Hey guess what? In case you missed it in the last 6 chapters…I DON'T OWN
FINAL FANTASY 8 (giggle) Square and Sony own that, and more money than
god. All bow to their supreme video-game-ruler ship.
Here's Chapter 7, short but sweet, cause the good stuff happens in chapter 8. Awwwwww yeah. BOOYAKA BABY! ^_^
Chapter Seven: Hell Freezes Over
Standing back to observe her work, Selphie had to admit she'd done a great job. In just a few short hours she had managed to get through all but two boxes worth of stored items and had them neatly stacked along the back wall ready to be taken to the basement. She was impressed with her own work, though slightly tired. There was a mass of empty boxes now that she had to get out into the hall, and of course there was only one way to take care of that. The Selphie way. She playfully kicked one in the direction of the door and giggled as it soared through the narrow opening with perfect accuracy, narrowly taking off a student's head in the process. She laughed, considering this her fun for the day, and continued to kick boxes in a rather violent fashion into the hall while frightened students rushed past. Squall walked into the hall and just managed to perfectly duck in time, then turned to Selphie with raised brows.
"The students told me there was a monster loose in here. Thought I'd come see what all the panic was about." His face was calm and slightly amused, though no smile lingered there, and Selphie whirled around in surprise with a sheepish grin. "So you do care!" she said with a wry grin as he moved forward. He eyed a musty stack of old magazines on a table next to her. "I have to say, you've gotten a lot done in here in just a couple of hours." He distractedly flipped through one of the old magazines and frowned when he realized what he had been reading. Timber Maniacs. And it was an old issue too. He set it back on the stack with a sigh as Selphie tapped her foot at him impatiently. "By the way, thanks so much for the warning," she said sarcastically. "A little dusty you said. It was a war zone when I walked in. I-huh?" She blinked as he took off his jacket and set it on the table next to the stack of old magazines. "What're you doing?" she asked carefully as he rolled up his sleeves. "I was planning on helping you," he said matter-of-factly as he started on a pile of old newspapers at his feet. "Though if you'd rather do it on your own…" He grinned at her through his disheveled bangs as he bent over to pick up the stack of papers and she shook her head in amazement. "You never cease to amaze me, you know that?" He gave no response, just dug into the work with a complacent nod.
They worked in silence for a while, Selphie happy her hall was getting the much-needed attention, Squall just happy to be away from the daily grind for a few hours. It was almost an hour later when she broke the silence. "So what's been new around here?" Squall shrugged, grunting slightly as he dropped a heavy box of training equipment near the door. "Not much, really," he said. "Just the money problem and occasional threats from Seifer. Other than that it's been business as usual." Selphie stood from her spot on the floor and stretched, edging her neck from side to side and wincing at the loud popping noise. "Threats from Seifer?" she asked suddenly. "Yeah," he said with more than just a hint of irritation in his voice. "He's always calling or sending letters in for bullshit reasons. One time last week he said he needed his transcripts." Selphie tilted her head to one side curiously. "What in the world would Seifer Almasy need his transcripts for? He didn't even make SeeD." Squall wiped his hands on his pants, slightly out of breath. "Beats me. I just gave him what he wanted and he'll leave me alone for at least a week." Selphie looked caught up in thought and Squall looked at her, suddenly concerned. "You okay?" he asked, his voice gentler than usual. She forced a smile. It wouldn't do for him to hear about her last run in with Seifer. It would look bad on her record, even if it was self-defense. "Yeah, I'm okay." Squall eyed her for a moment as if he didn't believe her, but gave up easily when her smile gave him that funny feeling in the pit of his stomach again. He coughed for a moment and went back to work.
"By the way," said Selphie in casual conversation as she pulled out a small white box with a bow on top. She held out the box to him without looking up from her work. "Don't say I never gave you anything." Squall stared blankly at the box, it's yellow ribbon only deepening his surprise. "Wha…" Selphie looked over, shaking it ever so slightly in an attempt to bring him out of his stupor. "Well take it silly! Jeez, you'd think no one ever gave you a present or something." Squall took the small box gingerly, a sort of distant look on his face as he stared at the ribbon. "I…you didn't have to do this." She laughed at that. "Well Duh!I did it cause, get this," she leaned in as if it were a secret. "I wanted to! Can you believe it?" Still in shock, Squall tugged robotically at the ribbon and lifted the lid from the box. But nothing could have prepared him for the surprise that followed. Neatly placed on top were two small gift certificate cards for the Balamb Hotel, and it was all Selphie could do not to roll over laughing when his eyes grew to the size of saucers. "Wha…I….oh ho really!" His mouth was in an obvious grin for an instant. Selphie went back to her work, a satisfied smile on her face. "Well I know you're burned out on this place right now, and Zell's told me that you're always complaining about wanting to get away for a couple of days, so I thought that would be a good way to get you out of here." He frowned, staring at the two small cards. "I was…kinda hoping….." Selphie read his mind. "Though if you want company," she said with a gentle smile, "I wouldn't complain." Squall, speechless, only grinned in response and stuffed the small box into his jacket pocket. Selphie sighed overdramatically and pouted. "Thanks Selphie, you're the greatest Selphie, what would I do without a friend like you Selphie," she said mockingly, looking at him out of the corner of her eyes. He was blushing faintly as he grabbed his coat. "Thanks, Selph," he said gently. She smiled at him. "No problem." Squall slipped into his jacket, his back to her. "So," he said, "I'll be by to pick you up Friday then." She shook her head. "Nuh uh," she said teasingly, "Tonight." He turned quickly, his face so shocked it was almost funny. "Tonight?" She nodded. "I've already cleared it with Nida and Xu. They're gonna watch the Garden while you're gone." Squall swallowed back the lump in his throat, then sighed. "I'm…not getting out of this, am I?"
"Not a chance," she said wryly. He shook his head again, sighing, and headed for the door. "Eight okay?" he asked. She didn't turn around, but waved over her shoulder. "Eight it is." Squall shut the door to the hall with a long sigh. The girl was out to kill him. Either by giving him a heart attack or shocking him to death. Not that he'd complain. At least with Selphie out to kill him, he'd enjoy the execution.
Several students leapt out of the way as he walked past and their jaws visibly dropped. Stellah stepped gingerly to one side as her eyes met the headmaster's, and the small girl smiled up at him as he passed. He knew he was grinning.
Here's Chapter 7, short but sweet, cause the good stuff happens in chapter 8. Awwwwww yeah. BOOYAKA BABY! ^_^
Chapter Seven: Hell Freezes Over
Standing back to observe her work, Selphie had to admit she'd done a great job. In just a few short hours she had managed to get through all but two boxes worth of stored items and had them neatly stacked along the back wall ready to be taken to the basement. She was impressed with her own work, though slightly tired. There was a mass of empty boxes now that she had to get out into the hall, and of course there was only one way to take care of that. The Selphie way. She playfully kicked one in the direction of the door and giggled as it soared through the narrow opening with perfect accuracy, narrowly taking off a student's head in the process. She laughed, considering this her fun for the day, and continued to kick boxes in a rather violent fashion into the hall while frightened students rushed past. Squall walked into the hall and just managed to perfectly duck in time, then turned to Selphie with raised brows.
"The students told me there was a monster loose in here. Thought I'd come see what all the panic was about." His face was calm and slightly amused, though no smile lingered there, and Selphie whirled around in surprise with a sheepish grin. "So you do care!" she said with a wry grin as he moved forward. He eyed a musty stack of old magazines on a table next to her. "I have to say, you've gotten a lot done in here in just a couple of hours." He distractedly flipped through one of the old magazines and frowned when he realized what he had been reading. Timber Maniacs. And it was an old issue too. He set it back on the stack with a sigh as Selphie tapped her foot at him impatiently. "By the way, thanks so much for the warning," she said sarcastically. "A little dusty you said. It was a war zone when I walked in. I-huh?" She blinked as he took off his jacket and set it on the table next to the stack of old magazines. "What're you doing?" she asked carefully as he rolled up his sleeves. "I was planning on helping you," he said matter-of-factly as he started on a pile of old newspapers at his feet. "Though if you'd rather do it on your own…" He grinned at her through his disheveled bangs as he bent over to pick up the stack of papers and she shook her head in amazement. "You never cease to amaze me, you know that?" He gave no response, just dug into the work with a complacent nod.
They worked in silence for a while, Selphie happy her hall was getting the much-needed attention, Squall just happy to be away from the daily grind for a few hours. It was almost an hour later when she broke the silence. "So what's been new around here?" Squall shrugged, grunting slightly as he dropped a heavy box of training equipment near the door. "Not much, really," he said. "Just the money problem and occasional threats from Seifer. Other than that it's been business as usual." Selphie stood from her spot on the floor and stretched, edging her neck from side to side and wincing at the loud popping noise. "Threats from Seifer?" she asked suddenly. "Yeah," he said with more than just a hint of irritation in his voice. "He's always calling or sending letters in for bullshit reasons. One time last week he said he needed his transcripts." Selphie tilted her head to one side curiously. "What in the world would Seifer Almasy need his transcripts for? He didn't even make SeeD." Squall wiped his hands on his pants, slightly out of breath. "Beats me. I just gave him what he wanted and he'll leave me alone for at least a week." Selphie looked caught up in thought and Squall looked at her, suddenly concerned. "You okay?" he asked, his voice gentler than usual. She forced a smile. It wouldn't do for him to hear about her last run in with Seifer. It would look bad on her record, even if it was self-defense. "Yeah, I'm okay." Squall eyed her for a moment as if he didn't believe her, but gave up easily when her smile gave him that funny feeling in the pit of his stomach again. He coughed for a moment and went back to work.
"By the way," said Selphie in casual conversation as she pulled out a small white box with a bow on top. She held out the box to him without looking up from her work. "Don't say I never gave you anything." Squall stared blankly at the box, it's yellow ribbon only deepening his surprise. "Wha…" Selphie looked over, shaking it ever so slightly in an attempt to bring him out of his stupor. "Well take it silly! Jeez, you'd think no one ever gave you a present or something." Squall took the small box gingerly, a sort of distant look on his face as he stared at the ribbon. "I…you didn't have to do this." She laughed at that. "Well Duh!I did it cause, get this," she leaned in as if it were a secret. "I wanted to! Can you believe it?" Still in shock, Squall tugged robotically at the ribbon and lifted the lid from the box. But nothing could have prepared him for the surprise that followed. Neatly placed on top were two small gift certificate cards for the Balamb Hotel, and it was all Selphie could do not to roll over laughing when his eyes grew to the size of saucers. "Wha…I….oh ho really!" His mouth was in an obvious grin for an instant. Selphie went back to her work, a satisfied smile on her face. "Well I know you're burned out on this place right now, and Zell's told me that you're always complaining about wanting to get away for a couple of days, so I thought that would be a good way to get you out of here." He frowned, staring at the two small cards. "I was…kinda hoping….." Selphie read his mind. "Though if you want company," she said with a gentle smile, "I wouldn't complain." Squall, speechless, only grinned in response and stuffed the small box into his jacket pocket. Selphie sighed overdramatically and pouted. "Thanks Selphie, you're the greatest Selphie, what would I do without a friend like you Selphie," she said mockingly, looking at him out of the corner of her eyes. He was blushing faintly as he grabbed his coat. "Thanks, Selph," he said gently. She smiled at him. "No problem." Squall slipped into his jacket, his back to her. "So," he said, "I'll be by to pick you up Friday then." She shook her head. "Nuh uh," she said teasingly, "Tonight." He turned quickly, his face so shocked it was almost funny. "Tonight?" She nodded. "I've already cleared it with Nida and Xu. They're gonna watch the Garden while you're gone." Squall swallowed back the lump in his throat, then sighed. "I'm…not getting out of this, am I?"
"Not a chance," she said wryly. He shook his head again, sighing, and headed for the door. "Eight okay?" he asked. She didn't turn around, but waved over her shoulder. "Eight it is." Squall shut the door to the hall with a long sigh. The girl was out to kill him. Either by giving him a heart attack or shocking him to death. Not that he'd complain. At least with Selphie out to kill him, he'd enjoy the execution.
Several students leapt out of the way as he walked past and their jaws visibly dropped. Stellah stepped gingerly to one side as her eyes met the headmaster's, and the small girl smiled up at him as he passed. He knew he was grinning.