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A/N: Hi hi again! Hopefully this chappie will be a little longer than the last one…happy reading and don't forget to review!!!

Seifer made his way groggily to the 2f classroom, still feeling a little uneasy because of his dream. Time and time again, Seifer tried to push it to the back of his mind, but it always popped up somehow, haunting him and sending shivers down his spine, like it was doing now. The voice of the girl was still ringing in his head, calling out to him, pleading with him to help her. Seifer wished he could, but how could he help someone he didn't even know? He shook his head angrily.

As he entered the classroom, the sight of Quistis sitting at the front of the classroom with a worried expression on her face greeted him. He took his seat at the back of the classroom, and noted for the hundredth time how much she had matured ever since the Ultemecia incident. No wonder she had been made an instructor again, and had even promised her students that she would not mess up this time around. The Trepies were elated.

" I won't mess up this time!" he remembered her saying, and how he, too, had echoed her words inside his head.

"I won't mess up this time," he had sworn determinedly to himself. "I'll become a SeeD next year. I'll show everyone!"

Seifer nodded. The SeeD exam was in two months, and Seifer was determined to pass it. He had to show Squall and everyone else at garden that Seifer Almasy wasn't the enemy anymore, that he could be trusted with anything. Although Squall had forgiven him, Seifer still wanted to let him see that he truly had become a good person.

Quistis cleared her throat, and Seifer looked up quickly. She was tapping her fingers impatiently on the desk, waiting for the students to settle down. When the room was quiet, she spoke.

"The search team for Selphie Tilmitt has returned, and they have reported that…Selphie is nowhere to be found. It's been two weeks now, and Headmaster Cid has decided to call off the search."

She spoke calmly, and her voice was steady, but Seifer could see the wild fear in her eyes. Selphie was one of her closest friends, and her disappearance was killing her.

It was killing him too, he suddenly realized. Selphie. The little messenger girl. She had fought against him during the Sorceress War, and Seifer had loved the spunky gleam in her eye, as well as her happy-go-lucky ways, although he hardly knew her. He wasn't in love with her, but somehow, he just couldn't swallow the fact that Selphie would be gone. Forever.

All around him, people were murmuring, saying how sad it was that Selphie would no longer be with them. Everyone liked Selphie. She could cheer anyone up with her happy laughter and infectious giggles. Seifer put his head in his hands.

(A/N: Oh no…this is getting boring. Ok I'll speed it up.)

Quistis cleared her throat again, and silence gradually filled the room. She began going through a few rules that had been broken recently, but Seifer wasn't listening. He wondered how they could have given up on her so easily. Selphie was well-known and liked in Garden, and the Garden Festival would cease to exist without her. How Headmaster Cid could have called off the search after just two weeks was beyond Seifer's comprehension.

Soon, homeroom was over, and the students trooped out gloomily. As Seifer walked into the elevator, the voice of the girl in his dream echoed in his head once more.

"Seifer…"

"I…need you…"

Seifer blinked. She didn't just say she needed him…or did she?

The elevator went down slowly, and as he walked towards his dorm, Seifer was lost in thought.

The girl hadn't said she needed him in the dream. So why did he think she had said it? "Maybe she's a real person…maybe she really is calling out to me now. Maybe she's in trouble. Maybe she's like Selphie…"

Wait a minute.

Seifer paused, replaying the girl's voice over and over again in his head. There was no mistaking it this time.

It was Selphie!

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Selphie opened her eyes slowly, blinking, her eyes adjusting to the bright light. She could make out a figure of a man standing in front of her, shining a torchlight in her face. She winced slightly.

"Dinner," the man muttered, tossing a little packet on the floor. Selphie growled menacingly. "You're not gonna get away with this!" she yelled angrily.

The man looked at her, slight amusement on his face. Two weeks, and she hadn't lost all of her spunk. "Of course we are," he muttered (seems that muttering is his only way of communication). "Once we decide where to dump your corpse, you'll be dead before you can even scream." With that, he turned and left.

Selphie looked at the packet lying on the floor. Her dinner. She reached out for it and opened it with trembling fingers. She couldn't see it very well because of the darkness, but it looked like a bit of chicken with a bit of rice and a bit of something that didn't even look edible. She tasted the rice. It was cold and clammy, and made Selphie feel sick, but she had to eat it. She was starving.

With a feeling of dread, she took a bite out of her chicken. Cold, damp, and tasteless. Not that it was anything out of the ordinary. She had been having food like this for two weeks now. She wondered what they would give her for her last meal. Knowing them they wouldn't bother.

Feeling the tears running down her cheeks, Selphie buried her head in her hands and cried freely.

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Seifer sat on his bed, his heart beating fast. Evidently it had been Selphie he'd been dreaming about those fourteen nights. He had to save her. She needed him.

(A/N: Sorry if you find Seifer's thoughts boring…I'm sorry…*sob*)

But how? Seifer unsheathed his Hyperion and looked at it. He felt sure he could take on any enemy, (A/N: ooh tongue twister) but how could he even begin to save Selphie? He had no idea where she was.

"The search team couldn't find Selphie, but maybe I can," Seifer thought. "I'll look everywhere, and I'll find her. I will!"

He stood up, and was about to run out of the Garden when he stopped. He couldn't just run out like that. Not when the SeeD exam was in two months. He already had such a bad reputation. Running out without telling anyone would guarantee him a failing grade. And he was already nineteen.

"Guess I'll just have to ask Headmaster Cid to let me go search for Selphie," he thought to himself. "I just have to persuade him to let me go. It can't be that difficult."

Seifer turned and walked into the elevator for the third time that morning. As he ascended, Seifer thought about what he would say to Headmaster Cid to make him agree to continue the search for Selphie.

He reached the third floor eventually, and walked into Cid's office hurriedly. Cid was there, doing some filing.

"Headmaster," Seifer began.

"Seifer. What a surprise. I didn't expect you," Cid replied before Seifer could continue.

"Headmaster, I would like your permission to continue to search for Selphie Tilmitt," Seifer said quickly, trying to sound as polite as he possibly could.

The headmaster eyed him carefully, before replying, "And why is that?"

Seifer bit his lip, trying to resist the urge to strangle him. "I'm sure Selphie can be found," he said slowly, not wanting to tell him about how he heard Selphie call out to him in his sleep.

Cid looked at him for a long while, then sighed and shook his head. "We have been searching for Selphie for two weeks, yet we still cannot find her anywhere. It is highly unlikely…" he paused for a moment before continuing, "that she is still alive."

"No!" Seifer almost yelled. "She's alive. I'm sure we can find her!"

"And how do you know she's alive?" Cid retorted, trying to sound gentle.

"Because she called out to me. I heard her. She said she needed me. She can't have called out if she was dead. She needs help. She's in trouble. She's not dead!"

"Because…" Seifer floundered, still unwilling to tell Cid about his dreams.

Cid shook his head again. "Seifer, being a SeeD is a risky job. Sometimes, things may not happen the way we want them to, but we have to accept the outcome, no matter what it is."

"But it's only been two weeks…" he mumbled, when Cid cut him off.

"That's a long time. Why don't you go to the training center? You'll feel better."

Seifer looked up. He couldn't believe the man. Selphie was in terrible danger, and might die if he didn't help her soon. He was worried to death about her, and Cid thought training would make him forget about the fact that his friend was going to die!

Suppressing a growl, Seifer walked out of Cid's office, anger, fear and confusion flashing in his emerald green eyes.

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(A/N: Well that's it for chappie 2! Review review review review!!!! And I'll love you forever! Hehehe…)