Come on, people! I represent a second chapter!! Lol!! This one goes into more detail than my first...I think. Heh heh. Anyway. I won't keep you long this time! So after the disclaimer, enjoy!!!
Disclaimer: Wait...they...(tears) DON'T belong to me?! Well that bites!
Chapter two: Nightmares
Squall laid on his bed in the dorm, his arm over his eyes to block out the sunlight. It was seven in the evening; the sun was setting and sending an orange glow onto the campus and through the windows. Squall turned onto his side and shoved his pillow over his head. He had gone to his dorm almost an hour ago to take a short nap; however, his attempt at such was failing. He groaned and tossed the pillow over the side of his bed, staring face up at the ceiling. He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, gathering to a standing pose. He headed over to the door and exited as they slid open.
He walked down the hallway with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He passed a few teenage females with a group of teenage males and they were going on about how awesome Quistis was.
The Quistis Trepe is still around, huh? Squall thought as he smirked inside his head. He yawned as he exited the dorm hallway. He ran over everything he had to do for the day. Once he arrived at the end of his list, he let out a long sigh. I'm finished for the day and have nothing to do…can't even take a decent nap.
He trudged to the Quad to see how the Garden Festival was coming along. Yet, when he arrived, everyone was working except Selphie. Curious, he wondered where she had gotten off. The Garden Festival was the only thing she would talk about nonstop, even if her own voice turned raw. He shrugged and began to exit the Quad, but not before running into Selphie face first.
He jumped backwards from surprise as paper, scissors and other objects went flying into the air. Selphie shook her head and looked around at the fallen supplies and back to Squall.
"Hiya!" She piped with a smile.
"Uh…sorry about that," Squall replied as he trailed off.
"Oh, it's no big deal! I should have been watched where I was going but I could barely see anything with all of this stuff piled up." She picked up a roll of paper and then tapped Squall on the head with it. "So, where ya going?" She asked as she repeated herself.
"I was just—"
"Ah, that doesn't matter! But since you're here now, mind giving me hand?" She picked up a pair of scissors.
"Sure."
Squall bent down and gathered the supplies that were around him. After everything was picked up from the floor, he followed Selphie back to the working area and set everything down on the nearest table. Selphie sighed as she looked at everyone around her working. She clapped her hands.
"All right, everybody!" As she spoke, everyone drew their attention to her. "Great job today, we got a lot done! So let's stop here for the night!" A cloud of relief floated over everyone as they let out a breath. There was some rustling around as everyone put things away before leaving the area. "See you all first thing tomorrow morning!"
Only a few minutes later, Selphie and Squall stood alone. Selphie skipped and looked at Squall. "So! I know you; you wouldn't come down here to help on the Festival, so what were you down here for?" She watched as Squall shrugged his shoulders.
"Nothing."
A look of disappointment came over her face. "Meanie!" She paused and looked at a watch on her wrist. "Oh! Irvine's supposed to meet me in the Cafeteria in a few minutes!" She gave Squall a smile. "Sorry to run, but I gotta! Later, Squall!" She announced as she took of running out of the Quad.
Squall stared after her blankly. Shaking his head, he followed suit and exited the area. When he arrived in the main hallway, he glanced around at the students that passed. He could not help but wonder what everyone was currently up to. Selphie and Irvine were in the Cafeteria – that was all he knew. Judging by the time, he knew that Quistis did not have class, but where she was, Althena only knew. Zell was probably griping because the Cafeteria was out of hot dogs. As for Seifer, he just really did not care.
He shuffled his feet and walked around the Garden, stopping when he arrived outside the Training Center. Figuring he needed to practice (ignoring the fact that there was nothing else to do), he headed in, passing a few people on the way in. Another couple was seen running from the west gate, screaming about a T-Rexaur that they managed to escape. Squall's eyebrows rose when he heard the T-Rexaur mentioned. He entered through the east gate, thinking that if he could devise an ambush attack against the beast, he would be in high regards with himself.
Not long after he stepped foot within the gate, he encountered a trio of Grats. He took them down with ease, slicing one, vanquishing another. He released a sigh and placed the gunblade back into its sheathe, waiting for the next creature to show its face – or whatever. Once he crossed the stone fence by the secret area (and wondering if he should check what was going on through there), he reached the wooden bridges. When he was on the second island, he heard a rustle behind him.
He turned around sharply, just in enough time to land the T-Rexaur's bite on his weapon. He repelled the creature, skidding backwards in the process. Pointing the gunblade at the creature, he waited, and as it took charge, so did he. He rolled under its massive tail and hacked the dinosaur's leg; it let out a shattering roar in response. It brought up its leg, trying to step down on the Commander; however, he continually rolled out of the way of the gigantic beast, causing its foot to only his the dirt. He cursed when he tried to roll out of the way and he gunblade was caught, skidding a few feet away from him. He scattered to his feet and tried to run, the T-Rexaur right behind him. As he passed it, he grabbed the hand of his gunblade, picking it up as he ran. He jumped off to the side as the T-Rexaur hit the rock wall.
Taking advantage of the beasts daze, he caught it in the side with his blade, slicing the stomach. From reflex, the creature jerked its head, almost knocking the male backwards. He regained his posture immediately and brought up his gunblade under the creature's jaw, splitting it into two. It stumbled and crashed to the ground, the fall rumbling the entire Training Center.
He let out a long breath before returning his gunblade to the sheathe. As he stood straight, he jumped slightly when he heard solo clapping behind him. He turned around to see Seifer sitting on the wall, clapping his hands, slowly – tauntingly. He took a step back in caution, as if he was expecting the other male to attack. Seifer hopped down from the wall and leaned back against it, folding his arms.
"Nice display, Commander," he stated with a sly grin. Squall felt his heart begin to pound loudly within his chest. He opened his mouth to comment, but Seifer beat him to it. He shrugged. "Honestly, I didn't think you still had it in you to take down anything in here with the exception of a Grat or two." His jaw clenched. Seifer brought his eyes to look at the younger male, a look of satisfaction playing his face at the obvious annoyance he was causing the Commander. "After all, I didn't think you're pussy-ass could take down anything anymore." Squall went to reply, but Seifer held his hand up to cut him off. "The way you've been acting lately—" He stopped when he saw that Squall's look had changed and adverted his eyes elsewhere. He scoffed. "Oh, give it up, Leonheart!" Squall jerked his head towards the blonde. "I'm only kiddin' around." He kicked some dirt with his boot. "No reason to get your balls in a knot." He walked passed him and stared at the T-Rexaur's carcass.
Squall shoe a quick glance at him, then turned and stared at the wall. "Why…"
Seifer turned to look at Squall when he heard him speak. "What?" He asked, eyes slightly narrowing.
Squall faced him, allowing their eyes to meet only for a second. "Why are you in here, anyway? Don't you have a class to be teaching?"
Seifer snorted a laugh, then cast his eyes up and over his shoulder, crossing his arms again. "You have no concept of time, do you, Leonheart?" He gazed back to him. "Even you know that all classes are released at nine." A confused look overcame Squall's face. Seifer raised a brow. "You weren't aware of the time?" Squall shifted his eyes to a rock on his left, choosing not to reply. "My god. How long have you been in here? Since seven, I presume?" Squall did not reply. Seifer walked up to him and bent down, staring at Squall's face. "Then just to let you know it's almost nine thirty. Maybe time for the kiddies to get to bed." He let a smirk cross his face as he stood straight.
"Then why are you still here?" Seifer's eyebrows rose at Squall's retort, sensing a challenge. Squall looked back to Seifer, meeting his eyes.
Seifer's expression soon changed and he started laughing. "Ha! Nice one, Commander. Take you all day to come up with that one?" He grinned as Squall shot a small glare. He put his hand on Squall's shoulder. "You're pathetic, Leonheart." Squall suddenly flinched, the other failing to notice. "Get on the ground where you belong," he finished as he pushed Squall backwards. Expecting Squall to only stumble, Seifer's eyes somewhat widened when he heard the thud of Squall's back hitting the rocky wall.
The brunette stayed still for a moment, leaning against the wall, eyes trailing the ground with a wide expression his face. "Hey—" Seifer started but stopped when he realized that Squall began shivering, as if from an unknown cold. "Come on now…" He said slowly as he tried to approach the young commander. However, Squall would not allow it as he shouted.
"STOP IT!" He screamed as he pushed Seifer back as hard as he could, making the blonde fall to the ground. He stared at Seifer for a mere second before taking off, running from the Training Center, leaving a confused Seifer behind.
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Seifer had not stopped thinking about the earlier events even after he headed off to bed. He stood with his hands on his dresser, staring at himself in the mirror. He wore a loose white t-shit and a pair of black boxers. Cursing, he brought up his hand and slammed it down on the wood, causing the objects on top to rattle.
What the hell's his problem? All he does is act like a damn pussy-shit! I don't even see why the hell I'm wasting my time on that fool. He cursed once more, this time kicking the dresser, knocking items off.
He groaned and headed back over to the twin bed that seemed so warming. He climbed in and pulled the covers over his head, trying to block out the thoughts running through his mind. He tossed and turned for what seemed to be ages, bust after another hour or so, he managed to drift off into sleep.
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A loud yell erupted from the halls D-District prison. Down the halls, an eighteen-year-old Seifer paced around as a guard sent another wave of electricity through a younger version of Squall. He slumped down and panted when the flow stopped, eyes beginning to burn with unshed tears of pain. "Even if you don't talk, others will," Seifer said slowly, resting his gunblade on his shoulder. He took down his blade and continued. "The Instructor, that little messenger girl, or that Chicken-Wuss…He wouldn't last three seconds!" He began to laugh, a cold, cruel laugh.
Th..they're… Squall brought his head up and looked at the blonde. "They're all here?" He asked, almost in a whisper. Seifer smirked, he green eyes reflecting what little light there was.
"Oh, you bet." He pointed at Squall. "But since I like you so much, I thought you should go first." His smirk grew wider and he took his arm back, resting his hand on his hipbone. "I was hoping you'd be there, Squall. So, how'd I look in my moment of triumph? My childhood dream, fulfilled. I've become the sorceresses' knight."
Squall shook his head as another thought traced through his mind. Sorceresses' knight. His…romantic dream? But, Seifer…now you're just… "A torturer," he managed to get out as his energy depleted him and he went limp, passed out.
Seifer growled and took a step forward. "What did you say?!" He shouted at the brunette. His eyes narrowed. "Passed out cold, eh?" He threw his hand off to the side. "This is the scene where you swear your undying hatred for me!" He growled again, pure anger showing on his face. He gripped his gunblade tighter and began to make slashes in the air. "The tale of the evil mercenary versus the sorceresses' knight." He held his blade in the middle of the air. Bringing it down, he spat out, "The fun's just started, Squall." He pushed his arms to his side. "Don't disappoint me now!"
He gave the cue and the guard in the corner of the room turned on the switch, sending another wave of electric shock through the blue-grey-eyed male. He screamed in shear agony as the wave coursed through his veins, forcing those unshed tears to finally fall from his face. The guard turned down the switch, leaving Squall gasping for air, his body sore.
"Well now, Squall. I'll ask again," Seifer continued, taking a step forward once more. "What is SeeD and why to they oppose the sorceress?"
SeeD…oppose the sorceress? Squall began to think to himself. He shut his eyes, trying to allow some of the pain to fade before he was interrogated again, when he heard footsteps enter the room.
"Sir Seifer, the missiles targeted for the Garden are ready to launch," an unfamiliar voice spoke, but Squall had not enough energy to turn as see whom it was.
He heard Seifer snicker before commenting. "Excellent." The young cadet turned and walked back from the room. The blonde smirked and looked back into Squall's face. "Balamb Garden is to be destroyed on charges of training SeeDs to oppose the sorceress."
Squall managed to pull his head up, screaming within his own mind. WHAT?! He looked at Seifer in disbelief through his tired face; he was only met with Seifer's grin plastered to his face.
"It's a pity, really. I grew up there, too," Seifer spoke solemnly a he shook his head. He brought his gunblade up directly under Squall's chin, just about touching his voice box. "But orders are orders and Edea wants it destroyed." He brought down his blade just as Squall gathered enough strength to speak.
"N-No…" He was able to force from his lips as he watched Seifer turn towards the door.
"After the Garden's gone, the SeeD hunt will begin." He began to exit the room but stopped just as he reached the door and turned to face Squall, motioning with his gunblade. "I'll be Edea's bloodhound and hunt down every one of your kind." He began laughing again. "It'll be fun, Squall. Don't die on me yet." He snapped his fingers and looked at the guard. "Continue with the interrogation," he commanded before he turned and walked out the door.
As he walked down the halls of the prison, he heard the switch turn on and another painful scream come from the brunette.
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Seifer groaned and rolled over in his sleep. Now lying on his back, he stretched and opened an eye, greeted by the still darkness of his room. He cursed to himself and rolled back over onto his side, shoving his pillow of his head. He laid there for a few minutes before growling and throwing the pillow over the side of the mattress. Sighing, he sat up; turning to look at his alarm clock, he blinked in an annoyed manner, seeing that it was still another hour before he had to wake up. He yawned and threw his legs over the side of the bed, figuring that if he went back to sleep, odds are he would not get back up.
He rubbed his face and set his elbows on his thighs, still holding his head. Another one of the damn dreams, he thought as he gathered to his feet and walked over to the dresser. Grabbing a new pair of shorts, a black long-sleeved shirt, and a pair of dark wash jeans, he opened the door to his dorm, glancing down the halls. They were still dark, not a movement in sight. He slowly and quietly shut the door behind him as he headed down the hall to the showers.
This is bull. Having freaking dorm-based showers. We're instructors for Christ sakes! He silently cursed whoever had originally decided to have all rooms this way. He entered the bathroom and shut the door, not bothering to lock it. At least there's a good point to getting up this early. I don't have to wait in line for the damn students get out and I don't have to rush so they can be on time. He smirked and started the water. He felt the water to make sure it was the correct temperature before getting in. He opened the cabinet above the sink and pulled out a small bottle of shampoo, conditioner, and soap. Undressing, he stepped into the warm water, closing the shower curtain right after.
Pouring the shampoo into his hand, he began washing his platinum blonde hair, his mind tracing back to the dream. It's been over a year since all that happened. So why the hell am I still having dreams about it? He began to scrub his scalp. Is that was Squall's still so freaking anal about? He rinsed the soap from his hair and reached for the bottle of conditioner. Can't be. He poured out a dime-sized portion and rubbed his hands together before running the substance through his hair. Then what is he still going on about? We had some pretty good fights, but that's all over now. So why is it he's the only one who still has a damn problem? He washed the conditioner from his hair and reached for the bar of soap.
After finishing his cleaning ritual, he turned off the water taps and stepped out, grabbing the nearest towel. He dried his face and the rest of himself before wrapping the piece of cloth around his waist. He opened the medicine cabinet off to the left of the sink and retrieved his own toothbrush and toothpaste, swearing that if anyone else had even touched it, their head would be off their shoulders. He poured toothpaste onto his toothbrush and began brushing away. Damn Leonheart. Thinks just because he's the Commander he could do anything he wants. It was probably his pathetic attitude why Rinoa left his ass. He began scrubbing harder on his teeth. He removed his toothbrush and spit out the foam. Taking a swig of water from the sink, he rinsed his mouth out, then rinsing his brush.
He placed them back in the medicine cabinet in the same position it had been in before. Removing the towel, he began to change into his clothes. He had just finished zipping his jeans when the door to the bathroom opened, revealing a sleepy-eyed Squall. He rubbed his eyes with his shirt – his large, oversized, baby-blue nightshirt. It was not until he had stepped inside the bathroom when he realized that he was not alone. His face shot red when he noticed the other male and, from habit, immediately apologized.
"Sorry! Usually no one's in here this early and…" he stopped when he noticed who he was apologizing to. Seifer grabbed his black shirt and slipped it on before commenting.
"Chill out, Leonheart. I'm finished here." He gathered his clothes that were scattered about the floor. Yet, he could not help but try and force himself not to smirk at what the "Infamous Commander" was wearing. Out of all the clothes on the earth, he would not have even been able to imagine Squall in the getup. Under the incredibly large baby-blue shirt, he wore a pair of short white boxers – the length of it did not even drop down to the middle of his thighs. The shirt covered just as much as the shorts did. "All yours."
Squall blinked and watched as Seifer passed him and walked outside the room, failing to notice at the slight snicker Seifer let out when he noticed that the Commander was barefooted. "Uh…thanks…" He muttered as he walked in and set down his own clothes on the sink counter.
"Oh, and Commander," Seifer said as he looked back at Squall who turned around to face him. "Nice outfit."
The moment he had said that, Squall's face shot red out of anger and embarrassment as he stomped to the door and slammed it shut in Seifer's face. Seifer laughed as he heard the lock click on the opposite side of the door. He chuckled and shook his head as he began to walk back to his own room. Damn, he's a lot smaller than he looks, he thought to himself with a slight snicker. How is it a guy that's in the Training Center faithfully be that small? He laughed at the thought of Squall in the large baby-blue shirt when he reached the outside of his dorm room.
He punched in the code for the door and on command, the door slid open. He folded the white sleeping shirt and put it on his bed after he made it up and tossed the rest in the hamper. Shaking his head, he grabbed his gloves from the top of the dresser and slid them on before grabbing his gunblade, placing it in its sheathe, and heading down to the Cafeteria for breakfast.
All right! Second chapter completed!! Lol!! Okay, I only got one review for my first chapter, and I was kinda disappointed. If you guys don't like it, I can understand not reviewing. But if you like it, then PLEASE! FOR THE LOVE OF ALTHENA, REVIEW!! )big puppy eyes) (holds up plate full of cookies) Anyone who reviews gets one!! (waves them around) Loves to those who do!! (waves)
