1 Don't Look Back – Chapter Three

By shimotenshi

Fuujin wondered, later, how she had gotten through her classes that day. Her mind had been far away while Quistis lectured the post-graduate SeeD's on the specs of transitive monsters that had appeared as a result of Lunar Cry. She had sat through lunch in a daze, and couldn't even remember what had happened in her afternoon courses. All she had thought about was Seifer, and how she was going to get through the afternoon training center meeting. Why in the name of Hyne hadn't she said no?

Walking through the halls to her dorm, Fuujin sighed, and glanced at her watch: 1438. She entered her room and dropped her books on her bed before pulling off her hooded blue sweatshirt; it would only get in the way at the training center.

Before she knew it, she was in the sleeveless shirt and shorts she usually wore to the training center, then realized how this outfit would shock Seifer. She grinned to herself, wondering how he'd failed to notice this morning. He'd had plenty to surprise him then, however. Before she left, she junctioned Pandemona and Eden, and grabbed her shuriken. She entered the training center just as her watch beeped its hourly signal; it was 1500 sharp.

"Right on time Fuu." Fuujin turned to her left, recognizing Seifer's mocking voice. He was leaning against a tree, Hyperion at his side. Raijin was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Rai?" Fuujin asked quickly. The last thing she needed was to have to wait for that idiot for Hyne knows how long, especially alone with Seifer.

"Got on the wrong side of Trepe. Again. He can't make it." Seifer grinned evilly at the dismay written on Fuujin's face.

"So upset Fuujin? I heard rumors but I never thought you and Rai really WERE a couple." Seifer chuckled and stepped away from the tree he'd been leaning on. Fuujin still flew at it, but instead of hurting herself and cursing, she flipped backwards off her kick, grabbing Hyperion out of Seifer's hand in the process. Before he knew it, Fuujin was facing Seifer again, Hyperion hefted at his throat.

"That's disgusting. Rai is the last guy I'd hook up with. Even YOU come before him," Fuujin said, making sure he knew her last remark was a joke by smiling at her companion. Seifer caught the hint and chuckled.

"So, can I have my gunblade back now?" He asked. Fuujin began to hand Hyperion back, then stopped, a mischievous grin spreading her lips.

"No. The training center's been getting a little to easy." She tossed her shuriken at him, smiling wider at his surprise. "Let's go find some T- Rex's, should be interesting to try them using someone else's weapon." Having said her piece, Fuujin hefted Hyperion easily, as though she lugged 30-pound gunblades around everyday. Seifer shook his head, muttering that she was insane. He could not, however, keep an echoing grin from overtaking his own face as he followed Fuujin on the trail of a T-Rex not so far away.

Hours later, Seifer and Fuujin collapsed in a tired heap in the secret area. Sometime after their weapon switch, Fuujin had gotten a lot less nervous around Seifer. As she sat down, she leaned her head against him, wearily handing him Hyperion.

"Here you go." She said, sighing with relief as Seifer took it. "Damn but that thing's heavy!" Seifer grinned.

"Squall and I are the only ones trying for gunblade specialist FOR A REASON you know." He replied, smug grin and overpowering arrogance reclaiming their territory on his face. Fuujin nodded, and caught a yawn coming from her mouth.

"You okay?" Seifer asked, watching Fuujin's eyelid flutter wearily over her eye. "There is something called sleep, ya know?" He winked, imitating Raijin's speech. Fuujin smiled, but the fatigue in her face was still clear.

"It's harder for us insomniacs to sleep." She jibed half-heartedly. Grabbing a handhold, Fuujin pushed herself up off the ground, retaking her shuriken as she did so. "I have to get back to my room, Quistis gave me an essay to write on some of those Lunar Cry monsters, and I still need to find out some stuff on the effects of over-using Renzokuken for Squall…"

"Whoah, turning into a scholar there, are we?" Seifer teased. He couldn't remember having been this open with Fuujin since… ever. She hadn't been much of a talker before.

"No, I've just gotten mixed up with too many administrative heads around garden." Fuujin joked, looking slightly less forlorn. "I'll see you later, Quis wanted me to go over some things with you so I'll be running into you a lot."

"Oh. Okay, well, later." Seifer replied, watching as Fuujin left. Damn she has a nice ass, especially in those shorts… Hyne, what the fuck am I THINKING?! This is Fuu I'm staring at… Oh shit Almasy, don't hit on HER! You are such a prick…



Oooo, Seifer's fantasizing about Fuu, huh? ^_~ And so the *cough* plot thickens. Sorry I didn't update in soooo long, school caught up with me. -_-