Title: Watashi no sensei, watashi no himitsu - My sensei, my secret

Author: the-piano-girl

Rating: M
Contains: Sex, offensive language, alcoholism, immoral relationships between a teacher and a student, Zell with his hotdogs!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Final Fantasy VIII characters or any of the monsters. Those belong to Squaresoft and whoever else owns them. Yada yada yada, you've heard it all before. I wish I did, then many naughty things would happen between them! evil laughter

A/N: This story is set three months after the end of the war, and everybody is back at Balamb Garden., with the exception of Rinoa who returned home (so no Squinoa. I hate that pairing myself. Rinoa is a whiny brat). Main pairing QuistisXSquall, with a small pairing of IrvineXSelphie, which I think is cute. Proving herself in the war, Quistis got her teaching licence back, and got promoted to teaching one of the SeeD classes, including Squall, Selphie, Zell and Irvine, who came to the Garden and passed entrance straight away.

This story is based on a mix of pure Fiction and parts that are also personal experiences. Hope this wasn't too confusing, and I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Right, my fellow SeeD's, today we're going to partner up, amd I'm going to do something different for class. I'm going to let you loose in the field. We're going to kill as many monsters as we can. You have a time limit of the two hours, which means that there is an hour for each of you to fight non-stop. Then we'll change over. The partner who is watching the other fighting will take a record of each monster he or she kills, and at the end of the lesson will hand the information to me. During the battle, no potions, magic or Guardian Forces may be used. If the fighter is dangerously close to KO, or has an abnormality such as sleep or blind, then the spectator can intervene using a potion or a spell as a cure. The purposes of this are to level up, to increase accuracy, strength, and to strategise by observing other battles and coming up with better ways of doing things by examples and mistakes. Hope that wasn't too confusing. Now, any questions?" Instructor Quistis Trepe said to her group of 15 SeeD's. The group of SeeD's shook their heads.

"Right guys, then partner up. And I'll see you at the front gate at 1400 hours sharp. And be prompt."

Irvine and Selphie automatically parterned up, clutching each others arms, starry-eyed as everybody expected from the couple. Zell inched his way to the uninterested looking Squall Leonhart, master gunbladist.

"Hey Zell," Quistis said. "Can I ask a favour of you?"

Zell nodded. "What is it, Quistis?"
"Please call me Instructor in class," Quistis said. "I don't want other authorities to see that I'm not professional, with me on trial and all. And can you please work with the new SeeD, Michaelo. He newly graduated last week, and was the only one to join this group. And I'm sure you two will get along."

"What makes you say that?" Zell asked, looking over at the short black-haired boy standing on his lonesome, looking kind of nervous.

Quistis smiled. "Well, he loves the hotdogs. Almost as much as you!"

Zell put on a cheesy smile and his blue eyes sparkled. "Alright!" he cheered.

"Know what drives you," Squall spoke up, first time this lesson. He flicked a lock of brown hair out of his blue-gray eyes, as if he just didn't give a damn.

"Yeah, food, especially hotdogs," Zell replied. "But nobody loves them as much as me."

Quistis laughed. "That's our Zell. Thankyou very much."

Zell made his way over to the new SeeD, and the classroom cleared out, leaving Squall and Quistis together.

"Well, Squall, looks like I'm going to work with you then," Quistis said, quietly.

Squall smirked. "Oh, Quisty, what a setup." He stood hands on hips, head cocked to one side, letting his brown hair flop over his face.

"Hm?" Quistis asked. "What do you mean?"

He thought about how to put it. "Well...Instructor..." he leant back seductively on her desk and she tried as hard as she could not to look at him. "We all know you fancy me like anything." Squall reached out and touched the soft, pale skin on her cheek lightly.

Her cheeks burned a bright red. She reached for her whistle and looped it around her neck and put her Personal Organiser in her pocket. She remained silent, afraid she might say something she might regret.

"Oh, so you're embarassed about it now?" Squall asked, loving every minute of it.

"Squall, don't. It isn't appropriate in class time..." Quistis whispered, not denying a thing.

"Neither is having feelings like that for your student, which I know you've had for me ever since I was first placed in your class, over a year ago..." Squall said.

"..." Quistis remained silent, flicking her ponytail from side to side and straightening her glasses.

"...Which makes it a damn sight more entertaining!"
"Squall Leonhart!" Quistis exclaimed.
"Yes, Instructor Trepe?" Squall asked, batting his eyelashes in an innocent girlish way. He was the only guy she knew that could pull that off still doing it in such a masculine way, let alone without looking like a prat.

"Get your ass down to the front gate." Quistis sighed. "And shut the hell up. You know my tolerance level for pains in the backside is low."
"Oh, but Instructor. You know you wouldn't punish me."
"You know that one loose comment overheard by anyone could have my licence taken back off me. You can tease me as much as you want when you're out of class and I'm not teaching." But she knew it was true. She wouldn't punish him. She wouldn't have the heart. She liked him too much for that.
"So you're giving me permission?" Squall manipulated the sentence to suit himself.
"I never said that!"
Squall laughed a beautiful laugh at his teacher getting flustered. "You know I'm only playing with you, Quisty."

"Come on, Leonhart. Let's get going. A teacher has to be on time too."

"That's true." Squall left the room, Quistis following directly behind him.

Everybody in Squall and Quistis' group of friends knew that Quistis had a major thing for Squall. But nobody knew that the feeling was reciprocal. Just as Quistis dreamed of her student, Squall dreamed of his teacher. But Quistis and Squall had known each other for most of their life, and Squall knew that if he told her his feelings, she would give up her job to be with him until he finished his SeeD training at the Garden. He didn't want her to do that for him. It was fun to be able to tease her, to make her blush, to wildly flirt with her anyway. And if that's the way he had to play it for now, then that's the way he would play it, but he would push the boundaries like he always did without quite breaking the rules.

And he'd have lots of fun doing it too.

A/N: Well, that's the first chapter finished, written in about an hour. I want to know what you all think about it, so please give me feedback! All suggestions will be warmly accepted since this is my first FanFiction. I really love Quistis! She's gotta be my favourite female character in FF8! I'll try and post more soon, just a pressure of time as I get ready to sit my NCEA exams in about six weeks. ARGH GODDAMN! X-0