Y'ello, peeps. I don't know what possessed me to write this... my muse, Edgar, is only for psychotic, evil nonsense... perhaps there is another muse I don't know about roaming around in my psyche... Anyway, this is a FF7/FF8 crossover fic. Yaoi. Squallx Sephiroth... just because they're hot. It's probably WAY OOC, but, I'll let you know WHY at the end. Parts will get longer later, I just want do separate each character's POV.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW, I WILL NOT CONTINUE THIS EXPERIMENT WITHOUT SUPPORT!!
Disclaimer: Don't own, but DAMN do I WISH........... *drools*
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PT. 1... Squall's POV
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"Headmaster Leonhardt!! Headmaster!!!" the young blonde bounced up, a worried expression pinching is face. Assistants... one monkey-wrench is the end of the world.
"Yes," I murmured, trying not to sound like I wanted to slice his little head off. Turning my captain's chair around to speak with him, I wondered to myself why I had agreed to take this job. Then I recalled it was because I wanted to have an excuse not hang around Rinoa 24/7...
"W-well... y'know the construction in the east wing, sir," his eyes dropped nervously. I couldn't help but smirk, slightly. Already intimidated. "Th-they started the d-d-digging for the b-basement storage, and... and they..."
"*sigh* SPIT IT OUT."
"Y-YES SIR! They found some rooms under there, ones that haven't been on the plans, sir. They said they looked ancient, but all the machinery has still been running down there... off our power supply..."
I quirked an eyebrow. Thousands of years for some old machine to sit down there and suck up our power... no wonder the bills had been unnaturally high since they opened Ballam. "Where," I replied.
"The east wing, sir," I mentally smacked my forehead, "Under the new showers for the Junior dorms..."
Without dismissing the assistant, I left my desk for the door. On the way out I grabbed the Lionheart, strapping it on. This shouldn't take long... but then again, I don't ever have that kind of luck.
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