AN: I'm back! YAY! Chapter three is up! I'm changing it to a romance adventure. I dunno why, it just seems more fun. I really think that this is the worst chapter I've written so far, tho. It's kinda weird. Anyways, as usual…. On wit da show….
Dis- I own no one. I own nothing. That has to do with Squaresoft, that is. I do own the plot and Butch, Kyle and Tommy. Id be much obliged if it stayed that way, so don't steal em. Not that u'd want to, right?
Go back to Garden? Who's she think she's kiddin? I can't go back there. Hell, I can't even get a normal job. You have to give the place your name, and even if I changed that, they would still recognize me. I am Seifer Almasy, Ex-sorceresses knight and lap dog. I am and forever will, in their eyes, be the man who tried to destroy the world. The psychotic, wanna-be soldier who fails at everything. No changing that. Especially since it's true. So what do I do? I go out and get a job with the only people who will hire me. The most notorious crooks and killers in the city. And man, do I ever fit in. It's like I was born to kill people. I've been doing it all my life, haven't I? And with my skill I was bound to go far, so that's what I did. Now, I am the most notorious of the notorious, the crème of the serial killing, bank robbing and drive by shooting crop. One of the Hyne damn Bosses of the Esthar mafia, leaders in organized, and not so organized, crime. And I'll be a giant blue chocobo if I don't hate the fact.
Yeah, I know, I said I fit in, and that I was born to kill. It's true, too. I do fit in. Better than my hand in my glove. And obviously, I was born to kill. But does that mean I have to like it? Because if it does, then there's another thing to add to my list of broken rules. I want to get my life back on track. I want to go good, come clean. I want to confess all of my sins, to face up to what I've done. I just don't want to suffer the punishment.
Ever hear the saying, if you can't do the time, don't do the crime? Well, obviously, I hadn't. I've probably succeeded in breaking every damn law ever made. But no matter how much I want to fess up to that, I can't bring myself to it. Because if I did, they'd execute me. Put a gun to my head and blow my brains out. I wouldn't mind it so much; it sure would relieve all of my suffering. But I'm too afraid. Yes, Seifer Almasy is afraid of death. So I won't. For now I'll just continue to live my life of crime. It's worked in the past, right? Well, not really. But there's nothing sayin it won't work now.
Seifer walked out of the building towards his jet black Ferrari. He got in and started driving, to where he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he wanted to get away from the club, away from the mafia, away from everything. He somehow managed to leave the Esthar city border without noticing it until he came upon something he had no wish to see. There was Balamb Garden, in all of its broken down glory. Seifer chuckled to himself. Serves 'em right. Heh, and they're not even smart enough to fix it? What kind of a place is that? Seifer drove back into Esthar in a considerably better mood. After all, who wouldn't be after seeing the place they hated most so pathetic looking. He arrived back at his apartment and went inside, where he found three men with very evil looking grins plastered on they're faces, looking at him. "How's it goin, guys?" he questioned, grinning back. Butch, Kyle and Tommy were Seifer's head assassins. When he had to many people to do in, he just sent them in to do the work for him. "So, how'd we do, boss?" "Finished the job," "Woulda been back soona if those damn kiddies hadn't tried to get in us' ways."
Seifer raised an eyebrow and stared at them. "Job? I didn't send you morons out on any job."
The three men stared at each other for a minute before Butch spoke up, "yea, you's did. Member? The message? Had one of our own messengas send it to us."
Seifer cleared his throat, he was starting to get annoyed. "I did NOT send you on a job. I THINK I would have remembered. Now, what exactly did you IDIOTS do?!"
Now the three were starting to look very confused and very scared. Seifer could by an immensely frightening person when he wanted, and there was no doubt in anyone's mind that he couldn't take three mindless idiots like Butch, Kyle and Tommy out without even breaking a sweat. "Uhh…" Kyle started, "You told us t-to bug B-Balamb garden. And to set it to explode 3 weeks from the day we set it. And to make it undetectable to Gar-Gardens repair crew and computer staff… Re-re-remember? You did say that, right boss?"
Tommy picked it up from there, "Yeah, the guy had a note in your handwritin to prove it. And you got enough motives 'n all, so wes figured that you prolly said that and-"
Seifer cut him short. "Enough."
They looked at him in shock and fear. They had made him mad. Very mad. And even the stupidest people on the planet knew not to make Seifer mad. "You three will tell me exactly how to undo that and who gave you the orders. If you do this quickly and correctly, I MIGHT consider letting you keep your lives. But if I find out that if you told me so much as a wrong first name, I will gut you like fish. Are we clear?" They simply nodded, seeing as no one could find their voices. And even if they had, they might have burst out into tears. Seifer seemed to have that effect on people.
AN: oooo, why is Seifer so angry? Why does he care that Gardens gonna go ka-boom? What is the square root of zero?!?!?!?!?! The suspense is killing me!!!! AHHHH!!!! Wait- I'm writin the story! I should no these things… I do, don't I? Im not sure…. Haha! j/k I do no. Except for the last part. Im not so sur zero has a square root. I guess its just one of lifes unanswered questions, like how they get deer to cross at those yellow signs, or why sheep don't shrink in the rain, and yet, my sweaters seem to get smaller every time I wash them. Alright. Enough of my blabbing. Just review the god damn story and I might shut up.., or I might not
