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The colored light was dancing all over the bar, streaking across people's backs on the stools and the quickly moving forms of the people on the dance floor. Seifer was the only person in the club who wasn't with someone else. He just sat by the bar, with a cigarette in his hand and a beer on the counter. The original plan was for Fujin and Raijin to be with him, but for one reason or another, they bailed. Seifer could have stayed with them, but he was simply determined not to have his plans ruined, no matter how little enjoyment he ended up getting out of it.
He drank the last drops from his small necked bottle. When he put it down, he felt somebody sit next to him, and he turned to look. A woman, his age, had returned from the dance floor, her heart still racing with the excitement of movement. She signaled to the bar tender for a bottle of her own, and turned to meet Seifer's gaze. Her eyes were brilliantly blue, and they pulled him in from whatever boredom he had been feeling before.
"Hey," she half
talked, half laughed. She took a long drink. "You got a name?"
"Seifer." The bar tender took away his old bottle and
supplied a new one. "And you are?"
She was just finishing another sip. "Viora. Aren't you burning
up in that jacket?" She put her long brown hair up in a messy
bun. She had average club attire on; a turquoise tube top that
would have looked hideous on the wrong person and tight fitting
jeans.
"Well, I have been sitting here for half an hour drinking
cold beer."
Viora smiled and swallowed another mouthful of beer. She got up
and grabbed hold of his arm. "Well, I think a little bit
of dancing wouldn't hurt you."
"Welcome to cellblock 05A,
Almasy. Look at these walls. You will never see anything else
for the rest of your life."
Seifer followed behind a guard, carrying what little bed linens
were provided and a toilet paper roll.
The guard started talking, probably about something that would
be pertinent during his stay, but he was far away, in his own
world. Before he knew it, the guard had stopped walking, and they
were standing in front of a door. He pressed some buttons on the
wall that Seifer couldn't see, and the door opened up. He stepped
somewhat tentatively inside. The guard stood leaning with his
arms crossed in the doorway.
"Your roomate's on leave for a funeral." He smirked
to himself. Seifer stared right back at him, and his own smirk
left that annoying, short, Galbadian uniform donned man in the
dust. And he knew that his job had suddenly become much more interesting.
Seifer simply turned away and began to make his bed. The guard
left him to his ways.
After he had finished, he didn't have anything better to do than stare at the ceiling and think. He thought about his apartment in Dollet with Viora. He thought about her dark blue eyes and her long brown hair. They were so familiar in his mind, but so long ago and so far gone. She was long and sleek, in excellent condition. She knew nothing at all about his past, giving him a chance to start fresh. But he had chosen not to. Over the course of their three wonderful years together, he had told her just about everything. He learned about her, too.
Cid looked down on the sea of students. He was glad that Irvine, Zell, and Selphie were right behind him, though he could easily tell that they were about to break down crying, and wasn't all that confident that they wouldn't. His sorrow was momentarily lifted; the junior classmen in the front row were so fidgety and full of life. Life was too short to be taken up by all these stupid assemblies. The focus of their gathering saddened him again, and he began to speak.
"We enter this assembly with a heavy heart." Selphie sniffed behind him, and he paused to let her regain her bearings. "One of our most talented and beloved instructors, Rinoa Leonheart, has passed away." He continued to speak over the impossibly loud crowd of talking students. "This is definitely unexpected, especially in these times of peace. Anyone who needs the day off to mourn, you are free to do so. You are also all invited to a special ceremony for Garden students and faculty, being held in her memory." He wasn't entirely sure that the students heard his announcement, but felt enough had been said. He turned around to see Selphie softly weeping on Irvine's shoulder. Cid continued towards the elevator, to go make a phone call.
