A.N. Sorry guys, I had kinda lost my flair for writing for a while, but I'm back and well… I like this story and I feel i should continue it, so without further ado, I re-continue Broken Steel.
Seifer: Bout damn time!
Seifersfire: Go away.
Seifer: Seriously, my grandma could update faster than you… and she's dead!
Seifersfire: Hardy har har…
Seifer: I always win, you're updating aren't you?
Seifersfire: Allow me to introduce my muse, the infuriating annoyance he is.
Seifer: Ahh, you know you love me.
Seifersfire/melts: begone from my sight.
Disclaimer: If Squall and Seifer were mine, i'd keep them locked in my room for only me! So, as you all know about the, they're not mine.
I hadn't gotten more than ten feet into the Garden when I finally figured out how bad of a situation I was in. The Lobby fell silent and the guards that sat behind the plate glass on the entrance stood up, reaching for the guns I knew were at their hips. Irvine shifted slightly behind me, that shotgun of his in plain view. Great, it looked like he was going to kill me, better him looking like it, than everybody else getting a go. I shifted on two feet and turned back to Irvine. "Where exactly am I supposed to go?"
Irvine gestured with the shotgun, his leather coat clinging slightly to his lithe body. "Quistis has all your equipment and everything. She's on the…"
"Second floor, first door to the left, I know," I grumbled, resuming my pace. It's good to know nothing had changed other than the hostile looks I was receiving, note the sarcasm there. "So tell me, where's Selphie?" I asked. Silence really doesn't do it for me.
"You," Irvine said, angrily, pointing that stupid gun at me, "Stay away from Selphie."
My eyebrows just about jumped off my forehead. Yeesh, a little protective there sparky? I couldn't keep the grin off my face, "Why, afraid you're not man enough to keep her?" We both stepped into the elevator and I momentarily decided to keep all smart-ass comments to myself, there was nothing to hide behind.
A grin akin to mine spread across his face, "We both know that you should take a shower and maybe shave before you start boasting about your prowess, you smell like T-Rexar shit after it's rained. Besides, you come near Selphie and I will shoot you."
The bell 'dinged' and I stepped out into the second floor hallway, putting a decent amount of space between the cowboy and me. After I felt I had enough space I turned back to him, and threw my head back and laughed, "So you are worried."
Irvine cocked the shot gun and began to lift it. Just as I was about to dive for the nearest piece of foliage or doorway, hoping either would be enough to stop a gunshot, Quistis poked her head out of her class room. "Seifer, I see you're back."
Now, don't get deceived, Quistis looks like a goddess; long straight blonde hair with a nice slim build, perfectly proportioned in… everyway. She's tall, intelligent and hell, even I'll admit she cares. However, when she's around me the evil side of Quistis comes out and as far as I know, I'm the only one who gets the pleasure of seeing this 'other Quistis' one day they'll all realize what a menace she truly is.
"Follow me," she said, her head disappearing back into the classroom.
"Hurry up, before I shoot you," Irvine hissed. I felt the press of two barrels against my back. Trying not to look rushed, I intentionally swaggered into the class room. It hadn't changed much, the desks were all still perfectly aligned and the windows in the back sparkled clean. In my opinion it still smelled like burnt onions, makes you wonder what Quistis might be eating for lunch. I wondered if my desk was still in the back… and I wonder if the left rear leg is still glued on… Quistis was standing behind her desk, bent over and shuffling through some papers.
"Seifer, you will not be staying in the student dorms, you will be stationed in the faculty quarters. Jut to squash any hopes you might have, your quarters are located directly between Squall's, mine, and Irvine's,we have access to your room," Quistis rambled.
I was about to protest, why do they get access to my room? I'm still a person! How do I know Quistis isn't going to come in while I'm taking a shower or something? Not that she wouldn't enjoy the view, I smirked, but I have some privacy! Before I could even get a word out she held up one pristine finger and started talking again. I hadn't even made a noise and she hadn't looked up and she already knew I was going to say something… Women are infuriating.
"You will have a daily schedule," Quistis said, handing me a slip of paper, the one that she had obviously been looking for. I'm too afraid to look. She bent back over and began looking through the paper's on her desk again. "It is non-negotiable; Squall and I have to run classes besides yours."
"Leonhart's running classes? What about Edea? I can deal with puberty boy having a key to my room but you?" I laughed heartily. "I think not."
Quistis looked up at me from her desk as a wicked smile split out over her face. "But Seifer," she said in a too sweet tone. "Squall and I share a room now."
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Excuse me! What happened to Rinoa? I thought Leonhart and her were going to be together forever and all the fairytale crap. I mean yeah, Quistis had been pinning over Leonhart for years but… she actually got him? What… Why did he do that? I knew that the shock my face was plain to see.
"You will be escorted to meals for your own personal safety. For now you are quarantined to your room until you've had a bath," she gave me a pointed look over her glasses. "And we formally have alerted to students to your presence. That is all; someone will contact you when we have more to tell you."
Realizing that for the time being shutting my mouth was probably a very good idea, I let the cowboy lead me through the back hallways, doing his best to keep me out of sight and when we did run into someone running them off with that huge gun of his. Before I had left the classroom Quistis had given me another set of clothes, I held them tightly in my fists, Hyperion in her case by my side. The only way they let me keep her was if I promised to keep her in the case unless practicing.
"This is your room," Irvine said. He slid a card down the slide next to the door and the door slid open. I held my hand out for the key. I had to really work on keeping my temper down when the cowboy just smirked and walked off with the key in his pocket. I wouldn't be able to leave, because I couldn't open the door again and I'm not fool enough to try and walk out into the Garden alone… at least not right now. So, Leonhart, you've made me a prisoner because of your guilt, huh? I suffer so your conscience can be eased. You forget who you're dealing with. I stepped inside my room just before the door slid closed on me.
It was a generous room, that had a living room space with a sofa that curved around the room and a coffee table in the center, there was a kitchen area that was closed off and just large enough to host a stove, a sink, and one small table, the restroom was right across with a shower and mirror that stretched the length of the wall and the bedroom was down the hall that separated the kitchen and bathroom. I stepped inside the bedroom and smiled; the perks of having a faculty room. The bed appeared to be queen sized.
My own stench however, was stifling myself, I did need a bath. I dropped my bag of clothes that desperately needed to be either washed or thrown away in the bedroom and stripped my grey trench coat off and stepped into the bathroom, but no before taking Hyperion out of her case and laying her on the bathroom counter. The bathroom was fully stocked, there was deodorant, a brush, and inside the shower there was conditioner and shampoo and some body wash. Lifting my eyebrow I looked under the counter for shaving cream and found it in the back of the cabinet. I set it on the counter and turned the hot water on.
Removing my remaining clothes I stepped into the hot spray and was fairly disgusted as the brownish water went down the drain. My first mission back in the Garden; Get Clean, and I did. When the water finally faded from brown to grey to running clear I got a handful of shampoo and ran it through my hair grimacing as I felt the grime under my fingers, Fisherman's Horizon wasn't the cleanest place, you know. I had forgotten how wonderful being clean felt and I suppressed the boyish urge to squeal uncontrollably when I found a fluffy white towel in the rack above the toilet. Although, I might have purred as I dried myself off.
Secondorder of business, Food. I went to the refrigerator and opened it. I didn't expect it to have much in it, especially since the cafeteria was the usual 'spot' to eat, even for the teachers. Surprisingly, there was the makings for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Happily I pulled the correct ingredients out and as I sat back in the kitchen chair with my sandwich and kicked my feet up on the counter I couldn't help but feel a bit pampered. But hey, it's me, who wouldn't pamper me?
Seifersfire: There you insatiable... something. Your friggin chapter!
Seifer: I knew you couldn't resist putting me in a shower.
Seifersfire:glares at Seifer: anyways, review please, loves.
