Title: Knowing You More
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own FFVIII, not at all!
(You've all been wondering where Seifer is, haven't you? Well, the good lord has brought him to you! Enjoy reading!)
Chapter Three: Seifer's Laughter
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Seifer Almasy hurried back to the headmaster's office after leaving the darn note outside Quistis' door; he was supposed to give it to her in personal, but he didn't want to be caught outside the door of one of the most gorgeous instructors of Balamb Garden. He knocked loudly on the headmaster's door and went in.
"Sir?" he called out, panting loudly.
"Ah, Mr. Almasy," said the headmaster, behind his desk. "Did you give Instructor Trepe your note? All students should give their instructors a letter or a card, but as you prefer it, a note."
Seifer rolled his eyes mentally. He nodded and said, "Yes, I did, Sir. But I can't resist telling you that the note I gave to the instructor you assigned me to will not like what it said at all." He smiled to himself in satisfaction.
Headmaster Cid raised one of his eyebrows. "I see. . . ." he said. "Don't get defensive, Mr. Almasy, but . . . I never asked you about the message in your note."
'How humiliating is that?' Seifer thought, as he smiled goofily at the headmaster. 'I shouldn't have said anything about the note.'
"Uh . . . you're right, Sir, you didn't ask anythin' 'bout it," he said.
"That's good," the headmaster said, standing up and walking to the front of the chair. "Now, I know that both you and Instructor Trepe hate to be with each other. But that's why I paired the two of you up."
'She hates to be with me?' Seifer thought. 'Does that mean she hates me? Gee, I wonder why. . . . But don't I hate her! She's got to be the sexiest instructor alive! I'd be the luckiest man if ever I scored a night with her! Talk about dreams. . . .'
The headmaster still kept blabbering on, while Seifer dreams about being with Quistis.
"I haven't said any of the rules to the instructors and SeeDs. They don't need to know about that. And you should know, Mr. Almasy, that rules are very important. I need you to follow them."
Seifer started to stand lazily and gaze off into space.
"If there's any rule-breaking, there should be a penalty."
This shook Seifer out of his reverie. He turned his head to the headmaster with a glum look on his face. "Rules?" he said. "Oh."
"You don't sound so happy, Mr. Almasy," the headmaster observed. "Perhaps, you might be interested in my plan if you listen attentively and stop daydreaming?"
Seifer stood up straighter and cleared his throat. "You have my attention, Sir," he said positively.
"Good." The headmaster smiled. "What I'm thinking is, well, why don't the students take charge for a while?"
Seifer raised an eyebrow. He looked at Headmaster Cid in confusion.
"By the look on your face, I know you didn't get what I just said," the headmaster said. "Well, you will take charge. You make up some rules that should be followed, tell your instructor that, and if ever she broke a rule, give her a penalty. Now, I don't want you to be so harsh on your instructor, Mr. Almasy. You should only give her a penalty if, and only if, she breaks a rule. Is it clear, Mr. Almasy?" He eyed Seifer beadily through his glasses.
"Yes, Sir," came Seifer's immediate reply.
"Very good," said the headmaster. "You can go now, Mr. Almasy. Please have a good night."
"Yes, Sir," Seifer repeated. He then walked out to the elevator. He pushed the first floor button and leaned on the wall. Inside him, he was rolling around, laughing. He couldn't believe his luck. What is greater than bossing his instructor around, for the sake of not having to break rules he created himself? He sure was going to have fun!
'Wait, I'm being my bad side again!' he thought urgently. He shook his head roughly and took a deep breath. 'I shouldn't do it. I should follow the rules and be fair to my instructor . . . to my dear instructor. . . .'
The elevator door opened and he came out. Slowly, he walked down the stairs and around the hall toward the dormitories, his footsteps echoing loudly. Once he got in his room, he immediately tossed his white overcoat aside, placed his blade carefully on his table, took off his black shirt and plopped down on the bed. He stared up at the ceiling.
'Doing one more rule-breaking wouldn't be so bad,' he thought to himself. 'And I'm pretty sure Quistis and the headmaster are both used to my attitude. Right, just one more wouldn't hurt at all. Now for those rules. . . .'
He stood up and replaced his blade on the table with a paper and pen. He started scribbling his rules that Quistis was supposed to follow. Every rule he made up had something to do about him. All the rules had something to do about him.
He stretched out his arms and smiled evilly. "Ooh, this is going to be great!" Then he started to laugh out hysterically. Suddenly, there was a bang from his wall and a loud voice followed.
"Hey! Shut up!"
Seifer instantly stopped laughing. "Is it my fault that I'm happy?" he shouted back.
"Whatever, just shut up!"
Seifer fell back to his bed and sighed happily. "Oh, it'll definitely be great!"
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Note: Whoo-hoo! Chapter 3 done!! Yes!! Hope you guys liked it! Don't forget your reviews!
To Roentgen Ray: Happy you liked it! Enjoyed this chapter too?
To Gauntlet Challenge: Don't worry, it'll be more interesting! Expect on it! Thanks, by the way!
To Kelani2539: Thanks so much! You'll find out the pranks Quistis is going to do and Seifer's reaction soon! Just sit back and relax! Hehe!
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own FFVIII, not at all!
(You've all been wondering where Seifer is, haven't you? Well, the good lord has brought him to you! Enjoy reading!)
Chapter Three: Seifer's Laughter
*************************************************************
Seifer Almasy hurried back to the headmaster's office after leaving the darn note outside Quistis' door; he was supposed to give it to her in personal, but he didn't want to be caught outside the door of one of the most gorgeous instructors of Balamb Garden. He knocked loudly on the headmaster's door and went in.
"Sir?" he called out, panting loudly.
"Ah, Mr. Almasy," said the headmaster, behind his desk. "Did you give Instructor Trepe your note? All students should give their instructors a letter or a card, but as you prefer it, a note."
Seifer rolled his eyes mentally. He nodded and said, "Yes, I did, Sir. But I can't resist telling you that the note I gave to the instructor you assigned me to will not like what it said at all." He smiled to himself in satisfaction.
Headmaster Cid raised one of his eyebrows. "I see. . . ." he said. "Don't get defensive, Mr. Almasy, but . . . I never asked you about the message in your note."
'How humiliating is that?' Seifer thought, as he smiled goofily at the headmaster. 'I shouldn't have said anything about the note.'
"Uh . . . you're right, Sir, you didn't ask anythin' 'bout it," he said.
"That's good," the headmaster said, standing up and walking to the front of the chair. "Now, I know that both you and Instructor Trepe hate to be with each other. But that's why I paired the two of you up."
'She hates to be with me?' Seifer thought. 'Does that mean she hates me? Gee, I wonder why. . . . But don't I hate her! She's got to be the sexiest instructor alive! I'd be the luckiest man if ever I scored a night with her! Talk about dreams. . . .'
The headmaster still kept blabbering on, while Seifer dreams about being with Quistis.
"I haven't said any of the rules to the instructors and SeeDs. They don't need to know about that. And you should know, Mr. Almasy, that rules are very important. I need you to follow them."
Seifer started to stand lazily and gaze off into space.
"If there's any rule-breaking, there should be a penalty."
This shook Seifer out of his reverie. He turned his head to the headmaster with a glum look on his face. "Rules?" he said. "Oh."
"You don't sound so happy, Mr. Almasy," the headmaster observed. "Perhaps, you might be interested in my plan if you listen attentively and stop daydreaming?"
Seifer stood up straighter and cleared his throat. "You have my attention, Sir," he said positively.
"Good." The headmaster smiled. "What I'm thinking is, well, why don't the students take charge for a while?"
Seifer raised an eyebrow. He looked at Headmaster Cid in confusion.
"By the look on your face, I know you didn't get what I just said," the headmaster said. "Well, you will take charge. You make up some rules that should be followed, tell your instructor that, and if ever she broke a rule, give her a penalty. Now, I don't want you to be so harsh on your instructor, Mr. Almasy. You should only give her a penalty if, and only if, she breaks a rule. Is it clear, Mr. Almasy?" He eyed Seifer beadily through his glasses.
"Yes, Sir," came Seifer's immediate reply.
"Very good," said the headmaster. "You can go now, Mr. Almasy. Please have a good night."
"Yes, Sir," Seifer repeated. He then walked out to the elevator. He pushed the first floor button and leaned on the wall. Inside him, he was rolling around, laughing. He couldn't believe his luck. What is greater than bossing his instructor around, for the sake of not having to break rules he created himself? He sure was going to have fun!
'Wait, I'm being my bad side again!' he thought urgently. He shook his head roughly and took a deep breath. 'I shouldn't do it. I should follow the rules and be fair to my instructor . . . to my dear instructor. . . .'
The elevator door opened and he came out. Slowly, he walked down the stairs and around the hall toward the dormitories, his footsteps echoing loudly. Once he got in his room, he immediately tossed his white overcoat aside, placed his blade carefully on his table, took off his black shirt and plopped down on the bed. He stared up at the ceiling.
'Doing one more rule-breaking wouldn't be so bad,' he thought to himself. 'And I'm pretty sure Quistis and the headmaster are both used to my attitude. Right, just one more wouldn't hurt at all. Now for those rules. . . .'
He stood up and replaced his blade on the table with a paper and pen. He started scribbling his rules that Quistis was supposed to follow. Every rule he made up had something to do about him. All the rules had something to do about him.
He stretched out his arms and smiled evilly. "Ooh, this is going to be great!" Then he started to laugh out hysterically. Suddenly, there was a bang from his wall and a loud voice followed.
"Hey! Shut up!"
Seifer instantly stopped laughing. "Is it my fault that I'm happy?" he shouted back.
"Whatever, just shut up!"
Seifer fell back to his bed and sighed happily. "Oh, it'll definitely be great!"
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Note: Whoo-hoo! Chapter 3 done!! Yes!! Hope you guys liked it! Don't forget your reviews!
To Roentgen Ray: Happy you liked it! Enjoyed this chapter too?
To Gauntlet Challenge: Don't worry, it'll be more interesting! Expect on it! Thanks, by the way!
To Kelani2539: Thanks so much! You'll find out the pranks Quistis is going to do and Seifer's reaction soon! Just sit back and relax! Hehe!