It has come to my attention that some of you may believe that I own Final
Fantasy VIII or any of its characters. Hahaha you must have been dropped
on your head countless times if you think so!! I do own Terra and her past
and Seifer's past so back off!! If you want them you'll have to fight me
for them. And if you just take them.I'll send my wild pack of lawyers out
after you!! Please don't sue me. I don't have anything of value, except
this cheesie I've had under my bed for three years, it has to be worth
something by now.so yah, R&R.
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The Train
Hmmm. Shoulder length blond hair, eyes so blue that they could challenge the sky; well that was what a guy told me. Right before he tried to get a little too close.again.
The girl turned away from the window's reflection of herself to look around the dim interior of her ridding car on the train. She looked down at her slender form that looked more able to dance than fight, but then a lot of people made that mistake. Most learn their errors quickly though, especially the men. She smiled evilly at the thought.
The girl stood up to stretch her legs. Damn trip always takes so long. She thought to herself looking out the window at the setting sun. But in doing so she couldn't avoid seeing her own body's reflection. She looked at the beige pants that held tight to her and stopped mid calf, and at the spaghetti strap baby blue top that she wore under a long black coat that was a little shorter then a trench coat.
This picture is missing something. She looked at the black cloth under her seat that within lay her weapon. It's sad that I don't feel complete with that thing attached to my hip. Meh. It's not like a monster is going to attack the train. She sighed, pulling a strand of blond hair behind her ear; the owner didn't like weapons on the train.
The blond opened the door and quietly stepped out into the crowded halls. The people weren't short but still the blue eyed blond stood inches over them. She easily slipped through the people to a different emptier car and was walking down the isle when. . .
"Hey there hot stuff!" She rolled her eyes turning to look at the owner or the gravely voice. As she turned she put a funny ditsy smile on her face.
"Tee-hee. Hey there yourself!" She said giggling stupidly out loud but in her head she was rolling her eyes at the buff man, a little shorter then her with brown hair and eyes, who was strutting so deeply that she was sure that he would end up on the ground.
"Wanna come with me to my private box?" He asked flashing what he was sure was a winning smile.
"I don't even know your name. Tee-hee." The tall blond began giggling stupidly again.
"Oh, my name is Brand." Brand replied smiling at the stupidity of the woman standing in front of him. "So, do you want to come with me and do something?"
"Tee-hee-hee. I know exactly what you can do! You can. . ." Her face went hard as well as her voice. ". . .Bite me." Then spun on her heel and started walking away.
"WTF! What was that?!" Brand spluttered angrily, his face going red.
"You see, when a guy looks at me and sees 'EASY' written on my head, I like to piss them off a bit. You'd be surprised at the reaction a girl can get when they do that to people like you." The blond poked him hard on the last word and turned away again.
Brand chased after her and grabbed her arm and spun her around so she was facing him. She quickly unattached his grip with a quick movement of her arm and sharply slapped him across the face.
He growled and pulled his arm back to punch her, when a hand from behind grabbed a hold of his wrist. A deep voice spoke dangerously and calmly in his ear, "Haven't you ever heard, a gentleman never hits a lady."
"Good thing she isn't a lady than." Growled Brand as he swung at her again with his other hand. But again his hand was caught.
Brand spun around and loosened his arms from the iron grip of a tall man. Then started throwing punches at him. The silhouetted man easily blocked or deflected all of the blows until it seemed he got bored and just held the wrists. "What? Are you afraid to hit me?"
"No. Didn't I just say that a gentleman never hits a lady?" There was amusement in the tall man's voice.
"But I'm not a gentleman." The young woman said grabbing Brand's shoulder spinning him until he was facing her and punched him hard in the nose. He staggered backwards into the side of the train.
With blood running freely down his face, a mask of cold fury, he hurled himself at her, again. And once again the taller man caught him but this drilled his knee deep into Brand's stomach. The latter now lying on the floor groaning and the former stepped over him and shrugged. "Sometimes you have to make exceptions." Amusement was heavy in his deep voice.
Now in the light, the blond woman could study the new man's features. He was about 6'2 about a half a hand taller then her, with short blond hair and green eyes, he was about 20, the same age as her too. But the first thing she noticed about him was a scar that ran across his nose from above his left eye to below his right. He was dressed in a dark coloured shirt and pants then a light grey trench coat over top with red swords, points down, on the arms. He had, what looked like dog tags, on a silver chain around his neck. He looked, somehow, familiar to her. The blue-eyed girl brushed the thought away.
"My name is Seifer Almasy." He held out his hand, she took it then let go and turned to go.
She called back over her shoulder. "Nice to meet you Seifer. Mines Terrace, but just call me Terra."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Yah so that was chapter one, please review. It gets sooo much better. Trust me. I know people always say that but still, you should trust me. Please R&R. Thanx luv yus all. ^__~
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The Train
Hmmm. Shoulder length blond hair, eyes so blue that they could challenge the sky; well that was what a guy told me. Right before he tried to get a little too close.again.
The girl turned away from the window's reflection of herself to look around the dim interior of her ridding car on the train. She looked down at her slender form that looked more able to dance than fight, but then a lot of people made that mistake. Most learn their errors quickly though, especially the men. She smiled evilly at the thought.
The girl stood up to stretch her legs. Damn trip always takes so long. She thought to herself looking out the window at the setting sun. But in doing so she couldn't avoid seeing her own body's reflection. She looked at the beige pants that held tight to her and stopped mid calf, and at the spaghetti strap baby blue top that she wore under a long black coat that was a little shorter then a trench coat.
This picture is missing something. She looked at the black cloth under her seat that within lay her weapon. It's sad that I don't feel complete with that thing attached to my hip. Meh. It's not like a monster is going to attack the train. She sighed, pulling a strand of blond hair behind her ear; the owner didn't like weapons on the train.
The blond opened the door and quietly stepped out into the crowded halls. The people weren't short but still the blue eyed blond stood inches over them. She easily slipped through the people to a different emptier car and was walking down the isle when. . .
"Hey there hot stuff!" She rolled her eyes turning to look at the owner or the gravely voice. As she turned she put a funny ditsy smile on her face.
"Tee-hee. Hey there yourself!" She said giggling stupidly out loud but in her head she was rolling her eyes at the buff man, a little shorter then her with brown hair and eyes, who was strutting so deeply that she was sure that he would end up on the ground.
"Wanna come with me to my private box?" He asked flashing what he was sure was a winning smile.
"I don't even know your name. Tee-hee." The tall blond began giggling stupidly again.
"Oh, my name is Brand." Brand replied smiling at the stupidity of the woman standing in front of him. "So, do you want to come with me and do something?"
"Tee-hee-hee. I know exactly what you can do! You can. . ." Her face went hard as well as her voice. ". . .Bite me." Then spun on her heel and started walking away.
"WTF! What was that?!" Brand spluttered angrily, his face going red.
"You see, when a guy looks at me and sees 'EASY' written on my head, I like to piss them off a bit. You'd be surprised at the reaction a girl can get when they do that to people like you." The blond poked him hard on the last word and turned away again.
Brand chased after her and grabbed her arm and spun her around so she was facing him. She quickly unattached his grip with a quick movement of her arm and sharply slapped him across the face.
He growled and pulled his arm back to punch her, when a hand from behind grabbed a hold of his wrist. A deep voice spoke dangerously and calmly in his ear, "Haven't you ever heard, a gentleman never hits a lady."
"Good thing she isn't a lady than." Growled Brand as he swung at her again with his other hand. But again his hand was caught.
Brand spun around and loosened his arms from the iron grip of a tall man. Then started throwing punches at him. The silhouetted man easily blocked or deflected all of the blows until it seemed he got bored and just held the wrists. "What? Are you afraid to hit me?"
"No. Didn't I just say that a gentleman never hits a lady?" There was amusement in the tall man's voice.
"But I'm not a gentleman." The young woman said grabbing Brand's shoulder spinning him until he was facing her and punched him hard in the nose. He staggered backwards into the side of the train.
With blood running freely down his face, a mask of cold fury, he hurled himself at her, again. And once again the taller man caught him but this drilled his knee deep into Brand's stomach. The latter now lying on the floor groaning and the former stepped over him and shrugged. "Sometimes you have to make exceptions." Amusement was heavy in his deep voice.
Now in the light, the blond woman could study the new man's features. He was about 6'2 about a half a hand taller then her, with short blond hair and green eyes, he was about 20, the same age as her too. But the first thing she noticed about him was a scar that ran across his nose from above his left eye to below his right. He was dressed in a dark coloured shirt and pants then a light grey trench coat over top with red swords, points down, on the arms. He had, what looked like dog tags, on a silver chain around his neck. He looked, somehow, familiar to her. The blue-eyed girl brushed the thought away.
"My name is Seifer Almasy." He held out his hand, she took it then let go and turned to go.
She called back over her shoulder. "Nice to meet you Seifer. Mines Terrace, but just call me Terra."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Yah so that was chapter one, please review. It gets sooo much better. Trust me. I know people always say that but still, you should trust me. Please R&R. Thanx luv yus all. ^__~