This will eventually be a Seifer/Squall thing... cause we're like that. Don't like yaoi don't read it.

I do not own any rights to Final Fantasy 8.

This is an RP between: Me = Quistis, Seifer, Rajin, Fujin, Selphie, Irvine (Also did Dr. Kadowaki)
(Seraphim210) = Squall, Rinoa, Zell

Attempt One: (Names of chapters may change...)

Quistis: Quistis walked up to the Commander's office door and knocked quietly. She had a stack of paperwork that needed his signature, and news that she didn't know if he'd even like to hear or not. Zell was pretty excited about it and so was Selphie, but Quistis didn't quite understand why. Though she'd missed having Seifer around, everything was a lot less stressful with him gone. She rolled her eyes and let out a small sigh before knocking again, waiting for an answer; she knew he was in there, Xu had seen him walk in a few minutes ago. She was going to be really, REALLY grumpy if he was avoiding her again.

Squall: "Come in," came a solid reply to the few knocks on his door. The chocolate haired Commander of Balamb wasn't really doing much...Just sitting in his office chair looking at a file with a standard pen in hand. Life was boring lately, but the missions here and there were a part of the few things that kept him going. Part of his mind wondered when Seifer was to return from his own endeavors-the man was his main sparring buddy after all. Leaning back in his seat, he set his stormy grays on the door.

Quistis: Hearing the Commander's voice through the door Quistis opened it and walked through, closing it behind her. "Hey Squall," She raised the stack of paperwork in greeting, "More stuff that you need to sign off on. Apparently Selph would like to have another concert and Irvine is still trying to get a shooting range. Also, your father called this morning." She moved fluidly from the door to his desk while speaking, holding out the stack of papers once she was there. "There's also a list of SeeD candidate's. Laguna had some interesting news, Zell and Selphie are rather excited about it."

Squall: "Great..." Squall motioned her over, so that she could come forward and place the stack of papers on his desk. Concert? Not so fast...and shooting range, well...There was no immediate need for something like that. The brunette was slightly surprised that they didn't go on ahead and throw in a personalized hot dog stand for Zell. "What did Laguna want?"

Quistis: Quistis smiled as she watched Squall's reaction to everything she'd said flicker through his eyes. She was mildly surprised when the man didn't roll his eyes about any of it. Though just for fun..."Zell decided he'd rather set up a hotdog stand in Balamb city instead of the Garden. His mom and the shop keepers are helping him figure it out. Laguna didn't 'want' anything per se, he just mentioned that Seifer, Rajin and Fujin had passed through a few days ago. He'd told them that they should probably find us and say hi before Selphie blew a gasket." She waited for his reaction, she knew that only Seifer was capable of matching him in sparring so Squall hadn't been getting very good workouts lately... but she didn't know if the brunette was still angry at the blonde for everything.

Squall: It was then that the russet haired male shook his head and hunched forward over his desk. He rested an elbow on it, and tilted his face down into his hand so that he could do one of his signature facepalms. Hearing the news about Seifer and his lackeys, Squall sighed inaudibly. He in fact, was still a bit bitter about everything-but the main point was that they all made it out alright in the end. Seifer...he didn't care. The guy was just like him, but stupid. Idiotic. And falling under a spell like that...it wasn't entirely his fault, not that Squall gave a damn. What happened, happened. And he didn't care for any more change. The stoic man flicked his eyes at Quistis through the spaces between his gloved fingers, and then removed his hand altogether. So...Seifer really was coming back. A small part of him felt...well...they were mixed feelings. What a mess. "Zell should stick to buying hotdogs. Not selling them." The blonde would probably eat his entire stock up before he earned anything or sold anything. A moment of silence passed, "...So Seifer's around?"

Quistis: "Oh Zell's not selling them. He's just setting it up, which means there had better always be some saved for him. He's sick of the school always being out before he gets there, even when he gets there early." Quistis chuckled the blonde sure did like his hotdogs. "It would seem so. I'm not really sure how well he'll be received here. I know a lot of the students are still upset about him "siding" with Ultimecia. Even explaining that she'd kind of warped his mind hasn't helped much." She shrugged her shoulders and flicked her long bangs out of her face. "Like I said, Selph and Zell are excited to see him, they wanna know what he's been doing this whole time. I'm not sure I could be around him without trying to give him a lecture." Quistis looked down at the floor, she really was bad at that, and she did it to everyone.

Squall: The last thing anyone needed from Quistis was probably a lecture. And yeah, Squall could tell that some people were excited about Seifer coming back and some weren't-the lady in front of him had said it a few times already. He didn't really pity Quistis at all. She was a strong woman, that was one thing he knew for sure. "...Don't you have other work to do?" He looked at her with an unreadable expression, as always. "Don't worry about Seifer." People would react to him in whatever way they wanted...and then again, no one was really sure how it'd go. So...the conclusion: Let things go naturally. And they'd see. That was it, nothing more, nothing less.

Quistis: Quistis was brought up short and ripped from her thoughts as Squall chastised her, putting her hands on her hips she sighed and rolled her eyes at him. "Yeah, yeah." She turned smartly on her heel and began to walk away flicking a hand in the air as a form of waving goodbye. No matter how long she was around him he never changed...pausing she looked over her shoulder at him as she reached the door. "Have you seen Rinoa?"

Squall: The last question was something he was expecting but not looking forward to answering. Lately, ever since everything...Rinoa and him had been getting along very well. Despite all of that, she was also becoming increasingly demanding. Demanding of Squall, that is. The brunette...never being in a relationship before really, wasn't used to her constant nagging, and girlish needs. But...he still loved her, naturally. "...A few times." Why did it matter to Quistis? Shaking his head, he waved a hand up at her in order to dismiss her.

Quistis: Quistis shook her head at him, "That's not what I meant duffus. I meant recently as in do you know where I could find her? I'd like to talk to her about some things." She opened the door while waiting for his answer.

Squall: Not fazed by her comment, he replied monotonously. "No. Get out."

Quistis: Quistis huffed as she filed out the door and let if fall shut behind her. /Aggrivating dolt./ She rolled her eyes and went off in search of Rinoa, she wanted to tell her about Seifer. Having found Rinoa eating lunch with Zell in the cafeteria Quistis had told her about Seifer and she'd seemed a bit uncertain, but happy at the same time. Quistis had asked Zell how the hotdog stand in Balamb was coming along and he'd launched into and excited explanation of where it was going to be and who would be running it and so forth. When they were done talking and Quistis had gotten something to eat, she went back to her own desk and the piles of paperwork that waited.

Seifer: Seifer had left Fujin and Rajin in Balamb with some other friends of theirs from Garden who had been there. He didn't want them to witness the probable horrible reception he would receive upon going to the Garden. Seeing it as he cleared the forest line, sitting as it used to before Ulimecia - before they knew it could move, his gut tightened. He really wanted to talk to Squall, maybe spar with him. He missed the challenge; he also missed teasing such an easy mark.

Squall: After some time had passed, Squall had finally finished approving, rejecting, and signing the various papers that Quistis had so generously supplied him with. A little worn out, the chocolate haired male got up from his desk and began packing up and filing away the papers that he'd have to send to higher ups later. His plan now, seeing that it was probably dark out-was to head to the cafeteria to eat, and then head back to his dorm to sleep. Part of him wondered if Seifer showed himself yet, but then again...he shrugged-and left his office and headed to the cafeteria.

Seifer: Seifer made it to the front gate and paused half expecting it to be slammed in his face or for the school to suddenly lift off the ground just to spite him. When none of that happened he walked inside, he was greeted by the old man at the gate. He waved and smiled in return as said man let him through the turnstile. Walking up to the directory he looked both ways. "Well this place is pretty dead." He made a scoffing noise, "All the poor little kiddies tucked into bed already?" Seifer realized there was really no one there to hear him be an ass, but it hadn't ever stopped him before.

Squall: Without dilly dallying, Squall made his way down the halls with his hands tucked into his pockets-between those lovely arrayed belts and studs. It was a cold night, and he was the lone lion. Naturally. Looking up as he moved, Squall set his stoic gaze upon a far too familiar blonde. He would never forget the torture that man put him through. A small part of him wondered if that was partially just...hatred that fueled actions. Not caring to say anything, Squall passed right by him-as the blonde continued to stand at the directory. Pushing open the doors of the cafeteria, the russet haired commander entered, collected some food, and took a seat at an empty table.

Seifer: Seifer was a bit startled by the fact that, other than the old guy at the gate, Squall was the first person he saw. However, typically, the leather bound man ignored him completely. Which of course translated to 'game on!' in Seifer lingo. Ambling off after the brunette he kept his usual snarky comments to himself, it wouldn't do to get started so soon. Once his prey was seated he sat across from him, putting his crossed ankles up on the table. "So Squally-boy, how's life been treatin' ya?"

Squall: Feeling the table shake from Seifer's 'game on' move, Squall set his eyes on the blonde's feet-and then up to Seifer's green eyes. Fork in hand, the brunette held his gaze with the other, taking in the scar stained face subconsciously. "Does it matter to you?" Squall furrowed his eyebrows faintly, and slowly removed his gaze from the other by tilting his head downwards in order to take a bite out of his food. The action wasn't disengaging at all, just lithe.

Seifer: Seifer nearly fell out of his chair, no glare and an actual verbal answer! The shock was evident on the blonde's face and even more so in his actions as he uncrossed his arms and put his feet on the floor. Leaning forward he watched for a bit while Squall ate his food, then he mentally shook himself. "Not really I guess. It's not like I can't read about what you're up to in the paper. You seen Chicken-wuss or Rinny? Hell I even miss Q sometimes." He leaned back in his seat, "We should spar some time, see if you've grown up any or if you're still prepubescent."

Squall: Squall listened to Seifer chatter, it looked like he hadn't changed a bit...and...it sounded like it too. Oddly, it was really comforting, in a way...Taking a swig of his water, the brunette didn't respond. Maybe he could spar with Seifer later? That was the only thing that interested him out of the things he said, really. Aside from the fact that he mentioned Rinoa...he didn't really want him to see her. Or her see him. But then again, it didn't matter. He didn't really care...

Seifer: /And he's back!/ Seifer thought to himself as he so nicely answered Squall's rude question and was greeted with silence in return. "Fine, I'll just go and find them myself. See you around Puberty-boy." He said as he rose from the table and walked out into the hall. He'd said that but it was pretty late and everyone was probably asleep, plus he didn't know where to start looking for them. Maybe he'd just go back to town and come back tomorrow.

Squall: Squall noticed Seifer get up, and his stormy irises slowly shifted upwards, following the man's broad figure as he walked away in his rather sloppy, yet casual gait. Going so soon...? The russet haired teen rubbed at one of his eyes gently with the hand that was currently holding a fork. He'd see him again sooner or later. Come to think of it all, Squall wondered where everyone had headed off to after all. He continued eating there...alone. What time was it anyway? Squall yawned, unable to help himself from doing so-as he returned his attention to his food. Reading papers for so long really made him a sleepy person.

Seifer: Seifer walked around the deserted Garden and back out the front gate. He paused under the starry sky, simply staring out at the familiar expanse before him. He grinned before heading back to Balamb and the hotel room he was sharing with Rajin and Fujin. Telling them that he hadn't been abused in any way he suggested that they all go out tomorrow and visit.

Squall: Finally entering the dormitory, Leonhart stripped himself of his jacket-followed by the rest of his clothes in order to head for the shower. Turning on the faucet, hot water coated his skin evenly, causing it to soften instantly in a relaxed, loose sort of fashion. After scrubbing himself clean with the necessities, Squall turned off the water, letting the remnants trail about the curves of his navel and the undersides of his pert pectorals. Wiping his eyes with his forearm, he exited the shower, dried himself off, slipped into his solid colored pajama bottoms, and slid into bed.