Seifer's Day at the Library: Cinderella Dress in Yella
Disclaimer: I hate these... I don't own Final Fantasy people. None of the Final Fantasy things. And certainly not Eight, which sadly contains Seifer... So bleah... And as for the Bachelor, I took the idea. What happens when Seifer gets Library duty to read to the kids?
Seifer sulked as a number of instructors brought in their classes, most of them were kindergartners. Why oh, why was he punished so roughly? He hadn't done anything wrong to be sent here. Besides lighting the training center up, destroying the garden festival and lock up the garage, he did absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. *Squall just hates me.* he thought as the last child sat down. It was an obnoxiously smiling kid. *Reminds me o' someone.*
"Mister..." someone was pulling his pants for attention. He wanted to ignore the damn kid, but the tugs became more desperate to the point that he was afraid the kid would pull his pants down. Well, not afraid of course. Because he is the almighty Seifer Almasy and no damn kid will pull his pants down.
"WHAT!" he yelled at the then frightened kid. There was a slowly building puddle beneath the kid and Seifer groaned as a library attendant shrieked and took the kid out of the library immediately. Another attendant scolded Seifer for a moment before she had to move the entire group of children to the study area of the library, which was always empty in the morning. As soon as all the students settled down the kid that was taken out earlier was back and kept his distance from Seifer, but that did not stop him from asking his question. Whatever it was.
"Mister Almasy."
*Mister Almasy, I think I like the sound of that. Now since the kid was polite...* "What, brat?"
"I was wond'ring if you would read this?" He held up a book to Seifer. Seifer glanced at the picture of a beautiful poor girl in an extravagant gown running away from a rich prince at midnight. He grinned. The prince reminded him of someone. As did the girl.
"Fine brat. Sit down." He took the book and glanced through it. *Boring. Time for a Seifer twist.* As the kids finally settled down, Seifer turned the book around for the children to look at the pictures. The print was so tiny that hardly anyone could read it with a magnifying glass. It was a plus that the kids couldn't read yet. *I think they're up to the letter L.* He snickered. "All right settle down!" The kids immediately went quiet and stared straight at him. "That's better. Okay, Once upon a frickin' time..."
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There was a wealthy duke named Cid. His wife, Edea had died years before due to some weird freak accident. He only had his young daughter, a pretty cute little girl named Selphie.
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"Mister Seif?" a kid called. *Kid sounds whiney. Ignore* "Mister Almasy." *Better just shut the kid up. Oh great it just has to be the adorable girl with the pigtails.*
"WHAT?" The girl looked unfazed.
"Um... I thought her name was Cinderella."
"That's later! Back to the story!"
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The little girl was Cid's pride and joy. Until he met Quistis. Quistis, you see, was a gorgeous women, with two young girls herself, Rinoa and Zellina. One day they decided to get hitched.
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Seifer sensed an oncoming question, so he glared at the kids. That made any oncoming question dissipate. A familiar face grinned at him between books on the bookshelf from the other side. He smirked back.
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So the wedding day came and passed. And then Cid was called on duty. He had left for a week when news came, telling Quistis and the girls Cid had died. They were all devastated. Especially, Cid's precious one, Selphie.
Months went by and Quistis's true form surfaced. She treated poor Selphie badly while she pampered her own. Zellina and Rinoa became really pretty, but Selphie, despite her hardships, was the prettiest of them all. Even with the cinders on her face, the ones that marred her face, made her even more prettier. The cinders from the fireplace she slept nearby gave her the nickname, Cinderella.
Cinderella, or Selphie, was worked bone deep. From sweeping the floors to cleaning the chimney and many other dirty jobs around the large house. It was like this for many years. Cinderella grew everyday into a beautiful young woman. Her step-sisters too grew prettier everyday, but they knew they couldn't outmatch the attractive Cinderella, so they made her even more unattractive, by making her do more work. It failed, but Cinderella was so busy that she had no time to have fun in town. Not that there was anyone that could give her a good time... except for none other then Prince... er hum, Seifer. That was why one day...
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"Seifer?" it was the girl again.
"WHAT?" Again she was unfazed.
"Why is the prince named after you?"
"Because he can be."
"Why is Cinderella named after Selphie?"
"Because she is the only that fits the role."
"What's a role?"
"A part."
"Why does she fall apart?"
"BACK TO THE STORY." The familiar face was now sitting in the crowd. Seifer's smirk was now a full out smile.
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That is why one day, two royal messengers were sent to invite all the eligible bachelorettes of the kingdom to a showdown. The messengers finally made it to Cinderella's house. Quistis had heard of the showdown and had Cinderella do work elsewhere so she wouldn't answer the door. Rinoa and Zellina were all primped up to meet the messengers. They awaited the knock on the door. Knock, knock. Zellina threw back her golden hair as she answered the door. Rinoa meekly followed suite. Quistis pushed her daughters aside. "Hello," she said.
"Good ev'ning ma'am," the tall messenger drawled with a western accent.
"We've come with a message," said the shorter one.
"All eligible bachelorettes are invited to a ceremony tonight to meet the prince. If at the end of the party ..." The shorter messenger interrupted.
"The end of the CEREMONY, all bachelorettes that get a rose may stay until the ceremony in which they do not get a rose. Once a week, five bachelorettes go home crying or in a obsessed craze while the rest stay and be mean to each other to get their hands on the prince's power and money."
"All the while they get to be all pretty and wear frilly stuff and do their hair all nice." The tall messenger nodded with a smile to emphasize the best part of being chosen. But long before the messengers came, Quistis had already made up her mind. HER daughters were going.
"So how many bachelorettes should we expect?"
"Two," Quistis replied.
"Very well, madam," noted the tall messenger.
"Good bye," the other messenger said.
"Good bye," Quistis agreed closing the door. Rinoa and Zellina squealed in delight. "Well, don't just stand there. You must get ready. You don't have all day."
Later that day:
"Cinderella! My dress needs to be hemmed!"
"Cinderella! My shoes need to be polished!"
"Cinderella! Where is my tea?"
"CINDERELLA!"
The hustle and bustle in the house was confusing as little Selphie ran around doing her chores as fast as she could. It seemed that whenever one chore was finished, another one popped up. It just wouldn't end. Finally it was lunch time. Everything was settled and Selphie had a few minutes to rest before she was sent to the kitchen to wash the dishes. She went up to her room and tried to sleep, but an incessant chirping in her ear caused her grand discomfort. She slowly realized it was none other then, Kiros and Ward trying to get her attention. Kiros and Ward were two mice that were Selphie's best friends in the world. Often they had heard little things from her stepmother or stepsisters, or Raijin a blue jay that Selphie befriended and tell her. And it seemed they had something to say.
"Ceremony tonight," Ward whispered.
"Prince had invited all bachelorettes of the kingdom," Kiros explained.
"The prince?" Selphie asked sitting up to hear better.
"Yes. It is tonight."
"Your sisters are going," included Ward.
"You should go!" Selphie sighed, looking wearily at her rags.
"There is no way that the prince would look at me," Selphie said dismally. "He'll think I'm a stray servant girl."
"You're prettier then any servant girl!"
"And any other girl!"
"You should go!"
"Yeah go!"
"Only if I could..."
Heh, heh, I was just sooo tempted to write this. If ye likes, then I write... more. If ye don't, me won't... write more.
Disclaimer: I hate these... I don't own Final Fantasy people. None of the Final Fantasy things. And certainly not Eight, which sadly contains Seifer... So bleah... And as for the Bachelor, I took the idea. What happens when Seifer gets Library duty to read to the kids?
Seifer sulked as a number of instructors brought in their classes, most of them were kindergartners. Why oh, why was he punished so roughly? He hadn't done anything wrong to be sent here. Besides lighting the training center up, destroying the garden festival and lock up the garage, he did absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. *Squall just hates me.* he thought as the last child sat down. It was an obnoxiously smiling kid. *Reminds me o' someone.*
"Mister..." someone was pulling his pants for attention. He wanted to ignore the damn kid, but the tugs became more desperate to the point that he was afraid the kid would pull his pants down. Well, not afraid of course. Because he is the almighty Seifer Almasy and no damn kid will pull his pants down.
"WHAT!" he yelled at the then frightened kid. There was a slowly building puddle beneath the kid and Seifer groaned as a library attendant shrieked and took the kid out of the library immediately. Another attendant scolded Seifer for a moment before she had to move the entire group of children to the study area of the library, which was always empty in the morning. As soon as all the students settled down the kid that was taken out earlier was back and kept his distance from Seifer, but that did not stop him from asking his question. Whatever it was.
"Mister Almasy."
*Mister Almasy, I think I like the sound of that. Now since the kid was polite...* "What, brat?"
"I was wond'ring if you would read this?" He held up a book to Seifer. Seifer glanced at the picture of a beautiful poor girl in an extravagant gown running away from a rich prince at midnight. He grinned. The prince reminded him of someone. As did the girl.
"Fine brat. Sit down." He took the book and glanced through it. *Boring. Time for a Seifer twist.* As the kids finally settled down, Seifer turned the book around for the children to look at the pictures. The print was so tiny that hardly anyone could read it with a magnifying glass. It was a plus that the kids couldn't read yet. *I think they're up to the letter L.* He snickered. "All right settle down!" The kids immediately went quiet and stared straight at him. "That's better. Okay, Once upon a frickin' time..."
¤
There was a wealthy duke named Cid. His wife, Edea had died years before due to some weird freak accident. He only had his young daughter, a pretty cute little girl named Selphie.
¤
"Mister Seif?" a kid called. *Kid sounds whiney. Ignore* "Mister Almasy." *Better just shut the kid up. Oh great it just has to be the adorable girl with the pigtails.*
"WHAT?" The girl looked unfazed.
"Um... I thought her name was Cinderella."
"That's later! Back to the story!"
¤
The little girl was Cid's pride and joy. Until he met Quistis. Quistis, you see, was a gorgeous women, with two young girls herself, Rinoa and Zellina. One day they decided to get hitched.
¤
Seifer sensed an oncoming question, so he glared at the kids. That made any oncoming question dissipate. A familiar face grinned at him between books on the bookshelf from the other side. He smirked back.
¤
So the wedding day came and passed. And then Cid was called on duty. He had left for a week when news came, telling Quistis and the girls Cid had died. They were all devastated. Especially, Cid's precious one, Selphie.
Months went by and Quistis's true form surfaced. She treated poor Selphie badly while she pampered her own. Zellina and Rinoa became really pretty, but Selphie, despite her hardships, was the prettiest of them all. Even with the cinders on her face, the ones that marred her face, made her even more prettier. The cinders from the fireplace she slept nearby gave her the nickname, Cinderella.
Cinderella, or Selphie, was worked bone deep. From sweeping the floors to cleaning the chimney and many other dirty jobs around the large house. It was like this for many years. Cinderella grew everyday into a beautiful young woman. Her step-sisters too grew prettier everyday, but they knew they couldn't outmatch the attractive Cinderella, so they made her even more unattractive, by making her do more work. It failed, but Cinderella was so busy that she had no time to have fun in town. Not that there was anyone that could give her a good time... except for none other then Prince... er hum, Seifer. That was why one day...
¤
"Seifer?" it was the girl again.
"WHAT?" Again she was unfazed.
"Why is the prince named after you?"
"Because he can be."
"Why is Cinderella named after Selphie?"
"Because she is the only that fits the role."
"What's a role?"
"A part."
"Why does she fall apart?"
"BACK TO THE STORY." The familiar face was now sitting in the crowd. Seifer's smirk was now a full out smile.
¤
That is why one day, two royal messengers were sent to invite all the eligible bachelorettes of the kingdom to a showdown. The messengers finally made it to Cinderella's house. Quistis had heard of the showdown and had Cinderella do work elsewhere so she wouldn't answer the door. Rinoa and Zellina were all primped up to meet the messengers. They awaited the knock on the door. Knock, knock. Zellina threw back her golden hair as she answered the door. Rinoa meekly followed suite. Quistis pushed her daughters aside. "Hello," she said.
"Good ev'ning ma'am," the tall messenger drawled with a western accent.
"We've come with a message," said the shorter one.
"All eligible bachelorettes are invited to a ceremony tonight to meet the prince. If at the end of the party ..." The shorter messenger interrupted.
"The end of the CEREMONY, all bachelorettes that get a rose may stay until the ceremony in which they do not get a rose. Once a week, five bachelorettes go home crying or in a obsessed craze while the rest stay and be mean to each other to get their hands on the prince's power and money."
"All the while they get to be all pretty and wear frilly stuff and do their hair all nice." The tall messenger nodded with a smile to emphasize the best part of being chosen. But long before the messengers came, Quistis had already made up her mind. HER daughters were going.
"So how many bachelorettes should we expect?"
"Two," Quistis replied.
"Very well, madam," noted the tall messenger.
"Good bye," the other messenger said.
"Good bye," Quistis agreed closing the door. Rinoa and Zellina squealed in delight. "Well, don't just stand there. You must get ready. You don't have all day."
Later that day:
"Cinderella! My dress needs to be hemmed!"
"Cinderella! My shoes need to be polished!"
"Cinderella! Where is my tea?"
"CINDERELLA!"
The hustle and bustle in the house was confusing as little Selphie ran around doing her chores as fast as she could. It seemed that whenever one chore was finished, another one popped up. It just wouldn't end. Finally it was lunch time. Everything was settled and Selphie had a few minutes to rest before she was sent to the kitchen to wash the dishes. She went up to her room and tried to sleep, but an incessant chirping in her ear caused her grand discomfort. She slowly realized it was none other then, Kiros and Ward trying to get her attention. Kiros and Ward were two mice that were Selphie's best friends in the world. Often they had heard little things from her stepmother or stepsisters, or Raijin a blue jay that Selphie befriended and tell her. And it seemed they had something to say.
"Ceremony tonight," Ward whispered.
"Prince had invited all bachelorettes of the kingdom," Kiros explained.
"The prince?" Selphie asked sitting up to hear better.
"Yes. It is tonight."
"Your sisters are going," included Ward.
"You should go!" Selphie sighed, looking wearily at her rags.
"There is no way that the prince would look at me," Selphie said dismally. "He'll think I'm a stray servant girl."
"You're prettier then any servant girl!"
"And any other girl!"
"You should go!"
"Yeah go!"
"Only if I could..."
Heh, heh, I was just sooo tempted to write this. If ye likes, then I write... more. If ye don't, me won't... write more.