Chapter 3: "Whatever"
The gates, the main hall, and the fountains – everything was exactly as it was before. It was as if the battles never took place. As if the shiny floors were the only witness to the fallen SeeDs that had died in battle.
Deaths that I caused. Seifer let his thoughts flood his mind. He let his feet take him anywhere. Memories came back to him as he walked the halls of Garden. His mind wandered off and he didn't notice that his feet had taken him to the training center.
"Oh well. Might as well train."
Aimlessly, he walked through the makeshift rainforest. Occasionally, monsters would attack him but he defeated them easily. Much to his dismay, he did not meet the T-Rexaur.
"Darn. I was hoping for some action."
He reached the secret area of the training center but purposely avoided it. He knew only too well that couples went there to make out into the wee hours of the morning.
A few feet from the entrance of the secret area, he heard a familiar scream. Running back to check out what it was, he only saw blinding light. He reached the secret area and found it empty. No kissing couples, nothing. There was no sign of struggle of any kind.
"Hello?" Seifer said to nothing. Deciding that he had no further business there, he headed back towards his dormitory. He then remembered the party. That's why.
A few feet from the dormitory, he saw a figure standing by his door. It was Squall. He was wearing a dark suit.
"Can I have a word?" He asked.
"Make it quick, Leonhart. I have a party to attend." Answered Seifer, in his icy drawl.
Squall's eyes were serious. "I don't consider you my enemy, Seifer. Nor do I consider you my friend. Things stand where they used to before everything else happened. I don't blame you for the war, the battles, nothing. Except maybe this scar."
"I don't need your sympathy, Squall. Get out of my way. Puberty boy." Seifer said, opening his door.
"Whatever." Squall gladly complied and made his way to the party.
Are things really back to the way they used to be? Seifer thought. He entered his room and found things the way he left them months ago. He rummaged through his closet and found a shirt. He wasn't planning to go to the party but since he just said that he was, he might as well. He put his trademark cape over his shirt and ran his fingers through his hair. Ready, he made for the auditorium.