Well, I'm back with this week's update! I see many of you like my 'special word'. Hinka-woonky. It's a Bleeding in Vein original :P

Verdanii- Thanks!

Thugstra- Just read this chappie, too ;)

Silver Chaotic of Randomia- Here's the next chapter!

Final Fantasy H- Yeah, I try to keep them like they're supposed to be. Characters that are not in character kinda suck.

Sickness in Salvation (Crystal)- lol

The next morning, Seifer was up and, although not happy about it, preparing for his classes today with Miss Quistis Trepe, Ice Queen of Balamb Garden.

            He glanced at the clock. He was already late, dammit.

            He threw on his trench coat and swiftly laced up his boots. No time for his hair. He raked a hand through it as he grabbed his gunblade, opened his door, and closed it behind him. There was a smattering of shocked laughter. The sound of a keycard being hurriedly jammed back into the door receptor was then audible, and the door reopened, revealing Seifer in his trench coat, a plain white t-shirt, his favorite boots, and his spotlessly clean underwear.

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            When he finally emerged in Quistis' classroom, everyone was bent over what appeared to be a quiz. Shit.

            He turned to the Instructor's desk, half-expecting a malicious grin from her, but instead she was just staring at him with what looked like shock, her eyes wide.

            He gazed back at her weirdly, then ambled on over to his desk. Students who instinctively looked up at him when he passed them by all gasped in shock.

            What the hell?  Seifer thought to himself. What is it, something in my nose?

            "S- Seifer," stammered Quistis.

            He turned back around to face her. "What is it?" he asked her irritably.

            She was staring at his head. He looked around at all the students staring at him. "What?" he finally snapped.

            "Your... your hair," she said.

            My hair?

            He reached up and felt around his scalp for a minute. That was when a lock of hair fell into his eyes. Down his forehead... and all the way down to his chin.

            What the fuck?

            He needed a mirror. Right then.

            He dashed out of the classroom and ran down the hall. On his way, he noticed he was getting a lot   of attention this morning.

            Finally he reached the men's' lavatory. Walking over to the nearest sink, he looked up into the mirror and almost yelled out at what he saw.

            His once extremely short blond hair was now a lovely chin-length mop framing his handsome face.

            But-  but... it was.....and last night......and....

            He gazed at his own reflection, then last night flashed back to him.

            WAIT a minute... if my HAIR wasn't a trick of the light....

            With that thought, he flew into the stall closest to him and ripped down his pants.

            "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!" he yelled out loud, suddenly feeling faint.

            His little buddy had apparently been protruding, all right. So was everything else. A word, 'gherkin', suddenly crossed his mind,  and Seifer felt like his best friend had just died, and in a way it had. Seifer kept staring mesmerized at himself for a moment, then snapped out of it and quickly pulled his pants back up to cover.. everything. Or what was left, anyway.

            What  the fuck is going on, here?  Am I really losing it?!?

            He just didn't get it, and that irritated him. First his hair had decided it was going to try and reach his ass, and now Little Seifer was shrinking away to- Seifer gulped audibly- nothing, and he didn't know what  to do! Why was all this happening?

            It had all started yesterday after that awful night's sleep and that dream--

            The dream. Ultimecia. Her fingers pointing at him. Her lips moving around those secluded words as she chanted something...

            Pitiful... Boy...

            Suddenly, Seifer could feel himself changing faster. Her words echoing in his mind... her malicious laughter joining in with it.

            Pitiful... Girl!

            The laughter grew louder and louder, and his vision hazed. He started yelling at her to stop, his hands grasping his own hair, which, to his dismay, he could feeling growing longer as she spoke. There was a great pain in his lower abdomen, and then an even sharper pain up higher in his chest cavity. His vision swirled, and then there was darkness.