comments: my first fic here, so please review. THX to DarkSquall for the help with my english.
Title: My Point of View.
Author: Genex
Something was wrong. I knew something was wrong. But I couldn't say what. Maybe . . .
"Draco!" A familiar voice rang in my ears: "Wake up!"
With a groan I took the covers above my head and turned on my side.
Now I knew what was wrong.
IT WAS MORNING!
"Come on!" My roommate said and removed the covers: "Get up!"
"Fuck you was all I said and I tried to get my cover back. But, I had no luck. He had already thrown them in a corner far away.
"Here!" He threw a towel at me: "Shower! We've a meeting at 0600."
"Asshole!" I muttered under my breath and got up.
"Shut up and hurry!" He laughed and shoved me into the bathroom.
There I stood and looked at the tiles on the wall. 'Nice color,' was all I could think at that moment. Then I had to laugh. My eyes caught my reflection in the mirror nearby. I stood there with only my boxer shorts that I always sleep in, my tousled hair and a towel in my hand looking sleepy... Like a little lost boy.
Still smiling, I removed my boxers and got into the shower.
Fifteen minutes later I was ready. I walked to the mirror on my closet and took one last look before heading for the meeting.
I was tall, (1.89 m) and well defined. My clothes were chosen to underline my body. Black leather trousers and dark brown chaps sheathed my legs and above them, a sleeveless black shirt and black gloves were all I wanted to wear today. My hair was dyed to a dark green and was tied to a samurai-style ponytail. The colour of my hair matched with the colour of my eyes... they were brown and...
"Stop admiring yourself!" My roommate shouted from his closet. "We've got to go!"
I sighed and turned to look at him. He had is usual outfit. CCC is how I call it. Chaps, coat and cowboy hat, what else?
"Okay, let's go buddy." I nodded to him and we went to the meeting.
That was our last morning together. After this meeting he was gone and later, all hell broke loose. Our garden was taken over and many of us fled. I was transferred to Balamb-Garden. Why? I didn't know and I wasn't about to ask. I was a SeeD. I wasn't supposed to ask questions. And to tell the truth, I wasn't interested. Everything was better than Galbadia-Garden by now. But where was my buddy? He wasn't allowed to say, so I was in the dark about him.
***
"Instructor Trepe?" I asked the young woman before me.
She nodded: "I assume you are Draco da Silva. And just Quistis Trepe."
"Okay. I'm Draco da Silva, SeeD." I greeted her: "Where's my room? I've to change my clothes."
"Follow me." She said and turned.
During my walk I admired the Garden. It looked good. A real beauty... I sighed as I thought about my old home but I had to face my new life here. I feared it a little. In Balamb Garden, nobody knew me. I had to build my image anew. A task I'm not really looking forward to. Not that I'm getting lazy of course, I'm just tired of pretending to be someone that I am not.
Maybe...
"Here we are!" Trepe opened the door to a single room. "Make yourself at home. At 1300, we've a meeting in the..."
She was cut off as the whole garden started to shake and a crashing sound could be heard.
"Shit!" Trepe curses and headed back towards the main hall. After a few steps she stopped. "Change and meet me in the hall in a few minutes."
I nodded and stepped into my new home. "Home sweet home!" I sighed and let my bag fall. After digging around for some new clothes I quickly took a shower and changed. I made sure my looks are perfect.
After throwing on my favourite black coat with a green Chinese dragon on the back and checking my weapons, I stepped out of my room and headed for the hall.
In the elevator I met Trepe again and two of the Balamb-SeeDs. One of them I knew perfectly, but he was busy chatting with Trepe so none of them recognised me. The third was quiet. After arriving in the hall I got out and raised my voice.
"I don't like it, to be left out." I lay a bit of a thread in my voice. "And you know that very well buddy." With this, I pointed my finger at the chest of the cowboy before me.
At first a confused statement was seen on his face and then the recognition followed. I knew he had the urge to hug me... I would like to do so, too. But we're in public and showing emotion isn't my thing. But, after a little hesitation, he smiled and pulled me into his embrace.
He took a deep breath and whispered: "Draco. I thought I would never see you again."
I pushed him away gently. "Sorry to disappoint you. The time you loose me will be the time one of leaves this world."
"Ahem!" The other two made themselves known in stereo. "Kinneas?"
"Sorry...." My buddy introduced them to me.
I already knew Quistis, but the other stud was interesting. His name was Squall Leonhart. And he looked fucking awesome. Irvine nudged me in the ribs. He knew me perfectly. And this was to tell me he wasn't available.
"What have you done during separation?" He asked m, but I refused to speak about it.
"Come on!" He smiled. "You can tell me everything." He cocked his head to the left and looked at me. "Come on..., I know you." With that he laughed and looked at the ceiling. "Girls and fights. Right?"
"Yeah, whatever." I managed to say before Quistis shot us a death glare.
"Irvine Kinneas!" She was growing angry: "We've got a job to do."
"I'm coming!" He laughed. "Sorry bud." He apologized and then, he was gone with the blonde woman and the gorgeous guy.
I sighed.
'I know you...' were his words: 'girls and fights.'
Sure, you know me...
"Damn!" I whispered under my breath.
"Ts, ts, ts."
Someone startled me.
"Who the...." I turned around. "I'm sorry, director Cid."
"So, you're the new guy." He looked me over and smiled.
"Draco da Silva. SeeD." I saluted,
Who developed this salute?
"You've the order to supervise the works on the garden. The plans are in the computer." He motioned for me to follow him. "You office is on the third floor, next to mine."
Office?
Shit. I hate office work. But I didn't ask.
... tbc ...
Title: My Point of View.
Author: Genex
Something was wrong. I knew something was wrong. But I couldn't say what. Maybe . . .
"Draco!" A familiar voice rang in my ears: "Wake up!"
With a groan I took the covers above my head and turned on my side.
Now I knew what was wrong.
IT WAS MORNING!
"Come on!" My roommate said and removed the covers: "Get up!"
"Fuck you was all I said and I tried to get my cover back. But, I had no luck. He had already thrown them in a corner far away.
"Here!" He threw a towel at me: "Shower! We've a meeting at 0600."
"Asshole!" I muttered under my breath and got up.
"Shut up and hurry!" He laughed and shoved me into the bathroom.
There I stood and looked at the tiles on the wall. 'Nice color,' was all I could think at that moment. Then I had to laugh. My eyes caught my reflection in the mirror nearby. I stood there with only my boxer shorts that I always sleep in, my tousled hair and a towel in my hand looking sleepy... Like a little lost boy.
Still smiling, I removed my boxers and got into the shower.
Fifteen minutes later I was ready. I walked to the mirror on my closet and took one last look before heading for the meeting.
I was tall, (1.89 m) and well defined. My clothes were chosen to underline my body. Black leather trousers and dark brown chaps sheathed my legs and above them, a sleeveless black shirt and black gloves were all I wanted to wear today. My hair was dyed to a dark green and was tied to a samurai-style ponytail. The colour of my hair matched with the colour of my eyes... they were brown and...
"Stop admiring yourself!" My roommate shouted from his closet. "We've got to go!"
I sighed and turned to look at him. He had is usual outfit. CCC is how I call it. Chaps, coat and cowboy hat, what else?
"Okay, let's go buddy." I nodded to him and we went to the meeting.
That was our last morning together. After this meeting he was gone and later, all hell broke loose. Our garden was taken over and many of us fled. I was transferred to Balamb-Garden. Why? I didn't know and I wasn't about to ask. I was a SeeD. I wasn't supposed to ask questions. And to tell the truth, I wasn't interested. Everything was better than Galbadia-Garden by now. But where was my buddy? He wasn't allowed to say, so I was in the dark about him.
***
"Instructor Trepe?" I asked the young woman before me.
She nodded: "I assume you are Draco da Silva. And just Quistis Trepe."
"Okay. I'm Draco da Silva, SeeD." I greeted her: "Where's my room? I've to change my clothes."
"Follow me." She said and turned.
During my walk I admired the Garden. It looked good. A real beauty... I sighed as I thought about my old home but I had to face my new life here. I feared it a little. In Balamb Garden, nobody knew me. I had to build my image anew. A task I'm not really looking forward to. Not that I'm getting lazy of course, I'm just tired of pretending to be someone that I am not.
Maybe...
"Here we are!" Trepe opened the door to a single room. "Make yourself at home. At 1300, we've a meeting in the..."
She was cut off as the whole garden started to shake and a crashing sound could be heard.
"Shit!" Trepe curses and headed back towards the main hall. After a few steps she stopped. "Change and meet me in the hall in a few minutes."
I nodded and stepped into my new home. "Home sweet home!" I sighed and let my bag fall. After digging around for some new clothes I quickly took a shower and changed. I made sure my looks are perfect.
After throwing on my favourite black coat with a green Chinese dragon on the back and checking my weapons, I stepped out of my room and headed for the hall.
In the elevator I met Trepe again and two of the Balamb-SeeDs. One of them I knew perfectly, but he was busy chatting with Trepe so none of them recognised me. The third was quiet. After arriving in the hall I got out and raised my voice.
"I don't like it, to be left out." I lay a bit of a thread in my voice. "And you know that very well buddy." With this, I pointed my finger at the chest of the cowboy before me.
At first a confused statement was seen on his face and then the recognition followed. I knew he had the urge to hug me... I would like to do so, too. But we're in public and showing emotion isn't my thing. But, after a little hesitation, he smiled and pulled me into his embrace.
He took a deep breath and whispered: "Draco. I thought I would never see you again."
I pushed him away gently. "Sorry to disappoint you. The time you loose me will be the time one of leaves this world."
"Ahem!" The other two made themselves known in stereo. "Kinneas?"
"Sorry...." My buddy introduced them to me.
I already knew Quistis, but the other stud was interesting. His name was Squall Leonhart. And he looked fucking awesome. Irvine nudged me in the ribs. He knew me perfectly. And this was to tell me he wasn't available.
"What have you done during separation?" He asked m, but I refused to speak about it.
"Come on!" He smiled. "You can tell me everything." He cocked his head to the left and looked at me. "Come on..., I know you." With that he laughed and looked at the ceiling. "Girls and fights. Right?"
"Yeah, whatever." I managed to say before Quistis shot us a death glare.
"Irvine Kinneas!" She was growing angry: "We've got a job to do."
"I'm coming!" He laughed. "Sorry bud." He apologized and then, he was gone with the blonde woman and the gorgeous guy.
I sighed.
'I know you...' were his words: 'girls and fights.'
Sure, you know me...
"Damn!" I whispered under my breath.
"Ts, ts, ts."
Someone startled me.
"Who the...." I turned around. "I'm sorry, director Cid."
"So, you're the new guy." He looked me over and smiled.
"Draco da Silva. SeeD." I saluted,
Who developed this salute?
"You've the order to supervise the works on the garden. The plans are in the computer." He motioned for me to follow him. "You office is on the third floor, next to mine."
Office?
Shit. I hate office work. But I didn't ask.
... tbc ...