'Seifer. I have a mission for you to undertake. Consider it your field
exam. You'll be going with Irvine Kinneas, since he wants to take his as
well. You'll also be paired with a new cadet. Ariena Nagru. She transferred
in recently and is ready to take her exam also. Do you accept?' Squall
looked up from the papers he had been holding, reading off of.
'Yes, sir.' Seifer snapped a salute and moved back to at ease. Squall nodded and handed him a few sheets outlining the test and the regions it would cover. Seifer shuffled to attention and left the office. He flipped the sheets back and forth, catching key words.
'What the hell? We're hunting down a Blue Dragon that's stopped in Winhill during its migration? Isn't that a bit hard for a new cadet? Hyne, Kinneas and I will have to carry her ass ...' he trailed off before slamming into someone entering the office. Quistis shook her head and looked around at the pile of papers that had been spilled. Spread out, they took up almost the whole floor, enough to block her view stacked. Seifer bent down to help her up and start collecting the papers.
'Hello, Seifer. What were you doing here?' she asked silently, curtly. He caught the slight edge in her voice, forced to the back but still there.
'Squall called me in for my field exam papers. Let's see, they're here somewhere ...' He looked at a few papers then placed them on the stack steadily rising beside the brunette. Once the pile was almost to full size, he found his own sheets. Quistis lifted her reports again and balancing them precariously, continued through the still open doors. Seifer could hear a gasp behind him as the sheets floated over Squall's desk.
~*~*~*~
'Gotta go to Winhill for this mission. Know what that means? Won't be back for a few weeks,' Seifer said, fingers tangling Zell's hair out of the gel. Zell slipped down and pushed his head a little deeper into Seifer's neck. Holding the man's hands around his waist, he sighed.
'Yeah, well, you have to take your exam. If you failed again ... Well, let's say you'd better not. I'll kick your ass if you do,' Zell said, smile playing on his lips.
'Like hell you could, Chickenwuss.' Seifer kissed the side of Zell's neck, nibbling softly on his ear. Zell moved forward and turned around to straddle Seifer's lap. He started working his mouth along Seifer's neck, whispering quietly.
'Come back soon, damn you. If I hear that you could've come back sooner than you did ...' He punctuated his sentence with a nip on his boyfriend's neck.
'Don't worry. I'll be back soon.'
~*~*~*~
'Remember what you promised, Seifer. If you're not back in a few weeks, I'm gonna kick your ass.' Zell feigned a kick to the side of Seifer's head. Seifer smiled lightly.
'I'll be back, Zell. Don't worry.' He leaned forward to kiss Zell. Lips only an inch apart, Irvine yelled.
'ALMASY! GET YOUR ASS UP HERE! WE AIN'T GOT ALL DAY!' he called down from the other end of the train station. Pushing through a few people, he disappeared into one of the cars. Seifer shook his head and pecked Zell on the lips before boarding the train.
Ariena was already relaxing on a sofa with Irvine beside her. He moved his arm over her shoulders just as Seifer came in.
'Hullo, Seifer,' she said with a thick Trabian accent. Standing up, Irvine looking all the more determined behind her, she quickly moved forward and raised herself to tip-toe to kiss him on the lips. Seifer backed up and wiped the lipstick off his mouth.
'What the hell?' he muttered, glaring at her. Hyperion was unsheathed in seconds and the tip at Ariena's throat. She smiled sweetly, almost ditzily. 'Did you *not* see me out there a second with my boyfriend?'
'Boyfriend?' she stuttered. 'No. I was just greeting you. That's how I greet all my friends in Trabia ...' she trailed off, staring at the silver blade in front of her. Seifer sighed and put his weapon back. *Maybe I'm just a little anxious about that Blue Dragon. I wanna fight.*
'Whatever ...' he sat down beside Irvine, leaning his head back into the cushions. Irvine pulled his hat down to cover his face and whispered.
'Something wrong, Almasy? You're a bit uptight.' Seifer smirked to himself. Lone Ranger himself was worried about little ol' Seifer.
'Nah. Just anxious. I wanna fight already. Haven't in weeks.'
'You haven't been going to the Training Center?' Irvine glanced at him from under his brim.
'No. Been ... busy.'
'Ah,' he muttered to quietly, knowingly.
' ... Whatever, cowboy.'
'Yes, sir.' Seifer snapped a salute and moved back to at ease. Squall nodded and handed him a few sheets outlining the test and the regions it would cover. Seifer shuffled to attention and left the office. He flipped the sheets back and forth, catching key words.
'What the hell? We're hunting down a Blue Dragon that's stopped in Winhill during its migration? Isn't that a bit hard for a new cadet? Hyne, Kinneas and I will have to carry her ass ...' he trailed off before slamming into someone entering the office. Quistis shook her head and looked around at the pile of papers that had been spilled. Spread out, they took up almost the whole floor, enough to block her view stacked. Seifer bent down to help her up and start collecting the papers.
'Hello, Seifer. What were you doing here?' she asked silently, curtly. He caught the slight edge in her voice, forced to the back but still there.
'Squall called me in for my field exam papers. Let's see, they're here somewhere ...' He looked at a few papers then placed them on the stack steadily rising beside the brunette. Once the pile was almost to full size, he found his own sheets. Quistis lifted her reports again and balancing them precariously, continued through the still open doors. Seifer could hear a gasp behind him as the sheets floated over Squall's desk.
~*~*~*~
'Gotta go to Winhill for this mission. Know what that means? Won't be back for a few weeks,' Seifer said, fingers tangling Zell's hair out of the gel. Zell slipped down and pushed his head a little deeper into Seifer's neck. Holding the man's hands around his waist, he sighed.
'Yeah, well, you have to take your exam. If you failed again ... Well, let's say you'd better not. I'll kick your ass if you do,' Zell said, smile playing on his lips.
'Like hell you could, Chickenwuss.' Seifer kissed the side of Zell's neck, nibbling softly on his ear. Zell moved forward and turned around to straddle Seifer's lap. He started working his mouth along Seifer's neck, whispering quietly.
'Come back soon, damn you. If I hear that you could've come back sooner than you did ...' He punctuated his sentence with a nip on his boyfriend's neck.
'Don't worry. I'll be back soon.'
~*~*~*~
'Remember what you promised, Seifer. If you're not back in a few weeks, I'm gonna kick your ass.' Zell feigned a kick to the side of Seifer's head. Seifer smiled lightly.
'I'll be back, Zell. Don't worry.' He leaned forward to kiss Zell. Lips only an inch apart, Irvine yelled.
'ALMASY! GET YOUR ASS UP HERE! WE AIN'T GOT ALL DAY!' he called down from the other end of the train station. Pushing through a few people, he disappeared into one of the cars. Seifer shook his head and pecked Zell on the lips before boarding the train.
Ariena was already relaxing on a sofa with Irvine beside her. He moved his arm over her shoulders just as Seifer came in.
'Hullo, Seifer,' she said with a thick Trabian accent. Standing up, Irvine looking all the more determined behind her, she quickly moved forward and raised herself to tip-toe to kiss him on the lips. Seifer backed up and wiped the lipstick off his mouth.
'What the hell?' he muttered, glaring at her. Hyperion was unsheathed in seconds and the tip at Ariena's throat. She smiled sweetly, almost ditzily. 'Did you *not* see me out there a second with my boyfriend?'
'Boyfriend?' she stuttered. 'No. I was just greeting you. That's how I greet all my friends in Trabia ...' she trailed off, staring at the silver blade in front of her. Seifer sighed and put his weapon back. *Maybe I'm just a little anxious about that Blue Dragon. I wanna fight.*
'Whatever ...' he sat down beside Irvine, leaning his head back into the cushions. Irvine pulled his hat down to cover his face and whispered.
'Something wrong, Almasy? You're a bit uptight.' Seifer smirked to himself. Lone Ranger himself was worried about little ol' Seifer.
'Nah. Just anxious. I wanna fight already. Haven't in weeks.'
'You haven't been going to the Training Center?' Irvine glanced at him from under his brim.
'No. Been ... busy.'
'Ah,' he muttered to quietly, knowingly.
' ... Whatever, cowboy.'
