Head Strong
By: GoingUnder
-- Okay, note to some people. The Xu I have created is much different from the original Xu from FF8. Xu Seagill is actually Kiros Seagill's niece. I hope we have gotten this away. Another thing, yes my birthday is Dec. 22, same as Seifer's and Xu's. :) Also, you could relate this story to the song, "HeadStrong" By Trapt. So \./ and keep on reading and reviewing! --
[Chapter Two]
Score: Zero to One
A whole procession followed Xu and Seifer as they made their way down the corridors and the halls filled with peeking students that wondered at the noise. Seifer's fights usually didn't cause this much attention to be focused on them. Usually, it was just between him and Squall which, to say at least, got boring after the 20th time. Katals were brought from Xu's side, gleaming in the sunlight that the top view windows let in. Leather straps held the katals to the owner's hands, securely though for they could be projected toward an audience if a sudden jerk was given.
Seifer watched his haughty swing of her hips, and the drama she gave off while tying on the katals. -What a showoff- He thought smugly to himself, and yes he did know he was being quite the hypocrite when he thought of that statement. He had grabbed his gunblade from where it had been leaning at in the classroom. It also was a formidable weapon, in the hands of a very experienced fighter. They all took the steps needed for them to get onto the training area. The crowd gathered around them, and Seifer took some steps past Xu and wheeled around; facing her at last.
They both eyed each other for the moment, gathering in their appearance with gazes that could melt steel. "No rules," said Seifer within the silence that held tense just before a fight. "No problem here" "Good" He finished his short words, and wielded the blade into a position facing her. Katals were crossed within her stance, a style that Seifer faintly remembered seeing. The crowd now whispered bets, and a single person could be seen with a hat; gathering bets for whom would win. Seifer smirked with a slight amusement; all his bets would be on him. Though some fools would take a bet on the newbie. He was the first to test out Xu's ability, going straight toward her. She sidestepped quickly, and even Seifer was quite surprised at her fleetness, and thrusted the left katal near lower leg. Seifer brought his own blade up, seeing that Xu was distracted the moment she had gone down to slice a nasty cut in the lower part of his leg.
The crowd cheered at the sight of blood upon both fighters. Whenever he would step, crimson liquid flecked onto the stone ground. But Xu held a cut that dug deeper and bled even more. His famous moved was the one that had gotten Squall's scar, and ever since it had became so widely known, he would try to place a scar near that exact place. But since Xu's swiftness was put into factor, the cut was sliced deeply on her collarbone. She moved again, never letting up on her relentless pace. Metal chimed their melodies together, as each stroke proved to be more of a burden as time passed. A flash of light, for it seemed God himself had placed a beam of light of Xu's katals; blinding him for moments that were too precious to be caught unguarded in this fight. That was all she needed for a decent blow to his side.
Xu fought dirty, anyone could see that, and thought of her in a league all her own. Seifer grimaced as the toned leg made contact with his side, stammering in his movement and doubling over slightly. Both eyes were clouded in weariness and pain, for each wouldn't back down. Clanking could barely be heard within the chatter and whispers each person in the audience sent out. To Seifer and Xu, no one existed but his or her battle. The audience's cries came onto deaf ears as both paced themselves to their limit. One trip, one fall, one mistake and that person would fall. And their score would be heard to the entire Garden. But one had to loose.
Xu took a trip, for a ledge jutted out from the stone pavement that made up the arena. Seifer caught this mistake and thrusted the end of his gunblade into her stomach, a movement not meant to kill but to bring down. She doubled over, pain clearing seen as whispers died down. Seifer smirked resting his gunblade on broad shoulders. One knee fell, scraping it along with her other injuries as she caught her breathe. She dare not look up, for fear of seeing Seifer's mocking grin.
FIN
By: GoingUnder
-- Okay, note to some people. The Xu I have created is much different from the original Xu from FF8. Xu Seagill is actually Kiros Seagill's niece. I hope we have gotten this away. Another thing, yes my birthday is Dec. 22, same as Seifer's and Xu's. :) Also, you could relate this story to the song, "HeadStrong" By Trapt. So \./ and keep on reading and reviewing! --
[Chapter Two]
Score: Zero to One
A whole procession followed Xu and Seifer as they made their way down the corridors and the halls filled with peeking students that wondered at the noise. Seifer's fights usually didn't cause this much attention to be focused on them. Usually, it was just between him and Squall which, to say at least, got boring after the 20th time. Katals were brought from Xu's side, gleaming in the sunlight that the top view windows let in. Leather straps held the katals to the owner's hands, securely though for they could be projected toward an audience if a sudden jerk was given.
Seifer watched his haughty swing of her hips, and the drama she gave off while tying on the katals. -What a showoff- He thought smugly to himself, and yes he did know he was being quite the hypocrite when he thought of that statement. He had grabbed his gunblade from where it had been leaning at in the classroom. It also was a formidable weapon, in the hands of a very experienced fighter. They all took the steps needed for them to get onto the training area. The crowd gathered around them, and Seifer took some steps past Xu and wheeled around; facing her at last.
They both eyed each other for the moment, gathering in their appearance with gazes that could melt steel. "No rules," said Seifer within the silence that held tense just before a fight. "No problem here" "Good" He finished his short words, and wielded the blade into a position facing her. Katals were crossed within her stance, a style that Seifer faintly remembered seeing. The crowd now whispered bets, and a single person could be seen with a hat; gathering bets for whom would win. Seifer smirked with a slight amusement; all his bets would be on him. Though some fools would take a bet on the newbie. He was the first to test out Xu's ability, going straight toward her. She sidestepped quickly, and even Seifer was quite surprised at her fleetness, and thrusted the left katal near lower leg. Seifer brought his own blade up, seeing that Xu was distracted the moment she had gone down to slice a nasty cut in the lower part of his leg.
The crowd cheered at the sight of blood upon both fighters. Whenever he would step, crimson liquid flecked onto the stone ground. But Xu held a cut that dug deeper and bled even more. His famous moved was the one that had gotten Squall's scar, and ever since it had became so widely known, he would try to place a scar near that exact place. But since Xu's swiftness was put into factor, the cut was sliced deeply on her collarbone. She moved again, never letting up on her relentless pace. Metal chimed their melodies together, as each stroke proved to be more of a burden as time passed. A flash of light, for it seemed God himself had placed a beam of light of Xu's katals; blinding him for moments that were too precious to be caught unguarded in this fight. That was all she needed for a decent blow to his side.
Xu fought dirty, anyone could see that, and thought of her in a league all her own. Seifer grimaced as the toned leg made contact with his side, stammering in his movement and doubling over slightly. Both eyes were clouded in weariness and pain, for each wouldn't back down. Clanking could barely be heard within the chatter and whispers each person in the audience sent out. To Seifer and Xu, no one existed but his or her battle. The audience's cries came onto deaf ears as both paced themselves to their limit. One trip, one fall, one mistake and that person would fall. And their score would be heard to the entire Garden. But one had to loose.
Xu took a trip, for a ledge jutted out from the stone pavement that made up the arena. Seifer caught this mistake and thrusted the end of his gunblade into her stomach, a movement not meant to kill but to bring down. She doubled over, pain clearing seen as whispers died down. Seifer smirked resting his gunblade on broad shoulders. One knee fell, scraping it along with her other injuries as she caught her breathe. She dare not look up, for fear of seeing Seifer's mocking grin.
FIN