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Seifer scowled as the snow started to fall. Again. He'd been in Trabia for nearly an hour, and the snow had started and stopped at least five times.
'Welcome to winter freakin' wonderland. Bah.'
At the moment, he was the back of a Balamb Garden car, staring sullenly at the white landscape. He was not alone, as two other cadets were with him. Neither had any idea who he was though, and for that, he was a tad grateful. The headmaster had allowed him back, but he would have to help with Trabia's rebuilding. If he failed this test, that was it.
Exiled from the only home he'd known. For the last twelve years of his life. With a sigh, he tugged at the collar of the cadet uniform. He couldn't wait to change, and wash this black gunk out of his hair. It was only a comb in color, but it didn't feel right.
"We're here."
'Finally. There is a God.'
He uncurled from his seat, waiting for the other two to disembark before stretching. After grabbing his bags, he followed them out, blinking when he first caught sight of Trabia.
Selphie glanced up at the knock, smiling when her friend glanced around the half open door.
"A few more people from Balamb showed up. And Hyne, Selph... One is a looker" Selphie started laughing. Ever since Squall and Zell had stopped by, most of the female cadets were trying to transfer to Balamb.
"I'm sure."
She only had eyes for her cowboy, although she didn't know how they'd be able to handle this long of a break in their relationship. Since it was still so new, and Irvine's history... With a slight shake of head, she chased away the negative thoughts. With her usual smile firmly in place, she went to go meet the new helpers.
Seifer had already received six room numbers, when someone tapped on his shoulder. He turned, glancing to the left and right before frowning slightly.
"Ahem."
He glanced down, one eyebrow arched.
"I'm to show you to your room. Name's Selphie."
She stuck out a hand, ignoring the slight shiver his stare was causing.
'Ah, fuck.' Seifer thought to himself, idly.
When he didn't take her hand, she just shrugged it off.
"Well, just follow me ok?"
He nodded, picking up his bags again. She led the way, and Seifer glanced around every so often. It would be nearly impossible to loose her, clad in that yellow jumper she favored.
"Isn't it a bit cold for that thing?"
"The uniform skirts are almost as short. There isn't much of a difference. Besides, I only wear this like maybe once or twice a week, this isn't like Balamb, you know."
"Right."
The rest of the short walk was quiet; however, he nearly tripped over her when she stopped short. Luckily, he wasn't so far gone that he wasn't paying attention, and managed to step around her.
"Oh. Sorry. I have a bad habit of running into people, or causing them to run into me. That's your room, you'll be sharing with one of the other cadets from Balamb. If you need anything, I'll be down the hall."
He just nodded again.
"You know, I didn't catch your name."
He was halfway inside the room when he decided to answer.
"That's because I didn't offer it."
Selphie blinked, as the door was shut, quietly but firmly, in her face.
With a sigh, she started to walk back to her room wondering why she wasn't angry about what had just happened. Usually rude people were told off, but...
Seifer plopped down onto one of the beds, releasing a sigh of his own.
'Great. I'm stuck here, in a hell I helped create, and with her. Could things get any better? Damn you, Cid.'
Notes:
For Pixie. And Her Seifer. Sorta. :laughs:
Disclaimers: I don't own anyone, if I did... Heh, actually I still wouldn't own them, they'd be on loan all the time.