Chapter 1 - A new friend.
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The blonde returned to the market the next day and was surprised at his luck. There sat his brunette prize. He strode over to him, waiting for him to look up at him. The brunette had his hands on the back of his head and they slid down to his neck as he raised his head, meeting the blonde's gaze with a look of curiosity and confusion.
"You're Squall?" He nodded to the blonde and he smirked, extending a gloved hand to his desire.
"You are?" The brunette's voice was soft, lulling and almost too quiet.
"Seifer. I saw you yesterday and couldn't help seeing what a nice gunblade you have. I prefer the Hyperion type myself, but the revolvers are good."
"I don't like the thinner blade." Squall spoke softly, his chin lifting as he stood, scooping up his gunblade to give Seifer room to sit next to him. Seifer caught Squall's hand, drawing him back down onto the bench and was surprised to see black gloves covering his fingers. The gloves were so similar to his own.
"So, what do you do for a living?"
"Not much." Seifer laughed mentally at his own response. He just went around and killed problem monsters for those that paid him.
"Hmm. I was just wondering if you're the Seifer they talk about." His wide hand gesture encompassed the entire market.
"Oh, I guess I am, what do they say?"
"Oh, just that you're a mercenary that kills monsters for money."
"That's me."
"Why do you kill for money?"
"I need to live and all they do is kill more of us, why should we let them live?"
"Life isn't worth it over all anyway, why not let them take us to the brink of extinction?"
"Why should we? Life is worth living. Every person has the right to feel safe in their own home town, in their own fields."
"Before we were here, did those plains that you call fields belong to us then?"
"We became the dominant race, do you think we did wrong by bettering ourselves?"
"To the point of killing off those of us that aren't of any particular use?" Squall's voice was lowered as people pushed past them, casting glances over the two boys.
"Well, if life isn't worth living, why care about those that are killed off to better the rest of us?"
"It's inhumane. Even if some peoples lives aren't worth living, there are those that could be late bloomers and would benefit the rest of us in a bigger way than giving up their lives." Squall's soft reasoning made Seifer watch him as he stood, holstering his gunblade before he looked down, meeting Seifer's gaze.
"I've got to go."
"Why?" Seifer asked the question softly and he watched the guilt rise in Squall's eyes for an instant.
"I just need to go." He was lying through his teeth, or so Seifer thought.
"Can't I come? I've nothing better to do." Seifer stood, linking a hand with Squall's, ignoring the flash of surprise in the brunette's eyes.
"I guess." Squall's voice was soft as he led Seifer down to the docks. Seifer watched as he pushed doors open, showing a junk shop. Seifer grinned. He didn't expect Squall to run his own shop.
"This place yours?"
"Got to do something to earn a crust." Squall looked up at Seifer and then away again.
"Look, you'll be bored here, you should go."
"Nah, I'll just look around." Seifer dropped his hand and drifted into the store.
AN: Chapter 1, corrected and ready for assassination. Who's gonna take me on? C'mon, I dare ya to review!
The blonde returned to the market the next day and was surprised at his luck. There sat his brunette prize. He strode over to him, waiting for him to look up at him. The brunette had his hands on the back of his head and they slid down to his neck as he raised his head, meeting the blonde's gaze with a look of curiosity and confusion.
"You're Squall?" He nodded to the blonde and he smirked, extending a gloved hand to his desire.
"You are?" The brunette's voice was soft, lulling and almost too quiet.
"Seifer. I saw you yesterday and couldn't help seeing what a nice gunblade you have. I prefer the Hyperion type myself, but the revolvers are good."
"I don't like the thinner blade." Squall spoke softly, his chin lifting as he stood, scooping up his gunblade to give Seifer room to sit next to him. Seifer caught Squall's hand, drawing him back down onto the bench and was surprised to see black gloves covering his fingers. The gloves were so similar to his own.
"So, what do you do for a living?"
"Not much." Seifer laughed mentally at his own response. He just went around and killed problem monsters for those that paid him.
"Hmm. I was just wondering if you're the Seifer they talk about." His wide hand gesture encompassed the entire market.
"Oh, I guess I am, what do they say?"
"Oh, just that you're a mercenary that kills monsters for money."
"That's me."
"Why do you kill for money?"
"I need to live and all they do is kill more of us, why should we let them live?"
"Life isn't worth it over all anyway, why not let them take us to the brink of extinction?"
"Why should we? Life is worth living. Every person has the right to feel safe in their own home town, in their own fields."
"Before we were here, did those plains that you call fields belong to us then?"
"We became the dominant race, do you think we did wrong by bettering ourselves?"
"To the point of killing off those of us that aren't of any particular use?" Squall's voice was lowered as people pushed past them, casting glances over the two boys.
"Well, if life isn't worth living, why care about those that are killed off to better the rest of us?"
"It's inhumane. Even if some peoples lives aren't worth living, there are those that could be late bloomers and would benefit the rest of us in a bigger way than giving up their lives." Squall's soft reasoning made Seifer watch him as he stood, holstering his gunblade before he looked down, meeting Seifer's gaze.
"I've got to go."
"Why?" Seifer asked the question softly and he watched the guilt rise in Squall's eyes for an instant.
"I just need to go." He was lying through his teeth, or so Seifer thought.
"Can't I come? I've nothing better to do." Seifer stood, linking a hand with Squall's, ignoring the flash of surprise in the brunette's eyes.
"I guess." Squall's voice was soft as he led Seifer down to the docks. Seifer watched as he pushed doors open, showing a junk shop. Seifer grinned. He didn't expect Squall to run his own shop.
"This place yours?"
"Got to do something to earn a crust." Squall looked up at Seifer and then away again.
"Look, you'll be bored here, you should go."
"Nah, I'll just look around." Seifer dropped his hand and drifted into the store.
AN: Chapter 1, corrected and ready for assassination. Who's gonna take me on? C'mon, I dare ya to review!