If You Only Knew
Disclaimer - I don't own Seifer or Fujin, but I would like them for Christmas! *hint, hint* Then I'd use my voodoo dolls to make them *gets beaten up by Mr. PG Rating* :P
I'm not sure the last time I did this, but thank you for all your wonderful reviews! ^_^ *gives you all homemade cookies* I'm not responsible for any food poisoning. O_O;;
*** Monday, just before second period ***
Fujin looked at her schedule and sighed, "Band, wonderful," she sighed, kneeled down, and pulled out her violin. She wasn't exactly fond of her instrument anymore, but she couldn't help but love the case. All her friends had signed and drew on it with gold pens. It was one of her most treasured possesions.
Still, since she had gotten a new band teacher, Fujin never liked going to band.
Oh, well, c'est la vie.
***
Seifer was sitting on the floor, leaning on his locker and reading a book. Or, at least, trying. In his old school he took German, but they didn't have it here. He was stuck with either French or Spanish.
"... Le chien..." he thought for a moment, then sighed and looked in the back, "... Dog. Le chien, dog, le chien, dog."
Seifer groaned, "This is impossible... le gre... gren... gren-ou... damn, I give up."
"Why'd you choose French anyway?" Seifer looked up, Irvine and Zell were standing next to him.
"... How long have you been there?"
"Just got here," Irvine shrugged.
Zell grinned, "I think we've got something you'll wa-a-ant."
"Please don't talk like that."
Irvine handed him a picture, "Kitsilano Beach, taken a few months ago."
"Hmm?" Seifer looked at the picture, "What the...?"
"The Kazeno twins in bikinis!" Irvine covered his face and laughed.
Zell laughed, "That look on your face was PRICELESS!!"
"Shut up, chickenwuss!"
"Hey, hey," he pulled out a few coins, "I'll give you $2 if you can tell me which one is Fujin."
Seifer sighed and pointed at one of them, "This one."
"... Do you know... out of the dozens of people we've asked that question..." Irvine trailed off.
"You were the ONLY one to get that right?" Zell shook his head, "How'd you do that?"
Seifer shrugged, "I dunno, she just looks like Fujin."
Irvine looked confused, "The only way I could tell them apart in these pictures were their..." he looked at Seifer, "Have you seen her...??"
"What...?" he turned red, "No! What the hell!?"
"... Jeez, fine, whatever you say," he sighed, "Come on, we have math."
Seifer held up the picture, "Don't you want it back?"
"No, you've won it, keep it," Zell said, halfway down the hall, he whispered, "Irvine... can you really tell them apart by their... err?"
"Their swimsuits? Of course, don't you remember Fujin has the blue one?"
"Swi... wait, what?"
(A/N: *smacks you with a wet sponge* No wait... I guess I made you think that... *smacks self with a wet sponge* )
*** End of second period ***
Mr. Bennick sighed, "All right class, next practice is on Thursday. You are dismissed."
Everyone begun to pack up their instruments, "Oh, and Fujin? Can I talk to you for a moment?"
Fujin sighed quietly in frustation and picked up her instrument. After everyone had left, she walked up to Mr. Bennick's desk, "What is it, sir?"
"I'm... going to be straightforward... Today... your playing was horrible."
"What?"
"You weren't even playing half of the time and you were distracted, if you keep this up I'm going to have to fail you."
Fujin bit her lip, "I'm... sorry, Mr. Bennick."
Mr. Bennick nodded, "I want you to spend an extra 30 minutes each day here practicing."
( What!? As if my schedule isn't busy enough... )
"You can start practicing, now," he picked up a music book, "Practice the scales and then practice song 4, I'll be back in 15 minutes. I expect to see you practicing."
He left. Fujin rolled her eyes, "Wonderful. She took her violin out and opened the book to page 4, full of scales. She put her violin into place, picked up her bow, and began to play.
***
Seifer skimmed over his French book as he walked down the hall, en route to the cafeteria ( Monday... that means fish sticks... not in the mood for fish but it will have to do. All right... )
"La rouge, l'orange... le jaune, le something or other..." he looked in his book, but became distracted by music. It was full of noticeable mistakes, but when it was played correctly it was heavenly.
He walked over to the band room and looked through the door. There was Fujin, playing the violin slowly. Seifer listened for awhile, then smiled and walked away, "C'est la belle ange, mon Fujin."
Seifer laughed, "If I knew more French that wouldn't of sounded so corny..."
Goodbye longer chapter streak. ;_; Well, today I have school, and you what that means, nonstop homework and studying. I thought I might throw in a short little chapter so you'll have a little something to live on. ^_^;;
Buh-bye
MZF
Disclaimer - I don't own Seifer or Fujin, but I would like them for Christmas! *hint, hint* Then I'd use my voodoo dolls to make them *gets beaten up by Mr. PG Rating* :P
I'm not sure the last time I did this, but thank you for all your wonderful reviews! ^_^ *gives you all homemade cookies* I'm not responsible for any food poisoning. O_O;;
*** Monday, just before second period ***
Fujin looked at her schedule and sighed, "Band, wonderful," she sighed, kneeled down, and pulled out her violin. She wasn't exactly fond of her instrument anymore, but she couldn't help but love the case. All her friends had signed and drew on it with gold pens. It was one of her most treasured possesions.
Still, since she had gotten a new band teacher, Fujin never liked going to band.
Oh, well, c'est la vie.
***
Seifer was sitting on the floor, leaning on his locker and reading a book. Or, at least, trying. In his old school he took German, but they didn't have it here. He was stuck with either French or Spanish.
"... Le chien..." he thought for a moment, then sighed and looked in the back, "... Dog. Le chien, dog, le chien, dog."
Seifer groaned, "This is impossible... le gre... gren... gren-ou... damn, I give up."
"Why'd you choose French anyway?" Seifer looked up, Irvine and Zell were standing next to him.
"... How long have you been there?"
"Just got here," Irvine shrugged.
Zell grinned, "I think we've got something you'll wa-a-ant."
"Please don't talk like that."
Irvine handed him a picture, "Kitsilano Beach, taken a few months ago."
"Hmm?" Seifer looked at the picture, "What the...?"
"The Kazeno twins in bikinis!" Irvine covered his face and laughed.
Zell laughed, "That look on your face was PRICELESS!!"
"Shut up, chickenwuss!"
"Hey, hey," he pulled out a few coins, "I'll give you $2 if you can tell me which one is Fujin."
Seifer sighed and pointed at one of them, "This one."
"... Do you know... out of the dozens of people we've asked that question..." Irvine trailed off.
"You were the ONLY one to get that right?" Zell shook his head, "How'd you do that?"
Seifer shrugged, "I dunno, she just looks like Fujin."
Irvine looked confused, "The only way I could tell them apart in these pictures were their..." he looked at Seifer, "Have you seen her...??"
"What...?" he turned red, "No! What the hell!?"
"... Jeez, fine, whatever you say," he sighed, "Come on, we have math."
Seifer held up the picture, "Don't you want it back?"
"No, you've won it, keep it," Zell said, halfway down the hall, he whispered, "Irvine... can you really tell them apart by their... err?"
"Their swimsuits? Of course, don't you remember Fujin has the blue one?"
"Swi... wait, what?"
(A/N: *smacks you with a wet sponge* No wait... I guess I made you think that... *smacks self with a wet sponge* )
*** End of second period ***
Mr. Bennick sighed, "All right class, next practice is on Thursday. You are dismissed."
Everyone begun to pack up their instruments, "Oh, and Fujin? Can I talk to you for a moment?"
Fujin sighed quietly in frustation and picked up her instrument. After everyone had left, she walked up to Mr. Bennick's desk, "What is it, sir?"
"I'm... going to be straightforward... Today... your playing was horrible."
"What?"
"You weren't even playing half of the time and you were distracted, if you keep this up I'm going to have to fail you."
Fujin bit her lip, "I'm... sorry, Mr. Bennick."
Mr. Bennick nodded, "I want you to spend an extra 30 minutes each day here practicing."
( What!? As if my schedule isn't busy enough... )
"You can start practicing, now," he picked up a music book, "Practice the scales and then practice song 4, I'll be back in 15 minutes. I expect to see you practicing."
He left. Fujin rolled her eyes, "Wonderful. She took her violin out and opened the book to page 4, full of scales. She put her violin into place, picked up her bow, and began to play.
***
Seifer skimmed over his French book as he walked down the hall, en route to the cafeteria ( Monday... that means fish sticks... not in the mood for fish but it will have to do. All right... )
"La rouge, l'orange... le jaune, le something or other..." he looked in his book, but became distracted by music. It was full of noticeable mistakes, but when it was played correctly it was heavenly.
He walked over to the band room and looked through the door. There was Fujin, playing the violin slowly. Seifer listened for awhile, then smiled and walked away, "C'est la belle ange, mon Fujin."
Seifer laughed, "If I knew more French that wouldn't of sounded so corny..."
Goodbye longer chapter streak. ;_; Well, today I have school, and you what that means, nonstop homework and studying. I thought I might throw in a short little chapter so you'll have a little something to live on. ^_^;;
Buh-bye
MZF