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I guess some people do enjoy this fics afterall.
faery-of-fiction: Wow. Thanks for the helpful comment* I know... I use too much '...' It's just a habbit of mine to get the feel of that long pause......
See? Sorry.. I'll try not to use it as often.. But if I do keep using it, it's best to ignore.(old habbits are hard to break-_-;)
diamonddust1414: I don't have a clue who those guys are either... Maybe Seifer knows......
Ummm... wait.. Seifer... What are you doing?? Seif-..
SquallxSeifer fan: Yay* I love evil too!! In fact, almost all my fics are EVIL!! Hooray evil^__^ Evil excites life.
f: Aiyahh!! You read all the way to part 3 already? You're very eager, I see. I usually update fics on my site first and then here. (you're a very smart person*)
I have no idea what my name is: I love SxS fics too* I'm happy I made a fellow SxS lover happy* I hope I'll continue this...
2. Quarrel
"Well, well. What have we got here?"
The largest man, probably the leader of the group, smiled down at Squall.
"............."
Squall was speechless from all the confusion, but the thing that surprised him the most was that...
"I understood what he said...."
Squall was expecting them to speak Arabic or some other foreign language...
"What's the matter, pretty? Cat got your tongue?"
A bearded man jeered. They all laughed.
.........They were speaking perfect English.
No pause.
No accent.
Perfect...
"Aww.... Maybe she's lost."
The bearded man dismounted his horse and kneeled in front of Squall. His face was just inches away. Squall was so lost that he forgot to look away.
".....Blue eyes........"
The bearded man whispered and distanced himself from Squall. The others stopped laughing.
"....What did you say?"
The large man asked in disbelief.
"Blue eyes....... She's got blue... eyes....."
The man beside the leader got off his horse and shoved the bearded man aside and grabbed Squall's chin. He was forced to look up at the man's eyes.
"....He's right....... They're blue....."
Squall tilted his head in wonder as the men leaned on their horses to take a closer look. They all looked at him in awe and....... desire?....
"Get back!!"
The bearded man pulled Squall's arm and grabbed his sword. It was shaped like an cutlass.
"I found her first!! She's mine!"
The man held Squall tight in his arm as he pointed his sword at his own comrades. The leader eyed the bearded man and lightly waved his hand.
"?!!"
"Ahhhhghhh!!!!"
In cue, all the men jumped off their horses and piled over the bearded man. Squall instinctively rolled his body away from danger. But he realized he wasn't the target...
"She's ....mine..... S..he's mi...ne..... I.. foun..d her first.... She's... mi..ne..."
The bearded man continued to ramble until he ran out of breath. He had been stabbed multiple times and finally bled to death... One of the men kneeled over the dead body and without second thought, chopped off the head.
"!?"
Squall gasped. He was used to seeing violence in battles..... but...
The man grabbed the head by the hair and presented it to his leader who was still on his horse. He smiled cruelly.
"I never liked you, my brother.... And probably never will... May you rest peacefully in hell."
He spat on the head and knocked it away from the man's hand. Squall's eyes followed until the head stopped rolling.
He suddenly realized the burning stares upon him. He slowly turned to them.
Oh shit....
He didn't say it, but those were the words that came to his mind. The men were all looking at him like he was some kind of alien..... or was it more like gold....?
Intuitively, Squall got on his feet and dashed for one of the horses behind him. If these men could act that violent towards their own(moreover, their own blood), Squall didn't know what they're going to do to a total stranger... And he wasn't going to stick around to find out...
"What kind of horses are these?!!"
Squall grabbed the saddle of the dark horse and cursed inwardly as he saw how big they were upclose. He rode on them before, but nothing this gigantic...
"Aa--?!!"
He was getting ready to jump on it when a piercing pain went through his leg. He fell on his rear.
"What the...."
Squall saw his right calf bleeding and a sword stabbed into the sand not far from him. He turned back and figured the leader had thrown his sword.
"Do not worry, my zaakim..... Or should I say, princess? It is only but a scratch wound."
The man dismounted his horse and slowly approached. Squall quickly reached for the sword and stood up. The man was right. His leg didn't hurt as much. Though a little unsteady, he could still stand. The man probably just wanted to surprise Squall.
"You want to fight, my beautiful?"
The man cocked his head and smiled. He signalled one of his men. A shorter man quickly threw his leader his sword. Squall took his stance and made the first move.
"...!!"
The man was surprised as he blocked Squall's attack. It was a very heavy blow. Squall wasted no time for another attack, this time from the left. The man quickly blocked, but Squall was ready for another blow. The rest of the men watched in amazement as Squall pushed their leader back with agile moves. Without a doubt, the beautiful creature was no stranger to sword fighting. The swift movements made Squall look weightless, but the loud noise of swords in contact made them realize how strong this mysterious creature was. Mesmerized, the men stared wide eyed at the battle.
"Wa?-"
Squall yelped when his injured foot sank in the sand. Given, he wasn't conditioned to fight in the desert as his opponent surely was.... The man didn't miss this opportunity. He tripped Squall with his foot.
"Ahh!"
Squall fell backwards but quickly brought his sword up. But the man effortlessly knocked it away from his hand.
"I win. Beautiful fighter."
Squall breathed hard and glared as the man brought his sword up to his face.
"I see why my brother acted the way he did before his death..... Those eyes...... They're enough to drive a man insane......"
The man licked his lips and lowered his sword to Squall's neck. And then slowly, ripped his thin white shirt.
"......"
Squall continued to glare but didn't resist. He figured once they see his chest, they'll realize he's not a princess.... or whoever they're confusing him with... The ripped shirt opened up and revealed his white body. The man was speechless.... but not from what Squall expected....
"......Beautiful......... So beautiful....."
The man dropped his sword and kneeled on top of Squall.
Okay...... so the man knew he was a guy.......
Squall was now a little panicked as the man slid his hands on his exposed skin. The dry rough hands stroked the smooth surface as they made their way to his pant.
"???"
Squall looked up at the man in disbelief. Even a person as naive as him knew where this was headed...
"...Let go!!"
Squall pushed the man with all his strength.... But without any weapons, he had no chance against the large muscular man...
"Don't be afraid, my princess..... I promise to take a real good care of you..."
Squall closed his eyes as the man leaned in on him.
"Ahhh!!!!!"
The next thing he knew, he heard one of the men scream in terror. He felt something splash on his face and body.
He opened his eyes and choked.
The body of a headless man fell on Squall's body. As soon as realized it was blood, the smell was unbearable. He pushed the body and backed away.
"No one even saw me coming.... How disappointing...."
Squall heard a familiar voice. A voice he thought he would never hear in this strange place.... He slowly looked up at the man on a equally large horse.
"Seifer?....."
Squall couldn't make out the man's face because of the bright sun behind him, but he knew that cocky voice anywhere...
"Kill him!!!"
Squall turned to the remaining men. They had their swords out, running to get the murderer of their leader.
"Quite a fan you got here, princess."
The man with Seifer's voice smiled and kicked the horse's side. The black horse neighed and dashed straight towards the attackers.
"Ahhgghhh!!!!"
"Wahh!!!"
Squall was hypnotized as he watched those men fall to their deaths one by one. The man not only sounded like Seifer, but the way he handled the sword..... The way he moved... Everything about the man reminded him of Seifer. One attacker targeted the horse, but the man blocked the attack and stabbed his stomach..... As the last attacker fell on the sand, the man turned his face to Squall.
His face, now clearly visible,..... was Seifer's.
But Squall looked at the bloodshed. All the men were dead, each missing either an arm or their head... He has never seen such merciless act....
He looked up at the approaching man.
Was Seifer this cruel?
Maybe he's not Seifer..... Just a man that resembles him? But his moves..... the way he fought with his sword........ But where was his gunblade? Why is he using an ordinary sword? Why is he dressed exactly like those men he killed?
Thousands of questions ran across his mind, but they all stopped when the man spoke.
"What's with the face? Has it been that long since I left the Garden?"
Squall's eyes widened. He looked up at the man and opened his lips.
".....Seifer."
"Glad you remembered, commander."
Seifer saluted. Squall never felt this happy seeing his rival. He opened his mouth to ask where they were, but Seifer spoke first.
"Say....."
"?....."
Squall thought he was going to say something important because of the unusual serious expression on Seifer's face. He waited patiently for him to continue.
"Do I get a raise for saving your ass?"
Squall sighed very deeply. From exhaustion or relief.... or something else.....
He did not know...