Predilection
A/N: Final Fantasy VIII and all characters in it are property of Squaresoft. However, the beloved Kelly [put in later!] belongs to me. Um, Predilection, besides being a word I fancy, is also a title of a Gravitation song. Yeah, yeah, you know the drill.
Prologue
The destruction of Windhill was quick. Painless, even, but Seifer Almasy knew better as he watched the - no, HIS Galbadian troops sift through the destruction of the small town, looking for survivors. Not like it really mattered, anyway. After all, he would've destroyed the fickle town, just a bit later. Give a week or two, which meant a week or two more for the citizens of the crap town to live. But no. Esthar and the SeeD's and stepped up their operation, and were on their way to burn half the farking world down to ashes. Seifer would've wept at the thought of his beloved world going down in flames, if he was the type to shed tears over such an infinitesimal thing, if he had tears to shed in the first place.
But enough about that. Back to Seifer and the mess of a Windhill before him. So he was ambling down the street, shouting commands to various soldiers, answering soldiers questions, the general 'being in control of an army big enough to take over the world' attitude. He smirked. Yeah. It felt damn good to be important.
However, his little daydream of being remembered in the future in textbooks [whether for good or bad, he cared not] were interrupted by a group of soldiers, who saluted. "Yes?" Seifer growled.
"We found a survivor, sir! She's unconscious, though." Major Biggs said. Seifer nodded.
"Lead me to her." And so Biggs lead the way to, what Seifer thought, would be a mangled body, badly bruised but alive. If that was the case, he'd rather have her die.
However, the girl they were placing on a stretcher was not, by all means, mangled in the slightest. In fact, the only signs of hurt on her was her face, where there was one fine scratch down her cheek. Of course, he couldn't tell if there were any internal injuries, but to know that at least SOMEONE lived soothed him. After all, HE was supposed to end up killing half the world's population. Not that brat Squall. And the fact that Squall had the nerve to attack ahead of schedule! That totally threw off Seifer. So yes. Seifer was beyond pissed with the SeeD commander at the moment.
"Take her to the infirmary. I'll deal with it later." Seifer commanded, and they carried the limp body towards Galbadia Garden. Seifer sighed, and looked around at the mess.
"Leonhart, what the FUCK are you thinking?"
A/N: Final Fantasy VIII and all characters in it are property of Squaresoft. However, the beloved Kelly [put in later!] belongs to me. Um, Predilection, besides being a word I fancy, is also a title of a Gravitation song. Yeah, yeah, you know the drill.
Prologue
The destruction of Windhill was quick. Painless, even, but Seifer Almasy knew better as he watched the - no, HIS Galbadian troops sift through the destruction of the small town, looking for survivors. Not like it really mattered, anyway. After all, he would've destroyed the fickle town, just a bit later. Give a week or two, which meant a week or two more for the citizens of the crap town to live. But no. Esthar and the SeeD's and stepped up their operation, and were on their way to burn half the farking world down to ashes. Seifer would've wept at the thought of his beloved world going down in flames, if he was the type to shed tears over such an infinitesimal thing, if he had tears to shed in the first place.
But enough about that. Back to Seifer and the mess of a Windhill before him. So he was ambling down the street, shouting commands to various soldiers, answering soldiers questions, the general 'being in control of an army big enough to take over the world' attitude. He smirked. Yeah. It felt damn good to be important.
However, his little daydream of being remembered in the future in textbooks [whether for good or bad, he cared not] were interrupted by a group of soldiers, who saluted. "Yes?" Seifer growled.
"We found a survivor, sir! She's unconscious, though." Major Biggs said. Seifer nodded.
"Lead me to her." And so Biggs lead the way to, what Seifer thought, would be a mangled body, badly bruised but alive. If that was the case, he'd rather have her die.
However, the girl they were placing on a stretcher was not, by all means, mangled in the slightest. In fact, the only signs of hurt on her was her face, where there was one fine scratch down her cheek. Of course, he couldn't tell if there were any internal injuries, but to know that at least SOMEONE lived soothed him. After all, HE was supposed to end up killing half the world's population. Not that brat Squall. And the fact that Squall had the nerve to attack ahead of schedule! That totally threw off Seifer. So yes. Seifer was beyond pissed with the SeeD commander at the moment.
"Take her to the infirmary. I'll deal with it later." Seifer commanded, and they carried the limp body towards Galbadia Garden. Seifer sighed, and looked around at the mess.
"Leonhart, what the FUCK are you thinking?"