(I do not own FF8, Yahoo, that Alphabet song, nor Inuyasha's Kirara. In
fact, only Saranie and Rira. If you know this, our brain will thank you!
Tttaaaannnnkkk yooouuu...)
Squall stared absent-mindedly around the ballroom.
'Another ball, more SeeDs, and more attitude...' he thought, sighing and looking down. Rinoa was gone, off with Nida after that stupid fight at Christmas last year. What? He didn't want to wear a suit, so he blew her off. But, go off and cheat on him? Whatever...
He took his eyes away from watching Selphie trot all over Irvine's feet out on the dance floor, long enough to check the time his watch said. Cid had 'urgently reported' to him that he needed to be to his office to meet somebody he'd be working with for a while at 12:30 am sharp. Why the hell that time? The world may never know...
His watch read 11:54. Ugh. Okay, so maybe all the other students had wandered off to their dorms, or the couples off to shadier places, but that still meant at least a half an hour left of having to stay up and watch his comrades have their little share of tired fun. Selphie and Irvine were dancing together, or more Selphie running in circles around Irvine's legs. Zell was watching from a stool nearby, twirling back and forth, giggling like a little girl with gossip from the little share of wine coolers that he could get his hands on. Quistis stood in the corner, the shady dog look in her eye as she chatted slowly with Xu, killing the time herself, as she wasn't eager to have to sleep without knowing the details of the groups next mission. And Seifer... Seifer... Squall watched his new friend as he stomped, rather with the childish happiness, on the balloons that still bobbed around on the floor.
Seifer was a alone now. Fuijin and Raijin, both had mysteriously disappeared as bull leaves a china shop. A wreck. It was barely two years after the whole thing with Ultimecia, but they simply patted the blonde on his head and chirped "we really have some important matters to attend with", and flew the coop. Why then? Squall had always wondered. Still, Seifer, a SeeD now, out of pity for the guy, was part of Squall's team. And each and every one of his comrades stayed awake, by his side, in the dreary summer night.
"Hey, guys, I'm gonna make like a baby and head out... Wander around a bit..." Squall yawned to his friends, who merely all waved their hands drowsily and continued with their cozy habits.
**
Squall never got far from the Quad.
The soft, yet firm footsteps of the female figure of a shadow approached him as he neared the fountain, only the pale ghostly face and blonde hair gleaming revealed.
Green eyes... Beautiful, dazzling, and yet malevolent. "Yo, dorkusamorkus. Where can I find... 'kid'? Is that the head honcho of this place's real name?! Kid?! Hah at yahoo dot com!" the female grabbed her stomach, laughing.
Why was this tomboy straight up out of the hood voiced white girl ever laughing at Cid! The way she was dressed, boy, if she had a mirror she'd literally split her sides. With sleeves made out of panty hose dark tan material, along with leggings of the same material, the dark brown 80's ankle high heel shoes, the black tight stretch pants, black with chained lining heavy looking shirt, dark brown gloves, the dark brown trench coat, and the white laced black collar, she really didn't go far past freak on the charts.
"Hey, you going to answer me?" the girl snapped, furrowing her brows.
Squall opened his mouth "his name, for one, is 'sid'. Cid. Not kid. You have pronunciation problems."
"Yuppers! I sue doo!" she grinned; her smile far more happy than her clothes would give the illusion of her personality.
Squall raised his eyebrow, sighing and shaking his head "his office... is at the top floor of the elevator... Why?"
"None ya" she shrugged, turning towards the elevators before stopping to stare at him "by the way... You are one huge song after the next. You jam?"
"... Jam?"
"Have a band, dork."
"No... Are you saying I look and act unkempt, wild, and evil like you?"
"Yeah, looks that way. Looks are deceiving though..."
"Why you little twit!"
She stopped, turning and smiling. She dug her hands in her coat, pulling out to black handles with shiny metallic figures of phoenix's on the sides, like his own Gunblades had lions. At the end of these two handles, two short yet streaming reflections in the black of the hall...
'GUNBLADES!' Squall gasped in the excitement, quickly pulling out his own Gunblade as the girl lunged at him, swinging her two steel hell minions wildly, while... humming?
He managed to advert her attack and shove her off into the opposite direction at a right angle. She fell onto the ground with a hard thud, sliding backwards on the soles of her shoes. The blades she had in her hand... he knew... were too small for Gunblades... The blades were... melted off?
"A B C, 1 2 3, you and me... dum de dum..." the girl smiled maniacly, shifting her weight back and forth onto different feet as she easily danced.
"Are you- singing during a fight?!" Squall's eyes widened in amazement. Even Rinoa was more serious than this girl!
"Yup..." the girl's head lowered slightly as she made a slight noise, and a wall of flame towered up in front of Squall.
"... Firaga! But... Manipulated? Into a form?" Squall took a step back, his eyes wide "... what are you!?"
He was suddenly cut short, as the girl rammed through the wall of flame, landing on Squall with a thud. He heard a loud roar, too. Everything blacked out, yet he could still hear. The girl was on top of him, just gained a good three hundred lbs. She whispered softly in her valiant cackling "... Bring it on again sometimes little boy... You survived my kitty cat."
He opened his eyes lightly, to stare at white fur. Off white, light tan, light yellow, creamy fur. Above that, black rings...
A giant leg. A huge cat leg. The cat, or saber toothed white tiger with black rings on her legs and flaming tipped tails. Pink eyes, too. Atop the cat, none other than the witch face that just demolished him. He let his head fall back, and suddenly all weight was gone from him. He sat up again, regaining sight, and watching the young woman trot off to the elevator.
**
Great, beat down by a pretty face and a bad attitude.
Squall rubbed the back of his head, huffing and puffing as the elevator neared the top. Quistis's bandages had taken a long time, as she seemed so worried about him. He had the slightest suspicion that she was back on track with that crush thing. Though, he wondered why, as she topped off Rinoa in looks more than the moon over shined the stars.
He easily stepped out of the elevator, and into the office.
Zell had taken a liking to mocking him, as did Irvine. Yet, Seifer seemed very interested. Squall had told him that this girl was nothing like his type, not sweet and innocent and easy to take control of, and yet Almasy was intent on getting as much information as possible. Then again, was it all a dream? Possibly, had he drunk too much and passed out on the floor, after all, cat's the size of large vans don't really exist.
He stepped next to the guest chair, Cid was eagerly watching the outside night with a straight expression.
"Where is he? My new client?"
"She, Squall, she."
"She, eh?" Squall smiled. His last client was a babe, and he was able to drop her when he was done. Maybe...
"Uhh..." Cid was staring at the chair, which was empty.
Squall turned, then frowned. Great. Zell's going to come out in a dress, or more dressed like Rinoa, pretend to hang on him, and ask him to dance. A joke. Then...
"YOW!" Squall jumped up, turning quick enough to see a flash of black behind him. Something was rubbing against his back.
"Ooo..." came a soft, yet scratchy cat voice, familiar.
"Squall, meet miss Saranie. She is your client" Cid laughed, as Squall turned to see the same blonde headed green eyed female that had beaten him up, rubbing her cheek on the collar of his jacket.
"So... fluffy..." she moaned, giggling.
'While your at it meet Mr. Fist...' Squall thought, yet through gritted teeth said "hell-o..."
**
"Umm... So..." Selphie said slowly, and unhappily, her eyes shut as she crossed her arms.
Irvine and Zell had done nothing but watch every move of this new employer, who in fact was a year younger than them. They all sat in the train car, Saranie reading a magazine labeled "Buddhism for Dummies" bored, Squall standing behind her with the doing all I can to withstand this person expression, Seifer leaning against the other end of the couch, Zell and Irvine in chairs opposite of the three irregular people, Selphie angrily behind Irvine, and Quistis sitting next to her.
"Tell me, Squallio, what are these squiggly things?"
Squall grunted. This girl had done nothing but pester him, and yet, she was funny, in a stupid way. Seifer hadn't removed his eyes either.
"Words, you demented sign of cuteness. Now, tell us our mission."
"Give me a kiss."
"I'd rather kiss your cat."
The small black and cream with pink eyes kitten, which had previously been the tiger, mewed from it's perch on Saranie's shoulder.
"Rira? My fluffy thing, Rira? Oh, your not nice"
"Shut up."
"Knock knock."
"Whose there?"
"Go screw yourself."
"Har har."
She had done nothing but drag on him, ask him kiss her, hug her, and go screw himself. She also teased Zell and Irvine, too. She'd lean over, with that ridiculous sucker in her mouth and slurp on it, which must have taken a few years off of Irvine's life. The girl's, well, by Saranie hanging on Squall and teasing Irvine into actually to the point of being on his knees and begging, Quistis and Selphie had had their share of the blonde.
"Otay, oatsay" Saranie sighed after a few minutes of stare down from the brunette male before her "Seif, come 'ear."
Squall nearly cracked up. Seifer, taking orders from a stranger that's nearly as annoying as Rinoa had been?
"Okay, Sara..." Seifer stood up straight, walking over to her and sitting down next to her.
"Wh- what?! HUH?!" Squall said, confused.
"Der, Saranie ALMASY!" Saranie sighed, shaking her head.
"That's your last name? Huh, wha-?"
"Squall, I'm Sara's brother" Seifer shrugged.
**
"Wait... Let me get this straight... We're supposed to destroy yet another sorceress?" Quistis stood with her mouth agape, shoulders dropped. Seifer is Sara's brother, and now Sara exclaims that they are from a different planet. Sure her second choice was different, yet an alien? She thought they'd be icky... Not, hot...
"Yes. Urone, the planet where... me and Seifer are from, it's... Under a tiny dictatorship. You see, this sorceress has decided that she rules our planet now, and a lot of people have decided she does too. But, there's a tiny little rebellion, and I'm the head" Saranie said, a serious look entering her eyes.
"Hah, you're the head? I'm willing to suppose the rebellion is always running into walls?" Squall pushed in, grinning.
"Look. Urone is in trouble. And the rebellion is mostly full of scared people that don't want change, and think that the strong people of the rebellion will protect them. I know that they're wrong, but it's nice to be able to come through with a promise. I cannot take down Cennaire, the sorceress, by myself. That's why I need you" Saranie said, crossing her legs and leaning back.
"Okay, so it's in out and we're done?" Zell said, standing up.
"That's what she said... Or, if you do manage to win her, will say in a disappointed tone." Irvine cracked, laughing as Zell didn't seem to get the joke.
"No... You see, there's more. I need to tell you about Cennaire..." she turned to Seifer directly "you can't come."
"What?! Why not!?"
"It's Cennaire... she's..."
"IT'S BECAUSE I WAS A KNIGHT, HUH?!"
"No! It's because... Cennaire is only two years old..."
"I'm good with kids. Especially when it comes to killing them."
"No! She's... Ultimecia's daughter... and, you know what happened two years ago between you and Ultimecia that might lead to a little bundle of hell..."
"Are you... saying?..."
"Yes. You can't come, because I can't trust you won't bungle this up because she's your kid. Seifer, she'll kill our-"
"I DON'T CARE WHAT SHE DOES TO THAT PLANET WE'RE HERE!" the train pulled to a stop, and Seifer stood up, slinking off.
** "A... Space station?" Zell stared in amazement at the new dome of white building in front of them.
"Not any. Newly built. You guys need to watch the news more." Saranie said, getting out of the rental car easily, her only bag being her little kitten.
"I watched the news. It's called Galbadia air station, though." Quistis piped in, starting to like this new girl.
"That's because it's for transportation of other planets. Spaceships on Urone called Air Ships, and they travel all throughout the universe, not just above the planet."
"Your very educated in other planets, Saranie."
"I know... I'm a little nerdy if I get serious."
Squall lagged behind, his head down. Seifer... what's wrong with you? Ultimecia?! Ugh! That's just... wrong...
**
The ship was huge. At least, for just a teenage girl's car. It was about as big as the Ragnarok itself, shaped like what kind of looked like a phoenix itself, with red and gold paint. It was complete with the essentials, a planning room, a control room, a storage room, something like a pilot's seat except it was actually smaller than the Ragnarok's, a loading dock, and even four spacious bedrooms, a very large pent house sized den with floor to ceiling windows, and even a tiny little play room of scratching posts, a kitty bed the size of an above ground pool, a real large above ground pool, and balls and actual basketball hoops for Saranie's spoiled Rira.
Irvine leaned over the metal bar in the den, staring into the outside space of the huge floor to ceiling window, one arm slowly sneaking around the youngest known Almasy.
"So... How did you get an air ship this big?"
She was in the middle of smacking his hand, but stopped when she heard his question. Instead, she allowed him to hold her, as long as she didn't answer that question.
Zell pondered in, tailing the three long tails of the tiny rat sized kitten bouncing around in front of him.
'Yes!' Saranie thought, sighing and easing out of Irvine's hand in relief, turning to open up her arms as the little white ball of fluff leapt onto her chest and mewed.
Zell rubbed the back of his head, a slight glare in his eyes at Irvine. Irvine got all of the girl's, courted Selphie, got Quistis's attention, and even rubbed against Rinoa a time or two. No, not to this girl, the one that he might actually have a chance with, Zell wasn't about to allow himself to appear like that thing seeming to brew between Squall and Seifer.
"So... Umm... Can you tell me more about are mission, Saranie?" Zell sat down on a cream colored couch, likely for Rira's fur blending, patting the seat next to him. Maybe, since Irvine was bored with hearing about deformed psychotic women, he'd leave, and Zell could make his move...
No. Irvine quickly caught on. He trotted over, sitting on the arm of the couch "yes, please..."
Saranie frowned. 'Who do these guys think they're dealing with? Some little innocent inexperienced virgin? Oh no... Hmm... I think I might be able to use this to my advantage...' she thought, the frown turning into an evil smile.
She walked over, sitting down between both men and stroking the wide-eyed feline in her arms "Well... Umm... Cennaire is gorgeous really. She looks twenty, as a bloodline sorceress grows a bit faster. Long brown hair, shining emerald eyes... Yet the biggest rack you'd ever see..."
Irvine became suddenly interested, yet Zell didn't look very moved by the description. 'So... Zell, he's pretty got his eyes set and unwavering... Yet, this Irvine is scaring me... a real want to be player...' Saranie thought, shifting towards Zell and running her hand up his leg, pressing her chest on him "so...something else?"
"Will you go for a little walk with me? On a tour?" Irvine stood up, rage filling him as she caressed Zell's leg.
Zell's blush and amazement stopped as he glanced up at Irvine, frowning "um... Actually, I think me and Saranie were going to go off for a little bit for a while..."
'Hah! Yes! The man may be the head, but the woman's the neck, and the head needs the neck to turn' Saranie nearly laughed "umm... Irvine, I'm sorry, but... your not my... Well, no. Sure, I'll go on a tour with you. Zell, how about you play with Rira for a while? She seems to like you."
"But..." Zell said, his eyes shocked. Saranie smiled, leaning over and batting her eyelashes "please? Pretty, please?"
"Alright..." Zell muttered, taking the kitten from Saranie gruffly and slinking off.
Saranie frowned. She felt a little bad for the guy, but of course she was just really doing this to tease their horny selves. Yet, she was a little horny herself, and Irvine was the fastest relief...
**
"So... You've known Seifer for all these years?" Saranie leaned forward over the table towards Irvine, smiling slightly. They had finally arrived at her home planet, Urone, and were in the tiny town on the outskirts of the desert air station, Bareo. The town itself was actually quite pretty, as it was made of marble and over flowed with water from an underground supply.
They sat in a small restaurant, and the night sky was quite pretty. It was a romantic sight, actually. The two hadn't dressed up or anything, and in fact Irvine was just checking out the little eye candy he can get from the undid chains in Saranie's strange shirt she did for a tease, and Saranie would rather have a scar faced brunette to pester sitting across from her and was actually just here because she had been hungry and a little broke at the moment.
"Yeah... We were all in the same orphanage... but, please forgive me, I cannot recall such a beautiful ray of light as yourself at that orphanage..."
"Because..." she looked down, sighing "I was adopted when I was three... By, a group of ranchers. Then, they moved to Urone... And while at Urone... I stumbled across my real parents... It was very hard, as Matron lied to us about our parents. She said they wee burned up in a fire... yet, actually, we were lost in a plane crash and separated from our parents. When I found our real parents, I went back to tell Seifer... He was so happy, he had so much faith in Matron, that I couldn't crush that... I love Seifer, I should have told him, but at that same time, I myself wanted to murder Matron for using us, he might have actually went through with killing her if he knew... so, he still doesn't..." she leaned over, placing her hands over his "please... when you see Seifer again... don't tell him, and never let him know..."
Irvine sighed, frowning and leaning back, when suddenly an idea popped into his head "I won't, but I need a little payment for not..."
He leaned over, grabbing head and kissing her lips softly. She jerked away from the move of affection, the kiss above the table, and the little bit of movement under the table.
"Look, Irvine, I only went out with you because I'm hungry, and a little uh... horny..."
Irvine smiled greatly "so, heading to a hotel or back to the ship?" "Hey, I ain't hiding anything from anybody. Besides, my ship..." she smiled, standing up.
**
Zell sighed, rubbing sweat off of his forehead while walking out of Rira's room "that cat sure can send a guy into a seizure..."
'Though, it was worth something' Zell smiled, turning to walk down the hall. 'Now... The quickest way to a girl's bed, Irvine says, is through their heart. Be cute with the kitten, get cute with the girl...'
"Hey, Zell!" Selphie bobbed up in down in the den, her arms crossed angrily "have you seen Irvine anywhere? I can't seem to find him..."
"Nope. Been with that cat all day. Have you seen Saranie?"
"Yeah... Her room. Went back there around an hour ago."
"Thanks... good searching for Kinneas. Try a trashcan... He was getting touchy with miss Saranie earlier..." Zell quickly trotted off before Selphie could go Godzilla.
Saranie's door wasn't plain. It looked regular, except, it had the darkest drear over it, hanging black. Though, that wasn't a turn off.
Zell placed his hand on the knob, a little too excited to neither knock, nor hear the small moaning from inside. Instead, he just shoved open the door into the black room. He shouldn't have.
She sat on his lap, her tongue feet down his throat and hands tearing at his shirt. His own hands were groping and tearing, one trying to remove the bra that sealed him off from fun, his other hand yanking off the other under garment from the legs that also sealed him from fun. The moans, it made Zell sick, and the pushing and shoving in different places. He thought this girl might be different enough not to let trash like Irvine in her. Well... at least he hadn't walked in on Squall and Seifer in such a position.
'Another ball, more SeeDs, and more attitude...' he thought, sighing and looking down. Rinoa was gone, off with Nida after that stupid fight at Christmas last year. What? He didn't want to wear a suit, so he blew her off. But, go off and cheat on him? Whatever...
He took his eyes away from watching Selphie trot all over Irvine's feet out on the dance floor, long enough to check the time his watch said. Cid had 'urgently reported' to him that he needed to be to his office to meet somebody he'd be working with for a while at 12:30 am sharp. Why the hell that time? The world may never know...
His watch read 11:54. Ugh. Okay, so maybe all the other students had wandered off to their dorms, or the couples off to shadier places, but that still meant at least a half an hour left of having to stay up and watch his comrades have their little share of tired fun. Selphie and Irvine were dancing together, or more Selphie running in circles around Irvine's legs. Zell was watching from a stool nearby, twirling back and forth, giggling like a little girl with gossip from the little share of wine coolers that he could get his hands on. Quistis stood in the corner, the shady dog look in her eye as she chatted slowly with Xu, killing the time herself, as she wasn't eager to have to sleep without knowing the details of the groups next mission. And Seifer... Seifer... Squall watched his new friend as he stomped, rather with the childish happiness, on the balloons that still bobbed around on the floor.
Seifer was a alone now. Fuijin and Raijin, both had mysteriously disappeared as bull leaves a china shop. A wreck. It was barely two years after the whole thing with Ultimecia, but they simply patted the blonde on his head and chirped "we really have some important matters to attend with", and flew the coop. Why then? Squall had always wondered. Still, Seifer, a SeeD now, out of pity for the guy, was part of Squall's team. And each and every one of his comrades stayed awake, by his side, in the dreary summer night.
"Hey, guys, I'm gonna make like a baby and head out... Wander around a bit..." Squall yawned to his friends, who merely all waved their hands drowsily and continued with their cozy habits.
**
Squall never got far from the Quad.
The soft, yet firm footsteps of the female figure of a shadow approached him as he neared the fountain, only the pale ghostly face and blonde hair gleaming revealed.
Green eyes... Beautiful, dazzling, and yet malevolent. "Yo, dorkusamorkus. Where can I find... 'kid'? Is that the head honcho of this place's real name?! Kid?! Hah at yahoo dot com!" the female grabbed her stomach, laughing.
Why was this tomboy straight up out of the hood voiced white girl ever laughing at Cid! The way she was dressed, boy, if she had a mirror she'd literally split her sides. With sleeves made out of panty hose dark tan material, along with leggings of the same material, the dark brown 80's ankle high heel shoes, the black tight stretch pants, black with chained lining heavy looking shirt, dark brown gloves, the dark brown trench coat, and the white laced black collar, she really didn't go far past freak on the charts.
"Hey, you going to answer me?" the girl snapped, furrowing her brows.
Squall opened his mouth "his name, for one, is 'sid'. Cid. Not kid. You have pronunciation problems."
"Yuppers! I sue doo!" she grinned; her smile far more happy than her clothes would give the illusion of her personality.
Squall raised his eyebrow, sighing and shaking his head "his office... is at the top floor of the elevator... Why?"
"None ya" she shrugged, turning towards the elevators before stopping to stare at him "by the way... You are one huge song after the next. You jam?"
"... Jam?"
"Have a band, dork."
"No... Are you saying I look and act unkempt, wild, and evil like you?"
"Yeah, looks that way. Looks are deceiving though..."
"Why you little twit!"
She stopped, turning and smiling. She dug her hands in her coat, pulling out to black handles with shiny metallic figures of phoenix's on the sides, like his own Gunblades had lions. At the end of these two handles, two short yet streaming reflections in the black of the hall...
'GUNBLADES!' Squall gasped in the excitement, quickly pulling out his own Gunblade as the girl lunged at him, swinging her two steel hell minions wildly, while... humming?
He managed to advert her attack and shove her off into the opposite direction at a right angle. She fell onto the ground with a hard thud, sliding backwards on the soles of her shoes. The blades she had in her hand... he knew... were too small for Gunblades... The blades were... melted off?
"A B C, 1 2 3, you and me... dum de dum..." the girl smiled maniacly, shifting her weight back and forth onto different feet as she easily danced.
"Are you- singing during a fight?!" Squall's eyes widened in amazement. Even Rinoa was more serious than this girl!
"Yup..." the girl's head lowered slightly as she made a slight noise, and a wall of flame towered up in front of Squall.
"... Firaga! But... Manipulated? Into a form?" Squall took a step back, his eyes wide "... what are you!?"
He was suddenly cut short, as the girl rammed through the wall of flame, landing on Squall with a thud. He heard a loud roar, too. Everything blacked out, yet he could still hear. The girl was on top of him, just gained a good three hundred lbs. She whispered softly in her valiant cackling "... Bring it on again sometimes little boy... You survived my kitty cat."
He opened his eyes lightly, to stare at white fur. Off white, light tan, light yellow, creamy fur. Above that, black rings...
A giant leg. A huge cat leg. The cat, or saber toothed white tiger with black rings on her legs and flaming tipped tails. Pink eyes, too. Atop the cat, none other than the witch face that just demolished him. He let his head fall back, and suddenly all weight was gone from him. He sat up again, regaining sight, and watching the young woman trot off to the elevator.
**
Great, beat down by a pretty face and a bad attitude.
Squall rubbed the back of his head, huffing and puffing as the elevator neared the top. Quistis's bandages had taken a long time, as she seemed so worried about him. He had the slightest suspicion that she was back on track with that crush thing. Though, he wondered why, as she topped off Rinoa in looks more than the moon over shined the stars.
He easily stepped out of the elevator, and into the office.
Zell had taken a liking to mocking him, as did Irvine. Yet, Seifer seemed very interested. Squall had told him that this girl was nothing like his type, not sweet and innocent and easy to take control of, and yet Almasy was intent on getting as much information as possible. Then again, was it all a dream? Possibly, had he drunk too much and passed out on the floor, after all, cat's the size of large vans don't really exist.
He stepped next to the guest chair, Cid was eagerly watching the outside night with a straight expression.
"Where is he? My new client?"
"She, Squall, she."
"She, eh?" Squall smiled. His last client was a babe, and he was able to drop her when he was done. Maybe...
"Uhh..." Cid was staring at the chair, which was empty.
Squall turned, then frowned. Great. Zell's going to come out in a dress, or more dressed like Rinoa, pretend to hang on him, and ask him to dance. A joke. Then...
"YOW!" Squall jumped up, turning quick enough to see a flash of black behind him. Something was rubbing against his back.
"Ooo..." came a soft, yet scratchy cat voice, familiar.
"Squall, meet miss Saranie. She is your client" Cid laughed, as Squall turned to see the same blonde headed green eyed female that had beaten him up, rubbing her cheek on the collar of his jacket.
"So... fluffy..." she moaned, giggling.
'While your at it meet Mr. Fist...' Squall thought, yet through gritted teeth said "hell-o..."
**
"Umm... So..." Selphie said slowly, and unhappily, her eyes shut as she crossed her arms.
Irvine and Zell had done nothing but watch every move of this new employer, who in fact was a year younger than them. They all sat in the train car, Saranie reading a magazine labeled "Buddhism for Dummies" bored, Squall standing behind her with the doing all I can to withstand this person expression, Seifer leaning against the other end of the couch, Zell and Irvine in chairs opposite of the three irregular people, Selphie angrily behind Irvine, and Quistis sitting next to her.
"Tell me, Squallio, what are these squiggly things?"
Squall grunted. This girl had done nothing but pester him, and yet, she was funny, in a stupid way. Seifer hadn't removed his eyes either.
"Words, you demented sign of cuteness. Now, tell us our mission."
"Give me a kiss."
"I'd rather kiss your cat."
The small black and cream with pink eyes kitten, which had previously been the tiger, mewed from it's perch on Saranie's shoulder.
"Rira? My fluffy thing, Rira? Oh, your not nice"
"Shut up."
"Knock knock."
"Whose there?"
"Go screw yourself."
"Har har."
She had done nothing but drag on him, ask him kiss her, hug her, and go screw himself. She also teased Zell and Irvine, too. She'd lean over, with that ridiculous sucker in her mouth and slurp on it, which must have taken a few years off of Irvine's life. The girl's, well, by Saranie hanging on Squall and teasing Irvine into actually to the point of being on his knees and begging, Quistis and Selphie had had their share of the blonde.
"Otay, oatsay" Saranie sighed after a few minutes of stare down from the brunette male before her "Seif, come 'ear."
Squall nearly cracked up. Seifer, taking orders from a stranger that's nearly as annoying as Rinoa had been?
"Okay, Sara..." Seifer stood up straight, walking over to her and sitting down next to her.
"Wh- what?! HUH?!" Squall said, confused.
"Der, Saranie ALMASY!" Saranie sighed, shaking her head.
"That's your last name? Huh, wha-?"
"Squall, I'm Sara's brother" Seifer shrugged.
**
"Wait... Let me get this straight... We're supposed to destroy yet another sorceress?" Quistis stood with her mouth agape, shoulders dropped. Seifer is Sara's brother, and now Sara exclaims that they are from a different planet. Sure her second choice was different, yet an alien? She thought they'd be icky... Not, hot...
"Yes. Urone, the planet where... me and Seifer are from, it's... Under a tiny dictatorship. You see, this sorceress has decided that she rules our planet now, and a lot of people have decided she does too. But, there's a tiny little rebellion, and I'm the head" Saranie said, a serious look entering her eyes.
"Hah, you're the head? I'm willing to suppose the rebellion is always running into walls?" Squall pushed in, grinning.
"Look. Urone is in trouble. And the rebellion is mostly full of scared people that don't want change, and think that the strong people of the rebellion will protect them. I know that they're wrong, but it's nice to be able to come through with a promise. I cannot take down Cennaire, the sorceress, by myself. That's why I need you" Saranie said, crossing her legs and leaning back.
"Okay, so it's in out and we're done?" Zell said, standing up.
"That's what she said... Or, if you do manage to win her, will say in a disappointed tone." Irvine cracked, laughing as Zell didn't seem to get the joke.
"No... You see, there's more. I need to tell you about Cennaire..." she turned to Seifer directly "you can't come."
"What?! Why not!?"
"It's Cennaire... she's..."
"IT'S BECAUSE I WAS A KNIGHT, HUH?!"
"No! It's because... Cennaire is only two years old..."
"I'm good with kids. Especially when it comes to killing them."
"No! She's... Ultimecia's daughter... and, you know what happened two years ago between you and Ultimecia that might lead to a little bundle of hell..."
"Are you... saying?..."
"Yes. You can't come, because I can't trust you won't bungle this up because she's your kid. Seifer, she'll kill our-"
"I DON'T CARE WHAT SHE DOES TO THAT PLANET WE'RE HERE!" the train pulled to a stop, and Seifer stood up, slinking off.
** "A... Space station?" Zell stared in amazement at the new dome of white building in front of them.
"Not any. Newly built. You guys need to watch the news more." Saranie said, getting out of the rental car easily, her only bag being her little kitten.
"I watched the news. It's called Galbadia air station, though." Quistis piped in, starting to like this new girl.
"That's because it's for transportation of other planets. Spaceships on Urone called Air Ships, and they travel all throughout the universe, not just above the planet."
"Your very educated in other planets, Saranie."
"I know... I'm a little nerdy if I get serious."
Squall lagged behind, his head down. Seifer... what's wrong with you? Ultimecia?! Ugh! That's just... wrong...
**
The ship was huge. At least, for just a teenage girl's car. It was about as big as the Ragnarok itself, shaped like what kind of looked like a phoenix itself, with red and gold paint. It was complete with the essentials, a planning room, a control room, a storage room, something like a pilot's seat except it was actually smaller than the Ragnarok's, a loading dock, and even four spacious bedrooms, a very large pent house sized den with floor to ceiling windows, and even a tiny little play room of scratching posts, a kitty bed the size of an above ground pool, a real large above ground pool, and balls and actual basketball hoops for Saranie's spoiled Rira.
Irvine leaned over the metal bar in the den, staring into the outside space of the huge floor to ceiling window, one arm slowly sneaking around the youngest known Almasy.
"So... How did you get an air ship this big?"
She was in the middle of smacking his hand, but stopped when she heard his question. Instead, she allowed him to hold her, as long as she didn't answer that question.
Zell pondered in, tailing the three long tails of the tiny rat sized kitten bouncing around in front of him.
'Yes!' Saranie thought, sighing and easing out of Irvine's hand in relief, turning to open up her arms as the little white ball of fluff leapt onto her chest and mewed.
Zell rubbed the back of his head, a slight glare in his eyes at Irvine. Irvine got all of the girl's, courted Selphie, got Quistis's attention, and even rubbed against Rinoa a time or two. No, not to this girl, the one that he might actually have a chance with, Zell wasn't about to allow himself to appear like that thing seeming to brew between Squall and Seifer.
"So... Umm... Can you tell me more about are mission, Saranie?" Zell sat down on a cream colored couch, likely for Rira's fur blending, patting the seat next to him. Maybe, since Irvine was bored with hearing about deformed psychotic women, he'd leave, and Zell could make his move...
No. Irvine quickly caught on. He trotted over, sitting on the arm of the couch "yes, please..."
Saranie frowned. 'Who do these guys think they're dealing with? Some little innocent inexperienced virgin? Oh no... Hmm... I think I might be able to use this to my advantage...' she thought, the frown turning into an evil smile.
She walked over, sitting down between both men and stroking the wide-eyed feline in her arms "Well... Umm... Cennaire is gorgeous really. She looks twenty, as a bloodline sorceress grows a bit faster. Long brown hair, shining emerald eyes... Yet the biggest rack you'd ever see..."
Irvine became suddenly interested, yet Zell didn't look very moved by the description. 'So... Zell, he's pretty got his eyes set and unwavering... Yet, this Irvine is scaring me... a real want to be player...' Saranie thought, shifting towards Zell and running her hand up his leg, pressing her chest on him "so...something else?"
"Will you go for a little walk with me? On a tour?" Irvine stood up, rage filling him as she caressed Zell's leg.
Zell's blush and amazement stopped as he glanced up at Irvine, frowning "um... Actually, I think me and Saranie were going to go off for a little bit for a while..."
'Hah! Yes! The man may be the head, but the woman's the neck, and the head needs the neck to turn' Saranie nearly laughed "umm... Irvine, I'm sorry, but... your not my... Well, no. Sure, I'll go on a tour with you. Zell, how about you play with Rira for a while? She seems to like you."
"But..." Zell said, his eyes shocked. Saranie smiled, leaning over and batting her eyelashes "please? Pretty, please?"
"Alright..." Zell muttered, taking the kitten from Saranie gruffly and slinking off.
Saranie frowned. She felt a little bad for the guy, but of course she was just really doing this to tease their horny selves. Yet, she was a little horny herself, and Irvine was the fastest relief...
**
"So... You've known Seifer for all these years?" Saranie leaned forward over the table towards Irvine, smiling slightly. They had finally arrived at her home planet, Urone, and were in the tiny town on the outskirts of the desert air station, Bareo. The town itself was actually quite pretty, as it was made of marble and over flowed with water from an underground supply.
They sat in a small restaurant, and the night sky was quite pretty. It was a romantic sight, actually. The two hadn't dressed up or anything, and in fact Irvine was just checking out the little eye candy he can get from the undid chains in Saranie's strange shirt she did for a tease, and Saranie would rather have a scar faced brunette to pester sitting across from her and was actually just here because she had been hungry and a little broke at the moment.
"Yeah... We were all in the same orphanage... but, please forgive me, I cannot recall such a beautiful ray of light as yourself at that orphanage..."
"Because..." she looked down, sighing "I was adopted when I was three... By, a group of ranchers. Then, they moved to Urone... And while at Urone... I stumbled across my real parents... It was very hard, as Matron lied to us about our parents. She said they wee burned up in a fire... yet, actually, we were lost in a plane crash and separated from our parents. When I found our real parents, I went back to tell Seifer... He was so happy, he had so much faith in Matron, that I couldn't crush that... I love Seifer, I should have told him, but at that same time, I myself wanted to murder Matron for using us, he might have actually went through with killing her if he knew... so, he still doesn't..." she leaned over, placing her hands over his "please... when you see Seifer again... don't tell him, and never let him know..."
Irvine sighed, frowning and leaning back, when suddenly an idea popped into his head "I won't, but I need a little payment for not..."
He leaned over, grabbing head and kissing her lips softly. She jerked away from the move of affection, the kiss above the table, and the little bit of movement under the table.
"Look, Irvine, I only went out with you because I'm hungry, and a little uh... horny..."
Irvine smiled greatly "so, heading to a hotel or back to the ship?" "Hey, I ain't hiding anything from anybody. Besides, my ship..." she smiled, standing up.
**
Zell sighed, rubbing sweat off of his forehead while walking out of Rira's room "that cat sure can send a guy into a seizure..."
'Though, it was worth something' Zell smiled, turning to walk down the hall. 'Now... The quickest way to a girl's bed, Irvine says, is through their heart. Be cute with the kitten, get cute with the girl...'
"Hey, Zell!" Selphie bobbed up in down in the den, her arms crossed angrily "have you seen Irvine anywhere? I can't seem to find him..."
"Nope. Been with that cat all day. Have you seen Saranie?"
"Yeah... Her room. Went back there around an hour ago."
"Thanks... good searching for Kinneas. Try a trashcan... He was getting touchy with miss Saranie earlier..." Zell quickly trotted off before Selphie could go Godzilla.
Saranie's door wasn't plain. It looked regular, except, it had the darkest drear over it, hanging black. Though, that wasn't a turn off.
Zell placed his hand on the knob, a little too excited to neither knock, nor hear the small moaning from inside. Instead, he just shoved open the door into the black room. He shouldn't have.
She sat on his lap, her tongue feet down his throat and hands tearing at his shirt. His own hands were groping and tearing, one trying to remove the bra that sealed him off from fun, his other hand yanking off the other under garment from the legs that also sealed him from fun. The moans, it made Zell sick, and the pushing and shoving in different places. He thought this girl might be different enough not to let trash like Irvine in her. Well... at least he hadn't walked in on Squall and Seifer in such a position.