twenty miles to come back from the nearest village smirk at his lack of luck and apparently skill in the art of fishing.
"You're back." The man who had stood up from his spot, stretching out his back like a cat that just woke from its nap grunt out his greeting. Honey blond hair brush pass his shoulder as the tie that hold the small pony tail had snapped an hour ago, brilliant green eyes narrowed at the teasing look the other send his way. The pink ribbon of scar slant between his brows twisted as he sneer right back at the other.
"Yes, I believe I made the right decision to pick something. If we were to rely on your 'skill' for dinner, we'll probably starve until the next day."
Seifer Almasy, one of the strongest fighters in his world was not amused as he glared at his companion. The other man had long moonlight blond hair reaching well passes the small of his back tie up as a high pony tail. Unlike Seifer, who define 'masculine beauty', Kain Highwind look almost effeminate with slanted green eyes and fragile features? But one hardly could mistaken his height and build for a woman.
The two of them share a kind of strange similarities which made them seem like they were related even in reality they weren't.
"Right, I would like to see you try." Seifer threw the fishing pole into the water. Like he will try to fish anytime soon again. His skill in fishing hadn't improved since he picks it up after the war. The fishes just do not like his 'baits'. Period.
"I do not like fish in the first place." Kain shrugged as he tugs on the trench coat he borrowed from Seifer. It was too conspicuous to wear his Dragoon armor in this world. No one really wear armor to fight anymore it seem.
"What do you got?" Seifer walked up to the other man who just pass one of the heavy brown paper bags to his out stretched hands as they walk back together to the wood cabin which they had called 'home' for the last month.
"Fruits, vegetables, can meat and some fresh clothes." Kain turn and regard the other out the corner of his eye.
"News around town say there's a flying 'Garden' had landed nearby." Kain smiled lightly at the man who had tensed at the mere mention of 'flying garden'. Which when he first heard the name had him in fits of laughter. This world was even stranger than his own. At least in his home world there's no 'Flying Garden' popping around towns and countries without invitations.
"Aren't you going to take me there to visit?" Seifer sent the other a dark glare.
"I'll be shot on sight if they see me." Well, the actual warrant for him wasn't broadcast across the world which he was thankful for but he did try to keep himself out of sight of people which he had done quit well for the past year.
"...It can't be that bad." Kain tilted his head and regard the other who had very similar experience as him.
"I don't see you marching right back to your place." Pot calling the kettle black. Seifer snorted at the other who didn't do what he just asks him to do.
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"Are you cooking dinner tonight?" Kain pick up the conversation again after the period of uncomfortable silence.
"...If you like your food burn." Seifer deadpan.
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Trap Door Number 22
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So much for keeping himself out of sight. Seifer reflect darkly as he dodge another round of bullet shower as he hid behind the crates. The girl who got herself creamed by the enemy's whimpers at the blood loses and pain from the wounds. The ex-Knight cursed under his breath as he look around for Kain, who had pull two other young boys to the ground as armor piercing shots would have gotten them in the head if they were standing.
What is Garden doing? Sending three barely trained Cadets to take out a well experienced mercenary group as a SeeD Exam?
What type of Instructor are they hiring now? And where's the idiot? Did they just leave their students behind when the crack pot idea of a mission blow up at their faces.
One. Two. Three...Four...Seven.
Seifer calm his breath and count out the ones that were firing at them. He looked over to Kain who was holding four fingers up and gesturing over the other side.
Eleven enemies. Two of them and three worthless kids who were injured and scared shitless. What a great day he's having the one time he decided to come to town to pick up a new service kit for his gunblade?
Seifer start a Firga spell in his hand, holding it and nodded at Kain who nod back. Understand what he's about to do as good fighters do.
The fire spell exploded nearly blinding the enemy mercenaries the moment it hit the ground two arm length away from them. The distraction was enough to gain Kain the spit second he need to jump out of his hiding place high in the air and over the group. The graceful movements of his spear neatly took out four with two swings.
Seifer grabbed the gun out of the girl cadet's hand and empty out the whole load. Even just using an out of date hand gun, the blond did not become one of the most feared man of their world because of a Sorceress.
The silence was deafening as the two seasoned fighter remain still, clearly using their senses to make sure they didn't missed any.
Seifer threw the now useless weapon back to the girl who could barely stay conscious. One of the reasons why he didn't really like guns in the first place. It turns into useless piece of metal the moment it runs out of ammo. Gunblade in the other hand could be use as a sword if it runs out of rounds as those who do not know how to wield a Gunblade would have put it.
The two boys had round up their injured teammate and regard the two blond with weary eyes.
"Let's go." Kain swing his spear, letting the blood run off the gleaming blade edge. But his eyes keep on straying to the guns that were all over the ground. Seifer snorted as he picks up the fallen weapon near one of the dead bodies' hand.
"Bella-Maria modified for magic shots. One of the more popular weapon on the market." Seifer click the safety and hand the gun to his companion who was curious about weapons he wasn't use to.
"Keep it and we're getting out of here." Kain took the offer weapon but he was still curious at the unfamiliar weight now he had in his coat pocket.
"It's way better than what Garden issue out as standard weapons. Those shits can't even shoot straight." Seifer complain as the two of them run across the rooftops heading toward where they know will shake off anyone who decided to tail them.
"...Are you certain it isn't you who can't aim?" Kain smirked at the growl that was flung his way. Annoying Seifer had turn into a habit of his...
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The three Cadets were left staring up at the roof three storage high building that the two blond men had disappear to. Well, the two teenage boys were as their third member was already having a hard time keeping herself awake.
"...Is it just me or do one of them seem very familiar?" One of the boys, Travis asked dryly toward his friend who seems to be in a daze. Jonas shook himself out of what ever surprise had gotten him.
"Shit! That's Almasy!" Both of them were enrolled in Balamb Garden for nearly six years, ever since they ran away from the Orphanage when they were nine year old just before the owner there was about to sell them off as slaves. And they both could never forget the blond man that had one time been their caretaker when they first arrived in the Garden.
Even now it seem like the blond did not remember them at all from his lack of reaction toward the two of them. Jonas thought with a bitter taste linger in the back of his mouth.
"What should we do now?" Travis asked uncertain. Their Instructor had abandoned them the moment they realize they were out number by the enemies. Leah was injured and need help quickly.
"...We go find help." Jonas bends down and helps his friend carry the injured girl. What else could the two of them do?
"Garden shouldn't be too far now..." And when he gets his hand on that coward who abandons to save his own hide... Jonas sneered. Travis' face darkens as he took in the viciousness that was now in his friend's eyes.
Some time...like right now...he really believes years ago when they decided to learn how to fight from Seifer Almasy was a really bad idea.
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"Do you think the guy's alright?" Zell asked in a worry manner even he's munching off his sixth hot dog. Irvine plays with his hat as his slump down in the sofa inside the hotel room they had rented for their night's stay. The sharp shooter couldn't fault the other's concern for the stranger they had picked up in the morning.
The two of them had been sent to investigate one of the rare scouting missions of weird signatures popping up in Garden's sensors. It was an easy job, one that the Commander had given them as a relieve mission between harder ones but it turn out nothing was easy when any of them was involved.
When they arrived in the assigned area- there a man that literally drop off from the sky- looking like Ifrit and Griever had been using him as a chew toy. The two SeeD had dragged the stranger back to town and gotten the healers to patch him up. But even with the wounds healed, the man was still unconscious and the two did not feel right to leave the man in the Clinic so they took him back to their hotel room.
So here they were watching the man sleep- or stirring up awake. The stranger was a very handsome man with tall muscular build, wavy chestnut color hair and pale skin, now as eyes flutter open they noted it was violet in color- wait -violet eyes?
"Ah, you're awake. How do you feel stranger?" Irvine grinned cheekily at the man who was regarding him with a blank guarded expression. "Since we oh-so-nicely drag you back here all heal up and stuff. Mind telling us your name and how you end up dropping out like you lost really badly against a Malboro?"
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Smile never falter, Irvine waited. He's very patient, properly the most patient one among their group, he had to be to one as a good sharp shooter. He could play waiting games.
"... I'm Theodore, I'm looking for someone." The man who identifies himself as Theodore spoke in a monotone which lingers with a sense of something familiar but they couldn't put a finger on it...yet.
"So, Theodore, who are you looking for?" Irvine tilts his head curiously. This man was no commoners, he had to be someone important, the way he spoke and held himself even he's bed ridden say as much.
"Kain Highwind."