A SeeDy Christmas
By 41st Maguanac
/ Galatea
Important Notes: This seem familiar? It should, I posted it under the name of 'Galatea' back last year. Things have been very quiet on the Final Fantasy front, and I decided to repost these under the name I more commonly use because I actually intend to finish it. Shocking! There's nothing added yet but there will be more soon. Promise.
Note: For anyone who's never read any of my peculiar humour before, please note that there isn't a character in FF8 I don't like. Sometimes perhaps I'm too cruel, but it's all for humour, I try never to bash characters.
"2 times 10 to the power of minus 3 multiplied by 4y squared, plus 9x squared is equal to 0. Find the value of x." Zell Dincht sighed and leant back on his chair for about the tenth time that afternoon, and rubbed his aching head. He ran his fingers through his spiky, blonde hair and let his mind wander as he looked around the decorated library. All the shelves were sparkling with tinsel and fairy lights. It made him feel even more downcast as he remembered Christmases back home. His mum had used to make the most wonderful Christmas dinners, with potatoes, and gravy, and bacon rolls, sausages, cranberry sauce… His mouth watered at the thought. This was the first year that he was going to miss Christmas at home, due to the fact that Balamb Garden was currently floating somewhere above the Centra continent.
He looked down at the blank pages in front of him, but the questions didn't make anymore sense than they had a moment before. 'What am I going to do?' he thought to himself, 'If I fail another maths test, then my grade for the entire year is going down again. If it were up to me, I'd replace maths lessons with hotdog eating competitions! I'd win those for sure, and I could tell Instructor Aki to kiss my…' Zell awoke from his daydream to find that he had snapped yet another pencil. "Oh crap."
"Deck the halls with bows of holly…" sang the incessantly happy Selphie Tilmitt as she skipped around the Quad, coating every thing (or person) she found with decorations and a mound of fake snow. Several students had already been wreathed with tinsel, and Selphie looked like a walking, singing Christmas tree. She had yet to find any of her usual friends, but she had already finished her last lesson for the term, and Trabia having been destroyed, didn't have a home to feel sick for. She had emailed her parents back in Dollet, and Sir Laguna in Esthar, seeing as Squall had 'forgotten' again. The Garden Festival committee was in charge of the Christmas Eve party, and as always she was on the look out for new members. She wanted to reassemble her band to play a couple of numbers on the evening as well…
Rinoa Heartilly lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling of her room. Though she spent as many waking minutes as possible with Squall, she had to have her own room, as sharing rooms was thought 'improper'. Squall was pretty big on privacy too, so she had yet to gain a copy of the key to his room. She rolled over and looked at the wall, which had already been adorned by Selphie with several bits of tinsel and some mistletoe. She was bored. Really bored. 'Where is everybody?' she thought to herself. She was beginning to consider joining the Garden Festival Committee, simply for something to do. 'My God,' she thought, 'I must be desperate…' Just then, Squall's voice crackled over the speakers.
"Good afternoon, everyone, this is the bridge. The cafeteria has stopped selling hotdogs, and we will not be getting any new supplies until next week when we return to Balamb, though I expect that turkey sandwiches will be in excess until then…" Rinoa listened to Squall natter on about boring stuff until she noticed something in her clean laundry basket. Picking it up she headed for the door. 'Time for a little Christmas cheer…' she thought, smirking to herself.
"Hello, ladies!" Irvine Kinneas tipped the edge of his Stetson as he walked past the library committee members, who rolled their eyes and giggled flirtatiously. Irvine grinned to himself as he entered the reading room, only to discover Zell lying asleep on top of his maths homework. He decided to have a bit of fun with him.
"Hotdogs for sale!" he bellowed at the top of his lungs, receiving several dirty looks from the resident readers. Zell leapt up, scattering his maths homework like a makeshift snow cloud across the desk, and yelled, "Where, where?!" only to see Irvine laughing at him. He was about to have one of his major strops when Squall's daily announcement started over the tannoy. Zell was disappointed that there would be no more hotdogs for the week, but was even more surprised by the next thing he heard.
"In other news, the Internet is now accessible from your desks, but unsuitable sites are not viewable from here." Irvine groaned inwardly. "Last of all…"
"Squall?!" The pair looked up at the speakers as they heard the second voice of Rinoa blare out over the airwaves.
"Erm… I'm kind of busy, can this wait a minute?"
"No, I'm afraid it can't."
Irvine frowned. 'She sounds really upset,' he thought.
"If you'll just give me a minute I'll just finish this…"
"Squall, look at this!"
"Oh God, Rinoa, don't wave that thing around up here!"
Irvine raised an eyebrow and looked at Zell, who was just confused.
"It's PINK!"
"Erm, yes, yes… I can see that…"
"That's your fault, that is!"
"How? I mean… Rinoa, please put that away, what if Cid comes up here?"
'This just can't be what it sounds like,' thought Irvine to himself.
"He'd probably think that something pervy was going on."
"And you want him to think that?!!!"
"You have to apologise!"
"But it was an accident!"
"You and those damn socks!"
'Socks?'
"I forgot to…"
"Just apologise!"
"I will if you just stop waving that around!"
"What's the matter Squall? Are you embarrassed?"
"No… umm…"
"Oh my God, you're going all red again! How cute! You're even more red than those socks!"
"Look, I'm sorry about my socks all right?! You were the one who gave them to me, thinking that I needed some more colour in my wardrobe, so it's not my fault that they seem to have a life of their own. Next time, don't come up and start waving your lingerie around in my face when I'm on the air, because there is nothing I can do about it, Okay?! Now, please, I don't care if every bra you have is pink, don't blame me, blame the socks, blame the washer, blame the dryer, just PLEASE put your bra away and stop molesting me with it, okay?!!!"
Irvine was in fits by this point. Zell was balled up on the floor in stitches, and despite being hushed by the library committee, there was no one in the library that wasn't at least smirking. Quistis Trepe, the re-appointed instructor was trying to keep a straight face, and failing miserably as she taught her thermal dynamics lesson, and Selphie was busy recovering on a bench in the Quad.
"Thank you, sweetie, that's nice of you to apologise. I'll just leave you to get back to your announcement to the WHOLE of Balamb Garden, okay?"
With that, Rinoa walked back to the lift and disappeared through the floor. Squall took a moment to reconsider the past few minutes and walked back to the microphone.
"That will be all…"
To Be Continued.