New Seed
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9 February 2015
This is a FFVIII fic by klepto_maniac0. I own no concepts and no characters except the ones you've never heard of, which means they're ones I've made. I freely admit I will take liberties with the FFVIII canon because this is an alternate universe fic. That's why some details are different, some events are ignored, and some people don't exist or act in a different capacity. Ain't fanfic fun?
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I'm flooded with fear
And it don't disappear
But I'm still standing here
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Squall couldn't look at Seifer for the next few days for a variety of reasons, and when Seifer ignored him right back, that should have been a relief. Instead Squall stewed, silently convincing himself that something even worse was on the horizon. And no matter how hard he tried to turn his head off, he just couldn't.
Things came to a head when Squall was walking into class and bumped into Seifer at the door. Unintentionally Squall screamed, or at least his version of a scream. What it looked like to everyone else was that Squall jumped violently and stared at Seifer like the taller boy was pointing a gun at his head.
For his part, Seifer looked at him strangely. But when Seifer's opened his mouth to say something, Squall saw recognition flicker across his eyes and the older boy abruptly went stiff. Squall's blood pressure spiked.
Wordlessly Seifer grabbed his arm and hauled him out of the classroom. They both jumped as they all but ran into Quistis. She blinked, frowned at them, and looked down at Seifer's hand on Squall's arm. Her brows rose.
"Do I need to be worried?" She asked them.
"Uh...No," said Seifer, glancing at Squall. "It's just a talk."
Quistis looked at Squall, who could feel himself sweating. "Squall?"
"Everything's fine," he said, looking from her to Seifer and back again.
"Is this a DC thing or a personal thing?"
"Personal," said Seifer and Squall at the same time.
"Five minutes," she said, stepping around them. Squall noticed how Seifer's eyes lingered on Quistis and felt a fresh burst of awkwardness. "Not a second more."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Seifer hauled Squall down the hallway. Normally Squall wouldn't have let Seifer drag him anywhere, but he knew that if he ran, Seifer would chase him down the hall and tackle him the floor. Seifer had done it before (well, years ago) and that was not how Squall wanted to start any day. Squall let Seifer drag him down to the emergency exit and as soon as Seifer turned around, Squall yanked his arm from the taller boy's grip. He resisted the urge to rub his arm even though it was throbbing slightly.
"Alright, what do you know?" Seifer demanded, his voice low and his eyes as sharp as chips of glass. Automatically Squall felt his hackles rise.
"About what?" Squall asked, glaring.
"About that quiz you put in my pocket."
"...I think you're sick," said Squall, folding his arms and deciding to go on the offensive. "She's our teacher."
Seifer blinked at him. He seemed genuinely confused.
"You think I—" Seifer dragged his hand over his mouth. "Yeah. Okay. I have a problem. But you keep it to yourself, got it?"
"How big of a problem is it?" Squall demanded.
"None of your business."
Squall narrowed his eyes at the older boy. "How many of those have you drawn?"
"None of your business," Seifer repeated, glaring.
"You know, the more I think about it, the creepier it gets—"
"Shut your fucking face, Leonhart."
"Maybe I should tell the Instructor." As Seifer paled, Squall started to back down the hall, saying, "She's really not going to like what you're doing."
"Don't you fucking dare!" Seifer started after him. Squall turned and started to run. At once it turned into exactly the thing that Squall didn't want to have happen and he almost predicted when Seifer tackled him down, grabbing him around the waist like they were thirteen years old again. Squall struggled and managed to twist around onto his back. It wasn't ideal but at least this way he could punch Seifer or at least push him away. Leaning away as Squall struck at his face, Seifer seized Squall by the front of his jacket and started shaking him, hissing, "If I even think you're going to tell her, I'm gonna—"
"Seifer!"
Seifer froze. Squall twisted around to find Quistis standing in the hall, hands on her waist, eyes practically afire with fury. Several curious students were looking out in the hall too, their faces alive with speculation.
"Stop that right now!" Quistis ordered. Seifer glared at Squall, shook him once more for good measure, and let go. Squall shoved him hard on the chest and got to his feet, dusting off his behind. "What is going on?"
"Difference of opinion," said Seifer, folding his arms.
"Squall?" Quistis demanded, looking at him.
"...whatever," Squall muttered, looking off to the side.
Quistis pressed her temples, taking a deep breath. "That's all you're going to say?"
Squall shrugged. If it had been just her alone, he would have told her about Seifer's pervert activities, but they had an audience and Squall didn't think it was right to let that sort of news spread everywhere. Seifer would be rightly humiliated, but Quistis didn't need that trouble.
Quistis breathed deeply. "Detention for both for both of you. Today."
"What?" Seifer exploded. Squall was a second later after him.
"Now get in class and sit down," said Quistis, pointing into the classroom. "And that is the last time I let the two of you talk by yourselves."
Seifer sputtered but when Quistis fixed him with an icy stare, he huffed and stormed into the classroom, making the watchers scatter. Squall followed at a normal pace and pointedly did not look at Seifer as they took their seats at the back of the classroom. Neither of them noticed Brount, one of their class's Trepies, sneak in and slide into his seat.
Quistis didn't notice Brount either; she was too busy rubbing her temples. Great. Detention. Was that really the best she could come up with? Rules were rules, but Quistis hated that the first time she'd actually talked to Seifer in ten days was a reprimand. She didn't want to do that. She wondered if she could make them take detention separately.
At his seat, Seifer seethed. Not about the detention, though that sucked. No, unrest roiled in his stomach at how bad things had almost gone, though he had to admit that if Squall had to draw any conclusions, a creepy teacher crush was probably the best of all possibilities. At least Quistis's career would survive even if his reputation didn't. There was always the possibility of transferring out once he became a SeeD too, so it wasn't like he'd be tarred with this brush forever.
Class was subdued and people kept sneaking glances back at Seifer and Squall. When the bell rang, everyone exited except for them and Quistis, who walked down the aisle and looked at the both of them, arms folded. She shook her head and sighed.
"Do either of you want to tell me what's actually going on?" She asked, softening her voice. "I know you two don't like each other, but fighting in the halls isn't like you. You're both grown and will be taking your field tests soon. You can't carry this juvenile behavior into SeeD."
"It's personal," said Seifer, trying to communicate with his eyes that it was about them. But she was looking at Squall, who was hunched over at his desk.
"Squall?" Quistis prompted.
Squall sighed heavily. He looked up and made sure no one was around before looking at Quistis and saying, "Seifer draws naked pictures of you on the backs of his tests."
"You little bastard!" Seifer lunged at Squall, who raised his fists with a flash in his eyes. Quistis intercepted Seifer and threw him back into his seat.
"That is enough!" She snapped at him. Then her head snapped around to look at Squall. "Wait, what did you say?"
"A couple days ago, I saw something fall out of Seifer's pocket," said Squall. "It turned out to be a naked sketch of you, Instructor." As Quistis gasped, Squall pointed at Seifer and said, "Today was all about making sure I didn't talk."
Quistis was pale. She looked stiffly at Seifer, who had his arms tightly folded across his chest and was glaring off into the corner. She looked back at Squall.
"You're free to go," she told him. "Not a word of this to anyone. Especially not to the Headmaster or Xu. I don't want them thinking I can't handle this."
"Whatever," said Squall, getting to his feet. Straightening his jacket, he glared at Seifer before leaving. As soon as the door hissed shut behind him, Quistis sagged against one of the student consoles and Seifer glanced at her, his hostile gaze transforming into one of concern.
"You okay?" He asked her softly.
"Why were you carrying that around with you?" She asked in bewilderment.
"I just... I miss you, okay?"
"And I miss you too, but I don't carry incriminating evidence on my person!"
Seifer bristled. "It was a mistake. And he thought I did it, not you. You're fine."
"That doesn't matter!" Quistis fretted.
"What's the problem? You didn't sign it."
She opened her mouth to argue but then shut it, shaking her head. "This was a mistake. I shouldn't have..." She clutched her arms.
"I told you before I wouldn't tell anyone," said Seifer softly, watching as Quistis started to tremble. "Not even if they threatened to kick me out. I swear."
"That's not what I'm worried about," said Quistis, shaking her head. "Hyne, what if this goes on your record?"
"Considering that you'd have to make a complaint and I'd have to log it, I don't think that'll happen."
"And if I don't, what would that look like?"
Seifer shrugged. "Like you gave me a talk about the importance of boundaries and appropriate ways to express admiration, and I learned my lesson."
He was so easy with answers, like everything was that simple. Quistis wanted to throw something at him.
She looked really mad. Seifer swallowed the flutter of foreboding in his chest, but it fought like a living thing. He knew what he should ask, but he didn't want to kill something before it even started. Not anymore.
Quistis's chest hurt. There was only one thing to do to protect both of them.
"I want you to get rid of it," she told him.
"What?"
"Just... Get rid of it."
"...okay," said Seifer, unspeakably relieved. "Yeah. First thing."
"And another thing..." Quistis swallowed hard. "We... This... It's not..."
Seifer stared at her, his hand tightening around his arm. He had the feeling that he knew what she was going to say and if she really wanted to do things like this now, at this very moment, when they were both upset, then he was going to give her every chance to back down. And if she didn't, then he was going to let her feel every moment that she sliced them both to ribbons.
Quistis shut her eyes. Seifer was looking at her so steadily, so trustingly. She hated that she cared about that now. Before, when she had wanted to talk about their situation, it had been nearly impossible to get the words out. Now it was like the words were straining against her lips and fear was making her bite them back. Optimism foolishly told her that they could work something out.
"It's over," she choked out. Whatever 'it' was. Seifer slowly closed his eyes and opened them. Quistis cringed as ice seemed to freeze over his eyes.
"I knew it," said Seifer, his voice soft and bitter. It hurt all the more for hoping for the best, but Seifer knew that it was inevitable. He couldn't ever remember being strung up on emotion so high and fast before, even as his inner voice told him that he was stupid to be upset over something that was essentially pure lust. "You don't even want to try."
"This was a very close call," Quistis began, but Seifer was already shaking his head.
"A close call is being under your desk with my hand up your skirt while you're talking to Xu or the Headmaster," he snapped, making Quistis blush intensely. "Or even kissing you in the Training Center during non-curfew hours. This is a pre-emptive strike."
"One of us has to make the hard decisions before we both get in trouble," she retorted, arousal mixing unpleasantly with temper.
"Except it was anything but hard for you to make," Seifer retorted, getting to his feet. "You've always been looking to run, haven't you?"
"That's..." She wished she could whip him. "I don't want to say these things, Seifer!"
"Then don't," he said, reaching out for her. "We never had this talk."
"Yes we did," she said, pulling her hand away before he could touch her. She thought he would back down but instead he stepped forward, making her breath catch in her throat. "What are you doing?"
"Making you regret it," he said, pulling her to him and kissing her on the lips. It was stupid and possibly dangerous. Quistis could knee him in the junk or turn away from him with shock and disgust in her eyes, so even as Seifer tried his best to change her mind with kisses, he was nevertheless tense for any sign of resistance. It did not come. Instead Quistis sighed and melted in his arms just like he'd hoped she would, and Seifer felt his dismayed anger and hurt smolder into something just as passionate and a lot less ugly. The memory of their thwarted activities in the car made him want to do something reckless now that she was letting him try a few more things.
If this was how Seifer kissed when he was angry, no wonder people picked fights to break up and make up again. Quistis found herself clutching the lapels of his coat as he kissed her with increasing hunger, his hands roving all over her body. She was powerfully aware that anyone who took a single step into the classroom would see something they shouldn't, but everyone was gone for the day. They had a little time before reality came back in.
"You should lock the door," he whispered to her, his lips brushing against hers.
"L-lock the door?" Quistis stammered, shock banishing some of her lust. "W-why?"
"Well, unless you want someone to walk in and see us..." said Seifer, nudging her head aside to nibble on her earlobe. Quistis nearly collapsed as sensation tickled down her side and stole the strength from her voice.
"No, no..." she thought, dazed as Seifer started kissing down her neck. "Definitely don't want that..."
Quistis squeaked as Seifer picked her up and carried her to the front of the classroom, chuckling as she squirmed in his grasp. Sitting her on the front of the desk, he soothed her worries with more breath-stealing kisses until Quistis was hazy with wanting. Reluctantly disengaging with a light push, Quistis lay back on the desk and twisted around so she could reach her bag. There was a remote control key fob in a side pocket that she used to open the classroom every day, but as she rummaged for the device, she felt Seifer sliding his hand up between her legs, fearlessly pushing up her skirt. He'd taken off his gloves and the heat of his bare hand made electricity dance up her inner thighs. A flush of heat went through Quistis's hips, making her feel loose and weak inside.
"I can't lock the door if you're distracting me," she told him, her breath coming short.
"I think you can," he said. He could feel that she was wearing silky underthings again, though he couldn't see what color they were. Seifer watched avidly as Quistis squirmed, and then with a hiss of effort she wriggled, reaching over her head to grab her bag. At last she found the remote key and pressed the button. As the door peeped and clicked, Seifer grabbed Quistis's legs and pulled so she was back at the edge of the desk again. She jumped, especially when he dragged her so her legs were around his waist, and he saw her turn almost painfully red. She was so cute.
Another electronic peep made them stare at the door.
Immediately Quistis pressed for the door to lock again, but someone on the other side unlocked it. With a curse and a blur of motion, Seifer vaulted over the desk and rolled underneath it. Quistis would have stared at him except she was yanking her skirt back down. She hurriedly turned her back to the door just in case when Xu came in.
"Why'd you lock your door?" Xu asked, confused.
"I was about to enter grades," said Quistis, glancing over her shoulder. "I always lock my door for that."
"Oh." Xu blinked. "Okay. Wanna get some ice cream?"
"Ah, not today."
"What?" Xu exclaimed. "You don't want to get ice cream? Are you sure you're working on grades?"
"...Okay," said Quistis, folding her arms. "I am not working on grades. I'm working on that...thing I told you about."
As Seifer stared incredulously at Quistis from underneath the desk, Xu hooted and clapped her hands.
"You are BAD," Xu said delightedly.
"The desk here is more comfortable," said Quistis.
"Mm-hmm, I bet it's downright inspirational." As Quistis sputtered, Xu suddenly exclaimed and clapped her hands again. "HA! No wait, you wouldn't do that."
"Do what?" Quistis asked cautiously.
"Bring those things we bought at the special store. You know, just to help things along."
Now Quistis gasped while under the desk, Seifer's mind silently exploded with wild expeculation. What sort of things? Would he get to see them? "This is a classroom!"
"So?" Xu laughed. "Right now, it's an empty room that you're already using for...you know." Xu laughed and waved her hands at Quistis, who started to sputter. "Okay, I'm done. I'm done. Hee hee hee. I guess I'll see you later. Drink lots of water."
"Go away, Xu!"
Xu giggled on her way out, but Seifer didn't breathe again until he heard her footsteps fade down the hall. Quistis sagged against the desk.
"Maybe this is a bad place," Quistis muttered.
"Why was she able to unlock the door?" Seifer asked, climbing out from under the desk.
"She's the Asssistant Headmaster. She's able to unlock any door she wants."
"Even yours? For your room?"
"No, but..." Quistis blushed. "I... I don't know how we'd get up there."
"Hmm... I could climb up the outside of the Garden."
"Don't you dare! ...There are no handholds."
Seifer threw back his head and laughed, making Quistis look at him in astonishment. She had never seen him laugh so hard before, but what was even more surprising was how he threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. It was so casual and yet expressive that Quistis found herself blushing to the point of pain.
She was so cute. Seifer knew she didn't want to hear that, but there was literally no other word to describe the way she looked when she blushed. At least she wasn't shaking anymore. He hoped that meant she was getting more comfortable with him, even though she had just tried to break up with him.
"I need to become a SeeD," he thought, wrapping both arms around her and hugging her tight. "If we're both equals, no one can object. And..."
And what? Maybe she wouldn't be embarrassed to be seen with him? Because the longer time went on, the more he wanted to spend it with Quistis even if it meant being seen in public, with people gossiping and giving him the 'she's too good for you' look. He hated that look.
But as long as Quistis wasn't looking at him like that, he could stand it.
"Maybe she doesn't want to be seen with me in public, and the fact that I'm still a student now is a convenient excuse. She might want to break things off as soon as I'm a SeeD.
"...All the more reason to go at her hard right now.
"...On the other hand, if I stretch things out, she'll definitely come back..."
It occurred to Seifer that this was probably why so many conversations he had overheard between girls had something to do with 'putting out too fast'. It seemed like it was better to hold out for as long as possible in case the guy was only after sex. Until now Seifer had thought that was being dishonest since if he liked a girl, he liked her for a lot more than her pussy and being intimate together was one of life's great pleasures. On the other hand, Quistis had already tried to break up with him a few minutes ago and while he was pretty sure that a few orgasms might change her mind, perhaps it was best to keep a few things in reserve.
"I'll knock her out and leave her begging for more," thought Seifer with a little grin, but he very quickly found out that behind the security of a locked door, Quistis had very similar ideas. He managed to hold onto most of his virtue for the rest of detention, but it had been a near thing and it made Seifer wonder if she felt the same way he did; did she actually want to know anything about him, or just use him for fun times? If it was the second thing, fine—he just had to know so they were on the same page. But the first... Well, the first would be better.
"I don't want to lose you," he thought, looking at Quistis as she licked her ruby lips, her eyes glowing with accomplishment. "Not before I get to see the real you, anyway."
Before getting back into order and after catching their breath, Seifer kissed Quistis deeply and breathed, "Tell me you want to see me again."
"Okay," Quistis whispered back even as sensibility shrieked.
"And no freaking out and breaking things off at the last minute."
"Okay."
"Okay." He kissed her again. "Because the next time—"
"Shush." Quistis kissed him chastely on the lips, nipping at him before she pulled back. "Give me something to look forward to... In two days' time."
"Okay." Seifer smiled, making Quistis smile back. "I don't suppose I need any more vehicle hours, do I?"
"No, you're all done with those. But we'll come up with something."
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a/n: Thorough porn version available on A03. Just a reminder if you think this chapter is truncated and weird. Also I imagine Squall's head making a WOCKETA WOCKETA WOCKETA noise when he's being rattled like that.
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