Hi all. Hope you're well. This is my first fic and I hope you'll like it.
It's gonna be a bit AU but hopefully you'll be able to follow it through.
It will be R rated at times (but I'll warn ya before things get to hot for
ya to handle so you can go on aware). Knowing what I have planned for this
fic it's gonna be very long but not hugely and it will end up a quifer,
sqinoa, selvine and laguna's even gonna get some action.
Now I'm only gonna say this once. FF8 and its characters does not belong to me. This is just for fun. I'm only a poor student! But Harlotte is MINE! Now on with the fic.
Chapter one
Seifer threw open the door to his old blamb dorm room with swift frustration, easing out his tension from his walk of shame with the only thing he knew, violence. He hated the stares of the lame cadets as he'd walked with his head held high through the long corridors. This room had been his sanctuary back in the old days and luckily no one had shifted everything since he'd left. Funny that was, he thought as he dropped his tatty rucksack onto the ground and dropped himself onto the standard and uncomfortable bed. He really was surprised they hadn't looted his few possessions out to the mob that was always there, always wanting his blood. But then again, after the time compression they'd probably thought he was dead. They being the ever so fabulous SeeD team that saved the world and their humble headmaster.
Lying there with his thoughts for company he mused over the events after that last battle and the time compression. He'd himself found himself in FH, a bitter old soul, beaten by his dreams and cast out by his only family for one foolish mistake. Funny how he considered the old gang as his family still, they couldn't possible think the same of him. Yet they had treated him as respectfully as they could when he came trudging in to ask for his old place back as a cadet. Matron had smiled softly at him as Cid had hugged him like a father would a long lost son. Of course they were as surprised to see him as the rest of them but they were the one's he'd grown up with, and he loved matron as a mother. She was the one who could only understand him now. To be honest he'd thought that things would be awkward but they were exactly the opposite, he was welcomed. A sudden grin graced him as he remembered the look on the grand hero's faces when they'd been brought into Cid's office. He was sure zell was gonna shit himself! It was bloody hilarious. And the gasps of innocent horror on the girls faces. you'd think he was a bloody monster they way they'd shrieked. Squall's reaction was mildly surprising too mind. A smile had graced him, however small it was, and he nodded silently to him. At least someone had faith in him to think he wasn't dead. Trust that someone to be the awesome hero lionheart, savour of the world, commander of Blamb Garden and all round nice guy!
He sat up, walked over to shower before going to sleep. Yup, Seifer Almasy was back at Blamb Garden, to try yet again for the far off title of SeeD. The fallen knight back to claim his lost dreams. This was gonna be so fucking fabulous.
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Edea sighed as she placed down the book she held in her hands and looked across the smart living quarters to her husband, sitting at the kitchen desk, sipping a cup of coffee. "Cid dear, I can't help but worry about our children. Especially after Seifers return. I can't help it but I believe he may have trouble with the rest of the cadets who just don't see him as innocent of the crimes caused by Ultimecia." Cid began to laugh softly at her words. "Seifer was never innocent dear. Yes he was controlled in the war but he has a passion and mischief in him that hasn't ever died. He follows his dreams, and he makes his own destiny like we all do. He's trying to redeem himself and still catch those dreams of his, whatever they may be now. And I believe he will one day become whatever his heart wishes to become." Edea smiled once again at her husband as he approached her and hugged her form "He's gonna be ok. I know it" Edea pulled back from her husband then, a thought lingering in her mind "Cid, would you be alright if I called in an old friend who might be able to help him out if he does ever need it?" Cid paused for a second "What do you have in mind dear? There's not much others can know about what really happened in history that everyone here at blamb knows." Edea sighed as Cid withdrew from her and walked into their bedroom before whispering into the night that sometimes history forgets the people who are involved in these matters.
Now I'm only gonna say this once. FF8 and its characters does not belong to me. This is just for fun. I'm only a poor student! But Harlotte is MINE! Now on with the fic.
Chapter one
Seifer threw open the door to his old blamb dorm room with swift frustration, easing out his tension from his walk of shame with the only thing he knew, violence. He hated the stares of the lame cadets as he'd walked with his head held high through the long corridors. This room had been his sanctuary back in the old days and luckily no one had shifted everything since he'd left. Funny that was, he thought as he dropped his tatty rucksack onto the ground and dropped himself onto the standard and uncomfortable bed. He really was surprised they hadn't looted his few possessions out to the mob that was always there, always wanting his blood. But then again, after the time compression they'd probably thought he was dead. They being the ever so fabulous SeeD team that saved the world and their humble headmaster.
Lying there with his thoughts for company he mused over the events after that last battle and the time compression. He'd himself found himself in FH, a bitter old soul, beaten by his dreams and cast out by his only family for one foolish mistake. Funny how he considered the old gang as his family still, they couldn't possible think the same of him. Yet they had treated him as respectfully as they could when he came trudging in to ask for his old place back as a cadet. Matron had smiled softly at him as Cid had hugged him like a father would a long lost son. Of course they were as surprised to see him as the rest of them but they were the one's he'd grown up with, and he loved matron as a mother. She was the one who could only understand him now. To be honest he'd thought that things would be awkward but they were exactly the opposite, he was welcomed. A sudden grin graced him as he remembered the look on the grand hero's faces when they'd been brought into Cid's office. He was sure zell was gonna shit himself! It was bloody hilarious. And the gasps of innocent horror on the girls faces. you'd think he was a bloody monster they way they'd shrieked. Squall's reaction was mildly surprising too mind. A smile had graced him, however small it was, and he nodded silently to him. At least someone had faith in him to think he wasn't dead. Trust that someone to be the awesome hero lionheart, savour of the world, commander of Blamb Garden and all round nice guy!
He sat up, walked over to shower before going to sleep. Yup, Seifer Almasy was back at Blamb Garden, to try yet again for the far off title of SeeD. The fallen knight back to claim his lost dreams. This was gonna be so fucking fabulous.
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Edea sighed as she placed down the book she held in her hands and looked across the smart living quarters to her husband, sitting at the kitchen desk, sipping a cup of coffee. "Cid dear, I can't help but worry about our children. Especially after Seifers return. I can't help it but I believe he may have trouble with the rest of the cadets who just don't see him as innocent of the crimes caused by Ultimecia." Cid began to laugh softly at her words. "Seifer was never innocent dear. Yes he was controlled in the war but he has a passion and mischief in him that hasn't ever died. He follows his dreams, and he makes his own destiny like we all do. He's trying to redeem himself and still catch those dreams of his, whatever they may be now. And I believe he will one day become whatever his heart wishes to become." Edea smiled once again at her husband as he approached her and hugged her form "He's gonna be ok. I know it" Edea pulled back from her husband then, a thought lingering in her mind "Cid, would you be alright if I called in an old friend who might be able to help him out if he does ever need it?" Cid paused for a second "What do you have in mind dear? There's not much others can know about what really happened in history that everyone here at blamb knows." Edea sighed as Cid withdrew from her and walked into their bedroom before whispering into the night that sometimes history forgets the people who are involved in these matters.