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It was dark, and his head really pained him when he finally woke up again. Seifer hadn't the foggiest idea where the hell he'd landed himself this time, but hoped he'd get out soon.
Raising a hand to his throbbing head, he sat up, glancing around the dark, Galbadian hotel room. Just as he glanced around, someone opened the door, and he squinted at the bright light streaming into the dark room.
However, whoever it was, shut the door behind them, and Seifer rubbed his eyes, wondering just what the hell was going on.
The person who now shared the room with him lit a candle. He vaguely recognized her face. "..." He wanted to say something, but couldn't seem to find his voice.
The said person sat down on the edge of the bed, and he pushed himself back. He didn't want some random chick just starting something, especially with his hangover.
"I suppose that you are the infamous Seifer?" She questioned, as he rubbed his eyes again.
"Who wants to know?" He snapped, searching himself, looking for his gunblade. He was promptly corrected as to whether or not he had it, when she drew it out.
"You are a very depressed boy..."She started, her red tinted eyes showing no emotion. She stood up, pacing a bit.
Dressed all in black, she didn't look like a sorceress. But she was, and a powerful one at that. She had drained many other sorceresses, and taken their powers.
Her clothes were strange. She wore a ribbed sweater, sleeveless, accompanied with long black gloves that stretched past her elbow, with only her fingers bare.
But it was not her clothes that caught his attention. It was her statement. "I am NOT a boy." He growled, irritated. First he'd passed out in the bar, now this?
Who the hell are you? His thoughts screamed, his mind racing, and put in a bad mood because one, she called him a boy and secondly, she'd taken his gunblade. What a damn outrage.
"Who ARE you?!" He thundered, reaching out to snatch back his weapon, and she held it out of his reach.
"I am one who could give you power, little one..."She answered, laughing silkily.
"I'M NOT A KID!" He yelled, memories rushing on him of Ultimecia.
She stood up, continuing to laugh coldly. "Such a foolish child..." Her next action however, was one of a more sickening nature. Reaching out to his face, she cupped his chin.
He made a move to throw her off, to take a swing at her, and found he couldn't. "A sorceress..."He glared, paralyzed. Seifer only realized now that she had probably cast a spell on him without him knowing.
"Poor boy...so alone, and afraid." She sighed, exasperatedly. "You've lost your dream. Powerless you are, and powerless you will probably remain. But I have other things to tend to. I offer you power Seifer."
Seifer raised a brow. "Why should I listen to you? You're just some crazy lady who wants to dominate us all. I'll tell you noth- AARGH!"
She dropped his chin, and immediately he wrapped his arms around his sides, feeling excruciating pain. "I am your savior, if you aren't too foolish to see it, boy.
"Where is Rinoa Heartilly?" She questioned, crossing her arms.
"You're getting nothin' out of me." He snapped. "Nothin'!"
She glared, once more. "Very well. You seal the fate of yourself. I'll plague you until the very end boy...until you beg me for power, but all you'll get is death."
She raised her hand, muttering something.
He stared at her, incredulously, wondering how he got himself into this mess, and the pain began again, in his head this time. "My head...AH!" He yelled, but the pain was too much, and he passed out again.
