A/N: Hands up who loves that fake smoke DJs use? Proper school disco stuff. Ok, this chapter is a mammoth compared to the others, but I hope there is something here for everyone.

AoiTsukihime- The title does have a purpose, which will be explained later. I just thought it sounded nicer than, well, sometimes we act like idiots, for example. Lol. Although, it will ultimately mean that in the end.

Thank you reviewers!!!

Chapter Ten

The car headlights lit up the world before them, as they drove slowly down a side road. Having looked all through the main streets without success, they were beginning to despair of never finding what they were looking for.

"Where the hell is this bloody place?" Zell shouted from the backseat.

He was the most restless of the three SeeDs, having settled himself in for bed when Squall had abruptly interrupted him and forced him to get dressed again. Quistis was equally as tired, and tried to stifle a yawn behind her hand. She looked sideways at Squall, they were all running on paracetemol tablets and caffeine now, and it wouldn't be long before one of them burnt out.

"Maybe we should stop and ask for directions? We could pull into that petrol station there," she suggested pointing at the brightly lit petrol forecourt.

Squall didn't reply, just guided the car slowly to the suggested stop and cut the engine.

"I'll go," Zell offered grateful for a breath of fresh air and a chance to stretch his legs.

"Squall, you need to calm down," Quistis advised seeing his hands holding the steering wheel a little too tightly.

"I am calm," he said slowly, his voice full of annoyance, desperately trying to keep his self-control.

He couldn't believe the nerve of the girl. Her father hadn't been exaggerating when had said she needed watching. Squall had been prepared to give her the benefit of the doubt, but that was about to change.

Zell rejoined them, slamming the car door; he offered Qusitis a choice of chocolate bars as he spoke to Squall.

"It's on the outskirts, on an industrial estate. You need to head North-West out of town."

Squall nodded and started the engine. Chocolate and junk food was frowned upon in Garden, it didn't provide the correct energy for training, and Squall generally ate what was advised, but in the circumstances, chocolate was very welcome.

Feeling better for the sugar, all three enjoyed a momentary rush of energy with carried them all the way to the industrial estate, where hidden amongst it was Legends.

There was still a queue of people waiting to go in, showing it to be a very popular place. Ignoring the people waiting, Squall led his team to the front, not paying any attention to the outraged cries of people waiting in the cold.

"Back of the queue kid," the bouncer said, his suited frame twice the size of Squall.

"I don't think so mate," Zell said pushing in front.

A second equally large man joined his colleague to form a formidable team, ready for something to kick off.

"We're not here to cause trouble," Squall said reaching into his shirt pocket for his wallet.

He held it up for the bouncer to read, Zell and Quistis copied his lead and held up their ID also.

"We're looking for a girl," Squall continued. Knowing that he'd caused these two men trouble, if a fight was started in the club, it was up to them to break it up. But what chance did they have against SeeD?

"This place is full of girls," one said folding his arms, but stepping back in an act of respect.

"This one's under-aged, so it would be better for all if we find her…before the police raid this place."

The two men looked at one another, then stood aside from the door, pulling the red rope away from the entrance so that the SeeDs could go inside.

They walked into the cloakroom, where they were met with a man who introduced himself as the manager. One of the bouncers must have called him, Squall thought. He shook Squall's hand with an oily smile on his face, eager for a quiet night. He advised them to check in their coats due to the temperature of the club and followed them inside.

The SeeDs soon realised their night was no where near finished, the mass of people swarming before them magnified how difficult it would be to find Rinoa amongst them, if indeed she was still here.

"Go with the manager to the bar, and wait there," Squall instructed. "I'm going to make a sweep of the place, see if can find Rinoa. Zell, watch the left side of the room, Quistis take the right."

They nodded, not wanting to salute in such a crowed place where anybody could be holding a grudge against SeeD. Squall left them, walking away in the opposite direction.

"Champagne?" the manager asked trying desperately to appease his unwelcome visitors.

Quistis shook her head.

"Thank you, but…."

"Yeah, and keep it coming!" Zell said over her polite refusal, and rubbed his hands together eagerly.

Quistis politely sipped her drink, whereas Zell finished his third glass much too quickly. The manager had left them to their own devices now, watching them from a far, regretting offering them drinks.

They stared through the crowd, but the fast moving people all soon became a blur, and Zell was becoming less and less motivated to keep looking.

"This stuff tastes like crap," he declared finishing the bottle. "I'll have a beer," he yelled at the barman.

"We are working Zell," Qusitis reminded him. "And you are under-aged, and shouldn't be drinking."

"So? I'm clocking-off, dock it from my salary. There's only so much work a man can do per day before he needs a beer."

"Pathetic," Qusitis mumbled.

Spotting Squall, she quickly abandoned her drink and knocked Zell's away.

"Hey!" he complained retrieving it.

Squall, however, said nothing, he was too preoccupied to even notice that what Zell was drinking wasn't cola.

"Any luck?" Quistis asked.

Squall leant his back against the bar and shook his head. It was impossible to find anyone in this place. Walking around was even worse than standing still, as people were continually bumping into one another, and there was no chance to stop and search.

Rinoa was on the dancefloor, one hand was thrown in the air above her head, the other holding onto Selphie. She was laughing, not caring anymore what she looked like, just concerned with moving with the music. The DJ blew fake smoke into the crowd, which disguised everyone in a haze.

She was brought back to earth when some lad she had never seen before took hold of Selphie's other hand and turned her to face him. Enjoying the attention, Selphie began dancing with the stranger, allowing his hands to travel over her hips and Rinoa was quickly forgotten.

The fun of dancing lessened without Selphie, and Rinoa decided to escape to the bar for one more drink. Really she knew she'd had enough, but she'd managed to drink herself into a state where she believed one more wouldn't make a difference.

She reached the edge of the dancefloor, through much pushing and shoving only to step back in horror. Stood at the bar was Commander Leonhart.

"No way," Rinoa exclaimed.

She disappeared into the crowd before his eyes looked her way, and bumped into someone far more pleasant.

"Hey doll," Seifer said grinning. "I've been looking for you everywhere. Thought you might have gone off with someone else."

His expression told a different story however, it spoke of a confidence in Rinoa having waited all night for him to make good on his promise to dance with her.

"No, I'm still here," Rinoa said. She felt a little more confident in his presence than she would be normally, thanks to the alcohol.

"So, I see," he said grinning again, and pushing her back into the middle of the dancefloor.

Rinoa blushed, she had thought Seifer might have forgotten her but here he was. Maybe Selphie was wrong, he seemed to really want her company. The room was filled with girls, and he could take his pick if he really wanted to. But he'd chosen her, and Rinoa didn't understand why.

Seifer spun Rinoa around, and moved his hips in time with her's, whilst standing close behind her. Rinoa looked down at the ground shyly until she found a rhythm and little more confidence. She suddenly had tingling feeling over her skin, and her mind began racing.

The music begged them to dance closer, and the singer sang of sex and desires, sweeping them up into a world of flashing lights, smoke machines, and blushing behaviour. All of a sudden she was just like those girls she had watched from afar before, envying them on the dancefloor dancing seductively with boys, who wouldn't even look her way. She was just as desired as they were, and she smiled enjoying the way Seifer was looking at her, every time she looked behind.

Before she knew what was happening, they were facing one another, and it was the most natural thing in the world to be kissing. Rinoa knew her light-headedness wasn't being caused by the copious amount of alcopops anymore. She laughed as the music changed and Seifer spun her away to treat her to a display of intentionally stupid dance moves.

Laughing hysterically, Rinoa joined him, pretending to swing a lasso around in the air. She was about to move closer to him again, when someone took hold of her arm.

"Get off!" she demanded, before realising who was holding her.

"Outside now," Squall said in a voice that wasn't to be argued with. "Not here," he added to Seifer who was looking murderous.

Outside the cold air hit Rinoa hard; she doubled up on the street feeling sick. She knew Seifer wouldn't find this very attractive, but she couldn't help it, her head was spinning. She gratefully accepted Quistis' jacket and put it on without protest, it was only when the world came back to her that she realised Qusitis was wearing a coat, as was Zell, and the only one who wasn't was Squall.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Seifer shouted striding right up into Squall's face.

Zell reacted by taking battle stance, Squall however didn't back down.

"Instead of shouting at me, why not take your problems to General Caraway, or are you afraid?" Squall taunted him, he knew he really should walk away and get Rinoa home, but something about this man irritated him to a point he couldn't explain.

"I'm not afraid of that old man!" Seifer shouted.

Quistis knew both men were dangerously close to taking the argument to a fight, and Zell wasn't doing too much to stop it. But with Rinoa now leaning on her and crying, she wasn't in a position to step in.

"Don't call him that!" Rinoa screamed.

Rinoa appearing to side with Squall ended Seifer's control and he slammed his hands sharply into Squall's chest. Recoiling automatically, Squall's battle instinct kicked in and he punched Seifer square in the face instinctively. Blood splattered onto the ground and onto Squall's shirt.

At this the bouncers stepped in, unable to ignore the brawl any longer and restrained Seifer from retaliating. Blood streaming down his face, Seifer wasn't the handsome young man Rinoa had kissed in the club, but a snarling thug intent on doing damage.

His arm, loose for a moment swung at Squall, how dodged enough for Seifer's fist to miss it's intended target and connect with the side of his cheek. Squall felt no pain at first, then it flooded in unmercifully, yet he knew it was nothing to what Seifer would be feeling. It had been unfair to hit Seifer as he had, but he hadn't been thinking.

The SeeDs kept their emotions hidden, too well trained and used to violence. Rinoa lost track of events from then on, her mind simply couldn't take anymore. She briefly remembered seeing Selphie, then Seifer covered in blood again, then somehow she was in a car.

"Squall, we need to pull over," Quistis was saying from somewhere above where Rinoa was slumped.

Vaguely aware of being dragged out of the car, Rinoa fell face down into the grass where she threw up the majority of her drinks, a testament to too much sweet flavoured vodka.