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Chapter 8 : Champions.
~*~Selphie's POV~*~
"Squall, you can't let Selphie go with Seifer."
"Irvine, I said don't bother complaining about changing partners."
"But Seifer could take advantage of her. How do we know he won't kill her?"
"Grow up Irvine." I stepped in before Seifer could defend himself, actually physically stepping between them and glaring at him.
"I like my partner thank you Irvine. He's not a slut." I ground the word out and felt Seifer touch my shoulder, which made Irvine's gaze dip to his hand on my shoulder, reach out and slap that hand. Seifer didn't shift, didn't flinch at the singing sensation that must have gone through his hand. I slipped his hand off my shoulder, catching it in my hand, drawing him to my side.
"Oh yeah? Who says you're not?" His accusation stung and I felt tears brim in my eyes.
"You have no right to say that!" Seifer snarled the words and I squeezed his hand tightly, trying to tell him that I'll deal with it.
"Irvine, unlike you, he actually is a good friend, he doesn't try to get me to sleep with him or any of the things you did under the guise of 'friendship'. I'd say the thing you wanted was a lover, not a friend." I felt the anger slowly replace hurt and he glowered and actually struck me. That blew it. Seifer caught my arms, trying to stop me, Zell and Squall had to help him hold me back. I wanted blood retribution for that blow that was still stinging. Zell lost hold and I swung Seifer and Squall over me, sending them sprawling onto the floor before I dove at Irvine. I guess no one expected me to break free of their holds, considering Squall had the highest strength level of us all. But none had ever gotten me so enraged that I felt nothing but the thirst for blood to be spilled. Irvine fell like the klutz he was when it came to fighting with his fists and not his gun. He attempted to block my blows, but he'd never really paid attention when I'd tried to teach him and now I broke his face, making blood flow from him until Zell finally drew me off single-handedly and held me against his chest as I pounded against him, trying to wrench free. I broke Zell's nose in the attempt and the feeling of the blood falling on me broke me. I broke down into tears, burying my face in Zell's chest as I sobbed. Squall was casting cure on Irvine while Seifer advanced on the pair of us.
"Selphie." His voice was soft, a question to me really. I pushed back, turning to face him. He took my hand and bowed briefly before bringing my hand to his lips.
"The term may seem odd, but I thank you for being my champion." I looked up at him, remembering when he used to bully Zell at the orphanage, but he'd never picked on me. Quistis, Squall, Irvine and Zell all got his bullying, only me and Ellone he didn't bully and Ellone was older. I smiled and looked to the others, a smile still on my lips.
"Shall we get this briefing over with then?" I asked an innocent question and Squall started the briefing again. We were soon dispersed to our rooms to pack. I scooped up my bag, slinging it onto my back before Seifer snatched it from me. I looked at him in confusion.
"My champion needs to be unburdened to fight for me." He teased me and I laughed, plucking my gloves up off the coffee table, strapping them tightly closed. He watched me, something was in his eyes that I didn't understand, but didn't question as we moved back to the entrance to trek to the airstation. Lee Anne had stacked the bags for me, just like I'd had them before and she was waiting there for us.
"Heya kids. I'll do it Selph. You get up there and get ready to take off." I grinned at her and gave her a high five before bolting up to the lift. I found the pilots seat taken by Quistis. I paused, shocked that someone else would dare to fly it while I was on board. Obviously she didn't hear the lift as she continued what I guessed to have been a long speech.
"Why does she always fly it? She's no more qualified than the rest of us. Who says I can't just fly it just like that like she does?" Quistis' voice was snarling as Seifer came up the lift with Lee Anne. They both heard the last part and Seifer laid a hand on my shoulder.
"It sounds like it's my turn to play your champion Selphie." Seifer spoke arrogantly, loudly, making Quistis jump and spin to spot me and Seifer standing there. I watched her mouth drop open in surprise as Squall simply watched her.
"Quistis, Selphie had taken a tech course at Trabia and she is well trained. You never did a tech course, so she is more qualified than you. Balamb has never offered a tech course, so Selphie is the only one qualified to fly 'it' as you put it." Seifer spoke in a snarl, standing in front of me. Quistis cowered back and Seifer moved towards her, snagging my hand to pull me up to the pilot's seat. Seifer brushed the seat and then bowed to me. I grinned and leapt into the seat, leaning forward to start it.
AN: Do you like the idea of Selphie being Seifer's champion and Seifer being Selphie's?
Chapter 8 : Champions.
~*~Selphie's POV~*~
"Squall, you can't let Selphie go with Seifer."
"Irvine, I said don't bother complaining about changing partners."
"But Seifer could take advantage of her. How do we know he won't kill her?"
"Grow up Irvine." I stepped in before Seifer could defend himself, actually physically stepping between them and glaring at him.
"I like my partner thank you Irvine. He's not a slut." I ground the word out and felt Seifer touch my shoulder, which made Irvine's gaze dip to his hand on my shoulder, reach out and slap that hand. Seifer didn't shift, didn't flinch at the singing sensation that must have gone through his hand. I slipped his hand off my shoulder, catching it in my hand, drawing him to my side.
"Oh yeah? Who says you're not?" His accusation stung and I felt tears brim in my eyes.
"You have no right to say that!" Seifer snarled the words and I squeezed his hand tightly, trying to tell him that I'll deal with it.
"Irvine, unlike you, he actually is a good friend, he doesn't try to get me to sleep with him or any of the things you did under the guise of 'friendship'. I'd say the thing you wanted was a lover, not a friend." I felt the anger slowly replace hurt and he glowered and actually struck me. That blew it. Seifer caught my arms, trying to stop me, Zell and Squall had to help him hold me back. I wanted blood retribution for that blow that was still stinging. Zell lost hold and I swung Seifer and Squall over me, sending them sprawling onto the floor before I dove at Irvine. I guess no one expected me to break free of their holds, considering Squall had the highest strength level of us all. But none had ever gotten me so enraged that I felt nothing but the thirst for blood to be spilled. Irvine fell like the klutz he was when it came to fighting with his fists and not his gun. He attempted to block my blows, but he'd never really paid attention when I'd tried to teach him and now I broke his face, making blood flow from him until Zell finally drew me off single-handedly and held me against his chest as I pounded against him, trying to wrench free. I broke Zell's nose in the attempt and the feeling of the blood falling on me broke me. I broke down into tears, burying my face in Zell's chest as I sobbed. Squall was casting cure on Irvine while Seifer advanced on the pair of us.
"Selphie." His voice was soft, a question to me really. I pushed back, turning to face him. He took my hand and bowed briefly before bringing my hand to his lips.
"The term may seem odd, but I thank you for being my champion." I looked up at him, remembering when he used to bully Zell at the orphanage, but he'd never picked on me. Quistis, Squall, Irvine and Zell all got his bullying, only me and Ellone he didn't bully and Ellone was older. I smiled and looked to the others, a smile still on my lips.
"Shall we get this briefing over with then?" I asked an innocent question and Squall started the briefing again. We were soon dispersed to our rooms to pack. I scooped up my bag, slinging it onto my back before Seifer snatched it from me. I looked at him in confusion.
"My champion needs to be unburdened to fight for me." He teased me and I laughed, plucking my gloves up off the coffee table, strapping them tightly closed. He watched me, something was in his eyes that I didn't understand, but didn't question as we moved back to the entrance to trek to the airstation. Lee Anne had stacked the bags for me, just like I'd had them before and she was waiting there for us.
"Heya kids. I'll do it Selph. You get up there and get ready to take off." I grinned at her and gave her a high five before bolting up to the lift. I found the pilots seat taken by Quistis. I paused, shocked that someone else would dare to fly it while I was on board. Obviously she didn't hear the lift as she continued what I guessed to have been a long speech.
"Why does she always fly it? She's no more qualified than the rest of us. Who says I can't just fly it just like that like she does?" Quistis' voice was snarling as Seifer came up the lift with Lee Anne. They both heard the last part and Seifer laid a hand on my shoulder.
"It sounds like it's my turn to play your champion Selphie." Seifer spoke arrogantly, loudly, making Quistis jump and spin to spot me and Seifer standing there. I watched her mouth drop open in surprise as Squall simply watched her.
"Quistis, Selphie had taken a tech course at Trabia and she is well trained. You never did a tech course, so she is more qualified than you. Balamb has never offered a tech course, so Selphie is the only one qualified to fly 'it' as you put it." Seifer spoke in a snarl, standing in front of me. Quistis cowered back and Seifer moved towards her, snagging my hand to pull me up to the pilot's seat. Seifer brushed the seat and then bowed to me. I grinned and leapt into the seat, leaning forward to start it.
AN: Do you like the idea of Selphie being Seifer's champion and Seifer being Selphie's?