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Hey peeps. This is my first fic so be gentle. It takes place a few months after Ultimecia is defeated. The main characters are all SeeDs and Squall is still the commander.
Note:Selphie and Irvine are not together.
Anything with ' ' around it is thoughts.
It was a quiet day at Balamb Garden and the gang was sitting in the cafeteria eating breakfast. Since defeating Ultimecia it was like they were all joined at the hip.
Squall was looking over his agenda for the day.
"We have a new SeeD coming today,"he said to no one in particular.
"Really what rank?"Zell asked, anxious for a worthy sparring partner.
"Ummm.....Whoa! Rank A! Not bad. And a Swallow expert!" (A/N: A swallow is Serge's weapon from Chrono Cross. It's got blades on both ends of the handle.)
"When's he coming?"Selphie inquired with her usual grin. She was just itching to give the person her perky girl welcoming.
"In a few hours."
"What else does it say about him?"Irvine questioned.
"Well, he's 19 and his name is D.W. Drake."
"That's a strange name,"Rinoa said thoughtfully. (A/N: Not that she has any room to talk!)
"Well, all I can say is he better not be thinkin' about movin' in on any of my fine lady friends,"Irvine said while putting his arms around Quistis and Selphie. They each shot him death glares and he lowered his arms in fear.
A few hours later....
Squall was up on the bridge having one of his usual subconscious conversations with himself when Nida entered.
"Commander, that new SeeD has arrived and is awaiting you and the others at the front gate."
"I'm on my way. (get's on the intercom) Attention, will Zell, Irvine, Quistis, Selphie, and Rinoa meet me at the front gate?"
At the front gate...
D.W. Drake walked through the gate of Balamb Garden. He was a good looking guy around six feet tall. He had black spikey hair and an eyebrow stud. He had large dark eyes. He hated his eyes because they revealed everything about him. He was wearing combat boots, baggy jeans, and a skin tight black t-shirt with a wicked dragon on the front. Around his neck he wore a hemp choker with an onyx teardrop dangling from it. He was pretty muscular and his swallow was strapped threateningly to his back. As the gang walked up a half-grin played across his face.
'How nostalgic,' he thought, 'this will be too easy.'
"Hello, I'm Squall Leonhart. Welcome to Balamb Garden." Uh-oh, this guy looks like trouble, he said to himself.
D.W. was about to make a smart-aleck comment like he always did to authority figures when something caught his eye. 'Who is she?' he thought, 'She is so beautiful!' Up until that moment he had never been so attracted to a girl that he was dumbfounded, but as luck would have it, he stood there in a total stupor.
Squall started waving his hand in front of D.W.'s face, "Hellooooo."
D.W. snapped out of his thoughts, "Huh...oh yeah!.....D.W. Drake reporting for duty sir!" he said trying to mock Squall's formal manner. Squall just eyed him, apparently he wasn't too fond of D.W.'s humor. 'Great another funny guy,' he thought.
"Hey man, I'm Zell Dincht."Zell reached out his hand while he said this. D.W. just looked at it. 'Man why does everybody do that!?' he thought pulling his hand back.
"And I'm Selphie Tilmett!"
"Quistis Trepe."
"Rinoa Heartilly, nice to meet ya!"
"Irvine Kinneas, hey man are you gay?"
"Waaa...,"D.W. was obviously taken aback, "No! Why'd you think that!?"
"Well...you know... the eyebrow and the skin-tight shirt and all."
"Oh, I see, you're the resident player and your worried that the new scruffy guy is gonna steal some of your action, am I right?"
Irvine could only blink. He had hit the nail right on the head.
"Don't get me wrong man, not that I couldn't, but I'm about as interested in romance as you are in expressing your feminine side."
I think I'm gonna like this guy, though Quistis. She liked any guy that could put Irvine in his place.
"Well here is you're dorm number and some other information that you might need," Squall said handing him a manilla folder and walking off.
"Ummm...could one of you tell me where this is?"D.W. asked.
"Lemme see...oh! That's right across the hall from mine. I'll show you!" Selphie said dragging D.W. off.
'Oh great! The only girl I've ever been attracted to in my entire life and she's right across the hall. You can't do this D.W.! You know you can't! he thought, Remember your mission!'
As they walked toward the dorms D.W. was internally kicking the crap out of his hormones.
To be continued...
Well...waddya think....should I continue or just throw my computer into oncoming traffic and never write again? You decide. Constructive criticism is welcome. There will be Irvine bashing.
Hey peeps. This is my first fic so be gentle. It takes place a few months after Ultimecia is defeated. The main characters are all SeeDs and Squall is still the commander.
Note:Selphie and Irvine are not together.
Anything with ' ' around it is thoughts.
It was a quiet day at Balamb Garden and the gang was sitting in the cafeteria eating breakfast. Since defeating Ultimecia it was like they were all joined at the hip.
Squall was looking over his agenda for the day.
"We have a new SeeD coming today,"he said to no one in particular.
"Really what rank?"Zell asked, anxious for a worthy sparring partner.
"Ummm.....Whoa! Rank A! Not bad. And a Swallow expert!" (A/N: A swallow is Serge's weapon from Chrono Cross. It's got blades on both ends of the handle.)
"When's he coming?"Selphie inquired with her usual grin. She was just itching to give the person her perky girl welcoming.
"In a few hours."
"What else does it say about him?"Irvine questioned.
"Well, he's 19 and his name is D.W. Drake."
"That's a strange name,"Rinoa said thoughtfully. (A/N: Not that she has any room to talk!)
"Well, all I can say is he better not be thinkin' about movin' in on any of my fine lady friends,"Irvine said while putting his arms around Quistis and Selphie. They each shot him death glares and he lowered his arms in fear.
A few hours later....
Squall was up on the bridge having one of his usual subconscious conversations with himself when Nida entered.
"Commander, that new SeeD has arrived and is awaiting you and the others at the front gate."
"I'm on my way. (get's on the intercom) Attention, will Zell, Irvine, Quistis, Selphie, and Rinoa meet me at the front gate?"
At the front gate...
D.W. Drake walked through the gate of Balamb Garden. He was a good looking guy around six feet tall. He had black spikey hair and an eyebrow stud. He had large dark eyes. He hated his eyes because they revealed everything about him. He was wearing combat boots, baggy jeans, and a skin tight black t-shirt with a wicked dragon on the front. Around his neck he wore a hemp choker with an onyx teardrop dangling from it. He was pretty muscular and his swallow was strapped threateningly to his back. As the gang walked up a half-grin played across his face.
'How nostalgic,' he thought, 'this will be too easy.'
"Hello, I'm Squall Leonhart. Welcome to Balamb Garden." Uh-oh, this guy looks like trouble, he said to himself.
D.W. was about to make a smart-aleck comment like he always did to authority figures when something caught his eye. 'Who is she?' he thought, 'She is so beautiful!' Up until that moment he had never been so attracted to a girl that he was dumbfounded, but as luck would have it, he stood there in a total stupor.
Squall started waving his hand in front of D.W.'s face, "Hellooooo."
D.W. snapped out of his thoughts, "Huh...oh yeah!.....D.W. Drake reporting for duty sir!" he said trying to mock Squall's formal manner. Squall just eyed him, apparently he wasn't too fond of D.W.'s humor. 'Great another funny guy,' he thought.
"Hey man, I'm Zell Dincht."Zell reached out his hand while he said this. D.W. just looked at it. 'Man why does everybody do that!?' he thought pulling his hand back.
"And I'm Selphie Tilmett!"
"Quistis Trepe."
"Rinoa Heartilly, nice to meet ya!"
"Irvine Kinneas, hey man are you gay?"
"Waaa...,"D.W. was obviously taken aback, "No! Why'd you think that!?"
"Well...you know... the eyebrow and the skin-tight shirt and all."
"Oh, I see, you're the resident player and your worried that the new scruffy guy is gonna steal some of your action, am I right?"
Irvine could only blink. He had hit the nail right on the head.
"Don't get me wrong man, not that I couldn't, but I'm about as interested in romance as you are in expressing your feminine side."
I think I'm gonna like this guy, though Quistis. She liked any guy that could put Irvine in his place.
"Well here is you're dorm number and some other information that you might need," Squall said handing him a manilla folder and walking off.
"Ummm...could one of you tell me where this is?"D.W. asked.
"Lemme see...oh! That's right across the hall from mine. I'll show you!" Selphie said dragging D.W. off.
'Oh great! The only girl I've ever been attracted to in my entire life and she's right across the hall. You can't do this D.W.! You know you can't! he thought, Remember your mission!'
As they walked toward the dorms D.W. was internally kicking the crap out of his hormones.
To be continued...
Well...waddya think....should I continue or just throw my computer into oncoming traffic and never write again? You decide. Constructive criticism is welcome. There will be Irvine bashing.